Armed SWAT

Later, Deng Kaiwen recalled that period of time and felt that it might be the most peaceful, peaceful and pleasant life in his first 30 years of life.

It's like a machine that has been continuously overloaded for more than 20 years, finally got a complete rest, and lay down lazily all at once.

His home was finally repaired, the damaged walls and glass were replaced with new ones, and the police department and insurance company lost a lot of money.He moved back to his home from the Landers' house, and the luggage was very, very large - because it contained not only a change of clothes, but also the love wine chocolate and lemon cheesecake specially made by Mrs. Landers; A foldable and bendable super-heavy object was stuffed in the gap, and the name was Mitchell Landers.

Mitchell walked into Deng Kaiwen's house with a dead face, and since then regarded himself as another owner of the family, and quickly refurbished all of Deng Kaiwen's furniture.When Deng Kaiwen entered the door one day, he suddenly found that his feet were soft on the carpet. After a closer look, he found that the wool carpet had been thickened, and the warm and fuzzy camel color was everywhere, and the whole house looked brand new.

Another morning, when he opened his eyes on the bed, he saw Mitchell wearing a vest and overalls, showing his strong shoulder muscles, holding a pencil in his mouth and holding a tape measure, measuring the length and width of the bedroom.

Deng Kaiwen walked up behind him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Mitchell turned around and gave him a kiss, saying, "I'll change to a bigger bed... Your bed can't meet my physical needs."

Deng Kaiwen kicked him to the ground: "Buy an inflatable doll to sleep in the study!"

Coincidentally, there were no cases at the police station during that time.

Although the anti-mafia team has been busy for several years, there are no major cases, and there is no need for SWAT to be dispatched.

The model policeman Mitchell goes to work every day to catch fish, sneaks into the office of his immediate boss whenever he is free, and engages in sexual harassment behind closed doors.

Unlike ordinary SWAT, Deng Kaiwen's position not only needs to be on the front line, but also to be involved in administration. There are always endless meetings and endless documents.Mitchell's daily task is to watch Deng Kaiwen concentrate on his work.As the saying goes, serious men are the sexiest. Deng Kaiwen is both abstinent and sexy, and his demeanor when he is serious is even more confusing. Every time Mitchell sees it, he can't help turning into a wolf and jumping up drooling.

Deng Kaiwen was thrown once, did not work all afternoon, and fell asleep sitting in the car when he returned home at night; from then on, he became angry from embarrassment, and when he saw Mitchell sneaking in, he immediately picked up a broom to drive people away.

However, Mitchell has repeatedly fought and failed repeatedly, and has repeatedly defeated and fought; he was beaten out of the door with a random club one second, and he could climb in through the window the next second.It seems that Deng Kaiwen is like a piece of sweet cake, exuding a tempting aroma all the time, and Mitchell is like a big mouse who steals the cake. He just wants to pounce on the cake 24 hours a day, and he can't stop it live.

Deng Kaiwen finally couldn't bear it anymore. One day, he put handcuffs in his pocket. As soon as Mitchell came up, before he had time to hug Wenxiang Nephrite, he heard a click, and his wrists were cold—they were firmly handcuffed .

"Kevin!" Mitchell screamed, "You can't do this to me!"

Deng Kaiwen pushed him onto the sofa and said with a contemptuous smile, "What do you think I want to do to you?"

"...well, at least strip me naked, spank my body, get me excited—oh it doesn't take much work, I'm already interested just seeing you—and then we can be together Enjoy a delicious afternoon..."

"Let's play with the armrest of the sofa." Deng Kaiwen interrupted him with a smile, "It's thick and hard, you'll like it."

When he said this, Sangers pushed the door in and was stunned.

"...I, I'm here to deliver the documents..."

There was a dead silence in the office, and the three police officers looked at each other.

Mitchell handcuffed his hands behind his back on the sofa, with an excited expression on his face; Sangers stood at the door, neither advancing nor retreating, blushing to the ears.Deng Kaiwen turned his head silently and covered his eyes.

"Dude, you misunderstood," he said.

"……Yes, sir."

