Armed SWAT

In a brain and nerve research institute in New York City, several bodyguards in plain clothes were distributed in the corridor, looking like strangers passing by unintentionally. In fact, everyone's eyes were firmly locked on a room with an open door office.

"This situation will continue to happen in the future, and his coma time will become longer and longer. Now it is two days, and it may be three days, four days, or even a week in the future. Now the length of his coma time depends on the degree of stimulation he receives, Over time, any slight stimulation would send him into a prolonged coma. It's very, very dangerous."

In the office, Dr. Clare pointed a pen at the brain neuroscanning display, and Epro's eyes moved with it, and his eyes were very dark.

"Is there any way to stop it?"

"Drug therapy combined with psychological suggestion, the only effective way is to restore his memory, and when his brain accepts the memory, he will no longer have such a strong resistance to external stimuli."

"..."

Dr. Claire observed Epro's expression: "Did you use some method to block the process of his brain recovering his memory?"

"...It was very painful." After a long silence, Epro whispered: "When he remembered the fragments of his previous memories."

"So he couldn't hold on?"

"I couldn't hold on."

"What do you mean?"

"I used a little drug," Epro admitted frankly, "and also equipped with psychological suggestion and hypnosis... You know, that method is not difficult for me. I don't even need a hypnotist."

The doctor nodded and said, "Your accomplishments in this area are top-notch—that's why Officer Kevin Den still hasn't been able to recall the memories of the first 28 years of his life."

Epro shrugged.

"Oh, it's like this," Claire said, spreading her hands, "I can understand your feelings, but you know, things can't be solved that easily. He was shot in the head, although the bullet miraculously avoided Major nerves and blood vessels, but his brain is still severely damaged. That's why he lost his memory. If you just wake him up, then the matter is not resolved at all. You have to remind him why he lost his memory, those overlays Shadows in his memory, he has to bring them to mind so that the problem can be fundamentally resolved."

Epro was silent.

"Otherwise he will still be stimulated, because those memories are still stored in his subconscious mind, and they come out to stimulate him from time to time, and then he can't bear it mentally, and his brain automatically turns on the escape instinct, so he falls into a coma. It's like a wife who suspects her husband is cheating , From time to time, she finds a woman's hair on her husband, which makes her more sensitive, suspicious, and nervous. It will be easier to accept it if you spread the matter out."

Epro didn't say a word, just sat there quietly.The light shone from above their heads, and most of the man's face was shrouded in shadow.

Dr. Claire waited for his answer, and after a while, he stood up suddenly.

A bodyguard outside the door immediately stepped forward: "Mr. Epro, do you have any orders?"

"Call Kevin over here." He paused and said, "I need him."

Dr. Claire raised his eyebrows subtly.

He noticed that Epro said not "I want to see him" or "I have something to ask him" but "I need him."

Everyone knew what kind of man Nathaniel Epro, the godfather of the Eastern gangsters, was.The closer people get to him, the more they are shocked by his cruelty and calmness, and the more they surrender to his wisdom and strength.

He wasn't the type of man who would come out and say what he needed.He didn't even seem like the kind of guy who would put his affections on something.

It was so surprising.

This was the first time that Dr. Claire spoke with Epro, the fabled adopted son.

Kevin Den, an oriental hybrid with a quarter of European ancestry, inherited from his beautiful parents an absolutely excellent appearance gene, as well as a mysterious, romantic, and legendary oriental martial arts talent.He speaks with a clear accent and flexible thinking. Although there is no record of going to college on the resume, his speech and demeanor reveal good education and demeanor.Even with the harshest eyes, it cannot be denied that he is a person who is easy to like and can't help but want to get close to.

Dr. Clare remembered seeing the young man lying on the hospital bed before.He was pale and haggard then, unconscious, almost a different person than he is now.

While thinking this way, he looked at Deng Kaiwen with a smile, and paused when his eyes fell on his hands.

Those hands were very fair and slender, but they could be seen to be full of strength. There were thick calluses on the tiger's mouth, and the surrounding skin even darkened a bit.

It was obviously a pair of hands that had been in contact with guns all year round.

"I often have small wounds on my hands. I always get hurt inadvertently, and I gradually get used to it." Noticing Dr. Claire's gaze, Deng Kaiwen calmly opened his palms to show him: "Probably I used to be like this too Man, it’s a pity that I can’t remember at all.”

