Armed SWAT

"The Rat" Tom Jefferson's trial came down quickly.Because he provided important clues to the police and became a tainted witness, he was sentenced to seven years in prison and was escorted to a Southern California prison to serve his sentence.

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a moment when he heard the news, and asked in a low voice, "Why was the sentence only seven years?"

Officer Mike said while shaking the newspaper: "It's good to be sentenced, how much do you want? Why don't you get involved in the layers of relationships in these days, even if it's Tom Jefferson, there are people on the top."

"Who will protect him?"

"I don't know, it's said to be the state director."

Deng Kaiwen was surprised: "I can't hit eight poles, right?"

"Who knows," Officer Mike shrugged, with an expression of "tsk tsk, I knew it was like this": "'Mouse' used to be an intermediary for famous killers, so he must have accumulated a lot of high-level connections. There are twists and turns here. It's complicated, do you think the police are cleaner than the gangsters? The police sometimes do gangster things."

Deng Kaiwen lowered his eyes, drank his tea silently and stopped talking.

At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Mitchell poked his head in and waved his hand with a bright smile: "Hi! Kevin! How about having dinner together at home tonight? I've already reserved a seat!"

All the police officers in the room turned their heads at the same time, scanning the two of them back and forth with a sudden realization.

Deng Kaiwen immediately choked on his tea: "Why should I go to dinner with you?"

Mitchell stared wide-eyed in front of everyone, and asked innocently: "Shouldn't we seize the time to strike while the iron is hot and strengthen our relationship?"

"..."

Before Deng Kaiwen realized what he should say, Mitchell waved his hand smartly: "That's it, wait for me after get off work!" Then he turned around and left.

There was no sound in the room, and Deng Kaiwen put down the teacup tremblingly for a while, with a ding.

The police officers stood up and patted Deng Kaiwen on the shoulder one by one, with sympathetic and dignified expressions as if they were attending Deng Kaiwen's funeral: "Don't say anything." "We understand." "We will keep the secret..."

Officer Mike came over and could hear him trying to control the gossip in his tone: "Is this kid a crook? Is he chasing you?"

"...No," Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes after a long silence: "...you think too much."

After get off work, Mitchell was waiting beside Deng Kaiwen's black Jaguar, humming a little tune and turning the key ring.

He was wearing a beige T-shirt, a loose light green plaid shirt, and jeans that showed a nice medium blue in the backlight.Such a sunny and youthful combination unexpectedly suits him, looking young and full of vitality, without suffering and carefree.

Deng Kaiwen's suit, shirt and tie are straight, and he can pull out to court at any time, which is very capable and serious.When he saw Mitchell, his eyelids twitched and he asked, "Are you really going to eat?"

"Well! Why don't you go? The seat has been reserved." Mitchell opened the door and sat in the driver's seat naturally, as if it was his own car: "The restaurant is not far ahead, I just discovered that one recently The food is delicious, and I want to take you to try it."

Deng Kaiwen stood by the car, looking down at him: "How did you get my car keys?"

This question was so acute that Mitchell closed the car door, turned on the ignition, and lowered the window before poking his head out and laughing, "—Secret!"

The price of this secrecy was that when the car was parked in front of the restaurant and Mitchell got out of the driver's seat, the corner of his mouth was a little purple.

That bruise seriously affected the quality of the hormones he emitted, and he felt that when he entered the door, the hostess didn't give him enough eyes.

However, this may be because Deng Kaiwen has taken away the attention of many ladies. When a blond waitress put on the menu, she only glanced at Deng Kaiwen, and the menu fell to the ground with a bang; Deng Kaiwen's direction revealed the deep groove on his chest.

"Here you are." Mitchell quickly picked up the menu and handed it to her with a smile.

"Oh... oh... thank you..." The waitress was still staring at Deng Kaiwen intently, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Deng Kaiwen, who caused the commotion, didn't notice it. He looked at the main menu by himself, and then ordered a scrambled egg with black truffle, served with corn soup and bread.When he returned the menu to the waitress, he nodded politely in thanks, and the voice almost stunned the girl again.

"Do you always attract women like this every time you go out...?" Mitchell asked in a low voice after the waitress withdrew.

His words were so familiar that something in Deng Kaiwen's mind was suddenly touched, and a similar conversation suddenly surfaced, and the words were still vivid in his ears and eyes.

"Do you always attract little girls like this every time you go out?" It was a warm early summer afternoon, on a bench in the garden of the small town, Epro let out a deep laugh while holding hot freshly ground Irish coffee.

It was actually a very beautiful scene, the sun, the breeze, the slightly hoarse and magnetic male voice, it was like a dream.If you don't look at the layers of hard-to-show scars under Deng Kaiwen's coat, then everything looks calm and harmonious, as beautiful as the picture.

