Armed SWAT

Clouds were pressing on the sky of New York City like a pot lid, and the wind carried damp water vapor, which lifted the windbreakers of passers-by on the road.

Mitchell pushed open the door of the PUB, and Deng Kaiwen stood up from the corner table next to the fireplace.

He is dressed very casually today, wearing a navy blue slim-fit sweater and jeans, and a white T-shirt with the collar tucked under the collarbone, with a side slightly exposed.

His hair seems to be cut short, and he looks very energetic and young. When Mitchell saw him, he couldn't help but suddenly realized that he was standing in the office of the Los Angeles Police Department when he was just a SWAT. Together with a group of trembling newcomers, welcome this young, handsome and ruthless boss.

"I'm sorry I came a little early," Deng Kaiwen shook hands with him with a very natural attitude, "Do you want something to drink?"

"...Ice water, thank you."

Deng Kaiwen turned around and called for ice water for him, then turned his head, with a little curiosity and disapproval in his eyes, and asked, "What did you say... have you brought it?"

Mitchell was silent for a while, and gently placed a large envelope in his hand on the table.

Deng Kaiwen raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't immediately reach out to grab it.

"I know that you won't believe what I say now. During this year, I know that you live with Epro and you believe him. You think what he said is the truth."

Mitchell's tone was low, and the hand that opened the envelope trembled slightly.

"But Kevin, if you unconditionally believe everything Epro says, then you are wrong. You did grow up in the underworld, but your real career was a policeman - you worked for the FBI for seven years and served as a member of the LA SWAT team. For two years. I have never seen a more competent policeman than you."

He took out a stack of documents from the envelope, and the top one was a police officer's card.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes fell on his photo and name, and he froze slightly.

"Three years ago, you were transferred from the eastern FBI to the SWAT team leader of the Los Angeles Police Department. This is your transfer letter."

Mitchell took out a document and handed it over. It was not a scanned copy, but the original.

Deng Kaiwen opened it stiffly, read the transfer letter at a glance, and stared at the signature on the last page for a long time.Suddenly he grabbed the pen and signed several names repeatedly on the paper. The distinctive cursive D was exactly the same as the signature on the transfer letter.

"I have more evidence," Mitchell said calmly, "come and see this."

He pulled out a medical report, with the LOGO of the Center for AIDS Control and Prevention printed on the front page, which proved that Kevin Den, the SWAT team leader in Los Angeles, had tested negative for HIV three times, and all blood tests were normal.

Deng Kaiwen raised his hand, and it took a long time to lightly land on the line "Los Angeles SWAT SWAT Team Leader Kevin Den" in the medical examination report, "——This is me?"

"You got stuck in the palm of your hand by a drug addict's bloody pillow on a mission, HIV negative report. The same report was filed with the LAPD, if you doubt the authenticity of this document, I can go to the LAPD Help you adjust gear!"

"..."

"And this. Every year, SWAT newcomers have to go to the training camp for three months. You are the chief officer, responsible for the final evaluation and admission. This is the evaluation book I managed to get, and each one has yours at the end sign."

With a bang, Mitchell pulled out a large stack of documents, which were grade certificates for different students, and each one had the handwritten signature of "Los Angeles SWAT team leader Kevin Den" at the end.

Deng Kaiwen flipped through the stack of documents, his face getting more and more ugly.He slapped the document on the table and said coldly, "I don't believe it."

Mitchell looked at him with a vaguely sad gaze, "Kevin..."

"Why did Epro lie to me? Why is it necessary? Besides, if I am really a high-ranking policeman, why did I wake up from a coma in a GA hospital? Why are all GA people around me?"

Mitchell was speechless, and Deng Kaiwen stood up and stared at him condescendingly: "For more than a year, no one from the police has ever come to me, but you suddenly popped out and said I was a policeman, saying that I was in I have worked in the FBI. What is this? Let alone the authenticity of these documents you brought, I even doubt your authenticity. Can you, an ordinary SWAT, bring this kind of high-level files out of the police station?"

"Kevin..."

"Your story is wonderful, but sorry, it didn't impress me enough."

Deng Kaiwen swallowed the remaining coffee in the cup in one gulp, and strode out.Mitchell's hands were cold in an instant, and he knocked over his chair with a bang and stood up: "The Los Angeles Police Department has determined that you died in the line of duty, who else would dare to risk offending the GA to find a policeman who died in the line of duty? !"

His throat choked up, and his voice was filled with obvious despair: "Kevin... I didn't come to find my colleagues. I came to find... to find my missing lover..."

Deng Kaiwen paused a little, then turned to look at Mitchell.

