Armed SWAT

The night rain in Los Angeles is pouring, reflecting all kinds of blurred lights in the neon lights of the city.

A man strode across the street, his black rubber boots thumping loudly in the puddle.

He was wearing a black rainproof windbreaker. He was tall and strong, and he made a rustling sound when he walked.The inch-long blond hair is short and stiff at the roots, and at first glance it looks a little rebellious, but also a bit masculine and sexy.

A row of dirty light tubes of various shapes lined up in the alley, and a deafening rock sound came from the closed iron gate.In the shadows, several young people gathered together to smoke marijuana, their greedy expressions were reflected by the passing headlights, and the unique rancid smell of marijuana could be smelled from a long distance.

A small closed door is hidden in the entrance of the alley, and there are several greasy and steep stone steps at the door.The man stepped up to the highest stone step and opened the door without hesitation.

The violent nicotine and alcohol rush out together with the explosive music, making people unable to open their eyes for a moment.The man strode into the bar, only to see men and women with heavy make-up and twirling wildly around him, like twisted snakes in the colored light.

The man strode through the crowd, walked to the edge of the bar, and suddenly took out a gun from his arms and slapped it on the table: "Where is the person?! Come out for me!"

The old bartender suddenly stood up from the other side of the bar and walked quickly.

He is wearing a British gentleman's suit vest and white shirt, wearing a green bow tie, wearing old-fashioned silver-rimmed glasses, and strikingly, he is carrying an ancient brass key on his chest, which looks very historic .

This kind of dress seemed out of place with the surrounding environment, and he spoke with a strong British accent: "Mr. Landers! Why did you come here in person? Is there any business?"

Mitchell Landers pointed at the old waiter's head with a gun, and said with a smile: "It's a big deal. Where's the 'rat'?"

"Gambling downstairs..."

"Call him out to meet me!"

The old waiter looked at him suspiciously, silently poured a glass of whiskey with ice and put it on the bar, turned around and walked into the crowd.After a while, he dragged a small man with mischievous eyebrows out, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Landers..."

Mitchell stood up suddenly, picked up the little man, dragged him to the ground like a chicken, and at the same time held the man's head hard with the muzzle of a gun.

"Please, please don't do this!" The little man was terrified, his eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, and he looked wretched and somewhat funny: "I, I will be obedient! I promise! Oh please, please You, Master Landers..."

Mitchell turned a deaf ear and dragged him out of the small door of the bar, threw him on the ground full of dirty water with a bang, and then stepped on it.

The poor mouse was frightened to the point of crap, and another foot was trampled on his chest, tears and snot immediately came down: "Lan, Master Landers! I swear I haven't done anything recently! I've been law-abiding! What, what Didn't do anything bad!..."

"Shut up." Mitchell picked up the mouse condescendingly, and asked with a friendly smile, "I have a big deal, are you willing to do it?"

The mouse stopped crying immediately: "What big deal?"

"One million a year, I guarantee you can come out in seven years at most." Mitchell jokingly patted the mouse's face with the barrel of a gun, looking in a good mood: "How about it, if you promise, you can find out the money on the account tomorrow. How do you feel about the extra 100 million deposit?"

The mouse's two small eyes shot out excited light: "What do you want me to do?"

Mitchell raised an eyebrow.

"—to surrender." He smiled and said word by word.

Not long after Deng Kaiwen came back to work, a major event happened.

The well-known "intermediary" Tom Jefferson was arrested because he was involved in a drug smuggling case. In order to seek a lighter sentence, he confessed all his previous crimes.

There are three religions and nine streams in the underworld, and there are "intermediaries" in every business, and Tom Jefferson is one of the more famous ones.He is often involved in the smuggling of famous paintings, drug crimes, and even life transactions in the killer business.Although this man looks wretched and has a nickname called Mouse, but it is said that he has a very shrewd personality. He has the most detailed list of killers in the western United States in his heart, and he can contact many killers who are in the shortest possible time.

