Being a police officer in American comics means every day is a holiday

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I don’t know how long it took, but the email was sent successfully.

The sound of “ding…” seemed to disturb someone, and the little head in his arms suddenly moved slightly.

I saw Harlin slowly open her eyes, and the man in front of her said weakly: "I’m hungry…"

Gene enhancement requires a lot of energy, and Zhao Hao also ate a lot at the beginning.

So he smiled, then touched Harlin’s little head and said: "Let’s go, take you to eat."

…

Time soon came to the afternoon of the third day.

The sun in the sky slowly set.

The last ray of sunset glow dimmed reluctantly, illuminating the clouds as red as blood.

Outside a house in the suburbs of Hughes.

Malvin stood on the lawn, smoking a cigarette, looking at the sunset in the distance, feeling uncomfortable.

They are fine in the sky.

At this time, a man who looked eight points like Malvin came over.

"Father, smoking is harmful to health. You smoked again. Put it out quickly."

Marvin turned his head to look at his lost son, and his heart was suddenly filled with fatherly love.

"Okay, I won't smoke anymore."

He took a deep puff, then threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stepped on it.

The son nodded and continued, "Mother called you to have dinner."

After the father and son returned to the house, an old white woman with half-white hair came out of the kitchen with dinner.

"Dax, I made your favorite pasta."

She looked at her son with eyes full of doting.

Soon, the family of three began to eat dinner happily.

After eating, Dax, as a son, took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork and the plate to wash.

The two old people at the table looked at their son with eyes full of doting, which seemed to be overflowing.

"Dax is still so filial..."

"Yes...I am sorry for him. I shouldn't force him to be a policeman..."

Soon, the two fell silent again.

After a while, Dasco finished washing the dishes, chatted with his mother, and watched TV together.

Seeing this, Marvin went to the balcony on the second floor.

Although his son was back, he was not really happy. Instead, he felt even more depressed.

Soon, he took out another cigarette.

Although he knew that smoking was not good, he could not help wanting to smoke one when he was upset.

Just as he was about to take out his lighter, a flame suddenly appeared next to him.

He instinctively leaned over and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

But the next second, he reacted and turned to look at the person who came.

What he saw was a handsome Asian face.

This made him stunned and unbelievable.

"You...how did you..."

Seeing that the cigarette in Chief Marvin's mouth was about to fall, Zhao Hao reached out to help him hold it.

"Chief, there are some things that I think you should explain to me."

In fact, he found Marvin's new residence at noon, but he had been checking the enemy's surveillance outside, so he didn't come in until the evening.

Marvin immediately looked around nervously, and then pulled Zhao Hao into the house.

"You're not dead?"

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the director coldly.

"Do you want me to die?"

Marvin waved his hands and said hurriedly: "No, of course I don't want you to die, but...but..."

Zhao Hao held the dagger in one hand and said coldly: "But I have to die, right?"

"No, I...I..."

Marvin waved his hands again and again, looking anxious and wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Finally he lowered his head.

"Alas, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you... woo woo..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his face with his hands, and tears couldn't help flowing down.

More than ten years.

Except for the night when he received the news of his son's death, he never cried.

Now that his son is back, he should be happy.

But when he thought that he had killed 18 police officers for his son, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Zhao Hao looked at the old man who seemed to be in grief in front of him, and his heart was also slightly moved.

A colleague once told him that the director was a DINK.

But from the situation of their meal and chat just now, the director was not a DINK.

It was more like the pain of losing a son, so he could only use the word DINK to cover up his inner sadness.

People who have not experienced the pain of losing a son cannot understand this kind of grief at all.

After a while, he saw that the director seemed to be calmer. Just as he was about to ask, a sound of footsteps came downstairs.

"Father, are you crying?"

When Marvin heard the voice, he immediately raised his head and wanted Zhao Hao to leave, but found that there was no one in front of him.

This startled him.

Where are the people?

At this time, Dax came to the second floor. After seeing his father, he immediately asked in confusion: "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Marvin shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm a little tired, I'll go back and rest first."

After that, he went back to the room.

He did not notice that his son's eyes flashed with cold light.

After returning to the room, Marvin immediately looked around in confusion.

"Am I hallucinating?"

But the next second, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Is that your son? If I remember correctly, he should be dead."

Hearing this, Marvin's whole body trembled, and then he said a little excitedly: "He is not dead, he is still alive!"

Just when Zhao Hao wanted to wait for Marvin to calm down, suddenly, Harlin's voice came from his earphone.

"Zhao, it seems that you have to hurry up, there are several cars outside."

Hearing the voice, he could only take out his pistol and point it at the director.

"Tell me everything you know, otherwise I will kill your son, which can be regarded as revenge for seventeen colleagues."

Hearing this, Marvin calmed down a little and sighed.

"Well, he is not my son..."

As the story slowly unfolded, Zhao Hao finally knew why the other party betrayed him.

Some time ago, a stranger found him and said that he could clone a person with his son's hair.

And he also showed him a clone.

The price is to help the other party do a few things.

One of the things is to send some police officers to fight with the Ghost Hand Gang.

Of course, Marvin didn't believe this stranger at first.

After all, cloning technology is not that powerful.

So the other party showed him the name of Starger Company and showed him a video of cloning technology, and then he believed it.

Although he didn't know why the other party did this, he missed his son too much, and Zhao Hao's determination to take revenge made him determined.

Because he expected Zhao Hao to be able to protect other policemen.

But he didn't expect that it was the Donkey Party behind all this.

None of the police officers sent over were spared.

So he decided to resign in pain.

After listening to the other party's words, Zhao Hao sighed slightly in his heart.

Starger Enterprises, this is a company in DC comics that studies cloning.

Unexpectedly, they are actually colluding with the Donkey Party.

I guess the Donkey Party made some promises.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a bullet shot out from behind the door and shot into Marvin's chest.

Marvin looked at his chest in disbelief.

Blood slowly seeped out.

As the door was slowly pushed open, the person behind the door was revealed.

It was his son, Dax.

"Why?"