Armed SWAT

As Kevin Deng knew, Pyrmont Landers, Mitchell's father, rose to the top by cracking several major gangster cases in his early years.

When Mitchell was in the seventh grade, Piermont Landers took the lead in sweeping up a drug trafficking route in the western region. For a while, the gangsters were on their feet, and many drug dealers threatened to kill his family.

The situation was tense, and Mitchell later recalled that during that time he experienced the most intensive assassinations and kidnappings of his life.Landers had to hire a lot of bodyguards for his only son who had just entered junior high school, to take him to and from school every day.

However, there is always a way for people not to make mistakes, no matter how careful the protection is, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.One day at noon, Mitchell came out of the school gate and was just walking towards the bodyguard waiting for him on the sidewalk. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder: "Hi! Is that Landers?"

Mitchell reflexively said "Yes", and just turned around, he saw a man who looked like a student's parent in both appearance and temperament, and suddenly took out a knife from his pocket!

At that moment the bodyguard jumped out of the car like crazy, but his action was too late.The kidnapper and Mitchell were standing almost face to face. The kid who had just entered the seventh grade had no strength to restrain the chicken. He didn't even scream, but was picked up by the kidnapper by the neck!

In an instant, the cold blade touched his skin, and Mitchell screamed: "NO!"

"SHIT!"

Immediately afterwards, the kidnapper screamed—Mitchell was petrified at the time, and only felt the hand that strangled his neck loosen.He scrambled and fell to the ground. When he looked up, he saw the kidnapper clutching his neck, and turned around in pain. A young oriental man was holding a supermarket shopping bag in one hand, and with the other in the air, his fingers were slightly bent. Make a very strange and threatening gesture.

The kidnapper screamed angrily, and immediately rushed forward with a knife.However, before he could slash the knife, the oriental man turned around to avoid the blade, and slashed at the back of the kidnapper's neck with his backhand.He obviously didn't use any force, but the kidnapper felt as if he had been beaten by an electric baton. He immediately let out a scream, his whole body twitched, and fell to the ground motionless.

The bodyguard rushed forward in a hurry, holding down the kidnapper in a hurry: "Master Landers! Are you okay? Are you okay?" "Call the police, hurry up!" "Notify the Landers couple, hurry up!"

Mitchell turned pale with fright, and stared blankly at the oriental man: "...how did you do it? Where did you hit him?"

"Dumb door point."

"……what?!"

"Yumen point." The Oriental picked up the shopping bag and said blankly: "A light pat can make people's hands and feet numb, and they can't move; a heavy blow can kill them instantly. Hundreds of people die without exception."

"..." Mitchell opened his mouth wide, his expression dull.

The Easterner turned around and was about to leave, but the bodyguard rushed forward and handed him a business card without any explanation: "Hi sir, we are the guards of the Landers family! What is your name, please? The police will be here soon, you can Testify to the police for us?"

The man froze for a moment, holding the business card and examining it carefully.

But looking at his confused eyes, Mitchell felt that he actually didn't understand what was written on the business card.

"...Jazy," he returned the business card to the bodyguard, and said slowly, "My name is Jazy."

"His real name is Deng Yan." On the leather sofa in the living room, Deng Kaiwen held a cup of boiling water in both hands, his voice was indistinct in the curling mist: "He was working as a bodyguard for others in San Francisco, and then suddenly wandered to Los Angeles, and started to fight. All sorts of odd jobs with a lot of pseudonyms, Jazy may just be one of them."

"Probably the longest one, because he worked in my house for two years." Mitchell walked back to the sofa and sat down, holding two cups of hot coffee in his hand: "Come on?"

"no, thank you."

Mitchell shrugged, picked up the coffee and took a sip: "My parents asked him to be my bodyguard when they found out about it. I was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, and he looked like 25-[-], very young, We walk together like brothers."

Deng Kaiwen looked at him and smiled sadly: "He was over 30 that year."

"It's not obvious from the outside..."

"Was he doing well then? Before he was hired by the Landers?"

"It's okay," Mitchell paused: "He does some odd jobs and his income is not high. You know, his English is really bad, and he stumbles on slightly complicated sentences. To be a kitchen helper for a few dollars an hour..."

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a while, then sighed.

