I love you, I won't kill you

I thought that in the next ten hours of travel, Susan would suppress all curiosity about the ASP tactical baton and her father's occupation.But the facts that followed proved that she caused Julie an inexplicable "fear" in the silent changes.

One of the first questions the "good roommate" asks of Julie is, "Uh... how long is this ASP baton fully extended?"

Julie smiled. "Susan, you are curious. But I can answer you anyway. It is 21 inches long (53.34 cm)."

Then she added, "The following answer is included with the machine, and the baton version is the standard black chrome version."

Susan nodded, wondering just how powerful a 21-inch nightstick was.Suddenly speeding up his speech, he said, "If you were robbed or sexually assaulted by a white man with a knife, how would you use this...ASP stick?"

Since the father gave his daughter a powerful weapon of the federal law enforcement forces, it shows that he has confidence in his daughter.However, considering personal factors, it does not rule out that the father is worried about the various dangers his daughter will encounter in society.

Julie drove the car silently, and replied after five or six seconds, "When he faced me with a murder weapon, I would carefully take out the baton and throw out the stick while he was talking, and wait."

Susan asked again curiously, "What are you waiting for? Waiting for him to do it?"

"Yes. In this case, I have sufficient evidence in court to prove that I was in self-defense."

"God, I didn't make you defend yourself. Then?"

"Uh... Then, as long as he swings the murder weapon at me, I can hit his inner elbow joint with a stick."

"Oh...I see. As soon as he feels pain, you can stop."

Julie shook her head and said, "The pain doesn't mean that he will stop attacking, on the contrary, he will fight back desperately. At this time, just hit his neck hard again, and he will completely lose his attack power and consciousness."

Susan laughed, "You're a bad girl, and very bad!"

The Cadillac convertible coupe continued to drive on the interstate, because of the impact of the wind caused by the fast driving, Julie had to open the soft top to completely cover the car.

Susan twisted her sore butt back and forth a few times, trying to find the most comfortable angle to relax her body.After coming out of the Yale campus, Julie reached an agreement with her: each of them had to drive for 7 hours, so as to ensure that there would be no accidents due to fatigue driving on the way.

"Julie, can you revise the agreement? For 7 hours, I've fainted from hunger and died of thirst. How can I serve you?" Susan plans to find the nearest convenience store or fast food restaurant and buy something to eat. thing.

"Uh...Okay. You go to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when you get to Ohio."

Susan said happily, "Thank you, Julie. But I have one more question before I go to bed."

Julie was really speechless to her, "God, how come you have so many questions? Well, just this one!"

"Um...what if the other person is holding a .0.40-inch (approximately 10.2mm) pistol instead of a knife?"

"Where did she know this? Even the caliber of a pistol can be described in such detail. 0.40-inch caliber, that is the standard caliber for FBI agents." Julie felt a little inconceivable about Susan's question.

Just when he was about to ask her, he found that Susan was lying sideways on the flat seat with her eyes closed.In order not to disturb her rest, Julie didn't even turn on the radio. 7 hours away, enough time for her to think about that very real problem.

"The other party is holding a 10mm pistol, but I am holding a retractable baton. How do I deal with this situation? Damn it!"

"Wait for the other party to attack first, and then I will attack? Hmph, there is only one end in this case."

"I don't wait for the other party to draw the gun, but what if the other party pulls the trigger before I hit the other party's arm? Hey, it's still a fate."

"A head-to-head encounter can only lead to a dead end! If Daddy encounters this situation, what will he do?"

"Oh, well. It seems that there is good reason to go to the police station to find Sergeant Mitchell."

In front of classmates, lesbian lovers, and close roommates, Julie rarely mentioned Daddy and his profession.Of course, the reason she didn't want to say it was mainly because of Daddy's position in the police station.

After being transferred from the Columbia Police Department to the Chicago Police Department, Sergeant Ralph Mitchell still sits firmly in the office of the No.4 senior officer of the police department.But he didn't want to stay in the office all day, listening to his subordinates' progress reports on various major cases.

After several applications, Sergeant Mitchell was assigned to the major and homicide case group under the investigation department, responsible for leading the group's comprehensive investigation and case detection work.

This kind of work is almost on standby 24 hours a day. There is no time to stay at home, no time to have a candlelight dinner with Julie's mother, and no time to take care of her daughter's studies or love.

"Isabella, I received a video email from my baby. Tonight, I will go home as soon as possible." Ralph stood outside the triple murder scene, talking on the phone with Julie's mother.

"Yes, I received it too. Promise me and come back before dinner." Isabella said lazily.

"Uh...I promise you, try my best!" When Ralph saw a subordinate nodding to him, he hung up the phone hastily.

"It's great that my sweetheart is on summer vacation. What kind of dinner should I make for her?" Isabella was lost in thought when she put down the phone.

The long journey passed without knowing it, and Julie didn't want to stop the car or take a break on the side of the road for any one thing.She remembered what her father had said, "Don't open the door to strangers, don't let strangers touch you, don't buy weapons, because those people will use it on you, make full use of the gift I gave you."

When entering Ohio, Julie couldn't wait to wake up Susan, "Hey, wake up."

She reached out and pushed Susan vigorously, but she heard this answer, "Please, let me sleep a little longer."

"Wake up, bitch! I don't mind throwing you in the woods off the interstate if you want to sleep."

"Jesus Christ, is this how you treat your roommate? When I see your mother, I will have a good talk with her." Susan turned over, still lying on her side and opened her eyes.

"Well, my mother is very warm and hospitable. But what would you like to talk to her about?"

"Uh... talk about the way Julie comforts her roommates at school."

"Hehe, okay. However, I can't guarantee that my two dogs will do anything to you."

Susan sat up, readjusted the seat, and stretched her waist, "Two dogs? Huh, I guess there must be a lot of human remains buried under your backyard."

Follow Highway 80 until you reach an area called Girard in Ohio.Julie followed the fork on the right ahead and gradually drove off the interstate.She needed to relax, her neck spine and butt that hadn't moved in 7 hours.

"Where is this? Julie, you're not really going to throw me on the interstate, are you?" Susan asked.

"Relax, we need to change seats," Julie said.

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