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Watching Isa exit the door, and the girl's red leather shoes can be seen under the crack of the door.

Calvin walked up to the sleeping man.He watched him for a moment, then deftly pulled a pack of cigarettes from the man's pocket.

And even so, the man still didn't wake up... He just frowned and changed into another uncomfortable posture. The deep lines between his brows made him look much older than his actual age.

Calvin sat down beside the man and lit a cigarette.

He stared blankly at the rising smoke, and after a few seconds, he calmly pressed the smoke on the back of the man's hand.

"Aww oh fuck your mother—"

The man uttered a sharp curse mixed with a scream, and the body wrapped in the gray windbreaker jumped up suddenly. Before he opened his eyes, he had already stretched his hand into the windbreaker, but the memory that should exist The hard object is not where it should be.

The moment he realized this, he suddenly woke up, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.All the muscles in his body tensed up, and he made a subconscious defensive action——

"Looking for this?"

Calvin sat upright on the sofa, and he stretched out a finger to pick the trigger of an M1911.

The man froze. He stared blankly at Calvin, as if he was trying to combine everything in front of him with reality. In the next second, his body completely relaxed.

"Oh, damn——Calvin?!" He stretched out the back of his hand in front of his eyes, looked at the red marks from the cigarette butt and cursed, "Is this a greeting ceremony? Burning your brother with a cigarette butt?! To be honest, this is terrible. Really unpleasant!"

Calvin sneered, and he threw the gun in his hand towards the man.

"It's just my brother in law, Isaac. If I were your target, you would be dead by this time."

He looked at the man who was frantically putting the gun back into its original place and said coldly.

"Because of you I wasn't vigilant...hell do you remember the first two years you came to my house and how you were like a puppy crying and saying you wanted to sleep with me ? If I hadn't let go of my vigilance against you, you would have been killed by me when you were still that cute little sweetheart."

Isaac Holden wiped his face vigorously and growled at Calvin in a low voice.

Calvin let out a cold snort from his nose, folded his arms around his chest, and stood up from the sofa.

"Don't make up things that don't exist, if I remember correctly I'm not the one who's afraid of ghosts, lightning, and the dark, 'Brother Isaac', think about it, if I didn't have puberty, I'm afraid thunderstorms are still here God, you are still shivering in my quilt."

Isaac's eyes widened as if being stabbed by an invisible poisonous thorn, and he spread his hands towards Calvin: "Are you serious? Calvin? Are we really going to continue to settle old scores like this? Or are you Think I really don't have any embarrassment about you?"

"You make it sound like I have more embarrassments than yours."

Calvin walked up to Isaac step by step. He raised his head slightly and stared at his adoptive brother, the son of Dr. Holden.And Isaac glared at him without showing any weakness.

They maintained a tit-for-tat posture and faced each other for a moment with that sharp gaze.

A few seconds later, Calvin reached out and patted Isaac on the shoulder.

"Hey, man. You're back."

Calvin said in a low voice.

Isaac stretched out his arms and hugged him back ferociously, his hands patting Calvin's back hard.

"Yes, I'm back... finally."

After a while, Isaac let go of Calvin.

"You look good."

he said to Calvin.

"Better than you," Calvin responded. "They finally let you back?"

Isaac rubbed his face again, and he let out a long sigh that seemed to come out of his lungs.

"That's right, they have to let me back, I won't go out again." Isaac licked his lips, "I'm transferred to the Los Angeles Police Department now, that's right, you have to call Mr. Detective from now on , which sounds pretty cool to be honest..."

Calvin spoke again without waiting for Isaac to finish speaking.

"Forgot to ask, how is your previous wound?"

Isaac was stunned for a moment, then shrugged: "It's gone, but it's actually quite a pity, isn't it? The nurses in that hospital are quite upright..."

Calvin lowered his head and glanced at the back of his hand.

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

"I'm not reporting until next Monday and they've given me a little time to process it..."

"very good."

Calvin said in a low voice.

Then, his fist hit Isaac in the face.

"boom--"

With a muffled sound, Isaac's head turned to one side, and a mouthful of blood splashed out from the corner of his grinning mouth.

"This punch is for Dr. Holden."

Calvin matched his sharp fist with an explanation.

"Well……"

Isaac snorted, then instinctively grabbed Calvin's wrist with his hand and twisted to the side.

But Calvin's expression didn't change a bit, he twisted his shoulders along with Isaac's strength, and his knee hit Isaac's abdomen heavily.Isaac dodged back suddenly, he had an amazing dexterity that was completely inconsistent with his tall body.Calvin's hard knee only brushed against the hem of his clothes, and the young man with amazing beauty methodically continued to raise his palm and slash at Isaac's throat. His brother had to tilt his head back to avoid the almost murderous knife .Calvin's body was as soft as a poisonous snake. After failing to hit him with one blow, he wrapped himself around Isaac's wrist, and then exerted force along the direction of the joint——

"Oh, shit—"

Isaac's facial muscles contorted for a moment, and he let out a growl.Calvin's blow just now directly dislocated his right arm.

"Don't—Gal—"

Isaac tried to stop Calvin, but the latter didn't seem to intend to give him this chance.

"This punch is because I want to punch you."

Like a programmed robot, Calvin said calmly as he slammed his fist into Isaac's face.

Isaac dodged the fist in a bit of embarrassment, and the dislocated arm made it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

"Wait—I admit defeat—Calvin?!"

Isaac continued to shout.

However, Calvin didn't seem to notice Isaac's begging for mercy at all. He continued to attack Isaac's weakness, agile, powerful, and deadly.Isaac had to fight back really hard, trying to pinch Calvin's knuckles, but that only gave him another hard knee to the crotch.Isaac's body suddenly hunched, and he almost screamed, but Calvin stopped his voice with a fist.

The tall black-haired man flew out in this too strong punch, he smashed a wooden box, inlaid with cheap sequins and fake ostrich feathers, the real fabric was no more than a hand-sized dancer outfit scattered out of the box .

"And this punch is because I want to punch you."

Calvin slowly came to the wreckage of the wooden box, he looked down at Isaac and said.

Then he took out the band-aid from his pocket, tore it carefully, and stuck it on his bloodshot joint.

Isaac fell into the pink ostrich feathers and the fragments of the wooden box. After a while, he let out a groan.

"Fuck...you fucking...really hurts."

He shielded his face with the elbow of his left hand.

Calvin stood beside him motionless.

"He actually wants to see you." He said, his voice was tinged with a hoarse voice, "He didn't say, but I know he wants to see you."

Isaac lay on the ground, as quiet as a real dead body.

It took a long time before his voice came out from under his elbow.

"...I don't know. I was... on mission... No one told me, man, I really don't know. That old man looks like he'll live into the next century, I always feel like I still have Time... this is the last mission, really the last..."

Isaac's voice shifted, nasally making it sound ridiculous.

All the pretended ease and toughness dissipated like soap bubbles.

Calvin stood straight as a javelin in the middle of the room, listening to the harsh, vulnerable cries of the other man.