"Put the file on the ground, and then exit as if you didn't see anything."

"...Okay, sir."

Sangers put down the file, retreated silently, and closed the office door thoughtfully; a second later, the door suddenly opened again, and the deputy captain of the SWAT team had a determined expression on his face.

"You must need condoms, do you want me to help you buy one?"

"..."

"..."

Deng Kaiwen suddenly threw the pistol, and the rapidly spinning barrel knocked Sangers over, and then knocked on the door panel, closing the door heavily.

There was a heavy muffled sound from the corridor outside the door—it was the sound of Sangers falling on his back.

"Be honest with me." Deng Kaiwen turned to Mitchell coldly, "Otherwise I'll cut off that thing of yours and stuff it in your mouth."

"..." Mitchell closed his mouth for an instant, looking at him in horror.

The young SWAT captain picked up the gun, walked back to the table, turned on the computer, and quickly returned to busy work.The fluorescence of the computer screen was reflected deep in his eyes, sharper than diamonds and colder than ice, making people want to kneel when they saw it.

So Mitchell curled up silently on the sofa for the whole afternoon like a little girl who encountered a pervert...

On the day the QUEENSIZE bed was delivered home, Mitchell called Deng Kaiwen, so excited that he seemed to have taken a catty of aphrodisiac: "Honey, we bought back our bed! Let's go home and haveatry tonight!"

"I won't be back until late today."

"...what are you doing?"

At that moment, what Mitchell thought was "Are you with Regulus?", but before he got angry, Deng Kaiwen whispered: "Today is my father's death day."

Mitchell was taken aback: "Are you going to the cemetery?"

"Ah."

"... What time will you be back?"

"not sure."

"Okay," Mitchell made a quick decision, and immediately jumped up from the chair to put on his shoes: "Which cemetery is your father buried in? I'll go see him with you!"

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a moment, and said an address in a low voice, which was far away on the outskirts of the city: "If it's inconvenient, forget it. You don't have to come here on purpose. I can call a car back to the city at night."

"No, I should be with you at this time!" Mitchell hurriedly hung up the phone while rushing out of the house: "See you later!"

It was already evening at this time. Although the summer had just passed and it was not too early to get dark, the sun had already set when we drove to the outskirts of the city.

Mitchell called to confirm Deng Kaiwen's location, and then parked the car at the entrance of the cemetery.A large piece of white marble monument on the grass casts long shadows in the twilight, pigeons cooing in the distance, and there are large swaths of birds flapping their wings and flying away in the grass.Mitchell walked quickly across the grass, and soon saw Deng Kaiwen with his back to him on the hillside, wearing a black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, and the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Kevin!"

Deng Kaiwen turned his head and waved to him.

Mitchell ran up the hill and hugged him hard: "Sorry for being late, there is a bit of a traffic jam during off work hours."

"It's okay." Deng Kaiwen said, turning his gaze to the tombstone: "I was talking about you with my dad just now, and then I heard your voice calling me."

The direction of the stele is facing away from the setting sun, and it is shrouded in shadow as a whole, making it look blurry.

Mitchell kept looking at Deng Kaiwen, with a worried look on his always sunny face: "If you're not feeling well, well, you're welcome to come back to Landers' house with me tonight..."

"No, many years have passed, and the feeling has faded." Deng Kaiwen said.

"...your father died many years ago?"

"Well, 15 years."

"Is it because of illness? Or..."

"Explosions and accidents." Deng Kaiwen briefly talked about his father's events in the past, "——During the time when my mother was Epro's mistress, my father left home, and no one knew where he went since then. Me too It was later found out that he was a bodyguard in San Francisco for two years, and then he came to Los Angeles. Then he died in a bank robber bombing, when I was about 13 years old."

For a moment Mitchell didn't know what to say.

He was suddenly curious about Deng Kaiwen's so-called mother, and there was subtle anger mixed with curiosity.She took drugs and abused her children, which caused the separation of father and son, and left a lifetime of scars on Deng Kaiwen in his youth.What kind of woman is capable of doing so many wrong things?

