I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"We don't have a case to work on yet." Xia Zuo said lazily, lying on the table, "I came here just to experience what it's like to have a big case, like chess, a big collector or something."

"You'd better pray that that kind of case doesn't happen." Morgan said conflictingly while writing the report, "Once we receive that kind of case, it means that many families will be torn apart."

Xia Zuo shrugged. He walked over and sat opposite Rhett. He stretched his neck and tilted his head to look at Rhett. He didn't say until Rhett looked stiff, "Since you are a profiler, When you got along with Qiu Chengke, why didn't you find out what was wrong with him."

Rhett pursed his lips, and just about to answer him directly, Gordon came over and held his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Are you interrogating him?"

"I'm just curious." Xia Zuo smiled brightly, but continued to say harsh things in his mouth, "After all, the FBI gay boyfriend of a wanted criminal sounds very novel."

"Come live." JJ pushed the door and walked in. She chose to ignore the tense atmosphere and said cheerfully, "Do you still remember North Dakota, where we are going to do exchange activities, in disguise, we are going there Traveling at public expense."

Xia Zuo, who was interrogating Ruide just now, immediately stood up straight and said excitedly, "Travel! I like traveling!"

"No malice." Al lowered his head, leaned close to Morgan's ear and whispered, "but his language was aimed at Reid and Qiu Chengke everywhere."

"He doesn't look like an undercover agent. An undercover agent wouldn't provoke us so blatantly." Morgan whispered.

"We should keep an eye on him. There are quite a few people staring at Qiu Chengke."

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Qiu Chengke took the hot milk from the old lady and ate it with tacos. Even though the food on his plate was much richer than that of the two old people, it was still far from enough for Qiu Chengke's appetite.

He ate the last piece of roasted ham on the plate and drank all the milk, then sat on the chair and looked at the greasy clock on the wall in a daze.

He has injuries on his calf and ankle. Although it is not serious, he still needs someone to support him when he walks. He plans to go back and make a crutch for himself later.

The old lady who was about to eat the tomatoes looked up at Qiu Chengke. After a moment of silence, she pushed her plate to him, which contained a few tomatoes and beans scattered here and there.

"Thank you, no need, I'm already full." Qiu Chengke pushed the plate back and said gently, "I'm just thinking about something."

"You need to heal your injury quickly." The old lady looked at Qiu Chengke's figure, and felt that a taco and a finger-sized ham were not enough for him to eat. We don’t have any good things for you to eat, but you must take good care of your health so that you can get the money quickly and take my son to the United States.”

"Why should I go to the United States!" The boy who had been lowering his head to eat barbecue rolled his eyes, he patted the table, raised his head and shouted in dissatisfaction, "I like Mexico, why do I have to go to the United States, and who is this ugly monster? , you are too foolish to let a stranger live at home like this!"

As soon as he said this, the old man seemed to be stimulated, and slapped him hard. His short and thick neck covered by the beard was flushed with anger, and he pointed at the boy and said loudly, "You have to go to the United States, there is Your home!"

"That's the same sentence again, go to his America, my home is this small farm! This is the first time you hit me for America, what's so good about America!" The boy shouted, he stood up abruptly, no He carefully knocked off the dinner plate in front of him, and the remaining pieces of barbecue fell to the ground.

When he saw those barbecued meats that fell on the ground, his expression became stiff, as if he had made a huge mistake, he completely lost his arrogance just now, squatted down and grabbed those pieces of barbecued meat, and stuffed them indiscriminately. mouth.

"I'm sorry..." He said vaguely to the old man, turned around and walked out quickly with his head down.

The two old people did not stop or speak, but just pushed their food in front of Qiu Chengke. The old man looked Qiu Chengke straight in the eyes and said softly, "You must get well soon, and then fulfill your promise."

Qiu Chengke didn't answer, he ate everything on the plate silently, and walked to the small room prepared for him with the support of the old man.

"What's his name?" Qiu Chengke sat on the hard wooden bed and asked suspiciously.

"Salazar," the old man replied casually.

Qiu Chengke lightly coughed and crossed his legs, and now rested on the bed for a while, but he couldn't calm down, his face was reflected in the small mirror in the room, Qiu Chengke looked up at the face in the mirror, and felt sick to himself.

He still remembered that when Adder saw him for the first time, he almost collapsed without drawing his gun.

When the two old scavengers dug him out of the trash, he also heard what they said. Qiu Chengke touched the large scars on his face and knew that he must be ugly like a monster now.

The small room was extremely quiet, Qiu Chengke looked at the ugly and terrifying face in the mirror, and murmured softly, "How can I appear in front of you like this? Even I feel sick."

He lay back straight on the bed, and stretched out his hand to block the light above his head. The light shone on his face through his scarred hands. Qiu Chengke pursed his lips tightly, and said coldly after a while, "It's so ugly."

Qiu Chengke was wrapped in a thin blanket. Not long after he fell asleep, he heard Salazar's roar from outside, "Let go of my dad! You liar!"

Immediately afterwards, there were two old people's shouts, and Qiu Chengke sat up from the bed with support. He picked up the mask on the side to cover most of his face, pressed down the hood, and then limped out of the room.

