Armed SWAT

Deng Kaiwen was about to go to that bar to look for the "old key" immediately, but unexpectedly something happened, which suddenly derailed his plan.

It was late at night, and the night duty officers of the SWAT headquarters suddenly received an emergency call, saying that the police had shot at a house, and they were asked to dispatch special police immediately to maintain the situation.

Here's the thing.An anti-social element suddenly took the wrong medicine that night, took guns, explosives and other weapons, climbed to the church bell tower and shot the street.The patrol police on duty quickly dispatched, blocked the entire street, and arranged snipers to shoot and kill the anti-social element.

Everything was going smoothly, but who knew that the new sniper had a temporary convulsion, and his condition went wrong, and he missed the anti-social element with one shot, but hit an apartment building next to the church!

When the incident reached the police station, everyone was shocked.You are a sniper!How many hands does it take to shoot a bullet dozens of meters away!Do you still want to do it, bastard!

SWAT had no choice but to call the captain in a hurry in the middle of the night.Who knew that Deng Kaiwen's cell phone was not answered, and his home phone was also busy, so he couldn't be reached by any means.As if he was taken away by aliens, he miraculously disappeared from this world!

The dispatcher from the SWAT headquarters vomited old blood and had to temporarily report to the superior. The branch chief dispatched two ELEMENT teams. In the absence of the captain, ten SWAT team members rushed to the scene.

Mitchell is among these ten team members - he is almost becoming a model SWAT police officer, he is always there on duty, every time he is on high-risk missions, he is always there on anti-terrorism, anti-narcotics, killing robbers...anytime Call him from any place, and he can always answer the phone at the first time: "Hi, hello! Mitchell Landers of the SWAT team of the Los Angeles Police Department is at your service!"

In the big truck of the special police team, Sangers burst into tears as soon as he saw Mitchell getting in: "Mitchell, you are such a good boy! I will definitely report to the captain and give you a raise!"

Mitchell: "Let's find the captain first... =="

As a result, they drove to the accident site together, and finally knew why Deng Kaiwen couldn't be contacted.

His home was raided.

Deng Kaiwen stood in front of his house in the middle of the night, wearing only pajamas in a hurry, his face was pale.A sniper squatted at his feet, covering his face with his hands and tears streaming down his face.The gate of his house was sealed off with black and yellow cordons. Numerous police officers shuttled back and forth. Bullet scar experts squatted in front of the window of his bedroom with a small notebook, studying something intently.

I saw a big hole in his bedroom window, and the sniper bullets left deep, deep, deep cracks on the wall.

Sangers sprayed in an instant: "—I hit your house?!"

Mitchell quickly dragged down his coat and put it on Deng Kaiwen: "Are you okay?"

"I sleep well at home! Suddenly a bullet flew past my nose! This bullet was shot from the muzzle of our glorious American policeman!" Deng Kaiwen lifted his coat and slammed Mitch back hard. In Er's arms, he rushed up in his pajamas, and easily picked up the sniper's neck with one hand: "How much does the taxpayer spend to support a policeman every year? How much does the police department spend to pile up you, an idiot sniper? You can hit a target as big as the bell tower at a distance of 80 meters! Are you pulling the trigger with your toe right?!"

The sniper struggled weakly: "Hold, I'm sorry boss... I really didn't know you lived here... Boss, I was wrong, can't I be wrong..."

A group of patrolmen silently turned their faces away, with a horrible expression on their faces.

Mitchell had his coat smashed in public, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He smiled and persuaded him: "Hit! Hit! Hit me up!"

Deng Kaiwen threw down the sniper, his face livid and silent.

The poor sniper immediately scrambled and ran away, not daring to stay for a second.

Deng Kaiwen's house is completely uninhabitable, half of the wall is destroyed, and the next step is to conduct a damage appraisal, receive insurance companies, draw ballistics, and take photos. It will take at least half a month to seal.When a group of policemen finished their work and were about to go back to the bureau to deal with errands, Mitchell suddenly turned back and asked Deng Kaiwen in a low voice: "Do you have a place to live?"

"Let's go to the hotel." Deng Kaiwen's voice was flat, and he didn't give him any good looks.

"I called home just now, and my mother said you are welcome to stay with us temporarily." Mitchell saw Deng Kaiwen's face change, and immediately asked, "Do you remember the basket of cherries when you were hospitalized? I brought them when I went to see you." That basket? My mother picked them all by herself one by one!"