"Jazy is a typical kind of person, with very poor survival ability, confused personality, and passing by, but he can adapt to life no matter what. I have the impression that he has always been optimistic about life, not very miserable. If you are worried that his life was embarrassing back then If you don't, that's really too much to worry about." Mitchell put down the coffee cup and held Deng Kaiwen's hand: "He often mentions you, and it can be seen that he loves you very much."

Deng Kaiwen raised his head: "What did he say about me?"

"I have a child about your age."

One afternoon when school was over, the sun shone on the spacious street, and the wind wafted the unique fragrance of flowers in early summer.Mitchell was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, looking at Jazy eagerly: "What's his name? Boy or girl?"

"Oh, it's a son."

"Why are you not together?"

"He lives with his mom in the East." Jazy exhaled softly, "I haven't seen him in years."

"Then do you miss him?"

"……want."

"Why not go to him? Children should stay with their parents."

The young oriental man didn't answer for a moment, but just looked forward silently.The green light at the intersection came on, and he waited for the old woman to stumble across the street before starting the car.

"Usually, the law will not award a child to the father." After another intersection, Jazy spoke again: "And his mother's financial situation is better."

This was the first time Mitchell had heard such a sad tone from him in the long time he had known him.

Although this man looked young, when he said this, his tone was already very old.

About half a month after this conversation, Mitchell suddenly received a call from Jazy one night.

"Hi, boy!" Jazy rarely called him so briskly, and he sounded very excited: "I found a picture of my son, do you want to see it?"

Mitchell said without thinking, "Yes!"

"Well, go to bed early tonight, and I'll take you to school tomorrow morning."

That night Mitchell tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep most of the night. Jazy's son, who has never met and is said to be about the same age as him, is like a strange but kind friend, filling him with anticipation.

The next morning, it was Jazy who came to pick him up from school, and Mitchell couldn't wait to jump into the car as soon as he went out: "Where are the photos, where are the photos?"

"I thought I didn't bring it out, but who knew it was in one of my books." Jazy took out a two-inch single photo from his wallet, and touched it cherished: "Be careful, don't get it dirty. "

Mitchell grabbed it and opened his eyes curiously.It was probably taken before Jazy left New York. The little boy in the photo was about seven or eight years old, with black eyes and black hair, innocent expression, ignorant eyes, staring blankly at the camera.

If you look at it from an adult's perspective, this child is really cute, no different from the baby in the children's clothing advertisement on TV.

"Isn't it good-looking? This child has been good-looking since he was a child. It's just a bit stupid, he doesn't respond quickly, and it's very difficult to teach counting."

Probably because Jazy's tone was too doting, Mitchell felt sour in his heart, and said after a while: "I'm good at math!"

"Yeah, okay." Jazy said casually, and put the photo back in his wallet with great care, "Oh, I don't know what he looks like now, but he should be in the seventh grade this year. He He should be as tall as you, maybe even stronger than you, this child has been healthy and active since he was a child..."

"Go see him if you really want to!" Mitchell yelled dissatisfied.

"Alas..." Jazy fell silent again.

"I'll go to New York for the summer, if my dad will let me. If you want to come, how about the two of us?"

"Mr. Landers won't let you go to New York alone, Mitchell."

"If I take the first grade, he promises me everything! My parents are like this! And don't you want to, don't you want to go back and see your son, huh? Jazy?"

Jazy gave him a gentle look, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "I think."

He paused, and turned to the sunny street outside the car window.

"But I can't."

The car window reflected his silent side face, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked very serious.The man who had always been calm and undisciplined looked a little uneasy.

"I didn't know until many years later that the Hebrew family had already started searching for him. At first, it was small and unobtrusive, and it seemed that they didn't want his life. But the situation soon became serious. Get up, even to a bad level."

The boiling water was completely cold, but Deng Kaiwen didn't realize it, and just stared at Mitchell: "What do you mean?"

"You know that Jazy—namely Deng Yan—has worked as a bodyguard in San Francisco for two years after leaving New York, right?"

"Yes."

"At that time, he was employed by the Hebrew family, and once achieved a high position next to Adams? Hebrew. I suspect that during that time he had access to important evidence of the Hebrew family's drug trafficking, because everyone knew He doesn't understand English, and he can't understand complicated documents, so no one will shy away from him."

"...They want to kill him?"

"Maybe, and maybe he made some threats. But Jazy is the kind of person who doesn't want to be restrained. When he is threatened, his first thought should not be to obey the threat, but to leave the drug den of the Hebrew family." I suspect that when he left, he already had a lot of criminal evidence about Adams Hebrew, so that the Hebrew family looked for him everywhere."

