Armed SWAT

The meeting room is a magnificent hall, with crystal chandeliers shining brilliantly.

Epro opened his chair and sat down. When he looked up, he saw that everyone was looking at him with different expressions.

"What's the matter, everyone?" Epro smiled: "Do you have any objections to my appearance here?"

There was an eerie silence in the hall. These bigwigs in the eastern underworld sat there with ulterior motives, waiting for each other to speak first.

No one answered his words, so Eplo didn't mind, and poured a cup of tea on his own. The fine gilded white porcelain teapot collided with the tabletop and made a soft and crisp sound.

Finally someone lost his temper: "Mr. Epro, I heard that GA has recently invested in many projects of hospitals, universities and social welfare organizations?"

"Oh," Epro took a sip of tea, "what's the matter?"

"We are just wondering, is GA planning to turn to business on the bright side, resulting in a one-third reduction in the number of firearms and contraband circulating in the eastern market this quarter? Because of your insistence, the prices of the entire market have soared, everywhere because The fights and quarrels caused by the rising prices are beyond our people's control! Even the exporters on the Mexican frontier are complaining..."

Epro interrupted him lightly: "We just adjusted the profit model. GA is also a commercial organization. If you make more money, everyone will have more food."

"If you're not going to do that much firearms business, you should give the place to those of us who need to do business! All these years of GA's insistence on not doing drugs has caused us to be dumped in this industry. We have endured It's been a long time!"

As soon as the voice fell, several people stood up and echoed: "If GA doesn't plan to do business, then give up the site!" "This situation can't continue, everyone has to survive!" Everyone was shocked!" "Yeah, our people have been attacked by drug addicts many times..."

"No," Epro's voice was cold and irresistible, "whatever you ask, my answer is—no."

The people in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay, some of them bowed their heads silently, fearful of GA and Epro's reputation for many years, while some became visibly agitated.

The light was condescending, and most of Aplo's hard-lined face was shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"Okay..." The person who first started making trouble paused and put his hand into his arms.

The people around him were startled, but before they could stop him, he pulled out a gun like lightning!

There was a loud bang, and the first shot flew out of Epro's ear!Epro seemed to know that the gun would not hit from the beginning, and sat there firmly without even raising his head.

The man was obviously irritated, and he loaded the bullet with a click: "Epro, do you think GA can cover the sky with one hand? Go to hell!"

boom!

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the gunshot rang out, accompanied by screams, and the man's hand holding the gun was completely blown away, and the gun and the severed hand fell to the ground together, splashing all over the place. the blood of the ground.

A young man with black hair and black clothes came in from the door, raised his gun and swayed around the hall, and said softly, "Gentlemen, please be calm."

The people who rose up suddenly were forced back, and those who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble, were pointed at by the muzzle of the gun and automatically silenced.

Epro smiled and turned around, "Would you like some tea, Kevin?"

"I thought you invited me to the west coast for sightseeing and vacation, but I didn't expect to be a personal bodyguard." Deng Kaiwen pointed the gun around the surroundings again, and saw that everyone sat back silently before inserting the gun back into their jeans Back pocket, "—you're such a disappointment, Neil."

Even so, he didn't really mean to spoil the fun.

Epro stood up and patted him lovingly: "It's over, let's go outside for a cup of tea, and there will be a fireworks show at night."

Deng Kaiwen glanced at him, and followed him out obediently.

"Wait! Is this the end of the matter?!" Someone in the hall couldn't help it, got up and chased the two of them.But before he got to the door, several older eastern underworld leaders stood up and stopped him: "Don't be impulsive!"

"But GA..."

"Don't trouble that oriental man!" An elderly arms dealer warned him sternly, "that oriental man, more than ten years ago, was a very famous villain in the eastern underworld...don't provoke him! "

The person whose hand had been broken was still cursing and groaning in a low voice, the blood-red eyes were all over the floor, the hall buzzed for a moment, and finally a dull silence returned.

In the corner, a white-haired, blue-eyed man in a black suit raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the direction in which Deng Kaiwen disappeared, his eyes were very surprised.

"Kevin Den? How could he..."

On the table next to the man's hand, his name was engraved on a one-inch square silver nameplate—Adams Hebrew.

"What the hell," Adams said, taking a deep breath and laughing under his breath.

"Did you see the ghost..."