"What happened to your knuckles?" Claire noticed that the inner knuckles of his middle, ring and little fingers were slightly deformed.

"Gripping cold weapons like guns and daggers tightly, the joints are deformed over the years."

"Why both hands?"

"Oh," Deng Kaiwen said, pinching his fingers together, "I usually shoot with my left hand."

"...that's amazing. How many guns have you fired?"

"I can't remember... There should be hundreds of models in terms of models? I'm familiar with about twenty or thirty, AR-15, M16, M82, AK47, MP5, Remington 700..." Deng Kaiwen laughed: " If I'm in the army, maybe I can get a medal like sharpshooter."

He didn't sound conceited at all when he said it.

"It's really amazing. Many policemen are only familiar with two or three types of guns in their lifetime." Claire applauded sincerely, "At what age did you start learning guns?"

"I said I can't remember, but in order not to cause trouble... 18 years old."

Dr. Claire laughed: "Don't worry, it's just our casual chat. I didn't record it. In fact, many sharpshooters practice guns since they were young. Those who start learning to shoot after the age of 30 have a lower chance of becoming sharpshooters."

"Maybe!" Deng Kaiwen smiled, noncommittal.

Claire looked at him, suddenly smiled and asked, "Do you remember the first time you shot a gun? A lot of people were impressed by that."

Deng Kaiwen shook his head, "I have no impression at all."

"Aren't there any fragments? Like gunfire, reaction force, tinnitus..."

"No, not at all."

Claire's eyes rolled around: "Then...how about the first murder?"

Deng Kaiwen paused slightly with a smile: "Do I look like a murderer?"

"No, no, not at all. But you don't look like a person with clean hands at all." Claire pointed her finger: "Born in GA, the adopted son of the biggest gangster in the East, he used to be an FBI and a special police officer for many years Touching on guns...you look like the kind of...well, experienced person."

"Can I take it as a compliment?" Deng Kaiwen smiled wryly.

"Of course this is a compliment." Dr. Claire slid his chair suddenly, turned to the desk neatly, and opened a file in the computer: "Wait a minute, I want to show you something."

He called up a photo of the streets of New York, marked out a specific area, and then ZOOMIN.

"Does this place sound familiar to you?"

Deng Kaiwen narrowed his eyes slightly.It was a photo of the front of a hotel, a black car parked there, and a young man standing on the edge of the sidewalk waving a sign, a promotion that New York stores used to use a dozen years ago.

"Mayflower Hotel... It was renovated many years ago, and this BMW is also an old model." Deng Kaiwen shook his head: "I'm not familiar with it at all."

Claire called up another photo. Among the swarming crowd, a man was shot and lying on the ground, with blood spurting out all over the ground.More than ten years ago, Nathaniel Epro, with his back to the camera, was sitting in the black BMW with his head down.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes suddenly paused slightly.

"The man died of a ruptured spleen and blood loss. He was hit by a splinter bullet. I've heard that there are certain 'firsts' in one's life that are always remembered, and no matter how the years pass, these memories Unforgettable - like the first kiss, the first sex, the first marriage ... the first murder."

Dr. Claire observed Deng Kaiwen's expression, not letting go of any slight changes.

"Mr. Nathaniel Epro told me that this was the first time you shot someone. He paid a high price for the photo from a photographer. You were 16 years old and terrified."

The screen changes again.

The third photo reflected the silhouette of the car window, a pale side face of a young man was exposed from the crack of the car window, under the soft bangs were dark eyes, and the slender and soft touch of the eyelashes could almost be felt from the picture.

That was Deng Kaiwen at the age of 16.

He stared at the man lying on the ground, his eyes were terrified and seemed a little sad and pity.Epro was leaning over to stroke his hair, his mouth was slightly open, not knowing what to say.

"The man's name is Victor Urral, one of the roving drug dealers in the west, who was paid to assassinate Nathaniel Epro, a successful investor in New York City. The security personnel present were seriously dereliction of duty, and only Epro Deng Kaiwen, the husband's adopted son, discovered and prevented the murder by himself. Out of self-defense instinct, he drew his gun and shot the murderer before the murderer opened fire. His behavior was judged to be complete self-defense and he did not go to court , was released on acquittal bail."

