Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

The River Thames runs through London from east to west.

A black four-seater car was passing through the main road on the north bank of the Thames.

inside the car.

Sitting in the co-pilot was Aya Brea in a black suit, while another female intelligence officer in the same dress was in charge of driving the car.

Brea, who has worked for Umbrella for six years, has been promoted to one of the directors in London, responsible for commanding the intelligence agents in the London area, and does not need to travel around Europe like before.

As for Leon, who is a top intelligence agent but travels around the world, is an exception.

Brea, who is in charge, is currently going to a designated location with her deputy to perform a task.

Head east on the North Shore Arterial.

Driving out of the congested neighborhood, the two came to the old town of Plastor, northeast of Canary Wharf, where it seemed much cleaner.

Soon, the two drove to the Christian Church on the edge of the old city, ignored the No Parking warning sign, and parked directly on the street opposite the main entrance of the church.

The two got out of the car one by one.

After closing the car door, Brea turned around and looked up at the church in front of him.

Although not as grand as St. Paul's Cathedral in central London, it is not small, equivalent to a British public primary and secondary school.

And through the traces of multiple renovations on the exterior, Brea judged that the church had a history of at least two hundred years.

Sir. The female deputy came to Brea's side.

let's go.

Brea and his lieutenant walked across the street to the main entrance of the church.

A middle-aged nun wearing a thick black robe and cleaning the front yard of the church saw the two of them, put the broom in her hand against the wall, picked up her clothes and walked forward, smiling kindly:

May God bless the two sisters. Today should be Boxing Day. I wonder if the two sisters chose to come to our church today. What's the matter?

Hello. Brea also responded with a smile, took out her phone, unlocked the screen and showed a photo to the nun, saying:

We're here to find this kid.

This... After seeing the characters in the photo, the nun's smile froze.

I want to adopt this child. Brea put away his phone and said, Can we go in and have a chat?

When...Of course there is no problem, the two sisters will follow me.

A smile appeared on the nun's face again, and it was more kind and genuine than the previous smile, not the habitual professional smile.

Subsequently, the nun led Brea and her deputy into the church.

Passing by the front hall filled with holy water, you come to the empty nave, which is the lobby where there are two rows of seats and the priests pray and worship.

Come to the nave.

The nun spoke to Brea, Sister, are you sure you want to adopt that child?

Of course. Brea said without hesitation.

Okay then, I'll take you to see her first. The nun smiled.

The three of them passed through the nave, went right through the corridor, and came to the outbuilding on the right side of the church.

This is the area where the clergy of the church live and work, and it is also the area where the orphans adopted by the church live and study.

After all, the current church is a welfare church that has reached a cooperation with the local government in London. It is responsible for adopting and educating orphans who have been abandoned or whose relatives have suffered accidents.

The three of them went to the end of the first floor of the building and came to the door of the classroom on the left.

Haha~. Childlike laughter came from the room from time to time.

Looking in through the open door, you can see that the classroom is carefully decorated and full of festive atmosphere.

On the side of the desk near the window, there is a four-meter-high Christmas tree, and there are many gift boxes and gift packages under the tree.

The children sat together in twos and threes, discussing and showing what kind of Christmas gifts they got.

The gifts were all little surprises prepared by the nuns themselves for the children, such as the latest set of comics, or the crystal balls that girls like.

You must know that for the orphans living in Plastor Church, Christmas is the holiday they look forward to most every year, because they can eat the most sumptuous dinner of the year, and they can get new gifts when they wake up the next day.

For those without parents, this is the most anticipated thing at this stage.

But one child was special.

I saw her wearing a black robe dressed as a nun, sitting alone in a corner of the classroom near the wall, looking out of the window with a blank expression in thought...

It could also be a simple daze.

Fourteen or five years old, with exquisite facial features and beautiful long golden hair.

She doesn't seem to be able to play with other children, and the other children seem to be deliberately alienating her.

Seeing this, the nun walked into the corner of the classroom, squatted halfway beside the out-of-fit girl, and asked with a smile:

Nova, what's the matter? Don't you like this year's gift?

The child named Nova came to her senses, took a delicate doll from the table bucket, and shook her head to the nun in her arms:

Of course not.

Hearing this, the nun nun raised her hand and rubbed Nova's cheek, and said kindly:

But today next year, you may not receive the gift I gave you, because...you are going to have a mother.

? !

After the nun's voice fell, all the children looked at the corner of the classroom in disbelief, and even Nova raised her finger in astonishment and said to herself:

me?

next.

The nun led Nova out of the classroom and introduced her to Brea who was waiting outside.

Then the nun took Brea to see the priest in charge of the church, and told the information needed for the adoption and how many days the whole process was expected to take.

The priest searched through the computer, but found that Brea was a senior official of the London City Government, and had already submitted an adoption application to the welfare agency, and the application had been approved.

So after completing the formalities on the church side, Nova packed her luggage, and sat in the back seat of the car under the watchful eyes of the priest and a group of nuns.

The deputy started the engine, drove Brea and Nova forward, turned left and entered another main road, and disappeared from the vision of the priests and nuns.

Neither the priests nor the nuns could have imagined that eight years ago, their parents died in a fire, but they themselves survived alone. As a result, Nova, who had a withdrawn personality, would be adopted by high-ranking officials.

But most of this group of priests wished Nova sincerely, hoping that Nova and other children in the same situation would have a good home.

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After several hours.

Minos just entered the noon time period.

East side of the island.

Compared with 2001, the scale of the base complex has expanded by at least five times. After all, Umbrella has moved training institutions such as intelligence agents and spies to Minos Island.

At this time, in a sunshade not far from the eastern beach.

Sui Bian, who was sitting on a folding chair, was looking through the files of thirty-seven orphans compiled for him by Queen Bai through the ultra-thin tablet in his hand.