"Don't hit her! Let her go!" Salazar held a gun in his hand and yelled at several strong men opposite.

"You guys said to pay back the money today." The man grabbed the old lady by the collar like he was carrying trash, and threw her aside. "If you can't pay the money, give me the farm and the land. It's signed on the IOU!"

His companion kicked the old lady hard, and the old man who was pinned to the ground let out a mournful cry when he saw this scene.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Chengke leaned on the door frame and asked in a cold voice.

"We collect debts, none of your business." The man took out a gun and shot the ground under Qiu Chengke's feet, taunting, "There is no police here to care about you, Yankee."

"Is my accent so obvious?" Qiu Chengke moved his ankles a few times quietly, making sure that he could still try to fight. He narrowed his eyes, thinking about the fastest way to deal with him, and continued, "I Thinking that every Mexican adores America and fantasizes about going there."

"Look, the Yankee who sees people as low as a dog." The man looked at Qiu Chengke viciously, waved to his companion behind him, and took the lead in taking the iron rod beside him and waved it at Qiu Chengke's head.

Qiu Chengke dodged his attack with a step. He gritted his teeth and broke out in cold sweat. He swept his legs and kicked the man's lower body. He grabbed the man's wrist holding the weapon and twisted it hard, making a click. Qiu Chengke Taking the opportunity, she snatched the man's weapon and smashed it hard on his lower abdomen. The man screamed and fell to his knees.

"Are you still fighting?" Qiu Chengke patted the man's flushed cheeks with an iron bar, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"

For a moment, the whole room was silent, only the painful groans/groans suppressed by the man.

"Do you want to get out by yourself, or let me throw you out." Qiu Chengke's pills had been eaten up some time ago, that's why he was in such a state of desperation.

He swayed imperceptibly, half leaning against the door frame, and said with force, "Look at me/what are you doing, get out."

Several people looked at each other, stepped forward to raise their heads, stared at Qiu Chengke vigilantly, and quickly dragged his boss away, the last person said harshly, "You wait, we will have too many people in two days." of!"

Qiu Chengke didn't have the strength to answer, he raised his chin reservedly, as if provocative.

Seeing them walking away, Salazar ran over to help the two old men, and after confirming that they only suffered skin trauma, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"You are amazing, what on earth do you do?" Salazar asked adoringly, clenched his hand/gun.

"Mercenary." Qiu Chengke threw the iron bar aside, and replied casually, "My friends and I got separated. You can call me Yang, that's my name."

The old people supporting each other looked at him blankly, with a gleam of brilliance in their eyes.

"Relax your legs, use your feet hard, don't be nervous. Tilt your head, Salazar, relax, and pay attention to the target in front of you." In the barn of the farm, Qiu Chengke pressed Salazar's wrist and said sternly.

"I think my posture is completely correct." Salazar wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said dissatisfiedly, "What do I learn from guns, and I want to learn your fighting skills."

"Your mother asked me to teach you." Qiu Chengke leaned on a cane and pressed Salazar's shoulders, "Don't lift your shoulders, relax your body, and coordinate naturally."

He leaned over to Salazar's ear, pointed to the opposite target and said, "You are not a cannon, if your feet can move, wherever the threat is, you have to constantly adjust your body, and immediately point your toes towards the threatening direction. Lean forward, but don't get too nervous."

Qiu Chengke's current physical condition can't stand standing for too long. After he taught for a while, he sat on a chair beside him and watched Salazar shoot.

The door of the barn was not closed. He was sitting here, with the warm sunlight shining on his body, and his nose was filled with the aroma of earth.

Qiu Chengke hadn't been so relaxed for a long time. He closed his eyes and tapped the handle of the chair slowly with his fingers.

Salazar wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, walked up to Qiu Chengke and took a sip of water. Looking at Qiu Chengke's exposed skin, he asked hesitantly, "How did you get the injury?"

"Gunshot wound, knife wound or burn wound, which one are you asking?" Qiu Chengke said lazily with his eyes narrowed in a good mood.

"Burns, you've got burns all over your body," Salazar asked.

"In order to take the blame, I stayed in the fire and didn't come out. I fought with the firefighters who came to save me, and that's it." Qiu Chengke replied calmly.

"Your ability to tell stories is really poor." Salazar waved his hands in disgust, and suddenly smiled and winked and asked, "Does your wife know that you make yourself so ugly?"

"I don't have a wife." Qiu Chengke seemed to be recalling some good things, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and he replied with a smile, "But I have a big boy, he is shy but kind and sincere, maybe one day I can ask He proposes."

Salazar waited for a few minutes before he could barely digest the fact that he was gay. He asked curiously, "You are already like this, why didn't he come to save you? He doesn't want you anymore?"

"He doesn't know where I am..." Qiu Chengke lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "It's not that he doesn't want me, it's that I don't have the courage to go back to see him."

The author has something to say: By the way, do you prefer Xiaoqiu to Red or Red to Xiaoqiu?

Why do I find Rhett going to Xiaoqiu so exciting/exciting...

Thinking about it carefully, Xiaoqiu's going to Ruide is also very interesting and entangled.