Dr. Claire handed him a yellowed old newspaper: "This is a news report from that year."

"..." Deng Kaiwen's eyes were cold and heavy, like the silent and deep water, and he asked after a while: "What is the truth?"

"Facts exist only in your memory."

Deng Kaiwen pushed the newspaper in front of him, sank heavily into the back of the chair, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Remember it well." Claire looked at him meaningfully, "If you want to know the truth."

The evening sky was full of dark clouds, and the wind blew up damp water vapor. Pedestrians turned up their coat collars and walked quickly across the street corner.

A yellow taxi drove across the street, and suddenly a cold and deep voice came from the rear compartment: "Stop."

The driver slammed on the brakes and looked at the meter: "58 yuan, thank you."

On the back seat, Deng Kaiwen took out a one hundred bill and handed it over: "You don't need to look for it."

This tip really exceeded the normal ratio, the driver was surprised and happy, only to hear Deng Kaiwen say again: "Can you park the car here for a while?"

"Oh, oh, no problem, of course no problem."

The driver turned off the engine, and Deng Kaiwen gently rolled down the rear window by a gap, looking out the window at the busy street.

Compared with ten years ago, the appearance of this street has changed a lot.The decoration of the Mayflower Hotel has been completely refurbished. The marble steps can clearly reflect the shadows of passers-by. Luxury boutiques stand on the street corners. Tourists from all over the world flock by with their cameras on their backs.

His gaze cut through the crowd to a point on the sidewalk.

At that moment, he seemed to travel through time and space, and saw the blood and exclamation from the body crashing to the ground that afternoon more than ten years ago.

He wanted to recall something, but the thoughts in his mind were in a mess, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

"Hi sir, sir?" The driver waited for a while without seeing anything, and couldn't help but turn around: "Where do you want to go?"

Deng Kaiwen did not answer.

The driver only saw his young and handsome passenger, with a sleepwalking trance-like expression, opened the door with a click, and walked out slowly.

He crossed the busy street and onto the sidewalk.A few teenagers on skateboards bluffed and rushed towards him, but he didn't realize it.

……

Is this person okay?The driver thought anxiously, and drove out slowly close to the sidewalk.

He kept looking back until he was tens of meters away.

Deng Kaiwen walked under the tree, bent down, and slowly stroked the stone bricks with different patterns on the cement-mixed soil.

A large amount of blood was once sprayed here, enough to form a small pool of blood.

He turned his head and looked at the glamorous and luxurious marble steps at the entrance of the hotel. He seemed to see himself in his youth following behind a group of bodyguards, looking at Epro's tall back, walking down the steps step by step.

The memory seems to be covered with a layer of haze, like the sky covered with clouds that day.

At the age of 16, Deng Kaiwen had just returned from Los Angeles. He was only 1.7 meters tall and weighed less than [-] kilograms.Wrapped in a warm and thick dark blue woolen sweater and a snow-white cashmere scarf around his neck, he is as timid and timid as a small animal curled up in a nest. No matter how Epro induces him, he dare not walk in front of everyone , Standing beside the adoptive father.

Epro had to walk in the forefront, the security guards stood around, and he mingled in the most inconspicuous corner.

That's how they've been going all that time.

That habit saved Epro's life that day more than a decade ago.

When they reached the last level of the steps, Epro bent down and got into the car, while Deng Kaiwen glanced casually, and suddenly found a man in the corner newsstand secretly taking something out of his pocket.

Curiosity forced Deng Kaiwen to stare at the man intently until he saw what he was holding in his hand - a black revolver.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes widened in an instant, and he reached into the back pocket of his jeans reflexively.

There was a gun there, too, a semi-automatic Browning that Epro had custom-made for him.

The 16-year-old Deng Kaiwen didn't even have the courage to stand in front of people and speak loudly. He was thin and pale, but he had a superb marksmanship—even though he never dared to shoot at any creature.

The man quickly stuffed the pistol into the newspaper and pointed it in Epro's direction from under the newspaper.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes instantly enlarged: "—Niel!"

This sound was too far away, almost at the same moment when the vocal cords vibrated, he realized it was too late.