The Ministry of Justice immediately organized a group of experts to interrogate him, and soon a big secret broke out.

Deng Kaiwen was once again invited into the special task force on the [-]th floor.

"What did you say?" Deng Kaiwen suddenly got up in the interrogation room, and stared at Officer Mike in disbelief: "Sinia is the killer 'Spike'?!——Did you take the wrong medicine?"

He was playing with a pen, but because he got up too violently, the ink spilled out all of a sudden, and there were two ink blue marks on the front of the police uniform shirt.

Mike was startled by his aura all of a sudden, and nodded embarrassingly after a while, thinking that it's no wonder this kid can be the captain, usually he doesn't look like a mountain, but when he erupts, his aura is quite strong!

Deng Kaiwen froze for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Tom Jefferson.

This poor fat mouse was placed on a chair in the middle of the interrogation room, and two criminal police officers with live ammunition stood beside them—their role here was not to prevent Tom Jefferson from suddenly violently injuring others, but to prevent Deng Kaiwen from suddenly Losing control of his emotions, he rushed over and beat up the suspect.

"In the name of my dead ghost father, every word I say is true." Under Deng Kaiwen's cold and threatening gaze, Tom was even trembling when he spoke: "You know, no one on the road has really seen Langya, even the police don’t have a photo of him, right? Killers of that level contact buyers through intermediaries, and no one knows who Langya is except for the intermediaries..."

Deng Kaiwen took a step forward, and Mike immediately grabbed him: "Kevin! I beg you to calm down!"

Deng Kaiwen threw him away: "I'm very calm!" With a plop, Mike immediately fell to the ground with his buttocks, looking quite funny.

"I, what I'm telling is the truth!" The mouse hugged his head, and shrank behind the policeman in a frenzy: "Even I don't see Wolf Fang very often, I only know that the target of 'his' last mission was the Los Angeles Police Department A young executive! I haven’t heard anything from Langya since last month, and then I found out that Sinia Miranda was dead! I’m pretty sure Langya didn’t contact any other agency except me. However, it is definitely Sinia? Miranda is right..."

Deng Kaiwen's heart sank suddenly.

Ever since Regulus told him about Spike, he had always suspected that the killer was targeting him.

If it was Cynia Miranda, everything would be right.

Unknown origin, drug use, AIDS, approaching him step by step in a planned way...

But why marry him in the end?

They spend so much time alone that one bullet can solve all problems!Why use such a tortuous and stupid way of getting married, having children, and infecting AIDS to complete the task?Why did she say she loved him?

Deng Kaiwen hugged his head, thinking of the bride's tears at the wedding that day, thinking of the blood-stained wedding dress under the blue sky, and remembering what she once said, even if I die today, I am willing.

Which ones are true?Which ones are fake?

Which ones are the sharp knives covered under the veil of warmth, and which ones are the tenderness hidden behind the coldness?

"...if she is Langya," Deng Kaiwen asked hoarsely for a while, "her real name...do you know what her real name is?"

The room was silent.

Tom poked his head out from behind the detective tremblingly: "I, I don't know, her name on the road has always been Sinia Miranda."

"...Then when did she start taking drugs?"

"She must have been doing drugs for several years, from the first time I dealt with her. She was very close to a drug dealer at the time..."

"Which one?!" Deng Kaiwen stepped forward suddenly, staring closely at Tom's panicked face: "——Which drug dealer?!"

"I, I, I, I say! Don't come here!" Tom screamed in fright, and hurriedly retreated behind the criminal police: "The Hebrew family, you know this family, right? They specialize in drug trafficking in the West, I know the West Nia Miranda once bought a lot of high-purity heroin from them..."

Deng Kaiwen only felt that his ears were buzzing.

He didn't know how he made it to the end of the interrogation, how he said goodbye to his colleagues, and staggered back to his captain's office on the 28th floor.It was like he was having a nightmare, every time he thought it couldn't get any worse, but who knew that there was something even more terrifying waiting behind.

