Armed SWAT

Regulus received the call when he walked into the restaurant.

The moment the bell rang, the noble lady stood up from the table with a smile and waved to him.

When she waved her hand for the first time, Regulus suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his pocket, and then the specially set ringtone rang.

He hesitated for a second, then strode towards the young lady while picking up the phone: "Hello, Kevin?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you suddenly, Regulus." There was a signal problem on the phone, and it sounded like he was on a highway, Deng Kaiwen's voice was more deserted and hoarse than usual: "I have something urgent to ask you, you know 'rat' Where is Tom Jefferson being held?"

"...Oh, the LAPD lockup?—what are you asking for?"

"Something went wrong."

"Okay, but I have to check with the police department first, can you wait until tomorrow? I'm busy here."

While walking to the dining table, Regulus held his mobile phone and smiled apologetically at the lady, and quickly said, "Sorry, there's a call all of a sudden."

The lady's face sank slightly, but she still shrugged her shoulders gracefully to express that she didn't mind.

"Regulus, I really have something urgent." The phone paused, and then said: "—Please!"

Deng Kaiwen's voice was so irresistible that Regulus sighed: "Okay, okay... Then wait a moment, I'll call you back."

"Thank you! Hurry up." Then the call was cut off immediately.

Regulus began to look for the numbers of the subordinates of the police department from the phone's address book, and the blind date - the famous lady who had just returned from studying in the UK finally couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

"I'm really sorry. A friend suddenly has an urgent matter. I have to make a few calls first. Would you mind waiting a while?"

"...Oh, no," she obviously minded: "—of course I don't."

Regulus looked up at her: "Thank you then."

He quickly got through the phone of the police station, and before the other party had time to ask, he covered his head and face and asked, "Hi, I'm Regulus Cherki, I want to know where Tom Jefferson is being held now." , do you have any news?"

The voice of the other party suddenly became unusually enthusiastic: "Mr. Qierqi! Hello, hello, it is really an honor! I am Pete from the Secretariat Office of the Police Department. I am sorry that I am a little excited, but I am very happy to serve you Serve……"

"Hi Pete, is Tom Jefferson in the Los Angeles jail?"

"Sorry what did you say?"

"... Is Tom Jefferson being held in the Los Angeles Police Department's detention center? It's the gangster intermediary who surrendered himself and was arrested a while ago."

"What's his name?"

"Tom Jefferson!"

The person on the phone hesitated for a while: "I'm sorry, I have to check the records first, please wait for me for a few minutes..."

The face of the lady across the table had already turned black, and Regulus had no choice but to smile at her guiltily again.This smile is definitely at the level of a professional politician. It is enough to run for the president, and it is more than enough to conquer a noble lady who came for a blind date—then the eyes of the blond girl quickly softened again.

A few minutes later, there was finally a stumbling reply: "Yes, Mr. Cherki, the man named Jefferson is indeed temporarily detained in the Los Angeles Police Department's detention center, and next week he will be transferred to a Southern California prison to serve a seven-year sentence. Do you know him? Charged with covering up murder, cooperating with drug trafficking, and..."

"I know, thank you!" Regulus slammed the call button, and then called Deng Kaiwen backhanded.

The phone was picked up almost as soon as it rang: "——what's the result?"

"Yes, that person is in LAPD custody and transferred to a Southern California prison next week. What the hell is this you ask?"

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a few seconds: "No...it's nothing."

Then he hung up the phone.

Regulus finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw the phone on the dining table.

"I'm really sorry. He seldom calls me. I don't know why he is so anxious today. It stands to reason that I shouldn't be distracted by other things when I meet a lovely lady like you..."

The noble lady laughed, her meticulously drawn eyes flickered: "It's okay, I really don't mind. Can we have a good chat now?"

Regulus also smiled: "I think so."

At this moment they are all very relaxed, the atmosphere is friendly and pleasant to get along with.They both thought they would be able to have a good blind date for the next few hours, in quiet privacy without being disturbed, and maybe go a step further at night.

It didn't take long, however, for them to realize how wrong that idea was.

Because soon Regulus' cell phone rang again.

