Armed SWAT

Deng Kaiwen did not break his promise.The first days of bootcamp really were hell.

Every morning and evening, a 20-kg 5-kilometer turn-back run, with both hands holding a 15-kg dumbbell 50 times.There is a 2000-meter-long suspended barbed wire fence on the playground, which crawls back and forth [-] times a day, which is equivalent to a full [-]-meter length.In the end, no one could stand up anymore, no matter how thick the combat suit was, the elbows were ground so bloody that even the tender red flesh could be seen.

And shooting training is even more brutal.Snipers do aiming contact for three hours a day, one hour each for standing, kneeling, and lying positions; On the rocks, in the moving boat, maintain a completely still state for a full hour.In addition, a one-kilogram masonry is suspended from the muzzle to train the sniper's wrist strength in the cruelest way.

After many people practice kneeling for an hour, the entire right foot seems to be broken from it, and it hurts as soon as it touches the ground; some people have severe wrist spasms after training, and their hands tremble as if they have Parkinson's disease. Couldn't even pick up a knife and fork.

There is also a strict time limit for eating here.10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening, and [-] minutes for lunch. When the time comes, put away the plate and leave immediately, regardless of whether you are full or not.Can't hold food with trembling hands?It's okay, lick with your tongue.Some protested that it was inhumane and insulting, and refused to eat by licking.On the first day, the American soldier had nothing to eat and was forced to go to the training ground. The training task that day was [-] meters of mud swimming.The next day he appeared in the restaurant, grabbing bread from the plate with his tongue and teeth chattering, and devouring it.

At the beginning, there was a lot of cursing and complaining, and the whole camp was shrouded in fiery anger.But then everyone fell silent.

Before the volcano erupted, it was pushed back to the ground by a stronger force.

Day after day of training is as heavy and numb as a machine.Every day someone passes out, every day someone is rushed to first aid.But it was like a drop of water slipping into a deep pool, only arousing momentary ripples, and the dead silence was restored in the blink of an eye.

Even the passage of time has disappeared. At the beginning, there were people who counted the days and looked forward to going out, but then no one was in the mood to care about it.Waking up every day, training, closing eyes, going to sleep, and even saying one more word have become extravagant hopes.

In such a mechanical life that is repeated day by day, the only thing that changes is Deng Kaiwen.

As captain, his main job is in Los Angeles, and he drives to camp once a week.Every time he comes, the camp will hold an assessment.

More than 200 team members were divided into five groups and completed four links including rock climbing, shooting, long-distance running, and general knowledge defense. Each group rated three excellent, ten good, and the rest were all pass.Then Deng Kaiwen took the assessment form and left.

On the day that Deng Kaiwen visited the camp for the tenth time, Mitchell was walking out of the restaurant with a group of new buddies.

Nobody noticed him at first, until Matthew tugged at Mitchell and whispered, "Look! Our boss!"

Several people suddenly fell silent, and there was a strange silence in the corridor.

Deng Kaiwen was sitting on the railing of the corridor, holding a cigarette in one hand and an open assessment report in the other.He was still dressed as he was on the first day, wearing short boots and carrying an MP5 submachine gun; the sunglasses were stuck in his hair, showing a smooth, full and beautifully shaped forehead.

This appearance looks very energetic, but also a bit charming and dangerous like a cheetah.

I don't know why, seeing Deng Kaiwen from such a close distance, Mitchell suddenly felt that his face was strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He shook his head heavily, thinking how could it be possible?If you have seen such a distinctive appearance of Deng Kaiwen, it will be hard to forget.

"—Mitchell? Landers?" Suddenly he raised his head from the report, his gaze scanned the group of people, and then settled on Mitchell's face.

Matthew pushed from behind very disrespectfully, and Mitchell stepped forward involuntarily: "Yes, yes Sir!"

"The results of the last few assessments have been good." Deng Kaiwen said lightly.

"Thank you Sir!"

The voice of his answer was particularly loud because of his awkwardness, and Deng Kaiwen glanced at him slightly in astonishment.

Mitchell felt himself blushing with disappointment.

"Okay, please keep it up..." Deng Kaiwen shook his head as if feeling amused.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped, took out a pack of Marlboro from the pocket of his camouflage jacket, and threw it to Mitchell and the others with a wave of his hand.

A pack of cigarettes is as attractive as a nuclear bomb to these men who have been hungry for more than a month.Matthew and the others snatched the cigarettes away immediately, each one was about to drool.

