Armed SWAT

When Mitchell woke up, he found himself handcuffed behind his back by the fireplace.

——The pair of handcuffs that were pulled out of his pocket finally came in handy at this moment.

Deng Kaiwen knelt on one knee and poured water into his mouth, choking Mitchell coughing again and again: "Kevin, Kevin, slow down, cough cough... cough cough..."

"Answer me honestly, don't say another word." Deng Kaiwen stood up, threw the water glass casually, sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and looked down at Mitchell.

His gaze reminded Mitchell of the tough, cold-blooded, handsome and ruthless devil boss in the SWAT training camp a long time ago.

"You remember it all," he sighed, panting.

Deng Kaiwen was noncommittal, and said coldly: "Answer me, was Regulus killed by someone you sent?"

Mitchell was shocked: "Regulus is dead?!"

"answer me!"

"...No...No...No, I didn't send someone to kill him." Mitchell's voice became agitated: "We promised to cooperate, how could I kill him?! I told him the news about you in New York! How could I kill him?!"

The small living room is carpeted, orange lights are on, and thick curtains are drawn.In the silence, only the breathing of the two of them was heard. Deng Kaiwen slowly shook his head for a while, and said in a low voice: "Are you forcing me to break through the past..."

He paused, and said, "—Spike Fang?"

Mitchell was overwhelmed with thunder, unable to speak a word for a long time.

"The day I came out of the AIDS quarantine center, we drank all night in the hotel of Mrs. Landers' family. Regulus came to see me the next morning. Look at my face and think I don't like Regulus. Les, so when we were having breakfast, you took a sniper rifle and climbed up to the tall building next to us... But you didn't expect that although I don't like Regulus, I would be willing to block bullets for him."

"You don't understand," Deng Kaiwen said in a low voice, "Although I don't like that man, there is always a kind of person in this world. You don't like him, but you can't let him go."

Mitchell's eyes were red, and he said hoarsely for a while: "I was wrong, Kevin..."

"You're so wrong." Deng Kaiwen interrupted him, and said calmly: "When I lost my memory, I used to think hard and couldn't understand why someone would feed a bullet to my head? Why didn't Epro help me? Revenge, at least not blood for blood? Now I know the answer. Because you were the one who killed me, Mitchell."

"No, don't say it, Kevin!" Mitchell's tears rolled down instantly, his handsome face looked embarrassed: "Don't say it! Don't say it anymore!"

"Because I remember, when I boarded the Neptune, I had the face of Regulus Cherki on my face... And who is the most wanted person in the world? - It's you, Spike You pulled the trigger on Regulus who was a hundred meters away, but you didn't expect me to be the one who fell down."

"Epuro once told me that if one day I meet someone who made me fall into this situation, just ask him why, and he will make his life worse than death." Deng Kaiwen sighed: "I didn't understand what he meant at the time." , now I understand. You have lied to me too much, and at this point, you can't even answer a simple 'why'..."

"Kevin..." Mitchell's voice was hoarse and painful: "Kevin..."

Deng Kaiwen sat on the sofa, looked down at the man, saw his red eye sockets and messy blond hair, and suddenly felt a heavy feeling of helplessness in his heart.

How can he deal with Spike, hit or kill?

Sinia was dead, and so was Regulus.

Those who used to be by his side, who were close to him, and who accompanied him through those years, all left one by one.

What else can he do with Mitchell now?

After a long while, he asked slowly: "You are Spike...Pierre Landers also knows?"

Mitchell nodded, his voice trembling: "I know. When I was in college..."

"In the beginning, I just wanted to investigate the cause of Jazy's death, to investigate the evidence of Adams Hebrew and his family's drug trafficking, but slowly, the water got deeper and deeper, and more and more high-ranking people were involved... ...The only child of Director Landers is no longer enough, so I just..." Mitchel paused, as if mentioning the name Spike in front of Deng Kaiwen made him feel extremely embarrassed.

"So you started killing people." Deng Kaiwen said flatly, "In the name of Spike."

Mitchell never felt that he had missed anything. He only felt that he had tried his best. Some things were done, and some things were not done, but it was limited by his ability and could not be regarded as his fault.

But now, when he knelt down in front of Deng Kaiwen with his hands bound, he felt that he had been slapped severely in the face after only hearing his indifferent words.

He even felt out of breath, and his eyes were dark.

Deng Kaiwen raised his head, did not look at Mitchell, stared at the heavy shadow on the ceiling, and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later... I started to get in touch with higher-level underworld organizations, the ones with the same weight as the Hebrew family, such as GA. Through the Hebrew family's drug trafficking route, I investigated GA's heir Stanley, and then I started Try to deal with him."

Deng Kaiwen lost his mind for a while, and said indifferently: "You are really good at dealing with people. Then?"

There was no emotion in his tone, but Mitchell suddenly shuddered.

"I got in touch with Stanley very quickly. He knew that I was often active in the West, so he entrusted me to kill a man...a high-level police officer who had just been transferred from the FBI in New York to the Los Angeles Police Department. People who want to get in touch with the Hebrew family through Stanley, don't want to work hard on other things, but feel that Stanley's entrustment is just a small matter, and building a good relationship with GA's heir may be of great use in the future..."

Deng Kaiwen interrupted him: "That high-level police officer is me, right?"

