Armed SWAT

When Deng Kaiwen woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed.

Dr. Claire took the thermometer out of his mouth, looked at it and said, "I have a little fever. I may have been stimulated."

Epro leaned down, carefully arranged Deng Kaiwen's hair, and said, "You met a man named Regulus Cherki in a coffee shop. There was a shooting incident. Regulus died. You killed that man." The guy who shot him. What happened?"

Deng Kaiwen looked at him blankly.

"You were passed out when the police arrived." While still holding Regulus' body—that's what Epro omits.

"...What happened...what..." Deng Kaiwen asked hoarsely.

Epro didn't answer and asked instead: "Have you remembered anything, Kevin?"

Deng Kaiwen stared into his gray-blue eyes with a tired and innocent expression.

"It may be a temporary secondary amnesia," Dr. Claire said wearily, "Please come here, Mr. Eplow, let him sleep for a while, and then do a hypnosis after waking up."

Epro leaned over and kissed Deng Kaiwen on the forehead, with a faint smell of tobacco and a strong masculine breath on his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Kevin."

He just got up to leave when Deng Kaiwen stretched out his hand and wrapped it tremblingly around his neck.

This action was so intimate that Epro's heart beat a little faster, he hugged Deng Kaiwen tightly with his backhand, and whispered: "It's okay...it's okay...don't be afraid."

"I'll wait for you to come back." Deng Kaiwen trembled.

Epro didn't even want to leave.They were intimate for a while, and he finally tucked Deng Kaiwen's quilt, got up and walked out.

The ward fell into silence again. After a while, until the corridor outside the door was silent, Deng Kaiwen suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and bright, with a cold edge.

Immediately afterwards, he turned over and sat up, and drew out the gun hidden under the quilt.

It was the gun he had just taken from Epro's back when he was distracted.It was a dangerous move, and once Epro discovered that the sidearm was gone, he would immediately notice that things had changed.

But he had no other choice at the moment.He can't escape here without a weapon.

There was a bodyguard lingering in the corridor, Deng Kaiwen stepped forward steadily, the man stopped and asked courteously: "Aren't you going to sleep for a while?"

Deng Kaiwen smiled at him, and suddenly stretched out the pistol from under his clothes, and instantly pressed it against the man's lower abdomen.

"Shut up, keep quiet, I guarantee you will survive."

The bodyguard's expression changed completely, and he asked tremblingly, "You...you...what do you want to do?"

"Where is the car?"

"It's... downstairs."

"What car?"

"Mercedes, Chevrolet...and a UIMOG."

"Very good," Deng Kaiwen hooked his shoulders, and the muzzle of the gun was fixed on him affectionately through the clothes: "Take me there now."

Sure enough, there were several cars parked downstairs, and Deng Kaiwen walked straight to the UIMOG without even looking at the others.

The bodyguard looked at him and suddenly had a bad feeling: "You... are leaving New York?"

Deng Kaiwen glanced at him lightly.

The bodyguard was at a loss and didn't dare to call anyone. Before he could go up and stop him, Deng Kaiwen suddenly turned his gun and said, "Take out your wallet and mobile phone."

The bodyguard just went to gamble on horses, and there were more than 600 cash in his wallet. Deng Kaiwen took them all without any hesitation, took away his ID card and driver's license, and threw the wallet back to him: "Epro will pay you back."

The bodyguard was about to cry, "No, no, no, that's not the point. Mr. Epro ordered me to guard the door and told me not to go anywhere..."

"What else did he say?"

"Tell us to guard the door until he comes back, and we have one person on shift at night..."

Deng Kaiwen smiled, that smile was very tired.

"What are you going to do?" the bodyguard finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"More than a year ago, I was interrupted by one thing, and I didn't finish it." Deng Kaiwen turned and got into the car, and slammed the door, "—I'm going to finish it now."

The bodyguard was dumbfounded.

The off-road vehicle made a low roar, the front of the vehicle quickly turned around, and it sped out and disappeared.

The bodyguard's mobile phone battery is still full.

Deng Kaiwen appreciates this habit.He dialed a number from memory, and was quickly picked up. Mitchell's voice said, "Hi, this is Officer Landers."

A strange smile crossed the corner of Deng Kaiwen's lips, "It's me, officer."

"Kevin? Where are you?"

"Can you do me a favor, officer?"

Mitchell immediately said, "Say it."

"I had a little argument with Epro." Deng Kaiwen said lightly, "I wanted to go to Los Angeles, but he stopped. So I came out alone."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone, "Where are you now?"

"On the way. I'm driving on Highway 486."

"Are you going to Philadelphia?"

"I'm going through Philadelphia."

Mitchell quickly reported the name of a street close to the highway, and said, "I'm going to get something, and I'll meet you right away. Do you need anything?"

"Oh, I'm missing everything... bring a blanket, sunglasses, GPS, biscuits and water, and don't forget a suit of clothes."

"clothing?"

"I just ran out of the hospital with only pajamas on."

In fact he was bare-chested, except for a pair of cotton trousers and slippers.

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you right away." Mitchell paused, his voice lowered: "...don't let Epro catch it."

