Everyone has their own way of life, which has nothing to do with right or wrong, it is personality that determines how a person will choose to solve problems when facing things. Chekov is a rough man who can only swing his fists, he can't chop one thing into one hundred and eighty pieces with a knife and put it back together in his own way like he did on the weekend, the only thing this bear can do is to crush one thing completely, and look for different colors from the exact same scraps to determine whether it is his key point.

However, he did just that.

Chekov went home, and while Matthew, Porter and other bureau leaders were worried about their injuries over the weekend, and many colleagues were waiting for a result in the hospital, he drove the blue Raptor all the way through the streets of Los Angeles to the shouts of the owner behind him. When he got home, the man rushed straight to the family's warehouse, which was a very small room with a wooden board nailed to the wall, and wrenches, pliers, and other tools hung from the board.

Click.

Chekov casually turned on the lamp in the warehouse, and in the dim light, the man reached directly to both sides of the plank on the wall, the key point was that the board full of tools was easily removed from the wall by him, and then, a wall depression that was almost hollowed out, leaving only a layer of wall skin, appeared in the room like a shop window, this concave wall the size of a shop window was full of a gun carriage, on the gun rack the three weapons that Chekov was most familiar with, under the gun rack were various types of pistols, next to it, There were also three black grenades, which meant that the color of death was so tyrannical in the dim light.

Touch.

The Russian casually took out a canvas bag under the workbench and threw it on the table, and the next second, he took out an M249 from the recessed wall, the gun lying quietly on the gun rack in Chekov's hand can withstand the simultaneous charge of 10 people under cover, which is his favorite when he has not taken off his military uniform. However, once this thing starts on the streets of Los Angeles, it will not be revenge, but ......

Chekov put the gun back down, reached for a handful of ****** and stuffed it into his bag, it was a police gun. Chekov bought this gun through a special channel when he first became a policeman in order to familiarize himself with its performance, and at that time he felt that among all the firearms in the police department, this gun was the only one suitable for him.

"What are you going to do?"

Catherine was very serious at the door of the warehouse, she had already walked out of the bedroom when Chekov opened the door, but Chekov was too focused to feel the woman's presence until she spoke.

"Zhou, was hit by a sniper and is currently lying in the hospital." Chekov glanced at it and did not show much surprise. He said this with a breath of fire.

"I know, I'm asking you what you're going to do!"

Chekov raised his head, and a pair of eyes were about to pop up: "Revenge!" ”

"Then why did you come home and get a gun? Aren't these things your treasures? You didn't sell them in the most difficult of times...... "Catherine was already scared when she looked at Chekov in disbelief and said, "You're not going to act with the people in the police department. ”

Chekov argued: "Have you forgotten how I avenged me on the weekend when I was admitted to the hospital? ”

"That's different!" Catherine knew Chekov too well, and every time this guy justified it, it was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Nothing different!"

Catherine stood there and spread her hands vigorously, and said almost madly, "Are you crazy?" You're a cop, why don't you catch the guy who shot the weekend? ”

"I'm not Zhou." Chekov uttered this sentence out of breath. No one knows how much frustration there is behind this sentence.

He's not a weekend, he doesn't have the ability to solve crimes on weekends. A bear can never thread a thread through a pinhole, and this is simply not something that profession and position can solve.

"But you're always a police officer, and you're breaking the law by doing this!"

Unmoved, Chekov zipped up his canvas bag and turned around to hit Catherine, and at the moment when he was about to hit it, the bear said coldly: "Get out of the way." ”

“NO。” How could Catherine leave. Standing in front of the door and watching the bear fall into an uncontrollable emotion: "Think about this home! ”

"He saved me, or I would have been in prison in orange prison clothes right now, you know."

"Didn't you give him a very big credit on the streets of New Mexico on the day you rescued you? The desert ants that the entire Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Section can't stop are the ones you defeated. You forgot??!! ”

"He saved your life!"

Chekov looked at the woman in front of him, gritted his teeth, and snorted in a nasal voice: "When you were tied up by that bastard of Ted, I couldn't save you, it was he who saved you, when I was discharged from the hospital before, I invited him to come to the house for dinner in order to thank him, who said 'Zhou, I don't know how to thank you, every time I see the scars on your hands, I can remember the events of that day." Who is it? ”

Catherine was silent, standing at the door of the warehouse and bowing her head.

Chekov knocked Catherine by the shoulders and walked out of the room, Catherine suddenly raised her head, as if she saw the most fearful outcome, she trotted past Chekov in the room, stretched out her hands in front of the door and said: "You can't go." ”

"That's right, the weekend saved my life, without him Andre and I would have died at the hands of Ted, if one day the weekend needs to be replaced liver, kidney, cornea, as long as our match matches, I will not hesitate!"

Catherine looked her husband in the eye: "But I can't let you out, you stupid pig to the limit, no matter what the result is when you get out of this room, our home will be ruined." I can give my life back to the weekend, but I can't leave Andrei without a father, do you understand what I'm talking about!! ”

She had already screamed, hoarse.

Chekov used his own depth as a counterattack, and said in a deep voice: "Catherine, is it so important to be alive?" Don't make me look down on you. ”

"You're not a soldier anymore!"

This was Catherine's last weapon, and she had nothing to do but remind Chekov of his near-flamed mind with reality.

"I'm still a human being."

Chekov reached out and grabbed Catherine's arm and gently tugged behind him.

Catherine's body flew backwards like a kite, and if it weren't for the extreme speed of her weightlessness and the fact that Chekov didn't use any force at all, she might have jumped straight to the ground. However, the movement of the foot was so great that the crunch of slippers stomping on the ground was heard in the quiet room of the night, and the sound was more abrupt than the quarrel between Chekov and Catherine.

Click.

Chekov unscrewed the door, the voice-activated lights in the hallway lit up, and not far from him was the elevator in front of him.

One-step.

Chekov's left foot had already stepped out of the door, and Catherine didn't have time to turn around and pull, but at this moment......

Wow~~~~

The baby's cry came from the room, and the man who could break through everything like a mountain, and the man who was so hard that he couldn't even listen to his wife's words froze there, and under the impact of this sound, it was as if the iceberg in his heart was shattered by the baby's unconscious soft touch, and countless huge ice cubes fell into the water, and the world full of hatred completely collapsed.

As a man, he lived a life in the military that 'you owe me my life, I'm going to block the bullet in your back', he hated the philistines in the city, and he used the weekends to clear himself and focus on his favorite battlefields.

But as a father, this foot stepped out of the door, and no matter how it ended, Andrei's life would be broken.

Chekov closed his eyes and felt the powerful resistance in his heart, which was called - not that he didn't want to, that he couldn't. (To be continued.) )