"Uncle, uncle..."

"Excuse me, can I apply for an orphan certificate here?"

"These are my grandparents' death certificates, and my mother's..."

"No, but it may take a few days to process. I just took my sister to apply for my mother's certificate today."

At the counter of the Civil Affairs Bureau, a boy who looked less than ten years old tightly held two crumpled pieces of paper in his hand.

His face was young and innocent, and there was no sign of sadness on his face.

However, the hand holding the death certificate had lost its color due to the force exerted.

The staff were all stunned. He looked at the computer and asked, "Where is your father?"

The boy lowered his eyes in sorrow. "Uncle, my father... went to the army a few years ago and died in battle to defend the country."

"What about your other family members?"

"They're all gone," the boy replied.

His mother had died, and his grandparents had also passed away. He had long lost his family.

The staff didn't know what to say for a moment. They looked at the little girl behind the boy, who was only five or six years old, with tattered clothes, thin and weak. Her innocent eyes were wide open, as if she didn't know what she was going through or what her future would be like.

After a few seconds of silence, the staff were moved. "Your name is Logan Luke , right?"

"Yes."

The staff handed him two orphan certificates and rubbed the boy's head with red eyes.

"Luke, you are an adult now. You have to take good care of your sister, okay?"

The little boy's hand trembled involuntarily, then he looked up and grinned. "Uncle, I got it."

"Thank you."

Luke solemnly took the orphan certificates, his eyes showing a determination he had never had before.

Before his father went to the army, he told him that when he was gone, Luke would be the pillar of the family and take care of his mother and unborn sister.

But...

Luke tightly held the two orphan certificates, and as he turned around, tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.

But Dad, I didn't take care of Mom!

As the two children walked away, the staff hadn't even had time to put away their sorrowful expressions when a colleague's nervous voice sounded beside them.

"Jack, don't you know who these two children are?"

"How dare you give them certificates!"

Jack smiled bitterly and turned around. How could he not know?

Logan Luke and Logan Nita , the eldest son and daughter of the Smith and Logan family!

If this had been a week ago, they would have been the top people in the city...

But it's not a week ago anymore.

Just six days ago, the entire Smith family was burned down because they had offended the city's largest tycoon.

It is said that... the old master of the Smith family, Luke's grandfather, voluntarily jumped off the building to protect his two grandchildren.

The tycoon promised him that if he died, he would spare the Smith family, but who knew that the tycoon was after the Smith family's eldest daughter all along.

It is said that the tycoon's son not only tortured the eldest daughter, but also had a group of henchmen take turns, and even recorded a video.

Originally, he wanted the eldest daughter to live in the shadow forever and become his pet dog, but who knew that the eldest daughter had a strong personality and jumped off the building directly.

The woman is the mother of Logan Luke and Logan Nita.

"Jack, if you help them, you'll be going against the Hill family. You're putting us in danger..."

"That's enough!"

Jack glared at his colleague in anger. "I refuse to believe that there's no justice left in this world!"

"I'm just processing an orphan certificate normally. What's wrong with that?"

"Hmph, that sounds nice, but you can't even find the file for those two wild kids' father. That's not a normal process."

Jack stared blankly at the computer screen, because there was a top-secret file on it, marked with five gold stars. This meant that only officials above the rank of commander could access it. And this file was about Logan Luke's father!

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That night.

At Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport, a passenger plane landed smoothly on the runway, and people streamed out like fish. Among the crowd, a man in a dark green coat was dragging a heavy suitcase. He had a scruffy beard and was inconspicuous in the crowd. The only thing that stood out was the beautiful female soldier in military uniform following behind him, with three stars on her shoulder.

She followed him carefully, not daring to get too close for fear of offending him. This strange pair walked into the airport until the man turned around at the exit.

"Green Freya, you should go back now."

"Commander..."

The female soldier called Green Freya stood straight, but her eyes were full of reluctance.

Logan James waved his hand, "Everyone can leave now. We don't need to use military terms anymore. We've said our goodbyes and it's time to go." He smiled and shook his head, not feeling too sentimental.

However, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked outside the airport.

After six years away from home, it was time to return.

Logan James raised his hand above his head and waved it casually, as if saying goodbye. He then joined the long queue of people waiting to exit.

But the journey home was not going to be smooth.

As he stood under the security scanner, a sharp sound suddenly pierced through the noisy departure hall.

"Beep beep beep!"

The piercing sound did not stop as James walked through the scanner. Instead, it became even more shrill.

The security guard next to him immediately pulled out his baton, his face full of tension. The security personnel also instinctively stepped back and pointed their hands towards James.

"What sharp object do you have on you? Don't move!" they shouted.

James put his hand into his pocket, intending to turn it inside out to prove his innocence. However, this action made the security guard even more nervous!

"Take your hand out and don't move!"

James didn't move, because he knew he didn't have any dangerous items on him. But he also knew why the machine had beeped.

Strictly speaking, he did have some iron and steel objects on him...

I told you to take your hand out! Can't you hear me?"

The security guard held his baton in one hand and his walkie-talkie in the other.

"Requesting backup, requesting backup. Suspicious person at exit one, may be carrying dangerous items!"

After the security guard finished speaking, he walked straight towards Logan James and began to touch him recklessly. When he confirmed that there were no dangerous items on Logan James body, the security guard's baton was pointed directly at James nose.

"Take off your clothes, I suspect you are hiding something on your body! "Logan James frowned slightly, "Is this really necessary?"

"I told you to take it off, so take it off!" The security guard's tone became even more fierce. Logan James just gave the security guard a cold glance and then pulled up his T-shirt. As he held the T-shirt in his hand, everyone around him gasped in shock