American TV series

August 6, 1984, Huntington Pizza Store, Jones Street, Newark, New Jersey.

There were only three diners in the store, a fat bald black man was eating steak, and the other two were sitting at the door, flipping through the newspapers in their hands boredly.

The back door of the kitchen was opened from the outside, and a tall, handsome white man with a tall nose and deep eyes rushed into the back kitchen and hugged him heavily under the astonished eyes of the boss and chef.

"Sean, what are you doing?" the fat boss asked with a frown after breaking away.

The man named Sean shouted with excitement: "I'll tell you good news, I'm here to resign with you!"

"Damn it, you're crazy, say it again." The fat boss' face instantly turned foul.

"I fucking quit, hahaha. I just got a call. My bastard father, whom I have never met, died. I inherited a large inheritance!" Sean's face flushed with excitement and he waved his fist hard.

.

At this time, there was a sharp brake sound, and a silver-white Buick stopped in front of the pizza shop.

The car door opened, and two bald twin brothers, one on the left and one on the right, wearing silver-gray suits and neatly trimmed beards, got out of the car.

"Boss, we are from Salamanga family!" The two people sitting at the door put down their newspapers and looked up.

The fat black man didn't seem to hear anything, he still lowered his head and ate the steak with gusto, quite as if he was undisturbed even if a mountain collapsed in front of him.

Without any nonsense, the bald man in a silver-gray suit lifted his lapel and pulled out two submachine guns from his arms.

"Da da da" "ta da da" sound of metal storm raging.

The two bodyguards were beaten into pieces before they could react. The fat black man, who looked calm just now and looked like a general, turned around and ran away. As soon as he stood up, he was hit by bullets and knocked to the ground.

After a bunch of bullets were fired, the bald man threw the submachine gun back into the car, pulled out the pistol from his waist again, pointed it at the still squirming fat black man and pulled the trigger frantically until the sound of empty gunshots came. The two glanced at each other expressionlessly.

Throw the pistol into the car again.

Get out of the car, kill people, get in the car, and leave, 30 seconds before and after, leaving only the pizza shop that was ravaged by the metal storm like a deserted area and five corpses lying in a pool of blood.

Sean was lying on the ground, his eyes widened, and his fingers digging into the ground tightly. His face was full of fear, despair, and unwillingness. I haven't inherited a large inheritance yet, and I haven't had time to enjoy life.

In the dead silence of the pizza shop, Sean's body suddenly twitched, and the bones and flesh on the back of the head began to slowly squirm. A metal bullet that had been inserted more than half was slowly squeezed out, and fell to the ground with a 'ding' sound, breaking the scene.

of deathly silence.

"Ah!!" With a painful groan, Wang Zhen sat up from the ground, covering the back of his head.

Who said death by a bullet through the brain would be painless?

He let out a gentle breath and brought his hand from the back of his head to his eyes, blood dripping from his palm onto his body.

He glanced at the messy storefront and grabbed the bullet next to him with his bloody palms.

I got shot in the head again... maybe.

The blood on my hands proves that all this is true. Although I am not a good person, but...

Waves of dizziness came over him, his head hurt terribly, and there were double images in front of his eyes. His mind seemed to have been thrown into a wall-breaking machine, his thoughts were in chaos, and Wang Zhen covered his head and screamed again.

My mind was like a mess and I couldn't think properly at all. I only had one thought: the police would be arriving at the murder scene soon and I had to leave here immediately.

My head hurt and my mind was confused. I only vaguely remembered that there was a back door here. After staggering a few steps, I gradually regained my balance. The moment I opened the back door, I recalled the words I heard before I died, 'Salamanga's house'!

No matter who it is, I will remember you. Wang Zhen suddenly closed his palms and held the warhead tightly.

Walking to the back street, I raised my hand to cover my dazzling eyes, and walked in one direction with my head drowsily. I instinctively remembered that I had my own residence here.

Sean just walked on the street with blood all over his body. When he got home in a daze, it took him a long time to open the door. The moment the door closed, Wang Zhen lost his strength and fell to the ground, unconscious.

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…

The noisy police car sounded, and the pizza shop was quickly surrounded by the police. The police raised their guns, their faces were tense, and their steps were brisk. The gangsters had already run away, and they were just showing off.

"Well, it seems that the gangster has escaped." He put the pistol back and glanced at the scene. A young man looked at the messy scene and said in surprise: "Did this start a fucking war? How many shots were fired?

?!"

"There is another person." Another older policeman said standing where Sean was lying just now.

"Old Mike, are you sure?"

"Look here." The white man who was called Mike walked to the back door, pointed at the blood stains on the door handle and said, "The man opened the door from here and left."

"Okay, I'll go find the nearby shops and residents and ask." He turned around and walked out.

