After watching Isha exit the door and seeing the girl's red leather shoes under the crack in the door.

Calvin walked up to the sleeping man. He looked at him for a moment, then expertly pulled out a box of cigarettes from the man's pocket.

And even so, the man still didn't wake up...... He just frowned and changed to another uncomfortable position, the deep lines of his eyebrows making him look much older than his actual age.

Calvin sat down next to the man and lit a cigarette.

He stared blankly at the rising smoke, and after a few seconds, he calmly pressed it against the back of the man beside him.

"Whew, fuck, fuck, mom—"

The man let out a shrill curse mixed with screams, and his body wrapped in the gray trench coat bounced violently, and before he could open his eyes, he had already reached into the trench coat, but the hard object that should have been in his memory was not where it should be.

The moment he realized this, he suddenly came to his senses, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. The muscles of his whole body tensed, and he made a subconscious defensive move-

"Are you looking for this?"

Calvin sat upright on the couch as he held out a finger and picked up the trigger of an M1911.

The man was stunned, he stared at Calvin blankly, as if he was trying to combine the situation in front of him with reality, and the next second, his entire body relaxed.

"Oh, damn it—Calvin?!" he swore as he reached the back of his hand to his eyes, looking at the red marks on it from the cigarette butts, "Is this a greeting gift?

Calvin sneered, and he threw the gun in his hand at the man.

"Just a legal brother, Isaac. If I were your target, you would be dead by this time. ”

He looked at the man who was hurriedly loading the gun back into its place, and said coldly.

"Because it's you and I who aren't vigilant...... Hell, do you remember how you cried like a puppy in my bed sheets for the first two years of your visit, and told me you wanted to sleep with me? ”

Isaac Holden wiped his face vigorously and snarled at Calvin.

Calvin let out a cold snort from his nose, and he stood up from the couch with his hands around his chest.

"Don't make up things that don't exist, if I remember correctly, the one who is afraid of ghosts, lightning, and the dark is not me, 'Brother Izak', think about it, if you don't have puberty, I'm afraid until now you are still hiding in my quilt and shivering during thunderstorms. ”

Aisak's eyes widened as if he had been stabbed by an invisible stinger, and he stretched out his hand towards Calvin, "Are you serious? Calvin? Are we really going to continue to settle old scores like this? Or do you think I really don't have any trouble with you?"

"You speak as if I have more troubles than yours. ”

Calvin walked up to Isaac step by step, tilting his head slightly and glaring at his adoptive brother, Dr. Holden's son. And Isaac glared at him without showing weakness.

They maintained a-for-tat posture and confronted each other for a moment with that sharp gaze.

After a few seconds, Calvin reached out and tapped Isaac on the shoulder.

"Hey, man. You're back. ”

Calvin whispered.

Isaac stretched out his arm and hugged him ferociously, his hands slapping Calvin's back hard.

"Yes, I'm back...... Finally. ”

After a while, Isaac let go of Calvin.

"You look good. ”

He said to Calvin.

"Better than you. Calvin responded, "They finally let you go?"

Isaac rubbed his face again, and he let out a long sigh that seemed to come out of his lungs.

"That's right, they're going to have to let me go, and I'm not going out again. Isaac licked his lips, "I'm being transferred to the LAPD now, yes, you'll have to call Mr. Detective in the future, which honestly sounds pretty cool......"

Calvin didn't wait for Isaac to finish speaking again.

"Forgot to ask, how are your wounds doing?"

Isaac was stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay, it's actually quite a pity, isn't it? The nurse in that hospital is quite upright......"

Calvin lowered his head and glanced at the back of his hand.

"Not going to work tomorrow?"

"I'm not going to report until next Monday, and they gave me a little time to work on the ......"

"Good. ”

Calvin whispered.

Then, his fist slammed into Isach's face.

"Bang-"

With a muffled thud, Isaac's head tilted to the side, and a mouthful of blood splattered from the corner of his grinning mouth.

"This punch is for Dr. Holden. ”

Calvin gave an explanation for his sharp fists.

"Hmm......"

Isaac snorted, then instinctively grabbed Calvin's wrist bone with his hand and twisted it to the side.

But Calvin's expression didn't change in the slightest, and he twisted his shoulders with the force of Isaac and slammed his knee into Isaac's abdomen. Isaac ducked backwards, his astonishing dexterity that didn't match his tall size. Calvin's hard knees brushed only the hem of his clothes, and the stunningly beautiful young man methodically continued to raise his palm and slash at Azac's throat, and his brother had to tilt his head back to avoid the near-murderous knife. Calvin's body was as soft as a poisonous snake, and after a failed blow, he wrapped his way around Isack's wrist, and then slammed it in the direction of the joint.

"Wow,—"

Isaac's facial muscles contorted for a moment, and he let out a roar. Calvin's blow just now directly dislocated his right arm.

"Don't-Gal-"

Isaac tried to stop Calvin, but the latter didn't seem to intend to give him the chance.

"This punch is because I want to punch you. ”

Like a programmed machine, Calvin said calmly as his fist slammed into Isach's face.

Isaac dodged the punch a little wolfishly, his dislocated arm making it a little difficult for him to keep his balance.

"Wait-I'm throwing in-Calvin?!"

Isaac continued to shout.

However, as if completely unaware of Isaac's pleas for mercy, Calvin continued to attack Isaac's weakness, agility, strength, and lethality. Isaac had to launch a real counterattack, and he tried to twist Calvin's joint, but it only allowed him to get another powerful knee to his crotch. Isaac's body suddenly slumped, and he almost screamed, but Calvin stopped him with a fist.

The tall brunette flew out in the overly powerful punch, and he smashed a wooden box inlaid with cheap sequins and fake ostrich feathers, but the real fabric was no less than the size of a palm, and a dancer costume scattered out of the box.

"And this punch is because I want to punch you. ”

Calvin slowly walked in front of the wreckage of the wooden crate, and he looked down at Aizac and said.

Then he pulled a band-aid out of his pocket, carefully tore it open, and stuck it to his own bleeding joint.

Isaac collapsed into the pink ostrich feathers and the fragments of the wooden box, and after a while, he let out a □□.

"...... I don't care about you...... It really hurts. ”

He used his left elbow to cover his face.

Calvin stood motionless beside him.

"He'd love to see you. "He didn't say it, but I know he wants to see you." ”

Isaac lay on the ground, as quiet as a real corpse.

It was a long time before his voice squeezed out from under his elbows.

“…… I do not know. I was ...... Still on the mission...... No one sued me, God, I really don't know. The old man looked like he could live into the next century, and I always felt like I had time...... This is the last mission, really the last ......"

Isaac's voice was out of tune, nasal and comical.

All the disguised lightness and toughness dissipated like soap bubbles.

Calvin stood straight in the middle of the room like a javelin, listening to the ugly, fragile cry of another man.