He remembered everything Deng Kaiwen told him a long time ago, about his betrayal and escape in GA, and the torture and house arrest after being captured back.Thinking about it made him feel pain, even sadness.

But Deng Kaiwen's reaction was very flat, and he said: "I know." Then he hung up the phone.

Mitchell did not break his promise. He drove an ordinary Japanese car and waited at the agreed place. When he saw Deng Kaiwen, he immediately got out of the car and took out a large bag from the trunk.

"It's unrealistic for you to drive to Los Angeles by yourself. I'll go with you." He said as he threw things into the back seat of the SUV. I'm going to Los Angeles with you."

Deng Kaiwen was leaning against the door of the off-road vehicle with his bare upper body, tight muscles wrapped under the smooth and delicate wheat-colored skin, his abdominal muscles were lean and restrained, his lines were thin and sexy, and he was not exaggerated and flamboyant like ordinary Caucasians at all.

Mitchell looked a little parched, threw his jacket and jeans to him and said, "Put them on and rest for a while, I'll drive."

Deng Kaiwen did not refuse, got into the car and calmly took off his pajama pants, put on jeans, and put on high-top leather boots.

"What about your Japanese car, just leave it on the side of the road?" He sat in the co-pilot and asked while wearing sunglasses.

"Save it for Epro," Mitchell said.

"Oh...the problem is that the UNIMOG you're driving is his property."

"Then lose it halfway and grab a better one."

Deng Kaiwen stared at him for a while, "One of us is a policeman, and the other used to be a policeman. Isn't it good to do such a thing?"

Mitchell raised his head sharply: "You finally believe that you used to be a policeman? Kevin! Do you remember something?"

Deng Kaiwen shook his head lightly, without saying a word.

"...It doesn't matter. After returning to Los Angeles, we will find someone to do hypnosis and surgery... In short, we will use everything you can think of."

Mitchell held the steering wheel with one hand, and tightly held Deng Kaiwen's hand with the other.The slightly rough and slightly cold skin was so familiar to the touch, it instantly made his nose sour.

He once thought that he would never be able to touch Deng Kaiwen's hands again in his life.

All kinds of sufferings yesterday seemed to have gone through countless back and forth in hell, but finally the nightmare passed and returned to the world.

Less than two hours after leaving New York, they arrived in Philadelphia.After filling up here, they reached Washington at midnight and continued southwest.

The highway stretches endlessly, connecting with the distant sky.

Deng Kaiwen fell asleep wrapped in a blanket, and when he woke up, he saw Mitchell still driving, with obvious fatigue on his face.

"Go to sleep for a while, I'll drive."

Mitchell shook his head and said with a smile: "I can still hold on, don't worry. Is there any smoke?"

Deng Kaiwen picked up one and handed it to him, "You can't do this, you'd better go to sleep, don't act like I can't drive."

"I know you will. But didn't you just come out of the hospital... Don't worry, I once drove forty hours without eating or drinking."

Deng Kaiwen stopped talking, and leaned against the car window to look at the ethereal lights of the highway.

There was silence in the carriage, and after a while he suddenly said, "Let's talk about your business, Mitchell."

Mitchell was very surprised: "Huh?"

"What's with the scar on your face?"

"..." Mitchell touched the scar, and said in a low voice for a long time: "I did it myself. You have not been here for more than a year, and I am often in a low mood..."

He paused, and suddenly said: "I was born in a police family. My grandfather was the chief of police, my father was the chief of the California police, and my mother's family ran hotels and investment banks. Although my family didn't talk about luxury when I was young, right?" , at least very rich and well-off... I lived a good life until my teens, until one day I met a man, his name was JazyDen."

Deng Kaiwen turned his head and quietly looked at the man's handsome and sad face.

Mitchell repeated to Kevin Deng how he met Jazy back then, this time in great detail, including Jazy's murder, the bribe money sent by the Hebrew family, and his suspicions about his parents afterwards.

Deng Kaiwen listened carefully and sometimes asked for some details.

"Jazy has a very deep influence on me. He is a very special person. He has the decisiveness and ruthlessness of gangsters, but also the kindness and enthusiasm of ordinary people in society. He does not believe in laws, but believes in rules, justice and morality. He has a very wonderful sense of value and right and wrong."

Deng Kaiwen was silent for a moment, "...he passed on this view of right and wrong to you?"

"Kevin, I...did...some wrong things before." Mitchell said with difficulty, "But I'm also trying my best to do what I think is right, to protect the... people I want to protect."

He couldn't help turning his head and inserting his fingers into Deng Kaiwen's smooth black hair: "Are there any bullet marks here? Are you still in pain?"

Deng Kaiwen shook his head quietly.

"I'm sorry..." Mitchell choked up, and after a while he said again: "I'm sorry..."

His emotions became more and more broken, and he finally stopped the car and put his head on the steering wheel. In the night, he could vaguely see his shoulders shrugging, and his hair standing on end, like a big bear that was hurt and whining.

Deng Kaiwen's eyes softened inch by inch, and finally he sighed and rubbed Mitchell's golden hair: "Sit over a bit, let me drive."