Chapter 185 The whereabouts of parents

"You are my parents' friend" Peter said with some uncertainty.

"Oh, you know me? I was indeed a friend of your parents before and conducted research with your parents. Your parents have very strong data analysis skills," Connors said.

"Dr. Connors, please wait a moment." Peter squatted down, unzipped his backpack, and started looking for something.

A few minutes later, Peter finally found the photo he found in the briefcase. Because there had been no information about Dr. Connors before, he had almost forgotten about it. Unexpectedly, Dr. Connors showed up without any warning. Appeared in front of him, which made Peter feel that there was God's will in the dark. This must be God's arrangement.

"Dr. Connors, are you the person in the photo?"

In the photo, Richard Parker stands in the middle, with Mary Parker lying on his right shoulder, and Curtis Connors stands on the left side of Richard Parker, looking energetic. appearance.

"Oh, you actually have this photo. It's so nostalgic." Connors took the photo with a lost look on his face.

"Come on, little Peter, let me invite you to have a cup of coffee and talk about the story behind this photo."

Connors' life is a bit embarrassing. A middle-aged man doesn't even drive. He relies on public transportation. The coffee shop he chooses is not a fancy one. It's just a very ordinary coffee shop, but it's decently decorated. Some Small style.

Connors ordered a caramel latte for Peter and an espresso for himself.

"This photo, let me think about it." Connors held the photo and recalled the past.

"It should have been taken when you were not yet born. I remember your father always told me that if it was a boy, call him Peter Parker, and if it was a girl, call him Jenny Parker. Look at the photo. Is your mother’s belly slightly bulging? You must have been in her belly for four or five months at that time.”

"I was a doctor at that time, and your parents were data analysts. Your parents and I both worked for CIA at the time and collaborated on many projects, so we became good friends who talked about everything. This photo is our last Celebratory photos taken after a successful collaborative project.”

"Originally, we all thought that this was a very ordinary celebration photo. We will collaborate on many things in the future, but then I was sent to the front line to perform surgeries and treatments for soldiers. Your parents continued to work for the CIA, and then we got married. We got married and gave birth to you. Originally, I sent them a letter as a joke, saying that when I came back from the battlefield, I would ask them to organize your birth party for me. What I never expected was that this photo would become our The last group photo.”

"Dr. Connors, don't you know the whereabouts of my parents?" Peter was a little disappointed. Originally, he thought Connors must know the whereabouts of his parents.

"No, I know. Although I stopped working for CIA after returning from the battlefield, I still know some information." Connors did not tell some of his own things, such as the fact that he accidentally lost a bird on the battlefield. Hand, another example is the origin of his current hand.

"Then can you tell me?"

"Peter, your parents are good people and American heroes. You may have experienced ridicule and ridicule from many people since you were a child, but your parents have made great contributions to the country and the people." Connors suddenly became excited. got up.

"Then them?" Peter felt a little depressed. Although he had already guessed the result, he still couldn't help but feel sad and depressed when he heard others say it.

"Well, as you probably guessed, they sacrificed their lives for the country. During the last mission, they encountered betrayal. Someone exposed their cia identity. Their plane was controlled by the enemy, and they eventually crashed and died." Connors said He spoke, and his tone became lower.

"They sacrificed their lives for the United States. You are the child of a hero." Connors touched Peter's head and comforted him softly.

"I, I know." Peter nodded with some difficulty.

"But I would rather, rather them"

"Silly boy, some things can't be repeated." Connors said.

Peter drank the caramel latte in front of him in one gulp. The bitter-sweet taste exploded on his tongue, and he kept breathing heavily.

"So Dr. Connors, what are you looking for for me? In fact, I also looked for you, but it took too long with no results, and then I gave up." Peter asked. Dr. Connors naturally had a reason to look for himself.

"Actually, I remembered a notebook I kept with your father a long time ago. It contained the derivation process of a formula. I had forgotten it before, but I only remembered it recently. I wanted to ask you about it and see Richard. Did De leave that notebook?"

Peter remembered the derivation of the two formulas in his father's information, which seemed to be somewhat different from what Dr. Connors said.