Mitchell gritted his teeth and nodded: "I didn't expect it to be you. In fact, when I was in the training camp, when I was in the training camp... I just... I already treated you..."

Deng Kaiwen looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Mitchell couldn't go on.

In fact, he felt a long time ago that Deng Kaiwen was simply a god above the altar to him.

He used to be an iron-blooded and ruthless underworld prince, whom Epro loves like a treasure, and everyone in the eastern gangsters fears him; but once he rebelled, he retreated cleanly and worked in the FBI for eight years. He appears in every major case. If you have qualifications, you must have qualifications, and if you need records, you must have records.

He is the most valiant police officer, tough, smart, and kind-hearted, always appearing on the most dangerous and cruel front lines.He is ruthless to the perpetrators and decisive in killing; he is gentle and reliable to the victims, just like a real patron saint.

Mitchell knows that he has too many things to compare with him.

Everyone in the SWAT team thinks that Mitchell is sincere, optimistic and positive, and he is a good brother who can get along with each other; but only he knows that the surface of people is fake, and the one who is really kind and compassionate is actually Deng Kaiwen.

In order to get in touch with members of the Hebrew family, he once went to hook up with the ruthless gangster drug dealers and call them brothers; however, when the police surrounded the drug dealers' dens, it was Deng Kaiwen who held the gunfire of the drug dealers alone, and it was Deng Kaiwen who rushed in. At the scene of the drug deal, Abel Hebrew was killed on the spot.

He once felt that the things he did in the name of a killer were not [-]% completely correct, but at least half of them were out of justice; although they were flawed in the law, they were reasonable.Compared with those high-sounding and oily police officials, he felt that he had a clear conscience.

It wasn't until he met Deng Kaiwen that he learned what bowing his head was.

Deng Kaiwen looked at him silently, his eyes were heavy and heavy, and he couldn't speak further.

He couldn't even express his admiration and yearning.

"Sinia Miranda was accused of being Spike, you probably did it too, right?" Deng Kaiwen asked suddenly after a long while.

"...It's me. 'The Rat' Thomson is my contact, and only he knows who I am... That bar called Hall is where the bounty killers and brokers meet."

"So then you found out that I was interrogating Thomson late at night, afraid that I would find clues and blow up Hall in a few days?"

Mitchell nodded, panting.

The room was silent for a while, and finally he couldn't help but looked up at Kaiwen Deng quickly, and said in a hoarse voice, "But I didn't kill Sinia? One of the people did it!"

Deng Kaiwen looked down at him calmly.

"I... I saw that woman at Stanley's place before. I knew she was a little bit wrong. She took drugs. Later, I found out that she approached you deliberately, so I did a little research and found out that she was also sent by Stanley to harm you... ..."

Deng Kaiwen interrupted him again: "Xinia didn't harm me. She left a gun and a letter that she was about to commit suicide—after you framed her as a wolf tooth, I found her suicide note."

Mitchell asked in disbelief: "...that's why you lynched 'rat' Thomson late at night? Because of her letter, you discovered my doubts?"

Deng Kaiwen looked at him and smiled faintly: "Unexpectedly, Langya... A wise man will make mistakes if he thinks about it, not to mention that you are good at calculating, but you are not really a person of great wisdom."

Mitchell reflexively wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, the handcuffs tightened and rattled: "Kevin! Listen to me! I know she was sent by Stanley. I planted my head on her head and then washed my hands, I even dealt with the 'rat' and HALL..."

"It's a pity that you failed to rein in the precipice, that's why the bullet on the Neptune was shot at Regulus." Deng Kaiwen interrupted him for the last time, his voice was very gentle, but Mitchell was speechless for a while.

"Mitchell..." He stood up, approached condescendingly, and said, "I'm done asking, let's go."

Mitchell seemed to have something blocked in his throat, choked with soreness.

Deng Kaiwen uncuffed him, patted him gently on the shoulder, and said, "The gate is over there, go out by yourself, I won't see you off."

"I... I didn't kill Regulus? Cherki!" Mitchell opened his mouth, tears rolled down involuntarily: "I really didn't kill him! I really didn't! I really..."

"I know." Deng Kaiwen said, "otherwise you would be dead by now."

"Then why did you drive me away?!"

Deng Kaiwen asked gently: "Do you want me to go?"

"..." Mitchell didn't know what to say. He stood up staggeringly, trying to grab Deng Kaiwen's shoulder, but just as he raised his hand, he put it down weakly.

"Then I... I'll go first, you have a good rest." Mitchell walked towards the door like a wandering spirit, and couldn't help but turn around, trembling and carefully asked: "I'll come...to see you again tomorrow, is that okay? "

Deng Kaiwen stood in the shadow in front of the fireplace, watching him quietly, without saying a word.

Mitchell understood. He buried his face deeply in his palms, his shoulders trembling violently.

Deng Kaiwen was unmoved.

After a while, Mitchell suddenly said sharply: "I will avenge Regulus Cherki!"

"..." Deng Kaiwen returned him a very faint smile.

Mitchell clenched his fists, his nails dug deep into the flesh, almost bleeding.He stared at Deng Kaiwen for a few seconds, then turned around and strode out the door.

The courtyard was pitch black, and his tall figure quickly disappeared in the dim light of the street lamps.