When you are a police officer in American comics, every day is a holiday

Chapter 38 Patricide clone

It took some time for the video to upload, so he began to think and refine his thoughts.

I don’t know how long it took, but the email was sent successfully.

The "ding..." sound seemed to disturb someone, and the little head in his arms suddenly moved slightly.

Harleen slowly opened her eyes, and the man in front of her said weakly: "I'm hungry..."

Gene enhancement requires a huge amount of energy consumption, and Zhao Hao also ate a lot of food back then.

So he smiled, then touched Harleen's little head and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

……

The time soon came to the afternoon of the third day.

The sun in the sky slowly sets.

The last trace of sunset lingered and dimmed, illuminating the clouds as red as blood.

outside a house in suburban Hughes.

Malvin stood on the lawn, smoking a cigarette, looking at the sunset in the distance, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Are they okay in heaven?

At this time, a man who looked very similar to Malvin came over.

"Father, smoking is harmful to your health. If you smoke again, please put it out immediately."

Malvin turned to look at his lost son, and his heart was suddenly filled with fatherly love.

"Okay, I won't smoke anymore."

He took one last deep puff, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped on it.

Seeing this, the son nodded and continued: "Mother asked you to have dinner."

After the two father and son returned to the house, an old white woman with half-white hair walked out of the kitchen carrying dinner.

"Dax, I made your favorite spaghetti."

The eyes she looked at her son were also full of doting.

Soon, the family of three began to have dinner happily.

After eating, Dax, as his son, took the initiative to pick up the knife, fork and plate and wash them.

The two elders on the table looked at their son, and their eyes seemed full of doting.

"Dax is still so filial..."

"Yeah...I'm sorry for him. I shouldn't have forced him to become a policeman..."

Soon, the two fell into silence again.

After a while, Dasco finished washing the dishes, chatted with his mother about household matters, and watched TV together.

When Malvin saw this, he went to the balcony on the second floor.

Although his son was back, he was actually not really happy, but instead felt heavier.

Soon, he took out another cigarette.

Although he knew that smoking was bad, he could not help but want to smoke one when he was upset.

Just as I was about to take out the lighter, a flame suddenly appeared next to me.

He instinctively leaned forward and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

But in the next second, he reacted and turned to look at the person coming.

The target is a handsome Asian face.

This made him stunned and couldn't believe it.

"You...how did you..."

Seeing that the cigarette was about to fall from Director Malvern's mouth, Zhao Hao stretched out his hand to help him hold it.

"Director, there are some things, I think you should give me an explanation."

In fact, he found Malvern's new residence at noon, but he had been outside checking for enemy surveillance, so he didn't come in until evening.

Malvin immediately looked around nervously, and then pulled Zhao Hao into the house.

"You're not dead?"

Zhao Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the director coldly.

"Do you want me to die?"

Marvin waved his hand and said hastily, "No, of course I don't want you to die, but...but..."

Zhao Hao held the dagger in one hand and said coldly: "But I have to die, right."

"No, I...I..."

Marvin waved his hands repeatedly, looking anxious and wanting to say something, but he didn't know how.

Finally he lowered his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you... Wuwu..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his face with his hands and couldn't help but shed tears.

ten years.

Except for the night he received the news of his son's death, he had never cried.

Now that his son is back, he should be happy.

But when he thought of killing eighteen police officers for his son, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Hao looked at the old man in front of him who seemed to be in sorrow, and felt slightly moved in his heart.

A colleague once told him that the director was a DINK.

But judging from how they were eating and chatting just now, it turns out that the director is not Dink.

It was more like the pain of losing a son, so he could only use the word "DINK" to cover up his inner sadness.

People who have not experienced the loss of a child cannot understand this kind of grief at all.

After a while, he saw that the director seemed to be calmer. Just as he was about to ask questions, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs.

"Father, are you crying?"

When Malvin heard the sound, he immediately raised his head to let Zhao Hao leave, but found that there was no one in front of him.

This surprised him immediately.

What about people?

At this time, Dax came to the second floor. After seeing his father, he immediately asked in confusion: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Malvin shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm a little tired. I'll go back and rest first."

After saying that, he went back to his room.

He didn't realize that the cold light flashed in his son's eyes.

After Malvin returned to the room, he immediately looked around suspiciously.

"Are you hallucinating?"

But the next second, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Is that your son? If I remember correctly, he should be dead."

Hearing this, Marvin's whole body was shocked, and then he said slightly excitedly: "He's not dead, he's still alive!"

Just when Zhao Hao was still waiting for Marvin to regain his composure, Harleen's voice suddenly came from his headset.

"Zhao, it seems you need to hurry up. Several cars have appeared outside."

Hearing the sound, he could only take out his pistol and point it at the director.

"Tell me everything you know, or I will kill your son, and I will avenge my seventeen colleagues."

After hearing this, Marvin calmed down a little and sighed.

"Well, he is actually not my son..."

As things slowly unfolded, Zhao Hao finally knew why the other party had betrayed him.

Some time ago, a stranger found him and said that he could clone a person with just his son's hair.

And showed him a clone.

The price is to do a few things for the other party.

One of the things is to send some police officers to fight with the Ghost Hand Party.

Of course Malvin didn't believe this stranger at first.

After all, cloning technology is so powerful.

So the other party revealed the name of Stagg Company and showed him a video of cloning technology, which made him believe it.

Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to do this, he missed his son too much and Zhao Hao's determined revenge made him determined.

Because he expected Zhao Hao to be able to protect other police officers.

But I didn't expect that behind all this, it turned out to be the Donkey Party.

None of the police officers sent in was spared.

So he decided to resign in pain.

After hearing what the other party said, Zhao Hao sighed slightly in his heart.

Stagg Enterprises, a company that researches human cloning in DC comics.

Unexpectedly, they actually colluded with the Donkey Party.

I guess the Donkey Party made some promise.

"boom!"

Suddenly a bullet was fired from behind the door and into Marvin's chest.

Malvin suddenly looked at his chest in disbelief.

Blood seeped out slowly.

As the door was slowly pushed open, the person behind the door was revealed.

It was his son, Dax.

"why?"