Armed SWAT

"Name?"

"Kevin Den."

"age?"

"28 is old."

"Position?"

"The active duty leader of the SWAT team on the 28th floor."

The monotonous answers have been going on for several days, and every day are the staid faces of the investigators, who look very far away behind the hard and cold desks.

"Officer Den, can you recount what happened on the day of the fire from beginning to end?"

"..."

"Officer Den?"

"I already said it yesterday." Deng Kaiwen said in a low voice, "I also said it the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday."

"Oh, but the investigative procedure requires you to keep repeating..."

"..."

"what did you say?"

"No, nothing." Deng Kaiwen sighed, "Okay."

A week after the day of the fire, both Mitchell and Deng were quarantined from the police station.It is said that Mitchell stayed in the hospital first, but Deng Kaiwen actually didn't know whether he was under investigation.

He only knew that he, who was the only witness at the time, had been isolated for investigation because of Matthew's shooting and death, and a whole week had passed.

The investigation focused on several aspects: why Matthew was shot and died, and who fired the gun?Was Matthew still alive when Mitchell Landers shot him?Why did Mitchell Landers shoot and did Matthew make an "end my suffering" kind of euthanasia request to him?If no one shoots and the SWAT team goes all out to rescue, is there any chance for Matthew to survive?

Deng's narrative was never detailed or emotional, and he kept repeating every frame from that day, including the conversation between him and Mitchell.

"He said that if I went to save people, we would die together in it. Then I pushed him away and rushed into the fire. It was so hot that I couldn't even breathe...then he grabbed me. , pulled out a pistol."

Deng Kaiwen paused, several investigators glanced at each other, and one of them pulled out a piece of paper from the folder.

It was a report on the strength of the fire scene during Deng Kaiwen's training in the FBI.

In order to test the authenticity of every word, the Los Angeles police have transferred Deng Kaiwen's previous performance reports in the fire scene from New York to determine whether he would lose his ability to breathe in that kind of flame.If the report of the year showed that Deng Kaiwen had heroically rescued people in the fire scene, then it was obvious that what he said was a lie.

"At that time, the temperature in the middle of the fire scene had reached thousands of degrees." An investigator whispered, "Their position... really couldn't rush in."

Several people nodded, put down the paper again, and looked up at Deng Kaiwen, all with cold and serious expressions without exception.

"Officer Den, based on your judgment, was there a possibility of successfully rescuing Officer Matthew and getting out together?"

This was the first time the investigator asked for his personal opinion, and Deng Kaiwen twitched his brows.

"No... probably." After a long while, he finally admitted.

"You can leave." The leading investigator stood up and stretched out his hand: "Thank you for your cooperation over the past week."

"No, it doesn't matter." Deng Kaiwen pretended not to see the other party's gesture of shaking hands, and turned around directly: "If you have any questions tomorrow, please come to me again."

"We will.—Yes, Officer Den!"

Deng Kaiwen turned around: "What?"

"We heard that you and Officer Landers had a close relationship," the investigator smiled casually. "If you were the one who was pinned down, do you think Officer Landers would come back to rescue you?"

Deng Kaiwen was stunned for a moment, several investigators stared at him intently, the room was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling on the floor.

"—I think it should be... no." After a long while, he said slowly.

The investigator looked at him meaningfully, and waved his hand after a few seconds: "You can really go this time."

Deng Kaiwen walked out of the gate of the police station. On the sunny street, the shade of the trees cast colorful shadows.Mitchell stood at the bottom of the steps with his back to him, and suddenly turned around like telepathy: "Kevin?"

Deng Kaiwen stopped at the top of the steps.

If someone passes by at this time, they will find that it is a very delicate scene.Under the calm and clear blue sky in the afternoon, the two of them were separated by a few steps, condescending and looking at each other from a distance.A gust of wind rustled through the shade of the trees, blowing up the fine hair on Deng Kaiwen's forehead, making his eyes blurred for a moment.

