Armed SWAT

Deng Kaiwen is such a person: as the captain of the SWAT SWAT in Los Angeles, he leads the most elite SWAT force in the western United States, and controls the tranquility of the country's [-] square kilometers of land, but he doesn't look like a policeman at all.

When Mitchell saw his boss for the first time, he almost thought he was a clerk in the clerical department.

That year, Mitchell had just been selected from among hundreds of applicants. After passing five tests and cutting six generals, he finally became SWAT——"Special Weapons and Tactics" combat force, one of the top special police forces in the United States. newcomer.

The temperature was as high as [-] degrees that day, and he stood in the air-conditioned meeting room with ten other newcomers, wearing brand-new urban camouflage, fully armed, and lined up in a row to be received by the high-level police station.

As the captain, Deng Kaiwen sat in a very inconspicuous position at the door of the conference room, wearing a silver-gray suit, white shirt, and light blue tie, holding a stack of documents and a Parker pen in his hand.

At that time, there was a row of high-ranking police officials sitting in the conference table—those big figures who usually only appeared in newspapers and TV, were jokingly called "old man", "grandfather" and so on by the newcomers.Deng Kaiwen's appearance was very young and tidy, he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and sat in the corner, with an extremely low sense of existence, so he was completely ignored by the newcomers.

The big shots delivered fake welcome speeches one by one, and the director of the General Administration led the newcomers to take the oath of joining the team.The process of distributing team badges and changing guns was long and slow. When the nerves of the eleven rookies were completely relaxed, and some even started yawning, the bureaucratic performance was finally over.

The young man who had been silent from the beginning to the end finally stood up and walked to the middle of the conference room.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Kevin Deng, and I am Asian. You can call me Kevin directly. I have just been transferred to the captain of this SWAT combat force, and I will be your immediate boss from today on."

Deng Kaiwen's voice is slow and clear, and the tone can even be described as elegant.But the content was like a bomb, knocking out all eleven newcomers.

Mitchell stared at the young man with black hair and black eyes, full of disbelief.

He still looks quite young, and it is obviously impossible for someone in his early twenties to be able to sit in this position, but his appearance does give off a youthful, refined, elegant and clean feeling.

He should be of mixed race. Although his hair and eyes are black, his skin has the unique fairness of mixed race.His facial contours are also deeper than that of ordinary Asians, with a full forehead, bright eyes, a very straight nose bridge, and stiff and thin lips. He looks like a man with a firm will and lack of emotion.

"I've looked at each of your profiles, and I want to congratulate you for going through all the screening and finally standing here. But first, I have to regret to tell you that you haven't really been hired by SWAT yet."

There was an unavoidable uproar in the rookie team. Everyone stared at Deng Kaiwen with wide-eyed eyes.

"Every one of you was a very good elite when you were in the ordinary police force. But in SWAT your level is far from enough, or far from my requirements. Starting today, you will accept a A three-month intensive training, those who fail halfway will leave forever.”

Deng Kaiwen looked at his watch.

"In eight minutes, a helicopter will take you to the SWAT training camp. You will find that you are not alone there, because there will be two hundred veterans training with you."

"Wait!" Mitchell finally couldn't help raising his hand: "How can I really join SWAT? How can I pass the training camp?"

Deng Kaiwen's eyes paused on him, very calm.

"You just have to live," he said, "and then you'll find out that I'm actually a very easy person to get along with."

There was the roar of a helicopter landing on the roof, Deng Kaiwen waved to them casually, and strode out of the conference room.

Mitchell will never forget that the temperature was forty degrees that day.

At that time, he was wearing full urban camouflage and his equipment weighed fifteen kilograms. The helicopter forced them to parachute ten kilometers away from the training camp.Afterwards, eleven of them were forced to run to the training camp on foot under the instruction of the instructor and the dogs!

on foot!

There are many famous jokes about the laziness of American soldiers: During World War II, a group of German soldiers tried to sneak into the camp disguised as Americans, but they were caught before they even entered the camp gate.The Germans were so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood, and asked: "How did we expose it?" The Americans replied proudly: "It's not easy! When you entered the camp, you actually walked on foot. You know, as long as our American soldiers exceed You must take a car for one kilometer!"

Two K-9 police dogs, each the size of a calf, followed closely behind Mitchell and the others.The camp instructor poked his head out of the command vehicle and yelled: "Did you have your dick chopped off? You just ran like this in such a short distance! Those who are left behind should go back to the original police force now, do you hear me? Those who are left behind, go back now!"

Ten kilometers is nothing to these police elites, but under the circumstances that they are under the weight of [-] kilograms, are covered in airtight clothing, and are constantly exposed to the sun above their heads, these ten kilometers can make people run Spit out all the bile.

