Old Mike relieved himself, Rich Roberts breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his face was still indignant, he put down the muzzle of the gun but did not insert it back into the gun bag, still holding it in his hand, staring at Sean vigilantly.

Old Michael shook his head slightly, he was also so energetic when he was young, but he was slowly smoothed out of the edges and corners and polluted by the same stream.

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

"Give it to me." Seeing that Old Mac didn't speak, Rich Roberts took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to take it with a cold face, watched Sean walk towards the bathroom, and couldn't help but speak again: "Hey, you ......"

"Don't worry, I'll leave the bathroom door open and let you watch me take a shower." Sean walked into the bathroom with a wave of his hand without looking back, not giving Rich Roberts a second glance from beginning to end.

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

The sting was so real, telling myself that everything was real.

I don't know why, I died, but I was resurrected in this man named Sean Rockefeller, but the reason doesn't matter anymore, it's the most important thing to be alive.

The two memories, including emotions, are all fused together and inherited by him now, as if the soul is completely fused and the only one is the soul.

Since this is the United States, from now on, I will be Sean Brown. K. Rockefeller is up!

K stands for king, king, and is also the inheritance of the surname 'king'.

As for the trouble just now......

Gangsters and machine guns are firing, and it is worthy of a country where the air is filled with the breath of freedom.

It's American!

With my eyes closed, I took a deep breath of the air called freedom with a look of enjoyment, and the sweet smell of desire came to my nose.

There's nothing quite like being here!

Reaching out, pouring water on his hand, slowly clenching his fists, the corners of Sean's mouth hung up slightly, and he felt that he had grasped the pulse of time.

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

"You can see what the scene is like, just like the battlefield, the devil knows how many bullets those guys fired, and in this case they can run home if they are hit in the head, which is definitely not something that ordinary pizza shop waiters can do."

"Can ordinary people remain calm and refute when questioned by the police after experiencing a shooting, murder, and injury?"

"I know the man who died, it's a gangster, there's no outsider in the pizzeria at all, I'm sure this guy inside is a gangster!"

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

Old Michael pulled a chair and sat down, and said slowly, "You can ask slowly when you go back." ”

In fact, the elder Michael did not suspect Sean at all, he had been a police officer for nearly thirty years, and there was no news on the streets of Newark to hide from him.

The fat black man who died was called Daniel, nicknamed 'The Truck', the gang boss of this area, this is a typical gang vendetta, and the warning is strong.

The implementer is a veteran, quick-moving, clean-cut, ruthless, without any regard for the lives of ordinary people, and has a very familiar style, Newark is the only one.

Mafia family 'Seramanga family'.

Evidence, no, and no, is not needed, these are experiences.

It is impossible to solve the case, the Seramanga family has stood for decades, there is a very mature set of rules of action, and after the fact, the members of the action team are out of New Jersey by this time.

And Sean, Old Mike doesn't think it's a gangster, he has been in the police system for thirty years, and he can smell gangsters from a few hundred meters away.

As for why he behaved so differently in the face of vendetta attacks and injuries, maybe it was because of his special experience, maybe he was strong in his heart, everyone had their own secrets, and Old Mac didn't care.

Dry your body with a towel, the wound on the back of your head was washed by the water and began to seep blood, Sean didn't care, and walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed face, finding a clean set of clothes to put on.

"Let's go, two police officers, it's a pity, it seems that you didn't call an ambulance, so you can only run to the hospital first." Walking up to Mike and the two, Sean said with a smile.

"You...... When you get to the police station, I see how arrogant you are. Richie glared at Sean and bit his lower lip as he said.

"Is there one? Then I think you must have misunderstood something. Sean had the same expression on his face as he walked past Richie to the door, "I'm an employee of a pizzeria, one of the victims of this shooting, I was injured in the attack, and I was traumatized and traumatized mentally, as a taxpayer, isn't it reasonable for me to ask to go to the hospital now?" ”

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

"Only doctors are qualified to judge this, now, I'm closing, two police officers, can you come out first?"

“FK！” Richie whispered an ugly curse, and Old Michael walked out as if nothing had happened.