"Don't let others see it." Deng Kaiwen smiled, turned around and strode into the restaurant.

"Damn, this buddy isn't too bad!" Matthew couldn't wait to light a cigarette, took a big puff, and then patted Mitchell: "You want one too?"

"Oh, thanks." Mitchell took the cigarette, but he kept circling Deng Kaiwen's last smile in his mind.

That was the first smile of the cold, ruthless, ruthless young officer.I don't know why it made Mitchell look more familiar, as if he had seen a similar smile somewhere before.

But where is it?

The assessment was held again that afternoon, and Mitchell was unsurprisingly awarded "excellent" in this group.

In the evening, there is an extra meal in the camp, and a lot of meat, corn and chicken legs are roasted.The instructor made an exception and opened a few cases of beer, and everyone drank red.

During the chaotic clinking of glasses, Mitchell looked up by chance and saw Deng Kaiwen sitting on the highest seat in the restaurant, looking a little lonely among the lively and jubilant crowd.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and Mitchell was slightly taken aback, only to see Deng Kaiwen raised his glass and smiled at him from afar.

Before Mitchell could react, his eyes turned to the other side as if nothing had happened.

Is that... clinking glasses?

I don't know why the weird sense of familiarity is getting stronger and stronger. For a moment, Mitchell almost thinks that Deng Kaiwen is one of his former colleagues in the police station.

Maybe they had a nodding acquaintance, maybe they once handed over a report...

Mitchell drank the remaining beer in the glass and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Matthew asked drunkenly.

"Go back to sleep."

"Isn't it? There's still, hiccup, plenty of beer!"

"Dude, there is still training tomorrow! Can't you remember to get out of bed?" Mitchell shook his head helplessly, and strode out of the restaurant.

Probably because of nature, Mitchell has a strict self-discipline in his bones.

He was a warm, friendly and well-bred kid from an early age.When he was in middle school, he was the captain of the school's baseball team. He was tall, handsome, polite, friendly, and had a bright smile.Almost all boys regard him as a friend, and all girls like to go to and from school with him.

But under the easy-going and enthusiastic appearance, Mitchell is actually a young man who is very good at self-control, has a good plan, and is proactive in doing things.

He is proficient in all computer games, but he never delays the next day's exam because of playing games.

He likes to play basketball, swim and rock climb, but never let these take away from his duties as baseball captain.

When he graduated from high school, he was admitted to the University of Southern California with very good grades. After graduation, he was admitted to the police. Whether it was work or life, he did not experience any major twists and turns, and he has always had a smooth journey.

Mitchell's resume can be summed up in two words: one is an outstanding youth, and the other is a bright future.

All the superiors value him highly, all the subordinates admire him, and all the colleagues can get along with him friendly.

As long as he can remember, he has never had the experience of quarreling with his friends.His relationships have always been smooth, and he has never had any enemies, even in office fights.

Those old friends have been gradually forgotten in memory, except for a few close friends, others have gradually lost contact.Mitchell lay on the iron frame bed in the dormitory, closing his eyes and recalling his boyhood.He thought of his old teammates in the baseball club, of his old classmates in the same class, and suddenly those faces receded from the tide of memory.A thin and pale face suddenly appeared, with big and dark eyes, always looking a little panicked.

Mitchell opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart stopped for an instant.

--It's him!

That's right, it's him!

……

No wonder I always feel familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it...

The iconic mixed-race face should have been remembered a long time ago, but I don't want to recall that person in my subconscious...

But is it really possible?Mitchell asked himself in disbelief.

Is the thin, pale, timid, and always bullied middle school boy really the same person as the cold-blooded, young and handsome SWAT elite?

It was already dark, and there was still bursts of laughter from the restaurant. I don't know if the group of people planned to have an all-night drink today.

Mitchell sat on the bed with his eyes wide open for a long time, then fell down slowly, staring at the faint outline of the ceiling in the darkness.The tide of memory was like opening a gate, and it surged up in a mighty way, drowning his whole body.

It should be right, they are all called Kevin, but I am not sure whether the boy's surname was Deng.The name Kevin is so common that Mitchell feels a little vague when he recalls it.

The deepest impression Kevin left on people back then was that he was particularly thin.A high school boy looks like a junior high school boy, because of his short stature, his head looks a little out of proportion, which looks ridiculous.

The school uniform was too big for him, and his was second-hand. The oversized coat looked like a clown, very funny.It is said that his mother was a poor single woman who worked odd jobs here and there and had no money to pay for his exorbitant uniforms—coats, trousers, sweaters, and scarves in winter, shirts, ties, shorts, and leather shoes in summer, plus three years of high school. It would cost a small fortune.