"After he passed away, my mother took me to Los Angeles." Deng Kaiwen shrugged: "That's why I had an eastern accent in school."

Mitchell sighed with complicated emotions, his eyes occasionally fell on the photo of the marble monument, and suddenly he never took that breath back.

Under the reflection of the last twilight, the young man in that photo turned his face sideways, smiling slightly, with a serene expression.The outline of the eyebrows and eyes was inexplicably familiar, and Mitchell suddenly bent down and stared at the photo.

"what happened to you?"

"Wait!" Mitchell took out his mobile phone, using the light on the screen of the mobile phone to shine on the photo, and stared at it for several seconds without moving, "—Kevin..."

"what?"

Mitchell straightened up and stared at him in disbelief: "I seem to know your father..."

Deng Kaiwen was taken aback: "Why?"

"He doesn't have the name on the tombstone, but I recognize this face...I definitely recognize it." Mitchell took a photo with his mobile phone again: "When I was just in middle school, I hired a bodyguard at home, and it was him! He is still My martial arts teacher! Kevin, is your father very good at martial arts?"

Deng Kaiwen nodded in surprise: "It is said to be."

"That's right, he was my bodyguard for two years, taking me to and from school every day, and teaching me a few basic martial arts along the way. I remember he looked quite young, and everyone thought he was not married at the time, but he told I have a son with him who lives in New York."

Deng Kaiwen was stunned.

Dusk fell over them, and the wind rustled softly across the grass.

"What did he say about me..." Deng Kaiwen asked softly.

"He said that child's name is Awen." Mitchell paused, and suddenly realized: "Your name is Kevin, so Awen is your Chinese nickname?"

Deng Kaiwen had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and he nodded heavily after a while.

"I've seen pictures of you when you were young! Yes, it must have been when you were very young, so I didn't recognize you at school!" Mitchell's voice became louder and louder, and finally he almost shouted: "Yes! Then It must be your father, I can still recall what he looks like now! He said that your mother betrayed the family, found another man, and said that he missed you very much..."

"Stop it," Deng Kaiwen interrupted him tremblingly, "Stop it."

"No, I have to tell you!" Mitchell grabbed Deng Kaiwen's shoulder, his face was terribly serious: "Kevin, your father may not have died in an accident. The bank bombing in Los Angeles was premeditated!"

Deng Kaiwen's face changed suddenly: "What did you say?"

"It's a long story, I can't tell you clearly now..."

"Choose the key points!"

Deng Kaiwen, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, now his voice was almost roaring.

Mitchell froze for a moment, gritted his molars tightly, and then whispered: "This matter involves a corruption case that my old man handled in the early years. Your father was one of the insiders. He died in the explosion." At that time, it happened to be the critical stage of the investigation of the case. You know, I was only 14 years old at the time, and these details were only slowly investigated after I graduated from college and became a state police..."

"He was silenced?!"

"I think so."

Deng Kaiwen held on to Mitchell's collar tightly, with such force that terrible veins burst out on the back of his hand: "Who was silenced?!"

"...Adams? Hebrew, one of the key members of the Hebrew family. He was an important suspect involved in the corruption case at the time, and before your father came to Los Angeles, he used to be the bodyguard of the Hebrew family in San Francisco. "

Deng Kaiwen panted quickly: "But how can you be sure..."

"I can guess," Mitchell interrupted him, "because when my old man was investigating the cause of your father's death, Adams? Hebrew sent someone to my house to send a large sum of money!"

Deng Kaiwen froze in place.

"After I became a policeman, I wanted to investigate some things and needed a lot of secret files sealed by the police station. So I stole the permissions and passwords of my old man and called up a lot of files." Mitchell grabbed Deng Kaiwen's hand, and Diandian forced him to let go of himself, "It's a long story, let's go home now, and I'll show you the file slowly."

Deng Kaiwen couldn't help being pulled into Mitchell's arms, and staggered down the hillside.

The last twilight also sank below the horizon, and the vast night surged from the wilderness.

The large grassland and tombstones behind them finally completely disappeared into the darkness.