"Wow!" A small man fell to the ground and vomited all over the ground before he got up.As soon as the command car came to a stop, the instructor jumped down and gave a stern kick: "It's embarrassing! If you can't stand up, go back now!"

The rookie team ran over weakly, and when they passed by, Mitchell stretched out his hand, pulled the little man up vigorously, and ran forward staggeringly.

"Thank you, thank you!" The little man coughed violently and said intermittently.

Mitchell shook his head reluctantly.In fact, he couldn't hold it anymore, he was afraid that he would spit out his stomach when he opened his mouth.

"Che, you have the spirit of a comrade-in-arms." The camp instructor shook his head, and picked up the loudspeaker again: "Those who can't run down can give up! If you can run down, hurry up, hurry up! Don't look like everyone hasn't eaten breakfast, A bunch of girls!..."

Deng Kaiwen waited at the gate of the camp, looking at the rookies who were in a panic.

They probably never experienced this kind of long-distance trek when they were in the original police force, and everyone looked like a chicken that had just rolled in the dirt.Sweat rolled down the dusty faces, and some people still had vomit marks on their chests, which looked ridiculous.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes wandered around the team, and then fell on Mitchell calmly.

Among the newcomers, he was the only one who didn't look so embarrassed.Although he was panting violently, his knees were shaking, and he was sweating profusely, but at least he still had a shape when he was standing, unlike others who almost collapsed to the ground.

"Half an hour." Deng Kaiwen said, his tone was very calm, without any emotion: "I have been waiting for you for half an hour."

He wore sunglasses, changed into a simple short-sleeved tight T-shirt, camouflage pants, and short police boots; he wore full-finger deerskin gloves, and had an M1911 pistol in his waist.

Probably because of his appearance, this attire made him not look like a special police officer, but a movie star who came to shoot a location.

The camp instructor jumped out of the car, walked up to Deng Kaiwen and whispered a few words, with a nasty smile on his lips, probably describing the miserable conditions of these newbies all the way here.Deng Kaiwen listened without saying a word, without any emotion on his face.

"You will get used to it." In the end, he glanced at the team, left such a sentence casually, turned and walked into the gate of the camp.

"He's trying to show us off!" the little man supported by Mitchell said angrily, "He's also just here, and the original captain was 'Jaws' Wood. Wood was hit by a bullet during a mission last month. It is said that the head has become a vegetable, so he was parachuted into SWAT as the captain. Those old players refused to accept him, so he can only play with newcomers like us!"

"Hush!" Mitchell lowered his voice, "How do you know?"

The little man forced a smile and pointed to himself: "My name is Matthew, and I used to work in SWAT in Arlington. What about you?"

"Mitchell.—Hey, do you know what this Kevin Deng used to do?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of this person." Matthew hesitated and said, "He... might be the FBI."

On the empty playground, more than 200 SWAT players lined up neatly in a square formation. The eight camp instructors stood at the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and Deng Kaiwen stood in the middle of the team.

More than 200 eyes mixed with suspicion and denial focused on him, and if you look carefully, you can still distinguish the undisguised mockery from them.

These SWAT members are the top SWAT teams in the world, with the longest history and the most brilliant record.Each of them is a first-class expert in individual combat, able to enter any corner of the world occupied by terrorists, and able to escape from the most powerful fire attack with hostages, and each team member is Schumacher Level racing master.

It can be said that any one of them, including the eleven new recruits who just joined, is more like the captain of SWAT than Kevin Deng.

Deng Kaiwen turned a blind eye to these mocking gazes. He waited expressionlessly for the team to completely quiet down, and then pressed the stopwatch.

"It took you four minutes and 20 seconds to assemble." He paused, and then said slowly: "After three months of training, I will arrange for the players who have assembled for more than 30 seconds to retire."

There was an uproar in the team!

Mitchell suddenly discovered that the new captain was a very time-conscious person.His time is always accurate to the minute, even to the second.

This shows that his personality is extremely rigorous, or that he is a person who has been engaged in a special industry for a long time and has become accustomed to emergency operations.

"Most of you already know that I will serve as your captain in the next few years. That is to say, from today onwards, I will be your immediate boss. You may still not understand the concept of 'boss'." Not familiar with it, but it doesn’t matter, you will have a more personal understanding soon.”

"The reason why I drove you here from the air-conditioned office is because I checked your assessment results in recent years, and I am very dissatisfied. During the three months in this camp, you will be from here. Go outside to reborn and start a new life.”

Mitchell heard several old players behind him scold FUCK at the same time.