Two hours later...

"Here," Mike Ermenshott looked up at the house number and confirmed it again.

"Bang, bang, bang." Richie Roberts knocked hard on the door, "Is anyone there?"

"Bang bang bang..."

"Sean, I know you are at home. Open the door. We are the police. Please cooperate with the investigation of a homicide. If you don't open the door, I will break in!"

In the room, Sean's eyelids moved and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were unfocused, and it was obvious that he was not fully awake yet.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Richie Roberts took a few steps back and then suddenly rushed forward and slammed into the door.

After a few blows, the overwhelmed door was knocked open with a bang, and Mike rushed in immediately with a pistol raised. At a glance, he saw Sean, covered in blood, slowly getting up from the ground.

"Don't move, police!"

Turning over and sitting on the ground, Sean looked up at the black hole of the gun pointed at his head, then at the police badges on the two men, and said calmly: "I see, then, the two police officers

What's wrong with breaking into my house?"

First, I got the information from the neighbor of the pizza shop, then found the address and came to the door. It took almost two hours, and now Sean is much better.

Old Mike looked at each other, obviously surprised that Sean was so calm, "Two hours ago, Huntington's Pizza on Jones Street, do you still need me to remind you?"

"Okay, although I can tell you directly that I was in the kitchen when the attack happened and I don't know who shot him. I am the victim and not the criminal, but..." Sean shrugged and got up from the ground.

, looked down at the bloody clothes and palms on his body, then raised his head and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to take a shower. This is really uncomfortable."

"Also, call an ambulance for me, or take me to the hospital first." Sean stretched out his hand and pointed toward the back of his head: "There is a big hole here. Although the blood has coagulated, wound debridement and debridement are still needed.

Stitch.”

Are you teaching me how to do something?

Richie Roberts pointed the gun at Sean and moved it. You need to know your identity clearly. You are a suspect and I am the police!

It's never your turn to give me orders!

"Don't move, I advise you not to move." Richie Roberts, whose authority was provoked, said with a cold face: "You fled from the crime scene. Before there is no evidence to prove that you are not a criminal, you'd better be honest.

"

Sean frowned, looked at Richie Roberts up and down, took a deep breath and said, "If you can find this place, you must already know that I am an employee of the pizza shop."

"Why couldn't the employee be one of the murderers?"

"Whether you can prove that I am guilty or not is your problem. Until it is impossible to prove that I am a criminal, then I am innocent. I am a legal citizen and a taxpayer. Being innocent beyond doubt is the civilization and progress of modern criminal justice.

It is the basic protection of human rights. I advise you not to get yourself into trouble. I can definitely accuse you of human rights violations and abuse." Sean stared at the other person without giving in. As a criminal, the first thing is to understand how to communicate with the police.

deal with.

As a white man, I would not dare to shoot someone without a sufficient reason.

And this is America where the air is full of freedom, police?

ha!

Richie Roberts was stunned for a moment after being told this. He also noticed the problem, but it was very shameless. "I don't think a pizza waiter knows anything about the legal provisions."

"Ha, you now have another charge. You are discriminating against people in the service industry. You are a police officer. You represent the police system. What you mean is that the entire Newark police system discriminates against people in the service industry.

?" A mocking smile appeared on Sean's lips, which made Richie Roberts even more angry.

As a mature gangster who has experienced countless trials and tribulations, isn't it a basic quality to take quotes out of context and expand them infinitely?

If he suffered a loss in the quarrel, Sean felt that he would be sorry for the party and the country, the people, and the sick physical education teacher.

"You, you fart!" Richie Roberts' face turned red. It was impossible to shoot, but...it was difficult to get off the tiger.

"Okay, young man, aren't you going to take a shower?" Old Mike didn't want to talk at first. He was going to retire in a few days. He actually didn't want to care about this kind of thing.

Looking up at Old Mike, who spoke for the first time since entering the door, he was calm and quiet, without the aggressive smell of Richie Roberts next to him. Sean grinned, "I don't know the name of this police officer yet."

"Just call me Old Mike."

"Old Mike, okay, thank you."

After that, he stopped looking at Richie Roberts and started taking off his clothes.

…

New York State, Westchester County.

On the upper reaches of the Hudson River, an hour's drive from Manhattan Island in New York, lies a world-famous manor. The manor covers an area of ​​4,000 acres and 16 million square meters, which is equivalent to the size of five Old Summer Palaces.

Its owner's name is: Rockefeller family.

"Are you ready for tomorrow's funeral?" A middle-aged lady wearing a white skirt asked the old housekeeper in front of her.

"Everything is ready, madam." The butler with an extremely neatly trimmed beard bowed slightly in a British manner.

"Did the illegitimate child notify you?"

"Notified."