Armed SWAT

As if the movie was paused, even the air was still for several seconds.

In the freezing cold wind, Mitchell's voice gradually seeped out like breaking through the ice: "Kevin..."

He knelt down on the ground, his hands trembling to block the blood on Deng Kaiwen's chest: "Kevin! Kevin!!"

The special sniper bullet of the AR-15 carbine pierced Deng Kaiwen's bulletproof vest instantly at such a close range, and blood gushed out from his chest and abdomen, which could not be blocked no matter what.

So much blood.

No matter how much he cried, no matter how much he begged, the blood kept coming out quickly, as if the fresh and hot vitality slipped away from Deng Kaiwen's body, which was so cold and desperate.

Everyone roared, some people were running back and forth in a trance, some people were screaming loudly, the helicopter slowly landed from mid-air, the tidal roar seemed to come from another world, distant and unclear.

Mitchell turned his head sharply, clenched the pistol tightly in his convulsive hand, and shot all the bullets in Stanley's direction!

However, Stanley was immediately protected by bodyguards after the shot was fired, and countless people blocked him and quickly pushed him to a safe place.

At this moment, he felt that the corner of his clothes was gently pulled, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was Deng Kaiwen. Several special police officers tried their best to block his bleeding mouth, but they still couldn't block the gurgling blood.

He was panting with difficulty, his face was as pale as paper, only his eyes glowed strangely and brightly.The light seemed to be burning his last vitality, staring persistently at a certain direction behind Mitchell.

"Boss! Cheer up, boss!" Matthew choked up and shouted, "The stretcher will be brought up soon! The ambulance is already on the way!"

"We will avenge you," Sangers repeated nervously over and over again: "We will avenge you, we will definitely avenge you..."

Mitchell opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Something seemed to be blocked in his throat, sore and hard, so choked that he couldn't help but want to cry.

This is actually a very strange thing, Mitchell has not shed tears for many years.Or in his memory, he didn't remember when he cried at all.

In a trance, he saw the pale and short boy from more than ten years ago, wearing big glasses, with a timid expression, always cowardly, being forcibly taken to another dark road by the invisible hand of fate.No matter how regretful he was, how guilty he was, how hard he tried to hold him back, he couldn't grab the boy's clothes anymore.

They met again and again on the long road of life, sometimes he fell in love with him, and sometimes he fell in love with him; love at first sight always came in such a hurry, every time they could walk to the shortest distance, smile at each other, and then Passed by in an instant.

Mitchell grabbed Deng Kaiwen's hand tremblingly and stared into his eyes.

He saw Deng Kaiwen looking behind him, opening and closing his mouth, as if saying something, but his voice was extremely weak.

Mitchell leaned his head over, and barely heard him scream angrily: "Epro..."

"You want to be Epro?" Mitchell asked in a low voice.

Deng Kaiwen's body trembled slightly due to excessive blood loss, he gasped for a while before he nodded weakly, and called out again: "Epro..."

The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind, and Mitchell turned around, only to see Epro striding forward, his side face as hard and cold as a knife.He stood in front of Deng Kaiwen, and several special police officers pointed their guns at him at the same time, but he seemed to turn a blind eye to the muzzles of those guns, half kneeling beside Deng Kaiwen, and raised his hand to touch his face.

In an instant, Mitchell almost wanted to push him away!

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Epro asked in a low voice.

The two of them stared at each other, as if it had been a long time, and it seemed that it had only been a few seconds-Deng Kaiwen raised his hand tremblingly, extremely weak and struggling, and grabbed the corner of Epro's clothes.

"Please..." he whispered, panting, "please..."

Epro's face moved slightly, and a lot of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes for a moment, and he shook his head after a while: "Sorry, Kevin, sorry...I can't do it."

Deng Kaiwen's hand holding the hem of his clothes suddenly tightened. It was almost as if he was dying. Scary veins suddenly burst out on the back of his hand: "... Epro! Please...!"

Mitchell looked at all this in amazement.

He once thought that he was the closest person to Deng Kaiwen in the world—he was Deng Kaiwen's first close friend when he was a teenager, the first person he fell in love with, and his closest and most trusted colleague and colleague in the Los Angeles Police Department. subordinate.At the same time, he is also the only person in the world who has seen all the detailed work files of Deng Kaiwen when he was in the FBI.

No one in the underworld knows the special police captain Deng Kaiwen better than him, and no one in the white way knows the gang heir Deng Kaiwen better than him.He used to think that he had made all the preparations, as long as he made a move, everything he missed could be easily obtained.

However, it wasn't until this moment that he discovered that there were still many things between Deng Kaiwen and this man named Epro, which he didn't understand at all, or even never touched.

——What is Kevin Deng asking for?At the last moment of his life and death, what is his last belief praying to Epro?

Why doesn't Epro even have to listen, but Mitchell can't figure it out after racking his brains?

"...Okay." Epro was silent for a long time, and finally sighed in a low voice: "If you survive, I promise you."

Deng Kaiwen stared at him closely, as if to make sure he was telling the truth.

"I swear." Epro whispered, "I swear, as long as I promise you, I can do it."

Deng Kaiwen looked at him, his eyes gradually settled down from despair.At this moment, his hand holding the corner of Epro's clothes suddenly loosened, and he fell to the ground weakly.

He sank his head, and closed his eyes completely as if letting go of his last obsession.

"...Kevin!" Mitchell roared out of control in an instant: "Kevin! Wake up! Kevin!!—"

"The stretcher is coming! Get out of the way! The stretcher is coming!" A few policemen quickly rushed up the hillside carrying the stretcher, blood bags, and respirators, and hurriedly lifted Deng Kaiwen up, and then quickly inserted the needle Start blood transfusion.

