Old Mike cleared the scene, Ritchie Roberts felt a little relieved, but still looked indignant on his face. He put the gun down but did not insert it back into the gun bag, and held it in his hand, staring at Sean vigilantly.

Old Mike shook his head slightly. He was so motivated when he was young, but he gradually got smoothed out the edges and became dirty with the flow.

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

"Give it to me." Seeing that Old Mike didn't say anything, Ritchie Roberts took a deep breath, reached out 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 open the bathroom door and let you watch me take a shower." Sean waved his hand and walked into the bathroom without looking back, not looking at Ritchie Roberts from beginning to end.

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

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

I don’t know why, but I died, but I was resurrected in this man named Sean Rockefeller, but the reason is no longer important, and living is the most important thing.

The two memories, including emotions, were all integrated and inherited by him now, as if they were the only ones who had completely merged with the soul.

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

K represents king, king, and is also the inheritance of the surname "king".

As for the trouble just now...

Gangs fired and machine guns, which are worthy of being a country filled with the breath of freedom in the air.

This is very American!

Close your eyes and take a deep breath of the air called freedom with enjoyment on your face. The sweet smell of desire comes to your nose.

Nothing suits you better than here!

He reached out and poured water on his hand, slowly clenched his fists, and a curve slightly hung from the corner of Sean's mouth. 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, Ritchie Roberts frowned and looked at Old Mike, "Mac, don't you think this guy is acting too abnormal?"

"You have seen what the scene is like. Just like the battlefield, you know how many bullets those guys fired. In this case, you can run home if you are hit in the head. This is definitely not something that ordinary pizza restaurant waiters can do."

"Can ordinary people remain calm and refute when facing police inquiries after being injured in shooting homicide?"

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

"Just open a breakthrough in him, you can find out who is committing the crime!"

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

In fact, Old Mike did not doubt Sean at all. He had been a police officer for nearly thirty years, and there was no news on the streets of Newark that could be hidden from him.

The fat black man who died was named Daniel, nicknamed "Truck". The boss of this area was a typical gang revenge, and the warning was very strong.

The implementer is a veteran, quick, clean and neat, ruthless, and does not care about the lives of ordinary people at all. He is very familiar with his style of conduct. This is the only one in Newark.

The Mafia family ‘Serramanga’.

Evidence, no, nor is it needed, is experience.

It is impossible to solve the case. The Seramanga family has been standing for decades and has a very mature set of action rules. After finishing the matter, all the people in the action team have left New Jersey now.

Sean and Old Mike didn't think they were gang members. They had been in the police system for thirty years, and he could smell the gang members hundreds of meters away.

As for why he acts so different from ordinary people when facing vendetta attacks and injuries, maybe because of his special experience or because of his strong heart. Everyone has their own secrets, and Old Mike doesn't care.

He wiped his body with a towel, and the wound on the back of his head was washed away by the water. Blood began to seep out again. Sean didn't care and walked out of the bathroom with a relaxed look on his 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 go to the hospital first." Shawn said with a smile when he walked to Mike and the others.

"You... wait until the police station, I see how arrogant you are." Ritchie said, staring at Sean and biting his lower lip.

"Is there any? Then I think you must have misunderstood something." Sean's expression remained unchanged, and he walked through Ritchie to the door. "I am an employee of the pizza restaurant and one of the victims of this shooting. He was injured in the attack and suffered a huge mental impact and trauma. As a taxpayer, isn't it reasonable for me to ask for a medical treatment in the hospital now?"

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

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

"FK!" Ritchie cursed in a low voice, and Old Mike walked out as if nothing had happened.

Locking the door, Sean walked in front of the two, "I won't complain about what you insulted me, so, no thanks."

...

"Here." A man with brown hair, skewed and rectangular face was standing at the door of Sean's room.

Reaching his hand, knocking on the door, "Bang bang bang."

"Shawn, open the door!"

After a long time, no one was seen, the man frowned and turned around and walked towards the neighbor's house next to him.

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

"Hello, my name is Thor, Thor Goodman, I'm a lawyer." Thor handed over the business card and said, "I'm here to find Sean. May I ask, when will he usually come back?"

"He?" The black man looked down and looked at the stand-alone film, then he opened the door completely. "Normally, it's 10 o'clock in the evening, but if you want to find him, it's better to go to the police station. Two policemen just came and took Sean away."

"Take it away? Why?"

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

"Okay, I get it, thank you." Thor thanked him and returned to his broken Suzuki car. After several efforts, he finally caught fire. A stream of black smoke came out and drove towards the police station.

...

The police car parked at the hospital gate. Sean, who pushed open the door and got out of the car, did not enter the hospital. Instead, he turned around and blocked the door and leaned over to Rich, who was about to get off the car, and said, "You are a new young man."

Ritchie didn't speak, staring at Sean with a dark face and waiting for the following text.

"If I were you, I would close the door when I was at my house and beat me up hard. No one saw it anyway, and the police officer who was watching obviously could not testify for me and said you beat me."

"And I am about to enter the hospital. After a series of examinations, many injuries I have suffered will be recorded on the record, so, unfortunately, you have lost the only chance to vent your anger, the upright Mr. Police."

"You!" Ritchie bit his back teeth, his face getting darker.

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

"Don't be angry, I have no malice." Sean smiled and spread his hands, "Believe me, I'm for his own good. Being too upright as a policeman will harm him."

Sean and Old Mike walked in front, while Ritchie walked behind and looked like a follower. She looked dark all the way and tried her best.

"It seems that the bullet hit the back of your head after ejecting 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.

"In addition to the 3-centimeter-long wound on the back of the brain, there is a slight concussion."

"There will be some dysfunction in the past few days, followed by recent forgetting events, and some other symptoms, such as dizziness, nausea, tinnitus, insomnia, photophobia, anorexia, vomiting, etc., which will usually be cured in one week."

"You are lucky, thank the Lord."

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

"No need for anesthetics, just sew stitches." In the surgical emergency room, Sean smiled and waved his hand to the doctor holding the anesthetic.

"You're sure, it hurts." The doctor looked at Sean in surprise.

"Prepain can make people remember something better, it will remind me to remember." Sean said with a squinted eye: "Never give others the chance to point a gun at themselves again!"

The doctor shrugged and said nothing, picked up the bent needle and passed directly through the flesh on the wound. Sean's muscles kept beating, but his body remained motionless.

Seeing the flesh passing by the needle, lifting, pulling threads, stitching, and knotting, Ritchie subconsciously swallowed, and even felt that Sean was perverted and that normal people could not do such behavior.

Old Mike glanced at Sean deeply and turned around and walked out, leaning against the wall outside the emergency room to take a nap.

...

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

I stood up and tidied up my suit, showed a professional smile, stood up and strode towards me.

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

Ritchie took Thor's lawyer's certificate in surprise and took a look. However, the three of them were together all the way, and Sean never called to find a lawyer.

"Your client just got together at the scene of the shooting and fled with injuries. We suspect he was a participant in the shooting." Ritchie disliked the lawyer very much and handed the lawyer's certificate back with a cold face.

"As a legal citizen and taxpayer, my client was injured in a gun battle. The security environment in Newark has become worse and worse in recent years. This is the police's dereliction of duty. I will question the police's work on behalf of my client. Where are our taxpayers' money spent?" Thor immediately showed the difficult side of lawyers.
Chapter completed!