"They told me that your investigation period ends today, so I just wanted to come and wait a while to see if I could see you...and I did."

Kevin Deng said, "Oh?"

"Are you still angry?" Mitchell observed his expression, "Are you angry with me?"

"No."

"Then you...the investigator asked you something, are you unhappy?"

"No."

Mitchell frowned, his eyes were tightly locked on Deng Kaiwen's face, with a worried expression: "Then you..."

"Mitchell," Deng Kaiwen interrupted him suddenly, and said, "I have already submitted a report to my superiors, and I suggest that you suspend your duties at home for a period of time. From next week, you will not have to come to the SWAT team every day."

The expression on Mitchell's face was obviously stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered his composure, but his voice was slightly strange: "Why? Because I didn't always pay attention to the safety of my colleagues like you, or did I shoot Matthew, causing you to Do you think I'm not suitable to be a policeman?"

"No... neither."

"what is that?!"

Deng Kaiwen glanced at him and said slowly, "I think you... are very dangerous."

Mitchell was completely stunned.

"When I was in the investigation team just now, the investigator asked me, if the person who was crushed in the fire scene was not Matthew but me, would you come back to save people?"

"I definitely will!" Mitchell said angrily.

"I knew you would. But I denied it to them."

Mitchell was stunned.

"Your relationship with other colleagues makes me feel very complicated... When you are on a mission, you have a good grasp of any emergency situation. Even without colleagues, you can still complete the task excellently alone."

"You want to say it's not good? Or..."

"No, I just want to say, you have such an optimistic personality, and you have been a criminal police officer for so many years. It stands to reason that you should rely on teamwork. What kind of experience made you complete the battle alone? What about the outstanding features?"

Deng Kaiwen walked down the steps and stopped when he came to Mitchell, looking at the wide street behind him, the purple Phalaenopsis in the park in the middle of the street fluttering in the wind.

"Every aspect of a person has its reason and time for its formation. It's not that I don't believe you, I just feel confused. Before I figure out this question, I dare not let you go on missions with other teammates—— You know, our missions are extremely dangerous, as long as one wrong step, it may cause a series of deaths."

"..." Mitchell was silent for a while, "I want to tell you something."

Deng Kaiwen turned to look at him: "Oh?"

"I don't care about being in the SWAT team, or even being a police officer. But even if you fire me, I will try my best to get back to SWAT, just because I want to be with you."

The two of them looked at each other closely, and Deng Kaiwen smiled bitterly for a while, "Thanks to the wrong love...Thank you."

He strode out of the gate of the police station. After about a few meters away, he suddenly turned around and said, "That's right! The little girl you thought was killed by the robbers has woken up after being rescued in the Los Angeles hospital for a week!"

Mitchell looked at Deng Kaiwen for a long time, without saying a word for a while.He just stood there motionless, watching Deng Kaiwen waved to him, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

At 34:[-] p.m., in an ordinary high-end apartment in Los Angeles.

Deng Kaiwen closed the file, collapsed into the thick armchair, and let out a tired breath.

The orange light of the desk lamp illuminates half of the room, while the bed and furniture are mostly hidden in deep darkness.

Outside the window came the sound of the neighbor's car coming home, which was particularly vague and unreal through the hazy night wind.

Deng Kaiwen suddenly thought of Mitchell for no reason, and also thought of Matthew who had been burned to death in the fire.As far as he could remember, the relationship between the two had always been good. The policemen and students of the same period were together every time they went on missions, and even experienced life and death together several times.

He thought his memory was wrong, so he borrowed a file from the police station to read it, and concluded that the relationship between the two was indeed good. Among the more than 100 operations recorded by SWAT, the two were together more than 80 times. of.

Suddenly flashed in his mind the finger that Mitchell pulled the trigger that day, and the sound of the bullet exploding in his ear.

