Armed SWAT

In a private villa in the center of New York, the morning dew reflected shimmer on the flowers, and the white curtains lifted a corner in the breeze, but soon a hand stretched out from the curtains and closed the window heavily.

"Okay, gentlemen," Epro stood in front of the living room window, and glanced around with sharp eyes: "Do you understand everything I said?"

Everyone stood up and said yes, with respectful expressions.

At this time, the door was knocked twice, and then pushed open.Deng Kaiwen leaned into half of his body with a cold expression: "Can I bother you for a few minutes?"

Everyone in the upper echelons of GA knew his face, knew how complicated his background was, and how important he was. At the moment, half of them didn't dare to say anything, and just smiled apologetically.

"Neil," Deng Kaiwen looked at Epro, "I have something to tell you."

Epro pressed the center of his eyebrows with his hand, "I'm listening, you can just say it here..."

"No, you come out."

Although Epro's attitude is a bit subtle and evasive, but in the face of Deng Kaiwen's insistence, his evasion obviously does not work at all.After confirming that the door of the living room was tightly closed, Epro stood in the empty corridor and asked with a sigh, "What happened?"

Deng Kaiwen snapped an official letter to him, "——what is this?"

"Oh... OFFER."

"I know it's an offer, but why is it from the university? And, why is it for me?"

Epro took the official letter and read it carefully from beginning to end, as if the official letter was not written by him, "—well, I think it's because they want to hire you as a microeconomics lecturer."

Deng Kaiwen sneered: "I have never understood what microeconomics is in my life, and I have never applied for any university lecturer position. Why did the university sponsored by GA suddenly send me an offer? Can you explain to me?"

"Well... I think it's because you need a job."

"Didn't I do well in the gun company?"

Epro took a deep breath and stared cautiously at Deng Kaiwen, "I think it's because... because you have been fired."

Before the words were finished, Deng Kaiwen rushed forward, and in an instant he pushed Epro against the wall of the corridor.

Epro let himself be pressed against his throat by his adopted son, his face was calm and unshakable-but if someone carefully observed his eyes, he could find a little subtle, broken emotions deep in his eyes.

"Neil," Deng Kaiwen said word by word, "You'd better explain to me why I was suddenly fired by the firearms company under your name, and then suddenly received a lecturer position offer from the university you sponsored?"

"..."

"N?E?I?L——!"

"..." Epro looked at the ceiling and said, "The Oznok Firearms Company was recently sued by the US government for selling private battlefield equipment to US soldiers. Coincidentally, you are the gun inspector for their largest illegal transaction. division."

"But you were the one who asked me to help with the gun inspection."

"I didn't know that the U.S. government would suddenly change its policy and make it illegal for private companies to sell weapons to soldiers."

"..."

"Okay, be good, Kevin, don't look at me like that." Epro sighed again, "I'm human too, and I make mistakes... don't I look like the kind of person who makes mistakes?"

Deng Kaiwen stared at him: "Not like."

"That's your illusion," Epro said sincerely. "In fact, I have made many mistakes in my life. When I was 16 years old, I was jailed for driving without a license... Oh!"

He covered his stomach in a little pain, "Baby, you are too cruel."

Deng Kaiwen lowered his knees and said coldly: "That time you deliberately asked me to be a gun inspector. You already knew that those transactions were illegal."

Epro looked at him with a smile, his expression was very natural and calm, and a little doting.

"So now I have only two options, the first is to go to college, and the second is to be investigated by the FBI for participating in the illegal gun trade."

"I'm afraid so . . . honey."

Deng Kaiwen stepped back half a step, his eyes fixed on Epro.His bangs are long, and his black eyes are half hidden in his hair, but they are very bright and clear, as if reflecting the faint light of the morning sun.

"Neil," he said softly, "I also chose to break up with you because you were trying to control my life, right?"

"Well,...almost."

Deng Kaiwen gave him a hard look, and strode out without looking back.

Epro laughed and reminded loudly: "Don't forget to have breakfast before going out!"

His answer was a loud slam of the door.

"Too spoiled..." Epro sighed with a smile, and rubbed heavily on the neck that had been pressed for a long time, "It's so spoiled..."

No matter how disgusted Deng Kaiwen was, he still went to college.

After all, he is no longer a child in the rebellious period, and he knows which is more important.Although he didn't know that the transaction was illegal before participating in that transaction, once he was involved in the investigation of the FBI, he always had to get into a lot of trouble to get out.