The west coast cruise ship is docked at the port. Under the darkness, countless restaurants and bars are lit up, reflecting the bustling tourists.

On the open-air table outside the bar, Deng Kaiwen cut the steak into small pieces neatly, and Epro admired his movements with great interest.

"What are you looking at?" Deng Kaiwen put down his knife, picked up a piece of beef, and asked without looking up.

"I see you."

"what?"

Epro lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile: "I was thinking, how could you cut the beef into such small pieces in such a short time, and each piece is exactly the same size? This ability can't be cut hundreds of times. You can't make a steak."

"I don't know," Deng Kaiwen shrugged, "To be precise, I don't remember... But the memory of the body is still there, after all, it is something that has been practiced."

Epro laughed and didn't answer.

There seemed to be a lot of things hidden in his laughter. If he insisted on saying it, he seemed a little helpless, a little conniving, and a little sighing.

Deng Kaiwen looked up at Epro, and finally couldn't help asking: "——what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing."

Deng Kaiwen also wanted to ask, but Epro interrupted him at the right time: "Kevin, I plan to go back to New York tonight, what do you think?"

"No way, why so early?"

"Because I'm busy, as an adult man who has to support his family, the burden on his shoulders is very heavy."

Deng Kaiwen almost spit out the food, coughed several times, and then barely wiped his mouth with a tissue: "Actually, it's because I caused too much trouble? I attracted the police on the road in the morning, and I shot you again in the evening. The enemy... and the policeman who gave me his phone number, there must be something tricky between you, right?"

Epro smoked, smiled but said nothing.

"Neil," Deng Kaiwen asked suspiciously, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Epro didn't panic at all. On the contrary, he flicked the cigarette ash contentedly: "If you doubt it, call the policeman. Didn't they leave the phone number to you?"

"..."

"Go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Deng Kaiwen couldn't help touching the phone, and after a while he suddenly gave up and lowered his hand: "Forget it."

Epro sneered, with undisguised teasing in his voice.

"Kevin, remember this sentence for me forever - when you wake up from amnesia, all the people who love you want you to forget the wrong things they have done, they will hide something, because they hope to have a relationship with you A better start. Such people may not tell all the truth, but at least they will not lie. However, those who have hurt you and lied to you, they may tell everything, but at least half It's a lie, and if you accept what they say is the 'complete' truth, it will be worse than no memory at all."

Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes slightly, and said after a while, "But that policeman looks okay..."

"Man is a creature that wants to look forward." Epro interrupted him softly.

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a moment, shrugged noncommittally.

"The plane at eleven o'clock tonight, we're going back to New York." Epro finally flicked off the cigarette ash, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Kevin, let's go on vacation together next time we have time."

When Epro put Kevin Deng on a private plane back to New York at eleven o'clock that night, Mitchell Landers was sitting in the living room of an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, the blue light of his mobile phone reflected in his face in the dark , reflecting his eyes indifferently and bewitchingly.

From this point of view, the scar on his face was very obvious, and it was especially tragic on that naturally kind face.

"Don't look for it, I saw him today."

Mitchell held the mobile phone in one hand, and gently put down the coffee cup with the other. The white porcelain and the glass tabletop collided, which was very clear in the dark night.

"I will pay the reward. From today onwards, I will act alone."

I don't know what was said on the other side of the phone, Mitchell listened silently, and smiled silently for a while.

"Yeah, I have nothing, no advantages, no hole cards, and not even enough manpower... But because of this, I have the possibility of a Jedi counterattack."

The person on the phone seemed very worried and asked why.

"Because I have nothing to lose." Mitchell smiled, but the corners of his eyes turned red slightly: "Because I have nothing, so I am not afraid of anything,... nothing... not afraid."

The night is like a silent river, spreading upwards in the room, gradually engulfing everything.Distant starlight shone in the night sky outside the window, overlooking the lights of thousands of homes in the metropolis of Los Angeles, and the traffic converged into a long line, circling away under the silent night sky.

Mitchell gently turned off the phone, and the cold blue light at the last moment instantly reflected countless scattered documents on the table.There are various data of GA, Epro's personal information, various trends of the Eastern underworld, and more blank spaces are filled with names of all sizes.

Kevin Den.

Countless KevinDen.

Mitchell buried his head deep in his arms, motionless, and if it weren't for the extremely small ups and downs of breathing, he would look as if he was dead.