Armed SWAT

"Kevin, Kevin!"

As if being slapped heavily by something, Deng Kaiwen opened his eyes, his vision blurred.

Then he saw Epro's face, with concern in his eyes and a calm anxiety that could not be concealed.

For a moment, as if seeing a Rakshasa devil, Deng Kaiwen was taken aback, and pushed Epro hard: "Don't touch me!"

Epro froze, "Are you okay?"

"do not come!!"

"Kevin, Kevin, it's me! It's me, Neil."

Epro held his hand tightly and stroked his hair vigorously: "You're having a nightmare, how can you sleep well in the study?"

study……

nightmare...

Deng Kaiwen gradually came to his senses. He was hugged by Epro, and his nose was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, which mixed with orange-flavored incense, instantly reminding him of the nightmare just now.

"Are you okay? What did you dream about?"

"...no, no...nothing."

"What's the matter? Look like I'm a ghost?" Epro touched his face, his tone was light and joking, but he stared at Deng Kaiwen's eyes very sharply, "What did you dream about? Could it be a dream? See me hitting you?"

Under those gazes, no one could easily evade, Deng Kaiwen stayed for a while, and whispered: "I dreamed... when I was a teenager. In this study."

Epro's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled: "It seems that I really dreamed that I beat you."

"...Have I ever escaped? From GA?"

"Well, several times."

"Then you caught him back?"

"Yes."

Deng Kaiwen stopped talking, and looked unconsciously at a certain floating point in the air. After a while, he asked slowly: "But... why?"

Epro didn't answer, but sat down on the sofa, next to Kevin Deng, and asked in a chatty tone: "Kevin."

"Ok?"

"Do you think the current life is good? Stay in GA every day, occasionally work as a teacher, occasionally go to the arms company to help out, and spend more time with me... Be healthy and carefree. Do you like this kind of life? ?"

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a long time, "...it doesn't matter."

"Then do you want to continue living like this?"

This is actually an unfair question, because Deng Kaiwen has not tried other lives since he lost his memory, so it doesn't matter whether he wants to continue his current life.

People are like this, people who have only eaten vegetables all their lives will never think of eating meat.

Sure enough, Deng Kaiwen hesitated, and said, "It doesn't matter..."

"Then since you don't care, why are you obsessed with what happened before? Or do you recall bad things and suspect that I will treat you like that in the future?"

"..."

Deng Kaiwen didn't speak, so Apuro just stared at him like that, his eyes were very gentle, like an older and patient lover.

But the light in his eyes is indeed very sharp, just like the eyes of a wild beast observing its prey.

"I'm not dissatisfied with the present," Deng Kaiwen said slowly, "I just think that it is impossible for people to live only in the present moment. Everyone is constantly influenced by previous experiences to achieve their current self, right? I Occasionally, I also want to know what I have experienced before, how people in the past have treated me."

It was rare for him to express himself so clearly, but Epro knew him until once he said it, there was nothing to change it.

Just like he said before: "I don't want to be the heir of GA, I want to leave!" Then he really left.

Epro was silent.

"It is said that I used to be a policeman." Deng Kaiwen suddenly changed the subject, "Don't ask me how I know, I am a little dubious... But can you tell me if this is true? Did I really once be a policeman? ?”

Epro frowned slightly, but regained his composure in an instant.

He knew that Kevin Deng had already contacted Mitchell Landers.

It is impossible for him to isolate Spike from Deng Kaiwen's life forever.First, Langya was known as the number one killer in the west. Although he had a father who was the chief of police secretly protecting him, his own strength should not be underestimated; second, that man loved Deng Kaiwen after all.

Love can make people do all kinds of things regardless of their lives.

Unless the only son of the California Police Chief is killed, or his own adopted son is imprisoned again, it is impossible for him to completely cut off the connection between two people in such an information society.

"You really used to be a policeman." After a long silence, Epro said softly, "Senior FBI agent, leader of the Los Angeles SWAT team, and one of the youngest and most promising high-level police officers in the West."

"...How could I become a policeman?"

"You like it. Your dream since childhood was to be a policeman."

"But," Deng Kaiwen said with difficulty, "Didn't I... grow up in GA?"

Epro reached out and grabbed the cigarette case that Deng Kaiwen threw on the coffee table, played with it casually, and said with a low laugh: "This is also one of the questions that confused me back then. Didn't you grow up in GA? Why do you still want to be a What about the police?"

He took out a cigarette, but only held it in his hand, turned his head and looked at Deng Kaiwen with a smile, "The child I raised with my own hands was obviously raised according to the standards of the underworld young master, but one day he suddenly said to me, He doesn't want to do it anymore, he wants to be a policeman, what do you think will happen to me? Will I support him with a smile?"

At the end of the day, there was a bit of arrogance in his tone.

Epro has been the godfather of the eastern underworld for so many years, sometimes he doesn't even need to say anything, just a look or a movement can make people breathless.

Deng Kaiwen stepped back, his fingers tightly grasping the armrest of the sofa, his knuckles turned blue and white.

"Then you escaped. Then I caught you back. It's such a simple matter." Epro suddenly twisted off the cigarette, looked at the luxuriously furnished study, and sighed: "I should have burned this place earlier , There have indeed been many painful things happened in this study."

Fortunately, Deng Kaiwen was sitting next to him with such an expression and voice. If it was someone else, he would have been too scared to speak.

"...Neil..."

"what?"

Deng Kaiwen stared at him, then turned his head after a while, staring at the exquisite hand-embroidered patterns on the floor booth, "Then... how...how did I become a policeman?"

The air was still for a while, and he finally asked that sentence: "How did I...leave GA?"

Epro suddenly reached out and pulled his face across his face.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, Epro's gray-blue eyes were slightly discolored, like the cold gray of the clouds on a cloudy day.

It took him a while to smile, even though the smile was cold and without any warmth.

"Don't ask me this question." He let go of his hand and stood up gracefully: "I don't want to recall that incident, not at all."

By this time his eyeballs had turned completely dark gray.

Deng Kaiwen looked at him in astonishment, but he strode out of the room without looking back.