There is never a time to wake up, there is never a time to be free.

When he got out of the elevator, he was in a trance, bumped into a person facing him suddenly, and said sorry without looking up, as if he continued to walk forward.Who knew that the man grabbed him and asked in a low voice, "Kevin? Are you okay?"

It was Mitchell's voice.

Deng Kaiwen waved his hands without saying a word, and strode towards the office.

Mitchell looked at his back, the smile slowly disappeared from his face, and his eyes were particularly dark and deep.

The elevator dinged, and just as the door was slowly closing, Mitchell suddenly turned around and strode in.He was supposed to go to the top floor to hand over the documents, but at this moment he decisively pressed GROUNDFLOOR, the elevator went all the way down, and soon reached the lobby on the first floor.

Mitchell quickly ran out of the police station lobby, and saw several SWAT policemen coming back from their missions, greeted him with a smile, and he rushed out with a wave of his hand.Sangers thought something happened, so he chased after him and asked, "Where are you going? Can you have diarrhea if you eat too much?"

"Say it for me!" Mitchell waved for a taxi without looking back, "I'll be back in 10 minutes!"

There happened to be a men's clothing store near the police station, just a 2-minute drive away.Mitchell got out of the car, strode into the store, grabbed a little shop assistant and asked, "Are there any shirts for sale?"

The little girl was startled: "What kind of shirt?"

"A lighter shade, 37—or 38 or so. Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

The little girl quickly walked into the counter, and after a few seconds, she brought up a classic Tommy Hilfiger white-collar shirt with a light blue background: "Is this... okay?"

Mitchell looked at the shirt and suddenly smiled: "Okay, just this one."

Deng Kaiwen sat behind the computer, forking out all the pages irritably.

There is no information.

There is no definite information showing that "Spike Fang" must be a man.

The police have only been guessing, based on the handwriting of the note at the scene, based on common sense analysis, and from the intelligence of the informant, it is speculated that the killer with the highest asking price in the western United States is a man.However, there is no hard evidence to prove that Langya must not be a woman.

Deng Kaiwen felt as if he was surrounded by a cloud of fog. He waved his hands vigorously to dispel the fog, but found that he was getting deeper and deeper, at a loss.

The more he searched for intelligence, the more he discovered how little the LAPD's investigation of "Spike" was.Almost all habitual offenders engaged in the killer industry have been registered at the police station, but there are very few materials on Langya.It stands to reason that the killer who committed so many crimes should have been investigated by the special case long ago, but there has been no response from the higher authorities, as if they are faintly afraid of something.

Suddenly the door was knocked twice, then pushed open, Mitchell smiled and waved to him: "Kevin, do you want to change?"

Deng Kaiwen raised his head from behind the computer, his voice was habitually indifferent: "Did I ask you to come in?"

"Don't worry about such trivial matters. After all, half of the police station has seen the ink on your chest, so you really don't want to change it?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen lowered his head, only then noticed two conspicuous ink marks on his chest.

"I put the clothes here." Mitchell put the paper bag on the sofa by the door: "I hope the number is right! Of course, if it doesn't fit, I can't change it. I've already thrown away the receipt!"

Deng Kaiwen was stunned for a few seconds before he let out a long "Oh—": "...Thank you, remember to remind me to give you the money later..."

Mitchell laughed: "I've been an old classmate for more than ten years, do you still remember these dozens of dollars?"

Deng Kaiwen was so choked up that he couldn't say a word, Mitchell waved to him brightly, slammed the door shut, and walked away quickly.

"..." Deng Kaiwen walked over slowly, and took out the shirt from the paper bag. Tommy Hilfiger's typical casual style of American stars is impressive. He carried it in front of him for comparison, and felt that he had suddenly traveled to Hollywood.

……

Did this person do it on purpose? ! Standing in his office on the 28th floor of the police station, Deng Kaiwen, the 28-year-old young and handsome SWAT special police captain, had incredible thoughts.