The Thames River runs through London from east to west.
A black four-seater car was traveling on the main road on the north bank of the Thames River.
Inside the car.
Sitting in the passenger seat was Aya Brea, who was wearing a black suit, while the person driving the car was another female intelligence agent dressed similarly.
Brea, who has worked for Umbrella for six years, has been promoted to one of the supervisors in London. He is responsible for commanding intelligence agents in the London area and does not need to travel around Europe as before.
As for Lyon, who is a top intelligence agent but travels around the world, he is an exception.
As the supervisor, Brea is currently heading to the designated location to perform a task with her deputies.
Drive east along the North Shore Main Road.
Driving out of the congested neighborhood, the two came to the old town of Plastow, northeast of Canary Wharf, which 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 off the car one after another.
Brea closed the car door, turned around, and looked up at the church in front of her.
Although it is not as grand as St. Paul's Cathedral in central London, it is not small in scale and is equivalent to a British public primary and secondary school.
And based on the signs of repeated renovations on the exterior, Brea judged that the church was at least two hundred years old.
"Sir." The female deputy came to Brea's side.
"Let's go."
Brea and his deputy crossed the street and walked toward the main entrance of the church.
A middle-aged nun in a thickened black robe who was cleaning the front yard of the church saw the two of them. She placed the broom on the wall against the wall. She tidied up her clothes and walked forward. She said kindly with a smile: "May God bless the two sisters. Today should be a day of rest. I wonder why the two sisters chose to come to our church today?"
"Hello." Brea responded with a smile, took out her phone, unlocked the screen, showed a photo to the nun, and said:
"We are here to find this child."
"This..." After seeing the characters in the photo, the nun's smile froze.
"I want to adopt this child." Brea put away her cell phone and said, "Can we go in and have a chat?"
"Of course...it's no problem. Two sisters, come with me."
A smile appeared on the nun's face again, and it was kinder and more genuine than the smile before. It was not the habitual professional smile.
Later, the nun led Brea and her deputy into the church.
Passing by the front hall filled with holy water, we came to the empty nave, which is the hall where two rows of seats are placed to listen to the priest's prayers 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.
"Well, I'll take you to see her first." The nun said with a smile.
The three of them passed through the nave, passed through the corridor to the right, and came to the annex building on the right side of the church.
This is the area where church clergy live and work, and it is also the area where orphans adopted by the church live and study.
After all, the current church is a welfare church that has cooperated with the local government in London. It is responsible for adopting and educating orphans who have been abandoned or whose relatives have experienced changes.
The three of them went to the end of the first floor of the building and came to the classroom door on the left.
"Haha~." Childish laughter came from the room from time to time.
Looking inside through the open door, you can see that the classroom has been carefully decorated and has a full festive atmosphere.
On the side of the lecture table by the window, there is a four-meter-high Christmas tree, and there are many unwrapped gift boxes and gift bags under the tree.
The children sat together in twos and threes, discussing and showing what kind of Christmas gifts they got.
The gifts are all small surprises prepared by the nuns out of their own pockets for these children, such as the latest complete set of comics, or crystal balls that girls like, etc.
You must know that the orphans living in Plasto Church, the most anticipated holiday every year is Christmas, because they can eat the most sumptuous dinner of the year, and wake up the next day to receive new gifts. For them who have no parents or relatives, this is the most anticipated thing at this stage.
But one child is special.
I saw her wearing a black robe dressed like a nun, sitting alone in the corner of the classroom against the wall, looking out the window expressionlessly and meditating...
It could also be a simple daze.
He is fourteen or five years old, with exquisite facial features and beautiful long golden hair.
She seemed unable to play with other children, and the other children seemed to be deliberately alienating her.
Seeing this, the nun walked into the classroom and came to the corner, half-crouched next to the out-of-place girl, and asked with a smile:
"Nova, what's wrong? Don't you like this year's gift?"
The child named Nova regained consciousness, took an exquisite doll from the table, held it in her arms and shook her head at the nun:
"Of course not."
Hearing this, the nun raised her hand and rubbed Nova's cheek, and said in a kind tone:
"But today next year, you may not receive the gift I gave you, because... you are going to have a mother."
After the nun finished speaking, all the children looked towards the corner of the classroom in disbelief. Even Nova raised her hand and pointed to herself in astonishment:
"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 her the information needed for adoption and how many days the whole process was expected to take.
The priest searched through the computer and found that Brea was a senior official in the London government and had already submitted an adoption application to the welfare agency, and the application had been approved.
So after completing the formalities at the church, Nova packed her luggage and got into the back seat of the car under the watchful eyes of the priest and the nuns.
The deputy started the engine, drove Brea and Nova forward, turned left onto another main road, and disappeared from the sight of the priest and nuns.
Neither the priest nor the nuns could have imagined that her parents died tragically in a fire eight years ago, but she survived alone. As a result, Nova, who has a withdrawn personality, would be adopted by a high-ranking official.
But most of these clergymen sincerely wish Nova and hope that Nova and other children in the same situation can have a good ending.
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A few hours later.
Minos Island just entered the noon time.
East side of the island.
The scale of the base complex has expanded at least five times compared to 2001. After all, Umbrella has moved intelligence agents, spies and other training institutions to Minos Island.
At this time, in an awning not far from the eastern beach.
Sui Bian, who was sitting on a folding chair, was checking the files of thirty-seven orphans compiled by Empress Bai for him through the ultra-thin tablet in his hand.