Epro had greeted him in advance, and several leaders in the school looked at him differently, obviously with enthusiasm and even hospitality.Generally, lecturers have to prepare the lesson plans by themselves, but when it is his turn, someone has already prepared everything, and even got him a teaching assistant.

Deng Kaiwen didn't twitch - although he had forgotten everything about the Los Angeles Police Department, after so many years of police work, the decisive and sharp style of work has been deeply rooted in his bones.

He simply took the lesson plan and walked into the classroom. The teaching assistant followed him respectfully. Hundreds of students in the big classroom watched him curiously.

Deng Kaiwen stood on the podium, straightened his tie, and opened the slideshow:

"This class requires 30.00% of your small class attendance. There is a midterm exam in the eighth week, which accounts for 13% of the total score, and the final exam in No. 70.00 weeks accounts for [-]%. The total score exceeds fifty points and the final exam exceeds four It’s too much. If the attendance rate of the small class is not [-]%, it will be sent back to retake.”

The boys in the first row raised their hands tremblingly: "Old... Teacher, are you allowed to make up the exam?"

"do not know."

"What is the pass rate for this course?"

"do not know."

"...The exam is open and closed?"

"do not know."

Deng Kaiwen raised his head and scanned the classroom with extremely sharp eyes: "Don't look at me like this, gentlemen and ladies. I know that this is the first time for you to take this class, but it is also the first time for me! Open your account below. Books, please study by yourself."

After a dead silence, someone finally asked tremblingly: "Teacher, what did you do before?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen was silent for a while, with a complicated tone: "I said I was a gangster, do you believe me?"

In an eerie calm, Kevin Deng's college career continued into its third week.

Although this group of college boys and girls with excess energy talked a lot, no one dared to put their dissatisfaction on the table.

Deng Kaiwen is actually a good teacher. He has worked in gangsters and policemen. He is serious and responsible for every job, with great enthusiasm and professionalism.

In order to understand a little bit about what microeconomics is about, he would go to the library every day after class, find a lot of books, and read them for hours.

His group of students had nothing to do, so they went to watch every day. After several rows of seats, they watched Deng Kaiwen's back studying hard and whispered: "Is he really a gangster?" "Is he really serious?" I don’t understand common sense in economics.” “Then how did he become a teacher, if he fails the exam, he won’t be killed?!” “Hey, you all sober up!”……

Deng Kaiwen still studied in the library until noon that day, feeling a little hungry, so he got up and stretched long, ready to buy a KFC to eat.

Suddenly at this time, there was a loud noise at the front desk of the library!The sound sounded like the glass of the door had been smashed, and the fragments scattered all over the ground, followed by exclamations from the crowd!

Because there is a turn between the gate and here, many people didn't know what happened for a while, and stood in their seats in confusion.After about a few seconds, suddenly seven or eight students ran in from the gate screaming: "Help! Help!!"

Deng Kaiwen jumped over the railing beside the seat with one hand, and grabbed a student: "What's going on?"

"Yes, someone shot!" The student's face turned pale: "A woman was shot and shed a lot of blood!"

School shootings!

Deng Kaiwen grabbed a pen in his hand and strode towards the door.The crowd screamed and ran around the turn. He went against the flow of people, and at a glance saw a woman lying on the edge of the steps in an open space outside the gate, with blood flowing down the steps step by step.A young white man with a pistol was trying to lift her up from the ground, while pointing the gun at several students who had fallen to the ground.

The group of students panicked, and a girl screamed and ran backwards.

"Let go of her!"

Deng Kaiwen's speech is extremely calm and calm, and has a strong penetrating power in the crazy crowd.The young man froze for a moment, then turned his head slowly, only to see that his pale face was covered with sweat, and his expression was very crazy.

Deng Kaiwen strode forward and shouted sharply: "Let her go!"

"...NO!"

The man swung his gun sharply, and the students who fell to the ground all screamed.

"She has been injured, and she may die if this continues. Do you want to be a murderer? Do you want to sit in the electric chair?!"

Every time he said a word, the expression of the white young man hesitated.At this moment, the girl who fell in front suddenly got up staggeringly, screamed and ran out.The scream obviously stimulated the gunman's nerves, he suddenly turned his head, turned around and fired twice!

The hysterical screams sounded again, and it was unknown whether the two shots had hit or not, but the girl's feet swayed, and then fell down.

The young man with the gun was already on the verge of madness, leaving behind the bleeding woman and waving his gun to chase after her.

At this moment, Deng Kaiwen rushed forward and appeared behind the young man almost instantly.The whole process took less than a second and was very neat. He pressed down the young man's head, pushed it down to the ground, put his knee on him, grabbed the gun with one hand, and bit off the cap of the pen at the same time. , ruthlessly nailed the young man's palm with a sharp pen!