Under the ambiguous light of PUB, separated by several tables, his eyes looked very pitiful and a little sad.

"Officer Landers, you're a really likable man, in every way... But sorry, maybe we did have something, it's just me... I can't remember."

He closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds.

Then he turned around resolutely and strode out of the PUB.

"you are back?"

As soon as Deng Kaiwen walked into the gate of the villa, he saw the butler standing beside the sofa in the living room with a smile on his face.

Deng Kaiwen answered politely and asked, "Where is Epro?"

"Mr. Epro is upstairs on a conference call, do you want to see him now?"

"...No...No." Deng Kaiwen hesitated, "I'll wait for him in the study."

The butler's smile remained unchanged, "When Mr. Epro comes out, I will tell him that you are waiting for him in the study."

Deng Kaiwen nodded, and walked upstairs while rubbing his temples.

He didn't pass his coat to the housekeeper because he had a piece of paper in his coat pocket—one of the stacks of grades Mitchell had given him at the PUB.

The chief instructor's signature on that piece of paper is Deng Kaiwen, the student is Mitchell Landers, and the time is three years ago.

There is no doubt that it is an almost perfect report card, whether it is shooting, fighting, theory or political common sense, the results are all A, and the instructor's comments also give a high evaluation.

The photo of Mitchell Landers was printed on the report card. He has handsome blonde short hair, blue eyes like the sky, and tall and handsome facial features that make people feel good at first glance.

This kind of ID photo is usually expressionless, but even if Mitchell's face is completely relaxed, it gives the impression that he is smiling.If someone of the opposite sex saw it, he would definitely find such a man very attractive.

Deng Kaiwen closed the door of the study and fell on the sofa exhausted.

So many handwritten signatures, so much evidence.

Every document and every photo clearly told him that he used to be a policeman, and he was a senior police inspector like the leader of the SWAT team in Los Angeles.

But why would he wake up in GA?Why did everyone think he died in the line of duty?

Why does he have the memory of being raised by Epro when he was a child?

Why is he in a lover relationship with the underworld boss in the eastern United States?

Each problem was like a deep fog that surrounded him. Even if he tried his best to reach out, he could only touch the cold fog, and he couldn't see the road clearly.

The sky outside the window was dark, as if it was going to rain at any moment.Deng Kaiwen closed his eyes and tried his best to recall the past, but as soon as he moved his head, his temples would swell and hurt uncomfortably.

In the short period of time after amnesia, his mood became very bad, and he often went crazy trying to recall, but no matter what, his mind was blank.He is restless, insecure, and often uncontrollably breaks things and even hurts himself.

All night and all night Epro was with him, comforting him and restraining him.The years endowed this man with unparalleled calmness and willpower. During those painful and confused days, he supported Deng Kaiwen firmly like a backbone.

It was he who advised Deng Kaiwen to give up everything in the past, empty out his life and start over.It was he who finally convinced Deng Kaiwen not to accept any memory recovery treatment, because those treatments were painful and hopeless, and might seriously damage the patient's spirit.

In fact, over the past year or so, Deng Kaiwen has gradually gotten used to not remembering, not thinking, or even thinking about anything.He put himself in a state of numbness and relaxation, completely handing over the direction of his life after amnesia to Epro, and letting the man who claimed to be his lover handle everything.

He had indeed lived a very peaceful life for a year. If it hadn't been for the appearance of Mitchell Landers, perhaps he would have hoped to continue this stable and stable life forever.

But now everything is messed up.The subconsciously avoided truth surfaced again and again, forcing him to see, think, and recall.This process was painful and full of confusion, but he had to face it.

Nathaniel Epro... If he was like Mitchell said, he started working for the FBI as a teenager, and later transferred to Los Angeles to be the SWAT team leader, why did he talk to Nathaniel Epro? How about a character like Pu Luo?

Are the fragments in his mind about living with Epro in his childhood true, or is it a fantasy that he believes to be true?

Deng Kaiwen looked at the ceiling, frowning tightly.

The study room is filled with a slight orange fragrance, which has a light and sour sweet fragrance.Deng Kaiwen was in a rather anxious mood, so he unknowingly lit a cigarette, and just after taking a puff, he suddenly shuddered.

Tobacco and orange-flavored incense are mixed together, the taste is very special, and there is a vague feeling that it has been smelled somewhere before.

...this smell...

This taste...

Deng Kaiwen suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the door.

The door was clearly closed, but he clearly heard a loud bang, as if someone had slammed the door shut.

Fragments of memory are like light shining through the crack of the door, rushing unexpectedly.The peculiar smell of tobacco mixed with the aroma of oranges instantly enveloped his vision like a mist, leaving only the blurred shadows of hand-embroidered patterns on the carpet.

