Armed SWAT

At daybreak the next day they reached the Kentucky-Indiana border and proceeded to Louisville.

Deng Kaiwen got out of the car to buy coffee at a roadside gas station, and heard the news on the radio that Regulus Cherki, the young head of the Cherki family and the brightest rising star in the political arena, had been shot dead in a small street cafe.

He stood there blankly for a long, long time, even forgetting to breathe.

"What's wrong with you?" Mitchell walked into the convenience store, and at this time the radio had been changed to the latest horse betting news.

"……nothing."

Deng Kaiwen turned and walked out of the sliding door, and Mitchell hurriedly chased him out: "You look very bad, let me drive instead!"

Deng Kaiwen sat in the passenger seat without saying a word, and buried his face deeply in his palms.The scorching sun at noon reflected on his hair, and every tiny hair tip shone with a thin golden light.

Mitchell didn't get into the driver's seat, but stood outside the car door, leaned down and hugged him tightly, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"It's nothing."

"What's the matter?"

"..." Deng Kaiwen was silent for a moment, finally raised his head, and asked in a low voice, "How is your friendship with Regulus Cherki?"

"Did he go to you?" Mitchell immediately asked sensitively, "What happened to him?"

Deng Kaiwen was noncommittal: "Answer what I said."

"Well... At first I disliked him, because I knew you hated him, and he always pestered you. Later, this dislike developed into hatred. Later, because of him, I did something that I regret for the rest of my life."

Mitchell paused, and said with difficulty: "I once thought of him as an end."

"Finish?"

"Well, let him be the end of my kind of career. After him, I'll..."

Mitchell suddenly closed his mouth and smiled: "—it's nothing, I'll tell you later."

He sat in the driver's seat and started the car, habitually wanting to turn on the radio, suddenly Deng Kaiwen stopped him: "Don't move, let me be quiet for a while."

Mitchell withdrew her hand meekly, "Go to sleep for a while, your complexion is really bad."

The engine made a low roar, and the cabin quickly fell into silence again.

At noon that day they crossed southern Indiana and entered western Missouri.That night they traveled across Kansas to Denver.

Mitchell took a nap in the back seat and asked to drive when he woke up. Deng Kaiwen said without looking back: "Take a rest, I will replace you tomorrow morning."

"No, no, I can hold on, but you..."

"Which of the two of us do you think can stand it better?" Deng Kaiwen said while skillfully changing lanes and overtaking: "If you didn't come the day before yesterday, I planned to drive across the United States by myself."

Mitchell immediately expressed his loyalty: "I will definitely be with you. I went to New York because of you. After I met you in Orange, I immediately applied for a transfer and came to New York. If it wasn't for the GA guarding too tightly..."

"You are for yourself." Deng Kaiwen said casually.

Mitchell shut up at once, stretched his head over for a while, and rubbed the back of Deng Kaiwen's furry: "You're right. I'm fighting for myself."

The [-]-hour drive from Denver to Las Vegas was basically driven by Deng Kaiwen. He had excellent driving skills and was familiar with the road conditions. Mitchell hardly had a chance to touch the steering wheel when crossing the desert.

In the afternoon of the second day, they finally got off the NO.15 interstate highway, and then drove a certain distance to the southwest, and Los Angeles was just around the corner.They ate something at a roadside rest stop, Deng Kaiwen took another nap, and drove into Los Angeles as night fell.

Mitchell turned the steering wheel and asked, "Let's go live at my house, okay?"

He didn't dare to ask Deng Kaiwen how long he planned to stay in Los Angeles, so he could only inquire in a roundabout way.

Deng Kaiwen said: "Well, when I was a SWAT captain in Los Angeles, I should have a dormitory, or a house to live in. I want to go there first, why don't you send me?"

"Okay. But you used to live in a dormitory, and now the dormitory has been taken back by the police. No one has entered the house for a long time, and it must have accumulated a lot of dust..."

"I just want to go in and have a look." Deng Kaiwen smiled and said, "Well...see if I can think of anything."

Deng Kaiwen bought that house when he planned to marry Xinia.

During his time in New York after his amnesia, Mitchell was anxious about the mortgage on the house.He was afraid that the bank would take away the property rights, and he couldn't bear the sight of strangers bringing their wives and belts, cats and dogs, and the whole family living in the house where Deng Kaiwen used to rest alone.

But soon he discovered that the house was bought in full at the beginning, which made him really shocked by Deng Kaiwen's financial ability back then.

Deng Kaiwen worked in the FBI for eight years, and his position was mentioned again and again. Later, he became the captain of SWAT in Los Angeles, and his income was quite considerable.It's no surprise that a single young male with a good salary and no expenses has a coveted bank account.

In the night, the two-storey detached villa was dark, and the street lamps were dimly lit, making it look rather bad.Mitchell parked the car downstairs, and Deng Kaiwen pushed the garden door and said, "I don't have a key. Get ready to climb over the wall."

Before the words were finished, Mitchell jumped over the fence, opened the garden door from the inside, and made an inviting gesture.

"...you used to do this often?"

"You're not here, so what's the point of my sneak attack." Mitchell said as a matter of course.

Kevin Deng: "..."

The garden was filled with humid night air, and the lights in the garden were broken at some point. When he walked to the gate steps, the surroundings were dark. Deng Kaiwen turned around and asked, "How do you get in this time?"

His eyeballs were shining brightly in the dark, his lips were a little wet, and he could feel plump and soft just by looking at them.

Like a child seeing candy, Mitchell's eyes froze for a few seconds before he said, "Well, let's try smashing the glass."

"...this frosted glass?"

Both sides of the gate are inlaid with exquisite frosted carved glass, and the market price will never be less than one thousand dollars.Mitchell was silent for a while, and said sincerely: "Is it okay for me to pay for it after the smash?"

