I love you, I won't kill you

Follow the path in front of the house to the neighbor's house, and step up the blue stairs in a few steps.Claire knocked on the narrow door, "Chicago police, please open the door!"

What Margaret was most worried about happened, she walked up to open the door and stared at her nervously, "Officer, what do you want?" After finishing speaking, she involuntarily glanced at the police officer on Claire's waist. gun.

"Hi, I'm Detective Claire Morgan of the Chicago Police Department. I have a few questions that I need to check with you." Claire suppressed the anger that was about to erupt, and asked politely.

"Detective? Uh... well, please come in." Margaret didn't expect a plainclothes policewoman to come.Judging from the self-introduction of the other party, it seems that her police rank is higher than that of ordinary uniformed patrol officers.

Claire walked into the living room on the first floor, carefully observed the furnishings, and said calmly, "Your neighbor called the police and heard someone making a loud noise in your home. So I will investigate your home to see if anyone wounded or bleeding."

"Loud noise? Detective, I think you misunderstood? Just now my nephew had some disputes with the neighbors. It's a trivial matter." Margaret habitually wanted to explain in front of the police.

"Argument? Trifle? That means there was an argument? Well, if you still want to explain, I'll let the judge give you that chance. Excuse me, where is your nephew Michael?"

"Uh...in the second room upstairs, Detective."

Claire stared at her, and walked quickly to the second floor without looking back.Margaret became more and more nervous about the development of the situation, because she saw that the female police detective had drawn her police gun and was holding it in her hand when she went upstairs.

The only thing Margaret can do now is to stay where she is. She can neither tell her nephew to run away, nor prevent the police from handling the case.Otherwise, she would also become a suspect in the case and be taken to the police station.

Claire is used to people who commit violent crimes or interfere with police law enforcement. She thinks it is very necessary to use force to force the other party to be arrested at this time.With guns in both hands, he slowly approached Michael's room, and then knocked on the door.

"Fuck, this damn woman still wants to sue me? Why do you say that I committed a crime, and why do you say that I tried to kill her. Damn, I have played with so many high school girls in China, and I have never seen any one who wants to sue me !” After Michael returned to the room, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to find something to vent.

First, he grabbed a metal baseball bat from behind the door and waved it violently into the air a few times.While waving it, he gritted his teeth fiercely, thinking about how to intimidate Julie.

Maybe the metal stick was too heavy or swung too hard, and Michael panted and threw the stick on the bed, lying on the bed and muttering, "Damn, I'm exhausted. This thing is too heavy, I have to use the one that is handy." Just do it."

In the past three years since he came to the United States, he has seen Remington shotguns sold in hardware stores, seen many local private gun shops, and seen people buying guns at random to rob and kill people, so Michael also wanted to own one. Take your personal firearms.Perhaps another idea he had was that in order to protect his own personal and property safety, he could use force to protect himself when others violated him.

At home, I dare not think or do this, but now it is in the United States, a country with more than 2.5 million guns in private hands, and a country where 40% of households own legal guns.So, buy your favorite firearm online, on the black market, or even at your local gun store.

Michael does not have a green card and is just an international student on a student visa, so he is not eligible to apply for a firearms license.But in order to satisfy his own curiosity or desire to possess force, he got a pistol through the underground black market.

Pulling out a shoe box from the bottom of the bed, Michael triumphantly opened the box.Take that silver .38-inch revolver and hold it up and down in the air to admire it.

"Bah bah!" There was a knock on the door, and Michael glanced at the door in disgust.He yelled indifferently, "Who is it? Stop knocking, and be careful if you knock again, I'm not polite to you!"

Usually, he would hear a nagging or scolding sound from his aunt outside the door.But today, he was surprised to hear a strange woman's voice, "Michael Lee? Chicago police, open the door!"

Michael did not believe that Julie would really call the police, nor did he believe that the police would come to the door so quickly.Suiji called out, "You said you are a policeman, do you have a police badge and a search warrant?" A policeman without a search warrant has no right to enter his room.At least in this point of legal common sense, he remembers it very clearly.

"Your neighbor has called the police. It is necessary for the police to find the person involved and inquire about the specific situation. Open the door!" Claire answered calmly, and was about to kick the door and enter.She believes that if the other party does not open the door in the next second, the suspect she faces is likely to escape through the window or use gun violence to resist law enforcement.

Michael felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly put the revolver into the shoebox.He strode to the door and opened the door, roaring, "I am Michael Lee, what the hell is going on?"

Claire didn't wear a patrol uniform, nor did she dress like a white-collar beauty in a suit.Michael asked strangely, "Are you a policeman? Huh, do you have a document?"

Putting the gun back into the holster, and holding up the badge on his chest, Claire said sharply, "Do your eyes grow to your buttocks? Look clearly, I'm Detective Morgan of the Chicago Police Department!"

When Michael realized that this was a real policeman, he was indeed flustered.When Claire was invited into the room, he subconsciously backed away from the bed. He wanted to kick the shoebox with the pistol under the bed with his heel.

If she hadn't gotten the case from Julie in advance, Claire might not have noticed what Michael was doing.When her vigilant eyes intersected with Michael's, she saw a trace of panic and an attempt to cover up something.

"Your neighbor called the police and there was a loud noise here. Were you there?" Claire asked.

"Officer, I didn't lose my temper. It's all because of that woman who came to my aunt's house and accused me of invasion of privacy, sexual harassment and other things." Michael hurriedly explained.

When Claire deliberately walked towards the bed, she asked, "Oh, then why did she come to your aunt's house and accuse you of molesting her?"

"Uh...uh... how do I know. I just peeked at her a few times, and I haven't touched her." Michael thought that Claire had found the shoebox where the gun was hidden, and he couldn't help but expose the crime.

"By the way, what did you say she accused you just now?" Claire had already noticed the shoe box at this time, and there were signs of artificial flipping.

"Officer, don't listen to that bitch's nonsense! The most annoying thing is that she actually wants to accuse me of attempted murder! It's ridiculous. I just took a peek. How could I think of murdering her?"

"Really? It's really funny! But, I see you sweat a lot. Are you nervous?"

"No...no! Why should I be nervous?"

The more eager to prove himself, the more it proves that Claire's judgment is correct.Calmly pointing at the shoebox, he asked Michael, "Can I see what's inside?" At this moment, while he wasn't paying attention, Claire was about to draw his gun.

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