He once fell on this carpet.

And the fall was very hard, very painful, even now the memory is so broken, as soon as I think about it, I still recall the overwhelming pain in my mind reflexively.

Deng Kaiwen leaned down suddenly and covered his forehead - he remembered!

It was the same weather, gloomy and damp, as if it was going to rain at any moment.The study smells of oranges, and tobacco...tobacco...

It's coming from Epro!

Epro pushed him to the ground!

Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes wide, his eyes were blank and unfocused, but his face was full of astonishment.

It was one day when he was a teenager.

He was escorted all the way back to GA from the outside.

When they got out of the car, they all thought it was raining outside, but it wasn't.The sky hung over everyone's heads like a dark pot lid, and the air was filled with a damp and cold atmosphere.

He struggled hard, but Epro picked him up easily and strode up the steps.Several men with guns in the living room were huddled in a corner, and when they saw Epro come in, everyone's faces were terrified and pale.

Epro's footsteps didn't stop at all, he went upstairs, opened the door of the study, and threw Deng Kaiwen in.

Bang!

Deng Kaiwen only felt his eyes go dark, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.After waiting for several seconds, he was able to see things in a trance, and saw that he fell on the carpet, his forehead hit the corner of the table, and warm blood flowed down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

Epro picked up his hair and turned his face to himself: "What did I say last time?"

"...Epro..."

Epro was not surprised by the title.Since a long time ago, even before the Neptune incident, Kevin has stopped calling him "Neil".

"I said if you dare to run, I will break your legs."

With one hand, he held Deng Kaiwen's upper body in his arms, and with the other hand, he ran down the boy's straight legs until he pressed down on his slender and cold ankles.

In an instant, the boy's body bounced violently, "—Epro!!"

There was unconcealable panic in that voice, and Epro slowly increased the strength in his hands until Kevin struggled in horror: "Please!... Please!!"

The palms of the wrists hurt slightly, but he believed that the child suffered more pain.

It's been like this since a long time ago. The child he raised with his own hands was a little cowardly and timid since he was a child, afraid of pain and suffering, and cried loudly when he got a little injury.

Other boys are afraid of losing face and would rather bear the pain than cry, but this child is never afraid, as long as there is a little pain, tears will immediately fall down like money.He was beautiful since he was a child, and when he cried, even hard-hearted people could not bear it, so as soon as he shed tears, everyone would immediately hug him and coax him, and would not let him suffer any more.

——Then why does this child run away knowing that he will be arrested and that he will be punished horribly when he is caught?

He knew he would be tortured.

Or does he not care anymore?

The slender ankle bones creaked in the palm of his hand, and Kevin's panting had changed.Finally he screamed and pushed Epro desperately: "Let me go! Let me go!!"

Epro was caught off guard for a moment, and he broke free.The child immediately rolled and crawled a few steps on the floor, covering his bleeding forehead with one hand, and leaning on the table with the other, trying to stand up unsteadily.

His movements were very difficult, and one foot could not touch the ground——Eplo was able to whip a lion to death, how could he be joking about his hand strength? He had seriously twisted his ankle a long time ago. It was his luck that the bone was not broken. Well, how can I still walk normally?

Seeing this, Epro was furious, and reached out to grab him back, but Kevin grabbed a paperweight from the table and slammed it at him.

Epro tilted his head, and the paperweight slammed against the wall, smashing it to pieces.

Before Kevin grabbed the second thing, Epro grabbed his wrist and twisted it, and threw it directly on the table.With a muffled bang, Kevin's side face hit the table. Before he could wake up from the brief dizziness, Eprolissly grabbed his collar and tore it violently, snapping all the buttons of his shirt. up the line.

"I told you, Kevin." Epro leaned into Kevin's ear, his voice calm and even cold: "Since you don't want to be the heir of GA, then I don't have to treat you as my son."

Kevin's childish face was full of horror. Judging from the frequency of his body trembling, Epro had no doubt that if he let go at this moment, the kid would immediately find a gap in the floor and squeeze himself desperately. go in.

"Even if you..." Kevin's voice was panting and sobbing, and it sounded very unclear, "...I don't want to stay here...I don't want to..."

Epro put his knees against his body to keep him from moving, "So just bear with it."

He took off his coat slowly, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his muscular arms, which easily grabbed the boy's thin waist.

The blood on Kevin's forehead had stopped, Epro leaned over and kissed his face, feeling the thick blood melt in his mouth.

"...Is this a punishment?" He heard Kevin ask desperately.

Epro smiled silently, and he felt that his lower body was hard and painful.

"You can take it as punishment."