Deng Kaiwen immediately thought of the basket of bright red cherries that he had dried up in two days, and felt as if he had been shot full of bullets, unable to say anything.

"My parents are at home, what are you afraid of?" Mitchell smiled, his eyes were extremely cunning.

Mitchell, a model special police officer who returned from the big victory, went to the police station to hand in his equipment, and then drove back to pick up Deng Kaiwen.

Deng Kaiwen came out quite embarrassed, he didn't bring anything except his pajamas.His pajamas were made of beige silk, which made his skin white and smooth. It was very good-looking. Mitchell glanced at it several times without concealing it.

Deng Kaiwen stood there and let him look at it openly, and asked after reading it, "Is it good?"

"It looks good..." Mitchell nodded and wiped his saliva, and then suddenly caught a glimpse of Deng Kaiwen's face, and instantly sobered up: "Boss, you look radiant and majestic in whatever you wear! Boss, I just admire you! Boss You'd better hurry up and buy two clothes to change into!"

It was obviously impossible to buy clothes in the middle of the night. Mitchell drove around the city several times before buying a set of waiter uniforms in an all-night restaurant. Aside from the black vest, the white shirt was black. Pants are also available.

In retrospect, Deng Kaiwen only felt very grateful for the waiter uniform.

Because it avoided the embarrassment of being naked and wearing only pajamas when he first went to the Landers' house.

It was late at night, Mitchell was driving steadily, and Deng Kaiwen fell asleep unconsciously after changing his clothes.When he woke up, the car had stopped. Mitchell patted his face lightly and said with a smile, "We're here."

When Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes, a huge villa with bright lights was reflected outside the car window.

At the end of the garden, the iron gate was open, and Mitchell's parents stood on the stone steps, well-dressed and looking forward to it.

"..." Deng Kaiwen turned his head blankly and said, "I want to go home."

Mitchell pushed him out the door with lightning speed.

This villa is obviously not a brick and wood product that can be bought for hundreds of thousands, but a beautiful building with a long history.From the open iron gate of the garden, you can see the tall fountain, which is complex and magnificent under the illumination of colored lights, and is very conspicuous on the flat grass.

The Landers, dressed in suits and long skirts, walked down the steps solemnly, as if they were preparing to attend a royal wedding.

Deng Kaiwen stood in front of the car unprepared, watching them walk towards him.

Mitchell Landers' mother must have been beautiful when she was young. Even though the corners of her eyes had fine wrinkles, she still had an elegant temperament and loving eyes.His father was gray-haired and handsome, and he had a good upbringing at first sight. He walked briskly with his head held high.

Deng Kaiwen turned around: "... Mitchell."

"Huh? What?"

"...what's your father's name?"

"Pyrmont Landers." Mitchell asked innocently, "What's the matter?"

"...No, it's nothing." Deng Kaiwen turned around and said, "The state director..."

State Police Chief Pyrmont Landers strode forward and held Deng Kaiwen's hand tightly: "Hello, hello! The first meeting under such circumstances is really..."

"We all welcome you very much," his wife interrupted him decisively: "In fact, we often hear Mitchell say your name, and we have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time."

The couple's expressions of gratitude really baffled Deng Kaiwen. After a long while, he reluctantly nodded and smiled: "Ah, no... Actually..."

"You must be Mitchell's friend, right?"

"Well, to some extent..." To some extent, it's a friend with a gun!

"It's great, we are all happy that Mitchell has a friend like you." Mrs. Landers cut off her husband's words again, and took Deng Kaiwen's hand forcefully: "Please come with me, I want You must be very tired. We have prepared a guest room for you, and I hope you don't mind it because the incident happened in a hurry and didn't tidy up properly!"

Deng Kaiwen couldn't refuse such an elderly lady, and could only be led forward by her involuntarily: "No, I don't mind, in fact, my house was opened by a policeman..."

Mitchell picked his nose nonchalantly, and was about to follow, when his father suddenly pressed his shoulder: "Wait!"

"What's the matter, father?"

Piermon Landers stared at his son sternly, and if he looked carefully, he could find a little fear in his eyes.

This fear made his expression look subtle, a bit indescribably defensive.