"Hello, Kevin? I really don't have time tonight, can you…"

"I have something very important to ask of you, listen, Regulus. I'm going to see that Tom Jefferson, but you know I'm SWAT and we don't have authorization to enter the jail. You can get me a special Authorization? I must ask for it now!"

Regulus immediately wanted to ask why, is that guy called Tom handsome?Is it really handsome?Is it necessary to meet overnight? !

"Please, Regulus," Deng Kaiwen's voice was hoarse in the electric current, and there was a feeling similar to anxiety in a trance: "Please do me this favor, please."

At that moment, Regulus suddenly remembered that Deng Kaiwen really hadn't called him for a long time.There has always been unilateral pursuit and resistance between them. Although they have the closest relationship, they are always separated by a layer of veil and cannot be emotionally integrated.

From then to now, from GA to Los Angeles, Deng Kaiwen has always been far away from him, and has never been close to him.

He realized that he couldn't easily refuse the request, or even show a little impatience.This request is not easy to come by, and it may well be a rare opportunity.

"Okay," he immediately said to the phone, "wait for me for 10 minutes, and I'll get this authorization for you."

Deng Kaiwen said thank you wearily and hung up the phone.

In the next 10 minutes, Regulus made three phone calls and contacted several friends from the police department to the detention center. After many twists and turns, he got a temporary visit approval, allowing one person to visit Tom Jefferson in the Los Angeles detention center. .

During these 10 minutes, the face of the lady on the opposite side changed from blue to white to purple, and after changing several colors, it was completely fixed on the bottom of the black pot.

But Regulus was already too busy to even deal with her.

"Kevin, it's done!" Regulus called Deng Kaiwen again, trying to control his tone to appear less complacent: "You can use the name of visitation to see that Tom Jefferson, no one will monitor you, but you must Be at the LAPD lockup in half an hour. No problem?"

"No, I'm already in front of the detention center." Deng Kaiwen paused, then said in a low voice: "Thank you, Regulus..."

"Don't thank me!" Regulus interrupted him: "This is what I should do for you!"

"...well, uh...thanks."

The call was cut off again, Regulus looked at the phone and smiled.

He may not realize how tender his expression is.This kind of emotion from the bottom of his heart is completely different from his contagious speeches, glamorous magazine covers, and photos of him waving to the people in newspapers.

"Sorry to bother you," a cold female voice sounded at this moment: "Mr. Cherki, do you think it is necessary for us to continue this dinner today?"

Regulus looked up in astonishment, and saw that noble chick picked up her bag and stood up, 1.7 meters tall with four inches of high heels, condescending and extremely terrifying.

"……what……"

"If you already have a lover, don't go out on a blind date to waste time!" The young lady threw the bag onto her shoulder so forcefully that she almost hit Regulus on the nose, "—we're done here, Bye-Bye!"

Angrily, she strode away on her spike-like high heels, so fast that Regulus had only time to say, "Goodbye..."

The waiter happened to bring the food, and watched her gossip and curiously: "Hey, what's wrong with this chick?"

"..." Regulus was silent for a moment, "I think I got dumped."

"Wow! So what should we do? Is the food still on the table?"

"Return." Regulus picked up the knife and fork, calmly: "Bring me another glass of whiskey, thank you."

Tom Jefferson felt confused when he saw Deng Kaiwen.

Deng Kaiwen was wearing a black shirt and jeans, sitting at the end of the long round table, his eyes could not be seen clearly in the shadows, only his cheeks with hard lines as if carved from jade, half of which was hidden in the darkness.

The prison guard quickly backed out and closed the door with a bang.

Tom Jefferson sat on the chair, full of anxiety: "Which police officer are you? Why..."

Deng Kaiwen stood up, and the chair rubbed against the ground making harsh noises.

When he walked over step by step, although his steps were steady and calm, and his face was expressionless, it made people feel an inexplicable chill.That kind of aura is quite rare among the police, as if the god of death came with a scythe on his back. Although every step was slow, it was even more frightening and made people want to escape.

He was not like the cops, the rat recognized at once.

He had dealt with a lot of police officers, some of them were full of foul language, extortion, and he also liked to beat people.Some of them were carrying guns, and their voices were stern, and they looked very powerful, but in fact there was nothing they could do about the criminals.There are also some high-ranking officials in the police world who frequently appear on TV and newspapers, talking about national security and social morality, but their words are always full of loopholes, as if the police uniforms cannot cover their bloated bellies, and they always show their Like a piece of skin.