He wore that worn out and bulky second-hand set for more than a year, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, until he left school.

Back then, many naughty boys in school took pleasure in teasing him.Everyone is like this, the vigorous energy of adolescence is always in the wrong place to vent.

Kevin was a hardworking and bright student back then, and Mitchell now recalls it as if he was always at the top of the school.The schoolbag on his thin shoulders is always heavy, and he wears thick glasses, silent and shrinking.Those boys always snatched his schoolbag while he was not paying attention, sprinkled water on the books, and threw his ruler and compasses everywhere.Mitchell remembers once crying in front of the class, and although he looked embarrassed and funny, the cry was really sad.

For some reason, Mitchell suddenly burst out with a sense of justice to protect the weak, and rushed to take back Kevin's tattered schoolbag.

The memory became clearer and clearer. He remembered that day when Kevin took the schoolbag from him, he sobbed and said, "Thank you!"

Since that day, Kevin has always loved to pester him, staying next to him on the school bus, and silently following behind him when eating.Although Mitchell was a little embarrassed about this, he also knew that if he followed him, Kevin would not be bullied again.The communication rules of middle school boys are always somewhat similar to those of jungle herds. Once they find a strong backer, others will accept the existence of the weak by default.

Everything that seemed peaceful finally ended on the first day of summer vacation in the first year of high school.

Before leaving school that day, Kevin suddenly invited Mitchell to an empty classroom, and stammered that he liked him!

And it's not the liking of classmates, friends, or buddies, but the liking of love!

Mitchell was shocked at the time, and felt very sick after reacting.

At that time, unlike now, there was far less tolerance for homosexuality.Besides, the boys in high school at that time were full of vigor, and they only thought about girls all day long, so they really didn't know much about the concept of homosexuality.

Mitchell felt insulted at the time.He couldn't remember if he had said anything too much in a hurry, as if he had scolded Kevin, as if he could wash away the dirty things he got on.

Then he made the decision to break up.No, they never dated, that was just wishful thinking on Kevin's part.

Since then, Mitchell has avoided this thin and short boy everywhere. During the long summer vacation of that year, he chatted with his friends about Kevin's disgusting confession countless times, and laughed with his friends every time. Laughing, full of sarcasm, as if it could completely draw a line from Kevin and the disgusting word homosexuality.

When the school started, Kevin's deeds spread throughout the school overnight, and everyone laughed and pointed at him, or blatantly ran over to question him and embarrass him.

Recalling these things now, Mitchell only feels that he was unbelievably cruel back then.

He knew that he just didn't understand at the beginning, that homosexuals also need respect, and that he didn't understand Kevin might just be out of pure admiration.After all, the phenomenon of same-sex love in adolescence is very normal, and it cannot be used as the real standard for judging homosexuality.Many people liked the same sex when they were teenagers. It was just a psychological need, and it did not mean that they were sick or had mental problems.

But because of the innocent cruelty of children, it is often more vicious and hurtful than the deliberate cruelty of adults.

Kevin's life at school was getting more and more difficult, he was bullied almost every day, sometimes he was pushed and slapped.

Such days continued until shortly after the start of the second year of high school.

Kevin suddenly disappears from school.

According to the teacher, Kevin's mother passed away suddenly. This woman divorced very early, and the only relative in Los Angeles is her son.

They all thought that Kevin would be taken over by the welfare agency, but later, there were rumors in the school that Kevin's father suddenly appeared. This man had been living in New York and seemed to have a fairly good financial background.

"The child should go to school in New York." The teachers said so at the time.

Whatever the truth, Kevin's disappearance didn't cause much repercussions.The boys quickly found a new target for bullying, and life went on, but the thin and timid little boy was quickly forgotten by everyone.

That night Mitchell lay on a single bed in the dormitory, tossing and turning and not falling asleep most of the night.

The cowardly and frightened face in memory and the capable and handsome face of SWAT captain Deng Kaiwen appeared alternately in his mind like a silent pantomime.No matter what, he couldn't connect the two as if they were the same person.

Ten years have passed since that high school summer break.What happened in this decade?

Kevin Deng's previous experience with the Airborne SWAT team is a mystery. No one on the SWAT team in Arlington has heard of him, and the Los Angeles Police Department has never had such a person.

What was he doing before?Is it really the FBI?

What exactly has he experienced in the ten years of disappearance that can completely change a person like a reborn person?