"Starting tomorrow, wake up at 05:30 every morning, finish training at 2000:[-] pm, and turn off the lights on time at [-]:[-] pm! Every day, I will run twice a day for five kilometers with a weight of [-] kg, two hundred times with [-] kg dumbbells, and barbed wire crawling training [-] meters! The sniper aiming training is three hours a day, and I will be responsible for it myself."

"I know there is no sea in Los Angeles, and your work does not require frequent diving. But I will arrange 20-meter mud swimming every week, and [-]-meter rock climbing training [-] times a week! If you can't bear it, you can report and quit at any time. I will arrange your retirement procedures immediately."

"Shut up!" An old player in the front row yelled, "It's against the rules for you to do this! We never need to do this kind of training, and you can't just let us retire! You don't have that right!"

"You have no right to tell us to fuck off!"

"Yes! You are breaking the law!"

For a while, the crowd was excited, and the veteran players in the front row even rushed forward several steps.

Deng Kaiwen stood where he was, looking expressionlessly at the fist stretched out in front of his eyes.

"I have worked hard for this team! You are a newcomer, you are not qualified to tell me what to do!"

The old player who roared first took another step forward, and this time his fist was right under Deng Kaiwen's nose.

"Believe it or not, I beat you with a punch? If you want to be safe here, you have to learn to know each other first!"

His voice fell, and suddenly Deng Kaiwen stretched out his hand calmly, and clasped his fist.

Deng Kaiwen's fingers are very slender. Although the palm is covered with all kinds of calluses, the bones are very well-proportioned and beautiful. Every nail is neatly trimmed. He looks more like an artist than a policeman.

When this hand clasped its fist, no one could have imagined what threat this white and clean hand could pose.

But then the veins on the back of Deng Kaiwen's hand suddenly popped up, and then he flipped his hand-the old player felt as if his fist was clamped by iron clamps, and instantly twisted his bones and tendons 180 degrees, excruciating pain It made him unable to yell for a moment; then Deng Kaiwen pushed him along the way, kicked him in the chest, and trampled him to the ground in a flash!

This series of actions is extremely neat, if the stopwatch is stuck, it may not even take two seconds.

There is not a single redundant detail, and there is no chance for the opponent to fight back.Everything was flowing like clouds and flowing water. The old team member only felt that he was still yelling at Deng Kaiwen the last second, and he was trampled under his feet in the blink of an eye.

"You can't even beat me, how can you beat the terrorists?" Deng Kaifeng gently skimmed the fist of the old player and kicked the person away. "I really look down on me."

A burly man over 1.8 meters tall and weighing more than [-] kilograms was kicked out by him like a ball, carelessly and easily.

When the man was pulled up by his companions, his face was covered in dust, he looked embarrassed and ridiculous, and the fierceness just now seemed to have become a joke.

"Gentlemen, I can bet you that your childlike inadequacy will bring more shame to SWAT when it comes to real terrorists. And by terrorist I don't mean walking down the street with a machine gun A mass murderer is not a psychopath who sneaks up and kills someone every month and boils the body in a pot. I'm talking about drug cartels armed with powerful firepower, arms smugglers with planes and ships, and There are powerful local gangsters who control the mayoral election in Los Angeles. When such terrorists stomp you under their feet, they will never gently kick you out like I just did. They will Give you a bullet and let you bid farewell to this world forever. Then I will never give you a farewell party-that would be a disgrace to me, an Asian who is the captain of the SWAT team in Los Angeles."

Deng Kaiwen turned around and waved his hand casually.

"Instructor."

"To!"

"Allocate equipment to this group of rookies, and each person will run a [-]-kilogram log for five kilometers."

The instructor smiled maliciously: "Yes, Sir!"

Deng Kaiwen walked into the air-conditioned office, took off his sunglasses and threw them aside, revealing his dark and indifferent eyes.

There is a courier box on the table, and a greeting card on the box.

"It was delivered just now," his secretary Gerry said tremblingly. "The boss of GA, the largest gang in New York, sent you a card, congratulating you on being promoted to the captain of the SWAT team, and especially wishing you a happy job."

Deng Kaiwen stared at the express box motionlessly, with no expression on his young and handsome face.After a long while, he finally walked over and slowly opened the box.

Soon the contents were exposed to the sun—a large bouquet of beautifully wrapped white roses with drops of water.

Gerry stared straight-eyed.

Without saying a word, Deng Kaiwen suddenly picked up the bouquet of roses and threw them heavily into the trash can at the door of the office.

Then he walked back to the office steadily, sat behind the desk and began to look through the files.Gerry secretly looked at his expression, and saw that there was no expression on his face, as if nothing had happened just now.