Locking the door, Sean walked in front of the two, "I'm not going to complain about you insulting me, so, no thanks." ”

……

"Here." A man with brown hair, parted, and a rectangular face full of pleats stood in the doorway of Sean's room.

Reach out, knock on the door, "Bang bang." ”

"Sean, open the door!"

After a long time of no one, the man's brow furrowed, and he turned and walked towards the neighbor's house next to him.

Knock on the door, say hello, the door opens a gap.

"Hello, my name is Saul, Saul Goodman, and I'm a lawyer." Thor handed over the business card and said, "I'm here to find Sean, excuse me, when does he usually come back?" ”

"Him?" The black man looked down at the postfilm, and then opened the door completely, "It's usually 10 o'clock in the evening, but if you want to find him, you'd better go to the police station, two cops just came and took Sean away." ”

"Taken away? Why? ”

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

"Okay, I see, thanks." Saul thanked him and returned to his broken Suzuki car, which finally lit up after several struggles, emitted a puff of black smoke and drove towards the police station.

……

The police car stopped at the gate of the hospital, and Sean, who pushed the door and got out of the car, did not enter the hospital, but turned around and blocked the car door and leaned over to Richie, who was about to get out of the car, and said, "Look at you, you are a new chick in the industry." ”

Richie didn't speak, staring at Sean with a dark face waiting for the next step.

"If I were you, you would close the door and beat me up when I was in my house, and no one would see me anyway, and the police officer who was watching would obviously not be able to testify for me that you beat me."

"And I'm about to walk into the hospital now, and after a series of examinations, how many injuries I have suffered will be recorded, so, unfortunately, you have lost the only chance to vent, Mr. Policeman."

"You!!" Richie gritted his back molars, and his face darkened.

"Believe me, young man, even if you don't do it, I have many ways to teach you." Old Mike pushed the car door open and walked down.

"Don't be angry, I don't mean anything." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "Trust me, I'm for his good, being a police officer too upright will hurt him." ”

Sean and Old Michael walked in front, and Richie walked behind like a follower, with a black face and a secret effort in his heart.

"It looks like the bullet hit the back of your head after it ricocheted indoors, and the bullet didn't have much momentum, otherwise you should be in the morgue by now." A young doctor said, holding up the piece in his hand.

"Except for the 3-centimeter-long wound on the back of the head, it was a minor concussion."

"There will be some impaired consciousness in the past few days, followed by recent forgetfulness, and some other symptoms, such as dizziness, nausea, tinnitus, insomnia, photophobia, anorexia, vomiting, etc., which are generally fine after a week."

"You are lucky, thank the Lord."

"I also consider myself lucky." Sean grinned, revealing his standard eight teeth.

"You don't need to inject anesthetics, just stitch up." In the surgical emergency room, Sean smiled and waved at the doctor holding the anesthetic.

"Are you sure, it hurts." The doctor looked at Sean with some surprise.

"Pain is what makes people remember things better, and it reminds me to remember." Sean squinted and said, "Never give others a chance to point a gun at themselves again!" ”

The doctor shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, picked up the bent needle and passed it directly through the flesh of the wound, Sean's muscles on his face kept throbbing, but his body remained motionless.

Watching the skin and flesh being pierced by needles, provoked, threaded, stitched, and knotted, Richie subconsciously swallowed saliva, and even felt that Sean was perverted, and normal people couldn't do this kind of behavior.

Old Michael gave Sean a deep look before turning and walking out, leaning against the wall outside the emergency room and napping.

……

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

He stood up and straightened his suit, showed a professional smile, stood up and strode up to meet it.

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

Richie took Saul's lawyer's card and looked at it in shock, but the three of them had been together all the way, and Sean had never called to find a lawyer at all.

"Your client has just been at the scene of a shooting homicide and fled with injuries, and we suspect he was a participant in the shooting." Rich disliked 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 shootout, and the law and order environment in Newark has been getting worse and worse in recent years, which is a dereliction of duty on the part of the police, and I will question the police work on behalf of my client, where our taxpayers' money is spent." Saul immediately showed that the lawyer was not easy to mess with.

I don't know exactly what is going on, but it's right to question it.