Armed SWAT

When Deng Kaiwen woke up from a deep sleep, he saw a man sitting beside the bed in a daze, and the orange bedside lamp sprinkled on his silhouette, which gave him an illusion of warmth.

It was already dark outside, and outside the heavy curtains, there was a faint and long sound of insects.

Deng Kaiwen stared at the man's smiling face, and after a while he suddenly said, "Epro..."

He shuddered violently, as if waking up suddenly from a dream: "Why are you!"

Epro looked at him and smiled, eyes tender and personable.If it wasn't for the fact that the fear of this man had become instinctive, Deng Kaiwen might really be blinded by this perfect illusion.

"I'll take you back, Kevin," Epro stretched out his hand and gently pressed Deng Kevin's shoulders: "We can live together again."

Deng Kaiwen swung his arm violently to open Epro's hand, but found that his whole body was weak, as if he had been poured with lead, and he was so heavy that he couldn't control it.

He was shocked for a moment, and reflexively wanted to ask "What did you do to me", but what he said was: "Please, I don't want to go back, please..."

The voice was too weak to be his, not the self he had known for 28 years.

Deng Kaiwen was terrified in his heart. He knew what he should say, but he couldn't say it. What he said was weak, frightened, and begging for mercy in pain, as if his vocal cords were no longer under his control.He wanted to wave Epro away, he wanted to protect himself, but there was nothing he could do, not even move his little finger.

Epro just looked at him with a smile, his eyes were tender and compassionate.

"You know you can't resist," he leaned down and kissed Deng Kaiwen's trembling lips: "You know that you just need to obey, you always knew that."

Deng Kaiwen wanted to call out loudly, but he could only make a trembling voice: "Epro...please..."

"Call me Neil."

Deng Kaiwen didn't want to cry like this in his heart. He tried his best to control his lips and teeth, but they seemed to be out of control, and he called softly: "Neil!..."

Epro laughed, as if satisfied that he was so obedient, picked him up again and walked out.

"Let me down! I don't want to go with you! Let me go, let me go!"

Deng Kaiwen struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push away Epro's iron hoop hug.

His body seemed to have suddenly become smaller, as weightless as a seven or eight-year-old child.He couldn't feel the existence of his limbs, and he was extremely frightened, and he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

Just at the most panic and helpless moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Kevin! What's wrong with you, Kevin?"

Deng Kaiwen was in a daze, only to see Epro lowered his head and looked at him quietly.

"Kevin! Kevin!" The voice was getting closer, "Wake up! Wake up!"

Suddenly, it was like falling from a high altitude, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly paralyzed the heart.Epro's face quickly moved away, and Deng Kaiwen stretched out his hand, but the man disappeared from his fingertips like a scattered mist.

"Kevin! Kevin, are you awake, have you had a nightmare?"

As soon as Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes, Mitchell's voice made his ears hurt: "Are you okay? Seeing your sweaty face, what did you dream about?"

The orange bedside lamp was on, casting warm light on the carpet.The night outside the window was dark, and the courtyard was quiet and peaceful, except for the occasional rustling of the wind blowing through the treetops.

This is so similar to everything in the dream, Deng Kaiwen was stunned for a while, and then slowly shifted his gaze to Mitchell's face.

The man looked worried, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and the lines of his face were particularly deep under the silhouette of the light.

"...you came into my room again in the middle of the night." After a few seconds, Deng Kaiwen said.

"I'm here to remind you to go to the bathroom." Mitchell said without blushing, "I see you are not feeling well, do you want something to drink?"

"...hot chocolate, thanks."

Mitchell got up and walked away, and walked in with a glass of red wine after a while.

"It was produced by Château Lafite in 1989—there's no hot chocolate anymore, and it's good for you to drink some wine before going to bed." Mitchell forced the wine glass to Kevin Deng, and sat on the edge of the bed: "What do you dream of? What's wrong? You look so painful. I saw you tossing and turning on the pillow, sweat dripping down like water, but you couldn't wake up anyway. I called you more than a dozen times."