Even if he doesn't apply for Mitchell's suspension, the upper echelons of the police department will not easily let Mitchell go back to work.Ever since the SWAT police in various parts of the United States have frequently caused anti-social personality outbreaks, participated in drug trafficking, retaliated against the society with guns, and shot people with insanity, the US police have been very tight on SWAT, forcing them to accept psychological investigations at the slightest sign of trouble. .Once a SWAT is found to be violent, it will be immediately isolated.

If it weren't for Mitchell's father's high position, he would have been sent to the detention center.

Deng Kaiwen sighed and scratched his hair irritably.

Is it because I am too cautious, or too mentally sensitive?

Once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, once bitten by a snake...

Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes, and a blurred face gradually appeared in his mind.The man looked ordinary, smiling slightly, his gray-blue eyes were cold and ruthless, for some reason, just looking at him for a moment gave people a chilling coercion.

It was Epro,—at least the Epro he remembered.

It must be my illusion... Deng Kaiwen comforted himself like this.

How can Mitchell have similarities with Epro, they are obviously two different people...

He suddenly thought uncontrollably, if he was the one who was crushed in the fire, if it was Epro standing outside the fire, and there was no one else around, knowing that there would be no return, Epro would Won't you rush in and save him?

Would that man have a momentary impulse to completely ignore life and death and rush in to save him regardless?

I don't know why Deng Kaiwen subconsciously felt that he would.

Although I know that he doesn't have the feelings of normal people, I know that he is a cold-blooded and cruel devil who cannot be treated with common sense...

But subconsciously, he felt that he would...

His temple throbbed with pain, Deng Kaiwen covered his face, curled up deeply in the chair, and the bones on his shoulder blades stood out abruptly.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, followed by a knock on the door: "Is Officer Den there?"

"Here we come!" Deng Kaiwen got up abruptly and opened the door, only to see a slender Caucasian man standing outside the door, with gray hair and serious expression, his face was very Italian, "——you are... Eric? "

"Eric Tuttmunds, I have worked for the Cherki family for more than 30 years. It was Mr. Regulus who asked me to come to you."

"I know, he called me." Deng Kaiwen made way sideways: "Will you come in for a cup of tea?"

"No, I'll give you my things and leave." The Italian raised his chin slightly, and looked at the apartment from the gap behind Deng Kaiwen, with a look of disdain in his eyes, "This is your... ...home? It may not be convenient for me to be here..."

Deng Kaiwen said calmly: "It's okay. Where are the things?"

That Eric lifted a black leather case from his side, which was about an inch larger than a computer bag. He held it open with his hand, and by the light of the living room, he could see a layer of velvet tray inside the suitcase, with a sheet of paper stuck in the middle. Thin skin shaped like a human face.

There are also small transparent glue on the side of the skin, the upper part is light blue, and the eyes, nose and mouth are like stickers. There are four pieces in total, which are carefully placed separately.

"It completely replicates the real human face. It's a very wonderful technology. It's so detailed that you can't even tell the face to face..." Eric admired, pointing to the neatly folded instruction manual on the tray: "The above is the post-posted one. Sample effect."

Deng Kaiwen was silent, and opened the piece of paper.

On the first page of the instruction manual, a human face is printed clearly and completely. It seems that it is just a piece of skin. Although it is thin and transparent, it is very vivid.

——That was the face of Regulus Cherki.

"Just paste it..." Eric paused, and then smiled strangely, "Even if your face shape is different from that of Mr. Regulus, with a little makeup, the difference can be minimized. You two won't look any different..."

Deng Kaiwen snapped the box shut, "I see. Is there anything else?"

His voice was cold and polite, as if all he had just received was a cup of coffee.

"..." Eric's face contorted for a moment, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "Mr. Regulus, please be careful."

"I see." Deng Kaiwen was about to close the door when he suddenly paused: "By the way, please tell him—"

Eric stopped in his tracks: "What?"

Deng Kaiwen took a breath and said in a low voice: "Just say, I will come back safely,... soon."