America’s Big Hero

Rich Roberts breathed a sigh of relief when Old Mike cleared the siege. His face still looked aggrieved. He put down the muzzle of the gun but did not put it back into the pouch. He still held it in his hand and stared at Sean warily.

Old Mike shook his head slightly. He was so aggressive when he was young, but his edges and corners were gradually smoothed out, and he became filthy.

"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." Seeing that Old Mike was silent, Rich Roberts took a deep breath, reached out to take it with a cold face, and watched Sean walking towards the bathroom, couldn't help but said again: "Hey, you..."

"Don't worry, I will open the bathroom door and let you watch me take a shower." Sean waved his hands and walked into the bathroom without looking back, without looking at Rich Roberts from the beginning to the end.

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

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

I don't know why, I died, but I was resurrected by this man named Sean Rockefeller, but the reason is not important anymore, the most important thing is that I am alive.

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

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

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

As for the trouble just now...

The gangsters are fighting each other and machine guns are firing. It is indeed a country where the air is filled with freedom.

It's very American!

With eyes closed, he took a deep breath of the air called freedom with a face of enjoyment, and the sweet smell of desire came to his nostrils.

There is nothing more suitable for yourself than here!

Stretching out his hand, water was poured on his hand, and he slowly clenched his fist. The corner of Sean's mouth curled up slightly. 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've seen what happened at the scene. It's the same as the battlefield. Who knows how many bullets those guys shot out. In this situation, you can run home after being hit in the head. This is definitely not something that ordinary pizza shop waiters can do. of."

"Ordinary people can remain calm and refute when faced with police questioning after being injured in a shooting homicide?"

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

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

Old Michael pulled 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 policeman for nearly 30 years, and there was no information on the streets of Newark that could hide him.

The fat black man who died was named Daniel, nicknamed 'Truck', the gang leader in this area, this is a typical gang vendetta, and it has a strong warning meaning.

The perpetrator is a veteran, quick, clean, ruthless, and has no regard for the life and death of ordinary people. He is very familiar with his work style, and he is the only one in Newark.

Mafia family "Seramanga family".

Evidence, no, and no need, these are experiences.

It is impossible to solve the case. The Salamanga family has been standing for decades and has a set of very mature rules of action. After finishing the matter, the members of the action team are 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 hundreds of meters away.

As for why he behaved so differently from ordinary people in the face of vendetta attacks and injuries, it may be due to his special experience, or his inner strength. Everyone has their own secrets, and Old Mike doesn't care.

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

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

"You... When you arrive at the police station, I'll see how arrogant you are." Rich stared at Sean, biting his lower lip and said.

"Is there? Then I think you must have misunderstood something." Sean's expression remained unchanged, and he walked past Rich and walked out the door, "I'm an employee of a pizza shop, and I'm the victim of this shooting. One of them was injured in the attack and suffered a huge mental shock and trauma. As a taxpayer, now, isn’t it reasonable for me to ask to go to the hospital?”

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

"Only a doctor is qualified to judge this point. Now, I'm going to close the door. Two police officers, can you come out first?"

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

After locking the door, Sean walked ahead of the two, "I won't complain about your insulting me, so you're welcome."

...

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

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

"Sean, open the door!"

After not seeing anyone for a long time, the man frowned, turned 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'm a lawyer." Saul handed over his business card and said, "I'm here to see Sean. Excuse me, when does he usually come back?"

"Him?" The black man looked down at the bright card, and then opened the door completely, "Normally, it's 10 o'clock in the evening, but if you want to find him, you'd better go to the police station. Two policemen came just now and brought Sean to him. gone."

"Take it away? Why?"

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

"Okay, I see, thank you." Saul thanked him and returned to his broken Suzuki car. After several struggles, he finally turned on the ignition, and after emitting a puff of black smoke, he drove towards the police station.

...

The police car stopped at the gate of the hospital. Sean, who opened the door and got out of the car, did not enter the hospital. Instead, he turned around and blocked the door, leaned over to Richie who was about to get out of the car, and said, "It looks like you are a newcomer."

Rich didn't speak, and stared at Sean with a dark face, waiting for the next step.

"If I were you, I would have closed the door when I was in my house, and then beat me up. No one saw it anyway, and the police officer who was watching obviously couldn't testify that you beat me. .”

"And I'm about to go into the hospital now. After a series of examinations, how many injuries I have suffered will be recorded. So, unfortunately, you have lost your only chance to vent your anger, honest Mr. Police."

"You!!" Rich gritted his back molars, his face darkened even more.

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

"Don't be angry, I don't have any malicious intentions." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "Believe me, I'm doing it for his own good, being too upright as a policeman will kill him."

Sean and Old Mike walked in front, and Rich walked behind like a follower, his face darkened all the time, and his heart was secretly working hard.

"It seems that the bullet hit the back of your head after being ejected indoors. The bullet has lost much kinetic energy. Otherwise, you should be in the morgue now." A young doctor said holding up the film in his hand.

"Aside from this 3cm long wound on the back of the head, it's just a mild concussion."

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

"You're lucky, thank the Lord."

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

"You don't need anesthesia, just get stitches." In the surgical emergency room, Xiao En smiled and waved to the doctor holding the anesthetic.

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

"Pain can make people remember something better, and it will remind me to remember." Sean squinted his eyes and said: "I will never give others a chance to point a gun at myself!"

The doctor shrugged and didn't say anything. He picked up the curved needle and pierced the flesh of the wound directly. The muscles on Sean's face kept beating, but his body remained motionless.

Seeing the flesh being pierced by the needle, picked up, pulled, stitched, and knotted, Rich swallowed subconsciously, feeling that Sean was abnormal, and normal people could not do this kind of behavior.

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

...

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

He stood up and straightened his suit, showing a professional smile, stood up and strode up to meet him.

"Hello, officers, this is Sean's attorney, and my name is Saul Goodman."

Rich took a look at Saul's lawyer's certificate in shock, but the three of them were together all the way, and Sean never called a lawyer at all.

"Your client just shot at the scene of the homicide and escaped with injuries. We suspect that he was a participant in the shooting." Rich disliked lawyers very much, and handed back his lawyer's certificate with a cold face.

"As a legal citizen and taxpayer, my client was injured in the shootout. The law and order environment in Newark has become worse and worse over the past few years. This is the police's negligence. I will challenge the work of the police on behalf of my client. We Where is the taxpayer's money spent?" Saul immediately showed his lawyer's hard side.

Although I don't know exactly what's going on, it's right to ask questions.