He had already escaped once by then.

At that time, he naively thought that as long as he could escape from New York, he would never see Epro again, and he would be able to live a free life without shadows.

It wasn't until Mitchell asked him that sentence in the restaurant that he suddenly realized that something had been imprinted in the depths of his soul. Even if he never saw Epro again in his life, he would never be able to get rid of the presence of this man. The shadow left in his life.

Epro has left so much on him that it will be difficult to wash away until death.

"...No, no." Deng Kaiwen turned his head, pretending to be carefully observing the flowers on the dining table.

Mitchell observed him for a few seconds, coughed suddenly, and said, "Actually, I invited you out today because I want to talk to you about something important."

"--Um?"

"It's like this, Xinia Miranda is gone, and you have been single, I think we can try to get along. You see, I am also single, and I have no ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend to pester me. I am handsome and handsome. ..."

"Mitchell," Deng Kaiwen interrupted him: "but you are straight."

"People are going to change."

"...so you want to say you've become gay?"

"Homosexuality can't be enough..." Deng Kaiwen's words were too formal, and Mitchell subconsciously vetoed: "I don't see that all people of the same sex are impulsive, I just like you very much..."

At this time, the food was served, and the waitress deliberately stayed a few more seconds to peep at Deng Kaiwen, so Mitchell had to keep her mouth shut.When she backed out, he said again: "Actually, I tried a man before you."

Deng Kaiwen picked up the scrambled eggs calmly and ate them slowly.

"When you came out of the testing center that day, we went drinking together. When I was sleeping in the hotel room at night, I went out and tried a MoneyBoy. Because I wanted to make sure that I was still completely heterosexual. Is it possible, before I realized it? By that time, I was already interested in the same sex."

"...Unfortunately, I didn't move that night." Mitchel paused and admitted with difficulty.

"Then I thought, it's because I'm only interested in certain people, certain people, certain smells and sounds, certain same-sex bodies. All these elements make up my same-sex interest, and they all focus on you Body, for me, is indispensable."

After a few seconds of silence at the dining table, Deng Kaiwen raised his head: "Is it finished?"

"...Well, it's over."

"Very beautiful rhetoric, reminds me of your middle school English homework always full marks." Deng Kaiwen finished the last bite of scrambled eggs, set aside his knife and fork, and said, "But unfortunately, I can't accept it."

Mitchell's face froze suddenly: "Why?!"

"Although you say you are bent, every time I see you, I always think of you when you were straight. Do you know this feeling? It's like I really want to eat scrambled eggs, but you take the plate away and say no , This is not something people like me can eat! Then I ran to laugh at other people and said, even people like Deng Kaiwen want to eat scrambled eggs, how can he match it? You guys are laughing there, wait until you finish talking , After laughing, you suddenly felt that only I can eat this scrambled egg, and then ran back, holding the scrambled egg and saying that you eat it quickly! Only you can eat it!" Deng Kaiwen lowered his head and took a sip of soup, Say: "—Sorry, I'm full now..."

Mitchell's expression changed a few times, and he wanted to interrupt several times, but he couldn't say a word in the end.

Deng Kaiwen looked at his livid face, and suddenly laughed: "Don't mind too much, I didn't mean that... I just think that you are not suitable for me anymore."

Before he said this, Mitchell's expression was just a little ugly; after he said this, Mitchell's face looked like he was hit hard by an iron plate.

They ate relatively silently, one cut steak and the other drank soup; Deng Kaiwen's expressions and movements were calm, even very elegant, but Mitchell's fingers were always trembling.

Waiting until they finished eating, Deng Kaiwen was about to put the credit card on the plate when Mitchell grabbed his hand: "I'll do it."

Deng Kaiwen glanced at him, and took back the credit card with no other choice.

Mitchell pulled out the cash and pressed it under the dinner plate. While doing this, he lowered his head and asked, "If it wasn't I who said this to you today, but Regulus said it, would you agree to him?"

Deng Kaiwen said lightly: "He told me many times."

"...You didn't agree?"

"No."

Mitchell was silent for a moment, looked up at him, and asked, "What if it's a woman?"

"Maybe!" Deng Kaiwen said casually.

"Okay, I understand what you're thinking. You just want to find a woman, have a baby, and live a normal life. Although it's not a life that really makes you feel satisfied, at least it makes you look like everyone around you, without any It's different. You just want to be ordinary." Mitchell paused, then said softly: "—because you know, if you want to act like an ordinary person, you can only rely on pretending."

"—Maybe!" Deng Kaiwen repeated without changing the tone of his voice.

"OK, so here comes the problem. Even if you want to find a woman to marry right away, it's not easy, right? Sinia? Miranda just left, right? It's hard to find a good woman in America these days. Wouldn't you like to have someone by your side, or rather, in bed, during the long wait of uncertainty and instability?"

