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When Old Mike came to the rescue, Richie Roberts felt slightly relieved, but his face still looked aggrieved. He lowered the muzzle of the gun but did not put it back into the gun bag. He still held it in his hand and stared at Sean warily.

Old Mike shook his head slightly. He was also so aggressive when he was young, but gradually his edges were smoothed out and he started to fall in line with others.

"Do you need to keep it as evidence?" Sean took off his clothes and pants, reached out to pick them up and handed them over.

"Give it to me." When Richie Roberts saw that old Mike was silent, he took a deep breath, reached out to take it with a cold face, and watched Sean walk towards the bathroom. He couldn't help but say again: "Hey, you..."

"Don't worry, I will open the bathroom door and let you watch me take a shower." Sean waved his hand and walked into the bathroom without looking back, without even looking at Richie Roberts.

The spray water flowed down and sprinkled on Sean's head. The water flowed through the wound on the back of the head, causing waves of stinging sensation, but Sean enjoyed it a little.

The stinging pain was so real, telling myself that everything was real.

I don’t know why, I died, but I was resurrected by this person named Sean Rockefeller, but the reason is no longer important, the most important thing is that I am alive.

The two memories, including emotions, were all merged together and inherited by him now, as if the soul was completely fused.

Since this is the United States, from now on, I am Sean K. Rockefeller!

K stands for king, which is also the inheritance of the surname "王".

As for the trouble just now...

Gangs fight, machine guns fire, it is indeed a country where the air is filled with the breath of freedom.

This is very American!

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath of the air called freedom with a look of enjoyment on your face, and the sweet smell of desire hits your nostrils.

Nothing suits you better than here!

He stretched out his hand, poured water on his hand, and slowly clenched his fists. The corners of Sean's mouth curled up slightly. He felt that he had caught the pulse of time.

In the living room, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Richie Roberts frowned and looked at Old Mike, "Mike, don't you think this guy is acting too abnormally?"

"You have seen what the scene looked like. It was just like a battlefield. Who knows how many bullets those guys fired. To be hit in the head and still run home under such circumstances is definitely not what an ordinary pizza shop waiter can do.

of."

"How can ordinary people remain calm and refute when questioned by the police after experiencing a shooting, homicide and injury?"

"I know the man who died. He was a gang member. There are no outsiders in the pizza shop. I'm sure this guy inside is a gang member!"

"As long as we open a breach in him, we can find out who committed the murder!"

Old Mike pulled up a chair and sat down, and said slowly: "You can ask slowly when you go back."

In fact, old Mike didn't suspect Sean at all. He had been a police officer for nearly thirty years, and there was nothing that could be hidden from him on the streets of Newark.

The fat black man who died was named Daniel, nicknamed "Truck," and he was the gang boss in this area. This was a typical gang vendetta, with a strong warning.

The perpetrator was a veteran, he acted quickly, cleanly, and was ruthless, without any concern for the lives and lives of ordinary people. He was very familiar with the way he acted, and he was the only one in Newark.

Mafia family ‘Salamanga’.

There is no evidence and there is no need for it, these are all experiences.

It was impossible to solve the case. The Salamanga family had been standing for decades and had a very mature set of rules of action. After the case was completed, the members of the action team were now out of New Jersey.

As for Sean, Old Mike didn't think he was a gang member. He had been in the police system for thirty years, and he could smell gang members from a few hundred meters away.

As for why he behaved so differently from ordinary people in the face of vendetta attacks and injuries, maybe it was due to his special experience or his strong heart. Everyone had their own secrets, and Old Mike didn't care.

After drying his body with a towel, the wound on the back of his head was flushed by the water and blood began to seep out. Sean didn't care and walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed expression, found a set of clean clothes and put them on.

"Let's go, police officers. It's a pity. It seems that you didn't call an ambulance, so you have to go to the hospital first." Sean said with a smile when he walked up to Mike and the two.

"You... wait until you get to the police station. I'll see how arrogant you are." Richie glared at Sean and bit his lower lip.

"Really? Then I think you must have misunderstood something." Sean's expression remained unchanged as he walked past Richie and walked out the door, "I am an employee of the pizza shop and the victim of this shooting.

One of them was injured in the attack and suffered huge mental shock and trauma. As a taxpayer, isn't it a reasonable request for me to go to the hospital for medical treatment?"

"You don't look like a traumatized person." Rich snorted.

"Only doctors are qualified to judge this. Now, I am going to close the door. Can the two police officers come out first?"

"FK!" Richie cursed in a low voice with an ugly face, and old Mike walked out as if nothing happened.