"Have you told Deng Kaiwen about your situation beforehand? - Does he understand you?"

"I'm fine, Dad," Mitchell waved his hand casually. "I'm normal and healthy. There's nothing to worry about."

Pyrmont Landers stared at his only son with an innocent face, gritted his teeth and nodded after a long while: "I hope you will remain like this."

Deng Kaiwen followed Mrs. Landers into the villa, went upstairs again, turned a few turns in the intricate corridors, and came to a double-sided mahogany door.

"Because I just received a call from Mitchell, it's too late to arrange it. If you are not satisfied with anything, please tell us, and we will tidy it up tomorrow." Mrs. Landers opened the door while speaking, and the mahogany bed , marble fireplace, beautiful large-scale murals and crystal chandeliers suddenly leap into the eyes, making people feel like they are in a castle for an instant: "—If you don't like it, you can change the room..."

"No, no, no need, you are too—" Deng Kaiwen swallowed the words "too exaggerated" abruptly, and said, "Too polite!"

"It's fine if you like it."

Mrs. Landers looked melancholy at Kevin Deng walking in, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you want something to eat?"

"……no thanks."

"Then, do you want something to drink before going to bed? Red wine, milk or something..."

"No, I'm fine," Deng Kaiwen looked back at her apologetically, "You really don't need to trouble yourself."

Mrs. Landers fell silent, looking down at the fluff of the rug at her feet.After more than ten seconds, she suddenly raised her head, speaking slowly and hesitantly: "Mr. Den..."

Deng Kaiwen's hair stood on end: "Ma'am, just call me Kevin!"

"Really, then I'll call you that." Mrs. Landers smiled weakly, and the smile looked very pale: "Kevin, I may ask you with the liberty, Mitchell, everything in the police force Is everything all right?"

This question was really unexpected, and Deng Kaiwen was stunned for a moment before saying, "Very good, a model policeman."

"...does he have friends?"

"A lot of friends, most of the police department knows him. —Oh, but I didn't know he was your son."

Mrs. Landers raised her head and looked at Deng Kaiwen earnestly: "Are you really friends?"

Her tone was too enthusiastic, and Deng Kaiwen was stunned for a while.

"Actually, Mitchell is a——a kid with a weird personality. He has been...we don't know why he became like that. So I have been very worried about him, you know, as a parent..."

When she talked about the child, her tone was very low, and for some reason, Deng Kaiwen's heart trembled violently, as if some of the softest and most vulnerable places had been hit hard.

"Mitchell is a very good policeman, and many colleagues like to get along with him." He emphasized: "We are really friends."

For a few seconds, Mrs. Landers stared at him in silence, her blue eyes unblinking.

"...Thank you." She whispered in a hoarse voice, "Really... really thank you very much."

Deng Kaiwen was a little at a loss: "Well, it's okay."

She bowed and said good night, then walked out of the room gently and closed the door.

Mrs. Landers went downstairs, where her husband and son were standing in the kitchen, confronting each other.

The bright light shone across their faces, Piermon Landes looking angry and anxious, Mitchell calm and a little grim.

"I know what I'm doing and what I want. I've lived 29 years and everything is fine."

Mitchell's eyes flicked from his father to his mother's face.

"Yes, I like Deng Kaiwen very much. Because of this feeling, I decided to be a policeman in the future, so the things you worry about will not happen again."

"...Are you sure?" Pyrmont Landers asked in a low voice, "You promise that you won't go out again..."

"Honey!" Mrs. Landers had to interrupt him.

"..." Pyrmont paused, closed his mouth, and stared at his son with scrutiny and vigilance.

Mitchell shrugged nonchalantly.

"My child, as long as you like something anyway, that's fine." Mrs. Landers walked over and hugged her son vigorously: "You finally started to like something, mom is happy for you... really sincere happy."

"Thank you." Mitchell hugged his mother back very gracefully.

Pyrmont Landers stood on the side, watching them with complicated eyes, as if he was deeply worried, but resisted his reluctance to speak out.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first, let's talk about something tomorrow morning." Mitchell gently pushed his mother out of his arms, and waved to his parents: "Good night, dad! Good night, mom!"

His voice and expression were so normal, like an ordinary young man with a sunny personality, happily saying good night to his family.

Neither of the Landers responded. They stood at the kitchen table, watching their only son stride out of the kitchen, worried.