Everything happens in trance.Deng Kaiwen grabbed Browning tightly, pulled it out, and pointed it at the man at the street corner news stand—he hardly aimed at it, and the muzzle of the gun aimed exactly at the man's flank like a sharp arrow.

He pulled the trigger the same moment Neil landed.

bang.

It was like a dream within a dream, the memory separated by glass-like water, as if watching his own face appear on the screen.

More than ten years later, Deng Kaiwen stood up from a busy street in New York, staring blankly at the bustling street.

He saw an old BMW that didn't actually exist parked on the sidewalk. Nathaniel Epro, who was more than ten years ago, hugged a teenager in a navy blue sweater and strode him to the car. inside.

Behind them, a man fell into a pool of blood, and the bright red all over the ground made people feel hideous.

The boy tried his best to stick his head out of Epro's arms. He wanted to look back, but Epro immediately covered his eyes with a white scarf.The car door opened and closed, and it flew away quickly like an arrow, leaving only the terrified pedestrians and the frantic bodyguards behind.

The car had already driven so far in time, and he could still hear the boy's helpless choking and crying.

Deng Kaiwen pressed his temple fiercely, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Some passers-by had already noticed this strange and handsome young oriental man, and they were about to come over to inquire, but they saw him resting his head deeply on his chest, and moaning intermittently.

The sound was too painful, as if a trapped animal couldn't find the exit of the cage.

He remembered.

He remembered that when he went back that day, his hands and feet were cold and he could not stand still. Epro carried him into the bedroom and kept kissing his hair and cheeks vigorously.

"It's okay, it's okay." Epro put his adopted son on the bed, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he pressed his hands and looked down at his tear-stained face from top to bottom: "Okay, what did you do?" Right thing to do, you saved my life, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I killed him..." Kevin's voice was mixed with choking, "I killed him..."

"You always have a first. With a first, there will be a second, and there will be more."

"No, no, I don't want this..."

"You will get used to this." Epro said calmly, "I will make you get used to it."

Kevin shook his head vigorously, freed his hands from his restraint, and hugged his adoptive father's neck tightly.

His face was pressed against Epro's neck, his lips trembling from crying were pressed against the skin of his shoulders, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Please don't let me go through this again, please, I don't want to go through this again !..."

Epro's muscles tensed, and after a while, he slowly reached out to stroke the back of his young adopted son.

He didn't answer, didn't even speak, just repeated comforting actions until Kevin gradually fell asleep because of crying and exhaustion.

"I can't promise," Epro whispered in the silence after a while, "Sorry, Kevin...I can't promise."

If Deng Kaiwen hadn't fallen asleep at that time, but had heard these words, perhaps the incident on the Neptune would not have happened again in three years.

However, everything always came too late. It took three years for this sentence to be heard by Deng Kaiwen when it was uttered from Epro's mouth.

When he was caught on the Neptune, and then tied up and sent to Epro's room, Epro pressed him hard against the wall and asked each word: "Why didn't you shoot?!"

"You said you wouldn't let me go through this again! You promised!..."

"NO, I have not."

Epro caressed the adopted son's face, and slowly moved his fingers down until they touched the boy's soft and warm lips.The look in his eyes was dim, and after a long while, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

The real kiss with lust and bestiality, the sound of water from the forcible sweep is ambiguous.

"I just said, I'll let you get used to it."

The passerby suddenly let out an exclamation.

The young man kneeling on the ground suddenly fell to the ground without warning.

Several pedestrians waiting for the bus stepped forward immediately, and were about to reach out to help, when suddenly they saw the young man being pulled up by the other hand.

Epro helped Deng Kaiwen to his shoulders, and smiled at the pedestrians with a calm expression: "Sorry, we got separated just now... Yes, just leave it to me."

Pedestrians nodded hesitantly and dispersed.

"Neil..."

Deng Kaiwen raised his head, the severe headache made his voice hoarse.

"I said don't make me shoot again, didn't I?"

Epro looked at him, his face slowly condensed.

"...I asked you this way," Deng Kaiwen was confused, his eyes looked at the air, and his eyes were unfocused: "And you agreed, didn't you?"

"What do you remember? Kevin, tell me."

Deng Kaiwen hesitated for a long time before turning his gaze to Epro.

He didn't know that the look in his eyes at that moment was like looking at a scary stranger.

"...nothing," he whispered tremblingly, "nothing...nothing."