After locking the door, Sean walked in front of the two of them, "I won't complain about your insult to me, so you're welcome."

…

"Here." A man with brown hair, side-parted hair, and a rectangular face full of wrinkles stood at the door of Sean's room.

Reaching out and knocking on the door, "bang bang bang."

"Sean, open the door!"

After not seeing anyone for a while, the man frowned, turned around and walked towards the neighbor's house next to him.

Knock on the door, say hello, and the door opens a crack.

"Hello, my name is Saul, Saul Goodman, and I am a lawyer." Saul handed over his business card and said, "I'm here to see Sean. When does he usually come back?"

"Him?" The black man looked down at the poster, then opened the door completely, "Normally it's 10 o'clock at night, but if you want to find him, you'd better go to the police station. Two policemen just came and took Sean away.

gone."

"Taken away? Why?"

"Then I don't know." The black man shook his head and said with regret.

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Sol thanked him and returned to his broken Suzuki. After several efforts, he finally started the engine and drove toward the police station after a puff of black smoke came out.

…

The police car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Sean, who opened the car door and got out of the car, did not enter the hospital. Instead, he turned around and blocked the car door. He leaned over and said to Richie who was about to get out of the car: "At first glance, you look like a newbie in the industry."

Richie said nothing, staring at Sean with a dark face, waiting for the next step.

"If I were you, you would have closed the door and beat me hard when you were at my house. No one would have seen it anyway, and the police officer who was watching would obviously not be able to testify for me that you beat me.

."

"And I am about to enter the hospital now. After a series of examinations, the number of injuries I sustained will be recorded. So, unfortunately, you lost your only chance to vent your anger, Mr. Honest Police Officer."

"You!!" Richie gritted his back molars, his face getting darker.

"Believe me, young man, even if I don't do anything, I will still have many ways to teach you a lesson." Old Mike opened the car door and walked out.

"Don't be angry, I don't mean any harm." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "Believe me, I am doing it for his own good. Being a policeman who is too upright will harm him."

Sean and Mike were walking in front, while Richie was walking behind like a follower. His face was dark the whole time and he was secretly exerting himself.

"It seems that the bullet hit the back of your head after ricocheting indoors. The bullet has no more kinetic energy. Otherwise, you should be in the morgue now." A young doctor said, holding up the film in his hand.

"Except for the 3cm long wound on the back of his head, he suffered a slight concussion."

"In the past few days, there will be some disturbance of consciousness, followed by forgetfulness of recent events, and other symptoms, such as dizziness, nausea, tinnitus, insomnia, photophobia, anorexia, vomiting, etc. It will usually be better after a week."

"You are very lucky, thank the Lord."

"I also feel very lucky." Sean grinned, showing his standard eight teeth.

"No need for anesthesia, just stitches." In the surgical emergency room, Sean smiled and waved to the doctor holding anesthesia.

"Are you sure, it hurts a lot." The doctor looked at Sean in surprise.

"Pain can make people remember things better, and it will remind me to remember." Sean squinted and said, "I will never give others the chance to point a gun at me again!"

The doctor shrugged and said nothing, then picked up the curved needle and penetrated the skin of the wound directly. The muscles on Sean's face kept beating, but his body remained motionless.

Seeing the skin and flesh being penetrated by needles, lifted, pulled, sutured, and knotted, Richie swallowed subconsciously, and felt that Sean was a pervert, and that normal people would not be able to do this kind of behavior.

Old Mike took a deep look at Sean, then turned around and walked out, leaning against the wall outside the emergency room and taking a nap.

…

After waiting for a long time, Saul almost fell asleep on his seat, and finally saw Sean walking over next to the two policemen.

He stood up and straightened his suit, showed a professional smile, stood up and strode forward to greet him.

"Hello, officers, I'm Sean's lawyer, my name is Saul Goodman."

Richie took Saul's lawyer's card and looked at it in shock. However, the three of them were together all the way, and Sean never called a lawyer at all.

"Your client just happened to be at the scene of a shooting and homicide, and escaped with injuries. We suspect that he was a participant in the shooting." Rich didn't like the lawyer very much, and handed back the lawyer's card with a cold face.

"As a legal citizen and taxpayer, my client was injured in the gunfight. The security environment in Newark has become worse and worse in recent years. This is the negligence of the police. I will question the police work on behalf of my client. We

Where are all the taxpayers' money spent?" Saul immediately showed the lawyer's untouchable side.

Although I don’t know exactly what happened, it’s right to raise questions.