There were horrific screams and exclamations at the same time, and the young man roared like a beast. Deng Kaiwen took off his coat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sirens sounded not far away, and soon several police cars rushed into the school gate.

Deng Kaiwen didn't dare to let go of the struggling murderer, and kept leaning against him.He looked up and saw a police car parked downstairs, and a group of armed policemen in black and blue uniforms rushed up. He suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, as if it had happened many times before somewhere.

The messy scene, the bleeding victim, the struggling and roaring suspect, and the hurriedly paced policeman with cold faces.

He seemed to have been a part of it, the scene was constantly churning like a whirlpool, and the brightly lit city and gunpowder smoke mixed together in the night, leaving his mind blank.

How strange... he thought.

It's as if I've been a policeman...

"Are you okay?" The two police officers restrained the suspect and pulled Deng Kaiwen up. "Are you injured? Are you injured?"

"No...no..." Deng Kaiwen lowered his head and rubbed his temples vigorously.

"He saved me, he saved me!" The girl wept bitterly and gestured to the policeman, "I wanted to run out just now, but that man chased me with a gun, and he stopped that man..."

Her crying was so shrill that Deng Kaiwen stood beside her, buzzing in her ears, and there seemed to be a lot of grotesque scenes in front of her eyes.Yellow and black warning lines, human figures drawn with white lines, shaking and staggered police lights, and policemen rushing past... These elements are intertwined and gradually overlap with the scene in front of them, showing a very weird, as if Grinning general face.

Deng Kaiwen bent down slowly and pressed his temple tightly.At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder, "—Kevin! Why are you here?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen turned around and didn't recognize it for a long time.

"It's me!" The man in the SWAT full-body combat uniform pulled off his mask, "It's me! Have you forgotten me again?"

Deng Kaiwen stared at his short blond hair, blue eyes, and a slender and light scar on his hard-lined cheek, and slowly recalled, "...you are the special police officer in Orange, and your name is Mi... Mitch you?"

"It's my friend... Yes, I know everything." Mitchell waved to the surrounding subordinates, and the group of policemen slowly retreated to the side.

He immediately tightened Deng Kaiwen's hand and pulled him out of the crowd.

"The anti-mafia organization was established recently, and I was seconded to the SWAT team in New York. What about you? Why are you here?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen looked at this man. He had only seen him twice, and he felt strange when he saw the scar, but he seemed very familiar with him from the way he spoke.

He was in a daze for a moment, and said hesitantly, "I... I am a teacher."

Mitchell was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"—temporary. Temporary."

Mitchell stopped talking, and only held his hand tightly, so tight that even Deng Kaiwen felt a little weird.

"Did you really forget me? You looked at me, Kevin, you looked at me...you don't remember anything?"

"……Feel sorry."

"Kevin—"

"I was shot in the head." Kevin Deng interrupted Mitchell, looking at him apologetically, "I have forgotten many things before. When I woke up, I couldn't even remember my own name."

"..." Mitchell looked at his face motionlessly, his eyes were very heavy, for a moment, Deng Kaiwen even felt that he saw some kind of huge, unconcealable, and desperate pain from inside.

He frowned slightly, thinking that he would not really have any connection with this man, otherwise why would he have such eyes?

People sometimes lie, but feelings are always true.The pain was so dark and dignified, as if a knife had pierced his heart, even Deng Kaiwen could feel it.

"Are you okay?" He asked hesitantly.

Just as Mitchell was about to say something, several students suddenly squeezed over, and the first boy patted Deng Kaiwen on the shoulder: "Teacher, you are so cool!"

"Yeah, yeah, are you really a gangster?" The students on the side immediately chirped: "We didn't believe it!" "How did you become a teacher?" "Will you continue to teach us?— — oh no, I mean, though you've never taught anything?"

Deng Kaiwen twitched his eyebrows, "I think so..."

Before he finished speaking, Mitchell interrupted them: "A gangster? Is that how you tell others about yourself?"

Deng Kaiwen looked at him inexplicably, "I was just joking."

"You shouldn't have said that just kidding—Kevin," Mitchel paused, and said word by word: "You're a policeman."

Deng Kaiwen was taken aback.

Mitchell's voice was almost choked: "Before you...before you were shot and lost your memory, you were the leader of the SWAT team in Los Angeles, a former FBI senior agent, and the leading armed SWAT police in the West! How could you be a gangster? How? possible?!"

"...Huh?" Deng Kaiwen was completely stunned.