"Why didn't he cooperate with the police?" Deng Kaiwen asked reflexively.

Mitchell shrugged: "I don't know. According to my understanding of him, he is not someone who thinks of calling the police for everything. And there are many things in the underworld..." He paused vaguely, "... It's hard to explain clearly to the police, and if you don't do it, you'll get yourself involved..."

His intentionally ambiguous attitude made Deng Kaiwen suddenly feel a little suspicious, but he passed it immediately, without thinking too much: "Then what happened next?"

"Later, he has been working at my house, and by the way, he was my fighting coach." Mitchell laughed, "Honestly speaking, I really learned a lot from him, much more than martial arts and acupuncture points. He taught I have a different kind of belief, completely different from those I was exposed to in American schools and society. He has a very unusual understanding of justice, family, morality, social responsibility, etc., and those things have affected me so deeply .”

Deng Kaiwen looked at him in confusion: "...for example?"

"For example, without him, I wouldn't be the Mitchell Landers I am now. To be honest, I didn't want to be a policeman because of his influence."

Deng Kaiwen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Then why are you a policeman again now?"

"The original purpose was to investigate the cause of Jazy's death." Mitchell said frankly, "Because I didn't believe the conclusion drawn by the police at the beginning. He died accidentally because a bank kidnapper detonated a bomb. It was Adams Hebrew who sent to kill him."

When he said this, Deng Kaiwen was very focused, his eyes were locked on Mitchell's face, and even his cheek muscles were a little tense.

Mitchell coughed, picked up the electric kettle, and filled the mug in front of him with hot water: "Can you drink something to relax first?"

"No. What did you just say? He was murdered by the Hebrew family?"

"I was just so skeptical at first..." Mitchell said with a little embarrassment, "Because it was my old man who was in charge of this case, and as far as I know, he took the Hebrew family in this case, er , some benefits."

Deng Kaiwen interrupted him coldly: "—Money?"

"It's about the same... Many people in the high-level police circle are like this, and it's hard to be an exception." Mitchell grabbed his hair hard, trying to use this action to avoid embarrassment: "When I first became a policeman, I also thought about investigating my old man. Because I really want to know what he has done, and what secrets their generation of high-ranking police officers have. At first I felt disgusted like you, but then I got used to it, haha."

"I don't feel sick." Deng Kaiwen retorted with a disgusted expression, "—and then, have you found any evidence about Adams? Hebrew?"

"Well, yes." Mitchell thought for a while and said, "It's not the black and white evidence in the files, but something that Jazy told me himself back then. That's what he told me when he suddenly resigned... "

Jazy's sudden resignation happened after he worked for two years.

When Mitchell got off school that day, he found that the person who came to pick him up was not Jazy, but another bodyguard who was not familiar with him at home.

"Where's Jazy?" Mitchell asked curiously as he got into the car.

"There was an accident when he came."

"What accident?"

The bodyguard glanced at Mitchell in the rearview mirror with a solemn expression: "A bomb was found under his car."

When he got home, Mitchell heard Jazy's voice from afar in the living room.

"Jazy! They said a bomb was found under your car? What's going on? Are you okay?" Mitchell threw away his schoolbag and broke into the living room, "Hey Jazy! You—"

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and called out embarrassingly, "Dad..."

The Landers stood in the living room, both looking stunned.

Jazy stood behind the coffee table and pushed a letter in front of the couple with a calm and determined expression.

"This is the sixth time in half a year that I cannot bring danger to Mitchell. This is my letter of resignation."

"What are you doing?!" Mitchell was shocked: "You want to resign?!"

Jazy gave Director Landers a final nod and strode towards the door.

"Jazy!" Mitchell rushed over to stand in front of him: "Why did you resign? Because the job was too dangerous or something else? Will you never come to see me again?"

Jazy stopped and looked at Mitchell with complicated eyes: "No, it's not because of danger..."

"They said there was a bomb under your car today! It must have come for me, I knew it was—"

"No, Mitchell," Jazy interrupted him in a low voice, "that's for me."

Mitchell froze.

"You're a good boy, Mitchell, and it's comforting to see you whenever I miss my son. Thank you for the joy you've given me these past two years - it's a pity I can't visit me in NYC with you in the summer Son." Jazy reached out and patted Mitchell on the shoulder, and smiled sadly, "I hope everything is fine for you in the future."