As a gangster "rat," he thought he knew all about the cops.

But the moment Deng Kaiwen got up and walked, he suddenly realized that this policeman was different.

He doesn't even look like a cop.He exudes a cold deterrence from his bones, which has nothing to do with the terms in books such as state institutions, government laws, and social norms.The threat he showed was purely forceful, without warmth, and smelled like blood.

The mouse couldn't help standing up, his voice trembling: "Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and saw Deng Kaiwen holding his collar with one hand and lifting him up.

"Tell me again," he said slowly, "—Who is 'Spike Fang'?"

The mouse was stunned.

After a few seconds, he stumbled and said, "Xi, Xinia? Miranda..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his eyes go dark, and then he flew up!With a bang, he hit the wall and fell limply to the ground.

That hit was no joke, for a moment he could barely open his eyes, the pain seemed to break every bone in him, and he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Deng Kaiwen stepped on his neck: "I'll ask you again, who is Langya?!"

The mouse spat out a mouthful of blood when it opened its mouth: "Sinia...Sinia? Miranda..."

"Can you say that again?!"

"I swear... I swear it's Sinia... ah!"

The scream was so sharp that it changed its tone. The mouse desperately tried to push Deng Kaiwen's foot away, but his face turned purple and he failed.Due to the lack of oxygen and the severe pain, he became incontinent. There was a disgusting smell of feces and urine, and his pants were embarrassingly wet.

Soon he will temporarily lose consciousness, but the central nervous system is still working, and the pain can be more clearly reflected on his body, giving him the illusion of suffocation, drowning, and coma.

This is similar to the water boarding used by the CIA. Using water or other media to suffocate people, followed by incontinence, struggling, coma and waking up, is an extremely painful torture.The United States has abolished waterboarding in 2003, but there are always some interrogators who are proficient in this method and can easily achieve the same brutal effect as waterboarding with similar methods.

"I will give you one last chance. After asking this question, I will kill you."

Deng Kaiwen slightly relaxed the pressure on his feet, lowered his head, a cold light shone in his beautiful eyes.

"Is that killer code-named Spike, Sinia Miranda?"

"No! No! I admit it! I lied!" The mouse howled sharply, tears and nose rolling to the ground at the same time: "Please forgive me! I admit it! I say everything! I was ordered! It was ordered!"

Deng Kaiwen let go of his foot suddenly, and the mouse scrambled to the side and vomited violently.

"Someone gave, gave me money, and let me say that Sinia? Miranda is a wolf tooth. I haven't actually seen it. I haven't seen that Sinia. I can swear! This time it's the truth!" The mouse coughed violently The voice was intermittent, and the face was full of fear: "I can swear to you! Please don't kill me!"

"Who instructed you to say that Xinia is Spike? Who is Spike?"

"...someone..."

"Who is it?"

The mouse hesitated at that moment, and he could see what he was worried about.Deng Kaiwen stepped forward, and he immediately rolled to the distance: "I, I don't know anything! I can't tell you directly!"

He was really frightened, his whole body was shaking violently, and he looked embarrassed, ridiculous and pitiful.

Deng Kaiwen stopped: "Then how do you tell me?"

"...you can go to a bar called HALL in downtown Hat Lane, find a bartender named Old Key, find him and you will have the answer. I can't tell you directly, I can't do this... otherwise in a Southern California prison I will definitely be killed when I serve my sentence..."

Deng Kaiwen raised his eyebrows, looking down at Tom Jefferson, who had collapsed into a pile.

After a long while, he nodded: "I will go. Then I will come back to you."

Outside the closed door of the reception room, Mitchell stood in the shadow of the corner, with a gloomy face.

The night was already dark, he stood at the junction of darkness and light, breathing lightly, unusually quiet, if you don't pay attention, you can't find his existence at all.

He is like a quiet rock or an invisible and colorless wind, although standing there, the sense of existence is almost zero.

The movement in the meeting room finally came to an end, only the sporadic coughing and begging of the mouse remained.

Mitchell's silhouette moved slightly on the wall, as if sighing.Then he turned around suddenly and strode into the boundless darkness.