Speak of the devil--there came Alfie.
While he walking towards the desk, Ivan stood up.
"Good day, Master Alfie," two men bowed at him respectfully, still looking tall.
"Good day," Alfie replied politely.
He passed a lunchbox to Ivan. "They are all yours, Daddy. Diana also sent a portion to Mommy."
"Thank you, son." Ivan was delighted. He poked Alfie's nose tip, put down the lunchbox, and lifted the boy.
One subordinate reminded him, "We'll leave the USB disk to you, then. Please excuse us." Then he turned away.
The other men bowed at Ivan and followed suit.
Pressing his chin on Ivan's shoulder, Alfie watched them leave and asked, "What USB disk, Daddy?"
Ivan felt slightly embarrassed, as he seemed too lame compared to his talented son.
"Well..." Ivan thought for a moment, put Alfie down, and picked up a USB disk from the desk. Then he continued, "There are essential data in this disk. Leslie Eastwood's criminal evidence. However, it's hard to tell how long it can be saved."
Alfie looked at him with interest and glanced at other USB disks. "How about others?"
"Those were the backups. The information disappears every five minutes somehow, so I can't pass the disk to the police."
Alfie got what he meant and remarked affirmatively, "That's high-tech. If you copied the information for certain times, the data in the original USB disk would vanish, too."
"So, do you have any solutions?" Ivan stared at him, leaning against the desk while holding his arms across his chest.
Alfie frowned. "I can have a try, but it takes time. Can you give me all the USB disks?"
"Can you do it in my office instead of taking them back home?" Ivan was concerned. If his son took such significant evidence away, he feared Alfie would become a target.
Alfie nodded his agreement. "No problem. Drink the soup. It'll get cold." He opened the lunchbox for his father.
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