Deng Kaiwen touched the pillow, and his hands were really sweating.

"I dreamed of Epro."

"—Epro?!"

"Well, I dreamed that I was getting smaller, about seven or eight years old. Then he came and took me away."

"Where are you going?"

"New York GA."

Deng Kaiwen lowered his head and took a sip of wine, Mitchell looked at his drooping eyelashes, and asked in a low voice: "Are you resisting going back to GA, or are you simply afraid of Epro, just dreaming of him and you are too scared to speak?" coming?"

"...All of them." Deng Kaiwen smiled, and the smile was a little pale under the shadow of the lamp: "I'm really useless. I haven't corrected this character for so many years."

"You are already very good, one of the best senior police officers in the Los Angeles Police Department. Even if Epro appears in front of you now, you will not be completely helpless, right? Besides, I will help you."

Mitchell stared closely at Deng Kaiwen's eyes, both in tone and eyes, were sincere to the extreme.

But Deng Kaiwen didn't respond, he just smiled noncommittally.

"Having said that, I have always wondered about one question, why are you so unwilling to go back to GA?" Mitchell moved his position and looked closer into Deng Kaiwen's eyes: "Let's imagine that if you go back to GA, You may continue to be the heir of the underworld. The wealth and power of GA are amazing, and there is no other heir to compete with you. You are almost certain to be the next boss of GA. Power, status, money, reputation... these things make the world You get everything you want, the upper class of upper class. Why don't you want to go back?"

The room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a needle falling on the floor spreader, and the chirping of night insects in the garden was very clear.

After a while, Deng Kaiwen whispered: "I want to leave Epro."

After he finished speaking, he didn't move for a long time, he just sat there quietly, staring at the blood red residual wine in the cup.

"...Did he hit you?" Mitchell asked in a low voice.

"let's hit."

"why?"

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a moment, "... various reasons."

"Then how did he hit you?"

As soon as the words fell, Mitchell realized that the question was too late, and he should pave the way for it.

Deng Kaiwen really resisted: "It's okay, don't talk about it."

He was just about to gulp down the remnant of wine when Mitchell took a step closer, staring into his eyes and asked, "Did he burn you with a lighter? Did you burn your skin badly? How did you heal it later?" "

This question was asked very quickly, and the three sentences were almost connected in one breath.Mitchell knew that Deng Kaiwen was this kind of person. Once he became defensive, it would be difficult for him to be easily confused again.When he was already planning to avoid the topic, it was useless to use gentle means of comfort and explanation, no matter what he did, he couldn't dispel his guard.

The only way is to follow up and ask, not giving him a chance to evade, and not giving him time to adjust his mental state.

As long as you grasp the biggest psychological weakness and pursue it fiercely, even if you are as strong-willed as Deng Kaiwen, it will be difficult to parry.

"That didn't... I burned that one myself." Sure enough, Deng Kaiwen patted his lower back reflexively, and explained a little awkwardly: "Burn a tattoo."

Do tattoos still need to be burned?Direct laser removal is not enough.Mitchell thought so, but smiled on his face: "Are you not even afraid of being fucked, are you afraid of being hit twice?"

"...No, this is not a matter of simply hitting twice. Do you know Yang's Law of Psychological Alienation?"

"--What it is?"

"A set of methods of psychological torture, some people call it the law of perverted cultivation. It mainly uses a series of violent means to cultivate normal people into ruthless, bloodthirsty, murderous, and weak self-willed aliens. Such aliens are generally Extremely dangerous criminals. To put it simply, it is how to distort the mentality of a normal person. Let me give you an analogy, that is, people who are trained by this set of laws, even if they are originally saints, will become murderers. "

"Epro trained you with that set?!"

"Well...later."

When Deng Kaiwen said this, his voice paused, and he didn't explain what "later" was.

But Mitchell could guess that it should be after the Neptune incident.

When Epro first cultivated heirs, he completely adopted the mode of preaching and demonstration. Although the content of the demonstration was sometimes too extreme, overall, he was quite spoiled.Compared with other gangster bosses in East and West, he didn't drag the heir out of the crocodile pond first, he didn't force the heir to cut off his wife and children, and he didn't stage the heavy-handed drama of father and son seizing power. Quite kind.