That is the emergency equipment on the SWAT vehicle. After Deng Kaiwen was transferred to the captain's position, he ordered that first aid facilities and universal blood bags be prepared in each vehicle, just to prevent this from happening.

Sangers answered the phone in a hurry, and then turned to the police: "The headquarters dispatched a helicopter to pick him up and take him to the hospital. Don't worry about Stanley, we're leaving now!"

Matthew and the others immediately lifted the stretcher. The SWAT car had already driven up the hill. Several policemen opened the rear door and were anxiously waiting to carry the stretcher into the car.

Mitchell followed the stretcher to the side of the car and glanced back as he got into the car.I saw Epro still standing on the hillside, condescendingly watching them quietly.

His back was facing the sun, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the shadow, only a pool of bright red blood was seen under his feet, the color was so vivid that just one glance would be shocking.

(2)

Deng Kaiwen was wearing a bulletproof vest when he was hit. Although it was not as effective as a full body armor, it saved his life in the end.

If it weren't for the bulletproof vest, he would have been completely penetrated at that time.

Mitchell stood in the corridor of the hospital, watching the trolley quickly send Deng Kaiwen to the emergency room, and the red light in the operation immediately turned on.

Several SWATs were standing in the corridor, some of them hadn't taken off their combat suits, with dust and blood stains stuck to their bodies, but no one cared about them.An indescribably tense atmosphere enveloped everyone, like an invisible boulder weighing on people's hearts.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and several men in black suits walked in. The leader seemed to be a bit older, with gray hair and a serious expression, and his face was very Italian. Eyes lowered slightly, there was a look of dismissive arrogance: "How's the situation? Did the doctor say what the chance of surviving is?"

The special police officers looked at each other, and Sangers asked hesitantly after a while, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Regulus Cherki sent me," said the gray-haired man, speaking with a true Italian accent. It's an important meeting, so I can't—and I don't intend to come here in person."

Sangers was stunned for a moment: "...Ah? Oh!...Our boss is operating! The doctor hasn't said anything yet, right?" He turned to other SWATs, and asked them uncertainly: "The doctor hasn't said anything yet, right?"

Several special policemen nodded in a daze.

"When will the operation be over? Mr. Cherchi is waiting for me to report the results of the operation here." The Italian looked at the gold watch on his wrist, and even this subtle movement had a formulaic taste: "By the way , is there anyone in charge here? Can anyone describe where the police officer was shot? What was the situation at the time? Is there any chance of surviving?"

Sangers stood there in a daze, no one knew how to answer for a while, and the corridor suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

"So is there a doctor here?" The Italian turned around impatiently, his eyes wandering in the corridor: "Is there no one here who can explain things clearly?"

At this moment, Mitchell stood up, so violently that Sangers didn't hold him.He rushed in front of the Italian, grabbed his collar, and pushed him out of the corridor like a pocket!

The Italian staggered and almost fell to the ground: "What are you doing?! What do you want to do?!"

Those bodyguards in black rushed over, but before the leader could touch Mitchell's clothes, he kicked him hard and fell to the ground with a bang!

"Go back and tell Regulus Cherki, if he can't come here by himself, then don't send lackeys to tell me what to do." Mitchell picked up the Italian easily with one hand, and then knocked him down with a punch He stepped on the ground with a heavy foot: "Deng Kaiwen can't die, he has nothing to do here - get out!"

The Italian didn't even yell, he was kicked out with a fierce kick, and rolled along the ground several times before hitting the door panel with a plop.

In an instant, those bodyguards were stunned, and those who reacted first rushed forward, and there were loud curses and collisions in the corridor.The doors of the offices on both sides were pushed open one after another. Doctors and nurses rushed out and shouted to stop. A nurse also came out of the operating room, banging on the door panel and yelling: "Quiet! Be quiet, gentlemen! Otherwise, I will call the police!"

Several SWATs stood up aggressively at the same time: "Fuck! We are the police!"

Just as the men in the corridor were about to take out their ID cards and weapons, suddenly the stair door opened again, and a familiar female voice rang out: "—stop!"

Mitchell looked back and was slightly startled.

It was a very young and beautiful woman, wearing a light blue dress, long hair like golden satin, and tears on her face-Sinia Miranda.

He subconsciously stopped his hands, and several SWATs also stopped in embarrassment.

The bodyguards of the Cherchi family took the opportunity to help the Italian, who had been beaten so badly by Mitchell that even his own mother might not recognize him.Obviously, this group of people had lost the momentum to threaten anything, so they could only hurriedly say: "Wait for me! We'll see!" Then they quickly slipped away.

Xenia stood by the door from the beginning to the end, and she didn't even raise her eyes when the Qierqi family passed by her in embarrassment.

It wasn't until the awkward silence returned to the corridor that she raised her head, sneered and glanced at everyone, and finally her eyes fell on Mitchell's face: "——Kevin is still in the room, and you are already having fun outside? "

Her voice is not high, but every word is clear in the quiet corridor.Sangers wanted to say something, but finally coughed awkwardly and looked away.

Mitchell stared back at her blankly.

"...Miss, may I ask who you belong to the wounded?" The surgical nurse finally walked over and asked hesitantly, "You belong to him..."

"I'm his fiancée." Sinia smiled briefly and calmly, "—Sinia Miranda."

The nurse was obviously relieved, and shook hands with her in a friendly way: "That's really great, can you come with me? There are some things here that we have to tell you."

Xinia nodded and followed the nurse through the messy corridor.Mitchell was standing in the middle of the corridor, and when Xinia walked up to him, he stared at the woman closely and asked softly, "When did you become his fiancée?"

"We've been discussing about getting married. Why, didn't he tell you?" A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Xinia's mouth, and she walked over immediately after rubbing shoulders.