Deng Kaiwen, as the captain of the SWAT team who rushed to the front line, had smashed countless floor-to-ceiling windows in the operations of rescuing hostages and raiding drug dealers in the past.

"Okay..." he said painfully.

Mitchell found a brick from the garden, tested the weight in his hand, wrapped his hand in his clothes, took half a step back and smashed it hard.

There was a crisp sound, and the neighbor's dog barked.Mitchell reached in and quickly unscrewed the door, pulling Kevin Deng like a thief: "Come in! Come in!"

As soon as they turned on the headlights, the neighbor rushed out angrily: "What are you doing! Be careful and I will call the police!"

Mitchell took out his ID and shook it: "I'm a policeman! Go back to my home!" After saying that, he closed the door with his head in his arms, leaving the neighbor jumping wildly in the opposite garden.

The house had not been lived in for more than a year, and the carpets and furniture were thickly covered with dust. Deng Kaiwen looked around, and his eyes passed a thick gloom.

He thought of Sinia, and Regulus.

Those people just left him, never to return.

"Think of anything?" Mitchell asked as he patted his coat covered in dust and cobwebs.

"Well, I'd like to see the upstairs bedroom."

Mitchell suddenly raised his head and looked at Deng Kaiwen.

But Deng Kaiwen turned his back to him, unaware, turned around the hall and walked towards the stairs.

Mitchell frowned slightly, and watched him go up the stairs thoughtfully, and the slender figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs in a flash.

……

How did he know the bedroom was upstairs?

Of course, the bedrooms of most families are upstairs, but...

Mitchell patted the dust off the sofa and sat down in a place that wasn't too dirty. He was about to light a cigarette when suddenly there were a few muffled bangs from upstairs.

It was followed by Deng Kaiwen's voice: "Stop! Who is it!"

Mitchell got up suddenly, and rushed up the stairs in three steps and two steps.It was pitch black on the second floor. He flicked on the headlights, only to see Deng Kaiwen falling with a man in black in the corridor. The man was holding a gun in his hand!

Mitchell took out his police gun and yelled, "Don't move! Otherwise I'll shoot!"

The man still wanted to struggle, but what kind of skill was Deng Kaiwen?With an extremely sharp downward chop, he was knocked down to the ground, and then he stepped on the ribs. The man wanted to shoot, but Deng Kaiwen snatched the gun before he could pull the trigger.

Mitchell rushed over and put a gun to the man's head: "Don't move! Kevin, I have handcuffs in my pocket."

Deng Kaiwen took out the handcuffs from his trousers pocket, turned around lazily, and said, "Don't bother." He grabbed the man's hair and hit him hard on the back of the head. The man couldn't even speak. He fainted cleanly.

"...You knocked him unconscious, how do you interrogate him?"

"There is no need for an interrogation."

Deng Kaiwen skillfully searched the man's body, and quickly found a wallet, and threw the banknotes on the ground casually. He took out the ID and compared it with the man's face, it was obviously not the same person.

Then he straddled the man, took out his watch, keys, and mobile phone and checked them one by one, and finally found a small mark on the inside of the watch.

"The killer of the Hebrew family." Deng Kaiwen put away these odds and ends and said, "We are old acquaintances. Tie him up and throw him in the basement."

It may be that he has encountered too many assassinations in his life, and now Deng Kaiwen is generally very calm towards low-level killers.

He tied up the rookie killer, carried him downstairs with Mitchell, threw him into the basement where the wine was kept, and locked him up with a heavy lock.

When Mitchell came out, he was calling the police. Deng Kaiwen pressed his cell phone with one hand and said, "No need."

"Kevin, this matter must be handed over to the police, and I have to apply for someone to come over to protect you. The Hebrew family has already been eyeing you. Don't you want to confront them head-on?"

Deng Kaiwen said easily, "Yes."

Mitchell suddenly changed color: "You are crazy!"

"No."

"You are crazy, without the protection of the police, Epro will find you immediately! The Hebrew family will continue to send killers to kill you!"

"This can be put aside first."

"Kevin, listen to me, the Hebrew family must already know that you have returned to Los Angeles, and today they are just waiting, if I didn't come back with you..."

"Then I've followed this killer brother all the way into the old den of the Hebrew family."

Mitchell calmed down, stared at Deng Kaiwen without blinking, and said in a low voice for a while: "I can't let you take risks alone."

Kevin Deng smiled.

That smile was very cruel, as if a hunter looked at his prey who did not know how to live or die.

Mitchell was startled, and before he could make a move, Deng Kaiwen suddenly pulled out a pistol and aimed it at him.

At the same time, Mitchell's killer nerve conditioned reflex also took out the gun almost at the same moment, and pointed it directly at Deng Kaiwen.The arms of the two of them were intertwined in the air, their foreheads were pressed against the muzzle of the gun, and each other's shadow was reflected in each other's eyes.

Deng Kaiwen shook the muzzle of the gun and smiled: "Put down the weapon, Mitchell. Will you shoot me?"

Mitchell hesitated for a moment, and slowly lowered his gun.

At this moment, Deng Kaiwen slammed the pistol on Mitchell's forehead, boom!With a muffled sound, Mitchell's eyes went dark, and he fell softly to the ground.

"Kevin..."

He wanted to say something more, but his voice was hoarse.

The moment before he fell into a coma, he only saw Deng Kaiwen's condescending and indifferent eyes.At that moment he suddenly understood everything.

——Deng Kaiwen had already thought of everything, but he just kept it secret.

His memory had recovered as early as when he left New York.

It was too late to say anything at this time... Mitchell closed his eyes in despair, and the darkness engulfed him like a tide.