However, Deng Kaiwen unexpectedly gave up the inheritance rights on the "Neptune", which not only made Epro's painstaking efforts for several years come to nothing, but was almost executed by the GA veterans.

Epro tried his best to keep Deng Kaiwen down, not just to find a young and beautiful lover—he actually had the idea of ​​transforming his adopted son into a qualified heir of a gangster.

The so-called Yang's psychological alienation was one of the many methods he adopted at that time.

"In the beginning, he used the method of deliberate humiliation, using both physical and psychological humiliation, to make people feel the huge error caused by the change of status. When I couldn't bear it, he asked me to do something against my nature. I really did it in exchange for a short-lived normal and dignified life for about three to five days."

"—How is it against nature?"

"Kill...something like that."

Deng Kaiwen's eyes shifted slightly, which was a subconscious movement when he avoided the question.

Mitchell stared into his eyes: "He let you kill innocent people, so that you can hate yourself, and then give up on yourself?"

"It's not completely innocent..."

"what is that?"

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a while, and took another sip of wine.

This time he drank so heavily that the crystal goblet bottomed out almost immediately.

"For example, at the beginning I had no clothes to wear and was naked for several days. I was only a teenager at the time, and my mental quality was still very weak, and then I tried to avoid going out of the room to avoid being seen. In this way After a week, I was about to have a nervous breakdown, and at this moment he suddenly called—" Deng Kaiwen paused suddenly.

"What did you call?" Mitchell chased after him.

"...called a few men to rape me." Deng Kaiwen took a breath, and explained embarrassingly: "It's not really rape... Anyway, that's what it means."

Mitchell said in his heart that I know not, how can such a thing be faked for real.

"I was really about to collapse at the time, and then I suddenly touched a knife from my hand. It was very strange. In fact, there was nothing in the room, not even a piece of cloth. I don't know when the knife appeared. In short I touched it."

"And you killed those people?"

Deng Kaiwen categorically denied: "No, not at first."

Mitchell immediately changed the question: "Are those men dead?"

"……died."

"Who killed it?"

"—Me." Deng Kaiwen sighed and explained: "Actually, it was Epro's request. If I don't kill those people, I will be the one who dies. I know he can do what he says, so later... I don’t want to recall that process for the rest of my life.”

Mitchell reached out and patted Kevin Deng on the shoulder, then got up and brought a bottle of red wine.

"It's a human instinct to protect yourself from harm, and there's nothing to feel guilty about. — Another drink?"

"Ah no, no need..."

"Let's have another drink, I want to drink some too." Mitchell poured the wine without any explanation, and Deng Kaiwen could only sigh: "Thank you."

"It's okay, good wine should be drunk with friends, regardless of whether it's a girlfriend or a friend with benefits." Mitchell poured himself half a glass, and asked: "What happened next?"

"Later, as a reward for killing people, I got clothes. The moment I put on the clothes, I almost cried. I felt like I had returned from primitive tribes to modern society."

When he said that he was going to cry, Deng Kaiwen had a calm expression and a calm tone, as if he was telling someone else's story.It is difficult to see the shadow of cowardice from his face. Mitchell looked at his stone-like side face under the light, and couldn't imagine that he had experienced those things at all.

Deng Kaiwen gave people the feeling that he was born calm and rational, and he was born to be in front of the mountain without changing his face. No matter how cruel and terrifying the gangster is, he can't hurt even half of his vellus hair.

"Does he often use this method against you?" Mitchell couldn't help asking.

"For a while. Later, the way of humiliation gradually escalated, not just as simple as having no clothes to wear."

"Then—then did you kill anyone afterward?"

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.

"Killed. Many."

"To protect yourself? Or to..."

"In the beginning, I was protecting myself, but later I gradually became a killer. I did whatever he told me to do. I was in a bad state of mind back then. Now that I think about it, I can't remember many things clearly. I lived a numb life like a walking dead. I'm talking." Deng Kaiwen thought for a while, and then described it in another way: "—or like a killing machine."