Mitchell lifted his hand: "What does everything mean?! Explain clearly!"

Mrs. Landers stopped in a low voice: "Mitchell!"

"Leave me alone! Don't tell me anything and make decisions there without authorization! What happened?!"

The living room fell into silence for a while, and the air was so tense that a match could explode.

"...someone is going to kill me," Jazy's hesitant voice sounded after a while, "so I can't stay at your house."

"Who wants to kill you?!"

"Adams? Hebrew..."

"Who is he?"

Jazy showed a slightly confused and embarrassed expression - that was his habitual expression, whenever he hesitated, he would show such an expression unconsciously.

In fact, he is a little dull, emotionally slow, and he will immediately raise his hands and surrender when he is forced.

"Mitchell, let Jazy go." Mrs. Landers came and took Mitchell's hand lightly: "He's just leaving for a while, we assure you, we'll take him back after the wind blows." Please come back..."

Mitchell was pulled away by Mrs. Landers a few steps, but kept staring at Jazy stubbornly: "Are you really coming back?"

Jazy looked at him sadly, "If I live."

"You must come back and see me! We can go to New York together!..."

"it is good."

"You have to remember to keep your word!"

"it is good."

Mitchell wanted to say something, but his throat was very choked, and his eyes were full of tears unconsciously.

Jazy looked at the child and sighed in a low voice, with some reluctance in his eyes.He walked out of the gate, paused on the stairs, turned around and waved to Mitchell.

"What I teach you, you must also remember!"

Mitchell wiped away his tears vigorously, and after a long while, he could only hum hard, although the voice was so low that no second person could hear it.

"I kept my promise and remembered everything he taught me, but he never came back. Two weeks later, a bank robbery in Los Angeles killed Jazy in an explosion along with dozens of other victims."

Deng Kaiwen sat on the sofa, his eyes were empty, as if he was staring at a certain floating point in the air motionlessly.

Mitchell squeezed his cold hand tightly.

"...The news of his death was told by Epro... I didn't even know that he wanted to see me so much before he died..."

Deng Kaiwen suddenly lowered his head and buried his face deeply in his hands.Mitchell hugged him whole, stroked the soft black hair on the back of his head, and kept kissing the tips of his ears.

Such a close hug directly provided warmth and comfort. Deng Kaiwen was silent for a while, and gradually stopped trembling and choking.

"It's getting late, Kevin, go get some sleep."

Deng Kaiwen shook his head weakly.

"Go to sleep, I'll be with you."

Although Deng Kaiwen still shook his head, Mitchell insisted on picking him up, strode into the bedroom, and put him gently on the bed.

"I shouldn't have told you this, it's too cruel." He turned on the bedside lamp and adjusted the light to the softest and warmest level, while looking at Deng Kaiwen: "—but I think you should know, your father What exactly happens in the last stage of life."

Deng Kaiwen curled up on the bed silently, with half of his face buried in the pillow.

"I guess you must want revenge—but Adams Hebrew hasn't been in charge for a long time, and he hasn't appeared in the underworld at all in recent years. If you are alone, revenge will be very dangerous."

Deng Kaiwen whispered: "As long as I get the evidence, no matter how difficult it is, I will..."

"It is too difficult for you alone. Adams is not the same as the young Hebrew you killed. He is one of the most dangerous and powerful figures in the Hebrew family. He has been the target of many killers, but is still alive and well." till now."

Mitchell sat on the edge of the bed and took Deng Kaiwen's hand.

"Listen, I'll help you."

Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes and looked over quietly, his eyes were as clear as a deep lake.

Mitchell couldn't bear such gaze, he leaned down and kissed Deng Kaiwen's brow, feeling the long eyelashes brushed against the skin, and slowly closed.

"I was too young to protect my friend and watch him being killed in front of me. From then on, I vowed that one day I would become very strong, strong enough to prevent this from happening again."

Mitchell paused, then raised his head to look at Deng Kaiwen's face.

Their palms pressed against each other in the darkness, bringing a fiery and unreserved warmth.

"After 15 years, I can finally try to do something, at least protect my lover."

The night was as thick as a thick fog, and there was no sound in the bedroom, except for the ticking of the grandfather clock, and occasionally the distant chirping of insects from outside the window.

I don't know how long it took before I heard Deng Kaiwen smile vaguely: "...I hope so."