Everyone has their own way of dealing with the world, which has nothing to do with right or wrong. It is personality that determines how a person chooses to solve the problem when facing things. Chekov is a thick man who can only swing his fists. He cannot chop a thing into 180 pieces like a weekend and recombine it in his own way. The only thing this bear can do is to completely crush something, and look for different colors from the exact same pieces to determine whether it is his key point.

However, he really did that.

Chekov returned home. Matthew, Porter and other leaders were worried about the injuries on the weekend. Many colleagues were waiting for a result in the hospital. He drove the blue bird of prey all the way, crossing the streets and alleys of Los Angeles amid the screams of the owner behind him. After returning home, the man rushed directly to the warehouse at home, which was a very small house with a wooden board nailed to the walls of the house, and wrenches, pliers and other tools hanging on the boards.

despair.

Chekov illuminated the lamp in the warehouse. Under the dim light, the man reached out to both sides of the wooden board on the wall. The key point was that the wooden board full of tools was easily picked from the wall by him. Then, a wall that was almost hollowed out and only had a layer of wall skin appeared in the room like a window. This inward concave wall, the size of a window, was filled with a gun rack. On the gun rack, Chekov was most familiar with three weapons. Under the gun rack were pistols of various types, and next to them were three black grenades, which meant that the color of death seemed so cruel under the dim light.

bump.

The Russian casually took out a canvas bag under the workbench and threw it on the table. The next second, he took out an m249 in the recessed wall. The gun lying quietly on the gun stand was able to charge in Chekov's hands while resisting 10 people under the cover. This was his favorite when he didn't take off his military uniform. However, once this thing started on the streets of Los Angeles, it would not be revenge, but...

Chekov put the gun back. He reached out and took a ******* and stuffed it into his bag. It was a police gun. When Chekov first became a policeman, he bought it through special channels to familiarize himself with the performance of the gun. At that time, he felt that the only gun in all the guns in the police station was suitable for him.

"What are you going to do?"

Katherine 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 and did not feel her presence before the woman spoke.

"Zhou, I was hit by a sniper. I am currently lying in the hospital." Chekov glanced at it, showing no surprises, and said this with a rage.

"I know, I ask you what you are going to do!"

Chekov raised his head, his eyes glared out: "Revenge!"

"Then why come home to get a gun? Are these things not your treasures? You have never sold them in the most difficult moments..." Katherine was already scared when she said this, looking at Chekov and said in disbelief: "You are not going to act with the police station."

Chekov defended: "Did you forget how did you avenge me on weekends when I was admitted to the hospital?"

"That's different!" Katherine knew Chekov so much that this guy was equivalent to his default every time he defended.

“Nothing different!”

Katherine stood there and spread her hands hard, saying almost crazy: "Are you crazy? You are a policeman, why don't you arrest anyone who shot the weekend?"

"I'm not Zhou." Chekov said this sentence panting. No one knew how much annoyance was behind this sentence.

He is not a weekend, he does not have the ability to solve cases on the weekend, and a bear can never penetrate the thread into the pinhole. This is not a problem that careers and positions can solve.

"But you are always a policeman, and you are breaking the law when you do this!"

Chekov was unmoved, pulled the zipper of the canvas bag and turned around and hit Katherine. The second he was about to hit, the bear said coldly: "Get out of the way."

"no." How could Catherine leave? When she stood in front of the door, she watched the bear fall into an uncontrollable mood: "Think about this home!"

"He saved me, or else. I should be locked in jail in my orange prison clothes, you know."

"Wasn't you personally given him a great contribution on the streets of New Mexico on the day you rescued you? You defeated the desert ants that cannot be blocked by the entire anti-black and anti-drug department. You forgot??!!"

"He saved your life!"

Chekov looked at the woman in front of him, gritted his teeth and snorted along his nasal voice: "When you were tied up by that bastard Ted, I couldn't save you. He saved you. When I was discharged from the hospital, I invited him to have dinner at home. Who said, "Zhou. I don't know how to thank you. Every time I see the scar on your hand, I can remember what happened that day."

Catherine was silent and stood at the door of the warehouse and lowered her head.

Chekov knocked Catherine's shoulder and walked out of the room. Catherine suddenly raised her head and chased after her as if she had seen the most fearful result. She trotted over Chekov in the room, stretched out her hands and blocked the door and said, "You can't go."

"Yes, I saved my life on the weekend. Without him Andre and I would die at Ted's hands. If one day I need to change my liver, kidneys, and cornea on the weekend, as long as our matching matches are in line, I will not hesitate!"

Catherine looked into her husband's eyes: "But I can't let you go out. You are a foolish pig. No matter what the result is, our home will be ruined. I can give my life back to the weekend, but I can't let Andre not have a father. Do you understand what I'm talking about?!"

She had already started shouting, hoarsely.

Chekov responded with his depth and said in a deep voice: "Catherine, is life so important? Don't let me look down on you."

"You are not a soldier anymore!"

This was Katherine's last weapon, and she had no choice but to remind Chekov of her almost lit mind with reality.

"I'm still an individual."

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

Catherine's body flew back like a kite. If she hadn't landed very quickly when she was weightless, and Chekov didn't use any force at all, she might have pounced directly on the ground. However, the movement of this kick was too loud, and a crisp sound of slippers trampling on the ground with her slippers in the quiet room at night. The sound was even more abrupt than the quarrel between Chekov and Catherine.

Click.

Chekov unscrewed the door, and the voice-controlled light in the corridor lit up, and the elevator was in front of him not far away.

step.

Chekov's left foot had already stepped out of the door. Katherine turned around and pulled her, but at this moment...

The baby's cry came from the room. A man who could break through everything like a mountain was hard, and a man who couldn't even listen to his wife's words was frozen there. Under the impact of this sound, it seemed like the baby's unconscious soft touch was shattered. Countless huge ice cubes fell into the water, and the world full of hatred was completely collapsed.

As a man, he lived a life in military career where "You owe me a life, I will block the bullets behind you." He hated the charity in the city, and he allowed himself to purify himself on weekends and focused on the battlefield he liked.

But as a father, Andre's life will become incomplete no matter what the ending is.
Chapter completed!