"...How long did it last?" Mitchell asked cautiously.

"More than a year, until one day Epro told me to kill a policeman..."

Mitchell was surprised: "Police?"

"Hmm." Although it was very difficult, Deng Kaiwen still nodded frankly: "An undercover FBI is going to assassinate Epro."

Mitchell was a little excited at that moment.

He didn't know whether it was because he discovered that Deng Kaiwen had also committed crimes, that Deng Kaiwen, who was as brave as a god and yearned for the light, had also committed crimes, and thus had a perverted sense of satisfaction that pulled people down from the altar; or because Deng Kaiwen Trusting him, telling the past without any concealment, made him feel that he was trusted, even liked.

Mitchell took a deep breath, and quietly hid his slightly trembling hands from overexcitement.

"After killing the policeman, I seemed to wake up from a nightmare suddenly, and fell into a great panic and despair about reality. I suddenly realized that I had become abnormal. In order to get a life like a normal person in just a few days every time, In order to stop Epro's constant humiliation, I dare to do anything, and I am willing to do anything. In fact, Young's Law of Psychological Variation has had a typical effect on me. This set of laws is to cultivate people to look very Normal, practically insane, cold-blooded criminal genius. And I almost did."

Deng Kaiwen paused, his words were a little unclear at this time, probably because of the painful memories.

"From then on, I planned my first escape. I took advantage of Epro to go to Mexico, killed GA's bodyguards and guards, took a veteran of the board of directors as a hostage, and ran out of the harbor in one breath."

That part of the past must have been thrilling, how long it took to plan, how it seized the opportunity, how many dangers it experienced along the way, and how it failed—but Deng Kaiwen didn’t mention a word, he just said flatly: “It’s a pity that in the end Missed a step."

Mitchell was frightened: "How did you miss it?"

"Man is not as good as God." Deng Kaiwen said vaguely.

"...Then what happened next?"

"Later, he was taken back and was whipped twice."

"He hit you because of this?!"

"I didn't really fight." Deng Kaiwen said contradictoryly, obviously he didn't want to discuss this issue any more: "In short, it's like this, I escaped again and again, I was caught back again and again, until the last time I was caught by Regulus? Cherki was fished out from GA. At that time, I burned the tattoo myself, in front of Epro." He laughed and said, "Although Epro is cold-blooded, the thing about burning people with a lighter Really haven't done it."

Mitchell wanted to ask something else, but Deng Kaiwen put down his glass.

"Thank you for the wine, I feel better."

No matter how much Mitchell begged for mercy, he couldn't stop Deng Kaiwen from pulling the quilt to sleep.With an idea, he threw himself onto the bed shaking his head, and hugged Deng Kaiwen with the quilt on his waist: "Darling, take me to sleep together, you see I've even put on my pajamas~"

Deng Kaiwen didn't look back: "I don't want to do anything."

"Let's not do it," Mitchell immediately promised, "I just want to sleep with you in my arms."

Just when he was triumphant and felt that he was a lover, Deng Kaiwen kicked him out of bed: "Get out!"

With a muffled plop, Mitchell got up from the floor in embarrassment, only to see that Deng Kaiwen had already covered himself with a quilt, with his back turned to him, and was soundly asleep.

To pounce or not to pounce...?

It's as old as TOBEORNOTTOBE to a horny mature male.

Mitchell stayed cheeky for a few minutes, thinking that Deng Kaiwen should have slept soundly and would not get up to beat people again, so he sneaked into bed and rolled up a quilt in a corner.

Then after a few seconds, he moved cautiously towards the middle of the bed; after another few seconds, he moved in like a thief.

In less than a minute, he made five or six successful position shifts, and finally stuck behind Deng Kaiwen, stretched out his sinful claws, and hugged him with the quilt.

"Huh... it's more comfortable to sleep like this." Mitchell rested his head on Deng Kaiwen's shoulder, sighed contentedly, and soon fell asleep.