The dining table suddenly fell silent, the two of them looked at each other, and Deng Kaiwen's eyes were full of guard.

"Look, Kevin," Mitchell said affirmatively, "you still like me."

For a moment, Deng Kaiwen's expression was very subtle.

"Your taste is the same as it was ten years ago. Even if you are full now, but one day when you are hungry, you will still want to eat scrambled eggs instead of—" Mitchell said to his meal He took a look at the tray: "——not these truffles."

His tone was so sure that it gave people a feeling that he couldn't help but refute.Deng Kaiwen stared at him for several seconds without moving, then got up suddenly, turned around and left.

Mitchell grabbed his hand, pulled his body back with a force that was terrifyingly firm, pressed the back of his neck to himself, and bit his lip forcefully.

In an instant, Deng Kaiwen could hardly move, the hand was stuck on the back of his neck like iron clamps, making him unable to break free.In just a few seconds, Mitchell pried open his jaw and stuck his tongue into his mouth. The entanglement of his lips and teeth instantly overwhelmed the sense of touch, and the warm tongue mixed together, bringing bursts of softness. current.

If you look at it from the side, it is actually a very pleasing picture.

Mitchell raised his head with a happy expression on his face; Deng Kaiwen's black hair hung down to cover his face, and he couldn't see whether he was willing or not, but he could see his sharp and beautiful chin with beautiful lines.

It was only for a split second, because then he pushed Mitchell away.

"I said, even if you can't be a lover, you can still be a friend with benefits." Mitchell gasped, and smiled happily: "You see, I am in good health, have good conduct, and behave so well in bed. Friends with benefits are still very qualified, right? Anyway, you also need it!"

Deng Kaiwen wiped away the water from his lips, and stared at him condescendingly, without any emotion in his gaze.After a long while, he nodded and sneered: "Okay, I will definitely call you when necessary."

His tone sounded like the benefactor threw out a wad of banknotes and said to MB after finishing the work: "Don't pester me, let's talk about it next time!"

If you insist on distinguishing, you can still hear perfunctory and boredom from these words.

Mitchell's forehead twitched, but his expression remained the same, he still smiled happily: "Yes, yes, I will wait for your call!"

Deng Kaiwen clenched his teeth, didn't give any extra glances, and just turned around and walked away.

"Hey!" Mitchell immediately chased after a few steps: "Where are you going? Do you want me to take it?..."

But Deng Kaiwen didn't even look back, and quickly walked out of the restaurant.

With a loud bang, Deng Kaiwen slammed the car door hard.

As if this action had vented all the irritability in his heart, he sat in the car and lit a cigarette, smoked more than half of it, and then slammed on the accelerator.

The house he bought with Xinia has recently planned to put it up for sale.During the period when she just left, he couldn't even take a look at the house, and it hurt his heart like a knife.

It was not until last week that the agent called to suggest the sale of the house, and he managed to pull himself together to pack his things.Xinia put a lot of things in it before, and he had to pack them out one by one. Those girls' cosmetics, clothes, toys, etc., made him feel uncomfortable every time he saw them.So much so that I cleaned it up intermittently for more than a week, but I still haven't finished it.

It was already dark at this time, Deng Kaiwen parked the car in front of the garden of the house, walked to the door stepping on the dirt, and turned on all the lights in the house.

Although the decoration style is very warm, and the bedroom upstairs is especially beautiful, but because no one has lived in it, the whole house is filled with a lingering desolation.Deng Kaiwen leaned against the bedroom door for a while, imagining how warm it would be if there were a master, a master, children, and pets in this house.After a long time, he finally sighed, and slowly approached the bedroom, squatting down to tidy up the dressing table.

The dressing table was moved by Sinia from her previous residence, and it was filled with her small jewelry and small objects.Deng Kaiwen sorted them out and packed them one by one. Just after clearing two drawers, six large paper bags were used up.

He stood up and opened the first drawer on the right, only to freeze suddenly.

That drawer, too, was stuffed with all kinds of gadgets, but the most striking thing was that there was a gun in it.

Deng Kaiwen has been playing with guns for more than ten years, and he can tell at a glance that they are not toys, but real palm mines!

——Palm Ray is not like ordinary PMR30 for civilian use, you can get one for a few hundred dollars!This kind of mini palm mine can be hidden in the palm of a woman. Its concealment and stability are world-class. It is very rare in the market and is the favorite type of gun for female drug dealers!

Deng Kaiwen grabbed the Palm Thunder, and suddenly saw a letter under the pistol, a pink floral perfume envelope, very similar to Xinia's usual style.

The envelope was tightly glued, and on it was written a line of beautiful cursive characters——

Last letter to Kevin

— Your Cynia Miranda

Deng Kaiwen paused for breath. After a while, he stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the letter.