It was close to 12 o'clock when Owen sent Monica home. In the meantime, Owen also received a call from his mother.
Probably because she saw Owen taking some changes of clothes, her mother guessed that he had moved outside, so she called specifically to confirm.
Monica's eyes flashed when the car stopped.
"Thank you, I had a great time tonight."
"Are you happy just by swallowing the gum?"
"So you know?"
"Of course, hahaha~~~"
Monica's pink fist hit Owen's back with a loud bang, and the two quarreled for a while. Owen grabbed Monica's hands, but he couldn't help but think of the softness in his hands in the morning.
He couldn't help but glance at Monica's buttocks.
Monica also noticed Owen's little thoughts, but didn't care, and even pushed her butt up seductively.
Owen licked his lips: "I'm tired, can you invite me to your house for a cup of coffee?"
Owen looked into Monica's eyes, and the smile in Monica's eyes grew brighter: "Of course, I hope you like the taste of this coffee..."
Owen was overjoyed, parked the Camaro in a hurry, and followed Monica through the door.
As soon as Monica entered the door, before the door was closed, she felt a pair of big hands attacking her from behind. The vital position was attacked, Monica turned around with a smile, but her whole body was pushed to the wall by the thugs behind her.
Her small mouth was blocked, and her nose was filled with strong male scent. Monica felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter.
The door is closed, the light reflects a pair of lingering figures behind the curtains, and there is a faint sound of breathing...
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Early the next morning
The newspaper boy rode his bicycle and threw today's newspaper on the lawn in front of the door from a distance. Grandma Lucy, who was opposite Monica's house, was surprised to find that there was a new person coming out to pick up the newspaper from Monica's house today.
The old woman smiled. It seemed that the youngest daughter of the Weiss family had finally found a boyfriend. Owen, who was wearing pajamas, picked up the newspaper, flicked it, said hello to the smiling old woman opposite and then turned around and entered the house.
For breakfast, Monica made a simple milk bread omelette. There was really no technical content in this thing, but the way Monica was wearing only a men's shirt making breakfast for him made Owen move his index finger.
Don’t you know that you are tempting me to commit a crime like this? As a former Los Angeles police officer, I must stop this behavior. So before Monica finished her breakfast, Owen caught her back in the room and tortured her for half an hour.
Therefore, the two of them ate this breakfast for a full hour and a half.
Seeing that it was almost time, the two set off. Today they made an appointment to go to the cemetery to visit their dead comrades.
Owen drove the Camaro and took Monica to his residence first to pick up some items for worship, and then the two of them went straight to the cemetery.
I happened to bump into ASH and eager in the parking lot. Campbell wanted to come today, but was persuaded by ASH. The wound on the guy's neck hasn't fully grown yet. If he gets excited again after coming here, he won't be able to come back.
went.
After a while, the heartbeat came. All of them were dressed in black and had serious expressions. Their best brothers and comrades-in-arms were buried here.
The graves of Morris and others are next to each other. This was originally a joke among them during their lifetime, but it became a fact after their death.
They brought Morris, Colson, and Nicholas each a bottle of good wine.
The group was speechless for a long time facing the cold tombstone, and finally the captain ASH spoke.
"Brothers, we have avenged you, and this is the gift we brought back to you~~~"
Just when ASH finished saying this, everyone took out something wrapped in gauze from their pockets. They didn't know what it was, but there was faint traces of blood seeping out.
Everyone placed the things in the gauze in front of several tombstones. Those things turned out to be severed fingers, ferocious-looking, and stained with blood.
These fingers all belonged to Brancato Montel. After they shot him, each of them cut them off with their own hands, just to show them to their dead brothers.
By presenting their severed fingers, they officially had an explanation for their dead brothers. With solemn expressions on their faces, everyone in black quietly picked up the wine bottle and sprinkled the wine in front of the tombstone.
"Morris, haven't you always said that you Texans are the best drinkers? I'd like to toast you for such a happy event today..."
"Nicholas, your gun-drawing skills have never been very good. Please practice hard and we will still be brothers in the next life..."
"Colson, you guy, you haven't paid me the money you lost in the last bet. I don't want it anymore. Come drink this drink with me..."
The eager voice was choked with sobs, and he couldn't help crying. He toasted one by one. After a few drinks, he was already drunk. Owen supported him from behind, and he gradually fell asleep.
Neither Monica nor ASH were talkative during SWAT, especially Monica. I'm afraid she didn't talk much to the dead team members, but they still had feelings. They were together through life and death, and they could stop each other's bullets.
Others will not understand your friendship.
Owen didn't say anything sensational, but toasted to each of the three tombstones, hiding the friendship in his heart.
Next it's the heartbeat's turn.
Heartbeat first toasted to the three of them, and then solemnly toasted to Morris alone. In fact, he had no friendship with the SWAT people. In the first operation they participated in together, Morris and the other three died.
However, Morris had blocked a shot for him before he died, so he volunteered to participate in the Colombian operation just to repay Morris's kindness.
After leaving the cemetery, everyone was in a bad mood and left separately.
Owen parked the car next to a park, and the two of them sat on a park bench in a daze. Monica leaned in his arms, suddenly flashed her big bright eyes and asked: "Owen, you said they died
Is it worth it?”
Owen looked at the sky, "I don't know either."
He looked at the children who were feeding the pigeons in the square. Their innocent smiles were so pure. Owen couldn't help but add: "Maybe it's worth it, for this beauty..."
Probably the laughter of those children touched somewhere in Monica's heart. Monica jumped into his arms, sobbing slightly: "Owen, I want to cry..."
Owen stroked her hair as if comforting a child: "Cry if you want, lie in my arms and cry as much as you want..."
There was a slight whimper in his arms, and then the sound became louder and louder. Owen was still stroking Monica's hair. This woman is lonely. She always disguises herself to make herself look cold and inhumane.
She doesn't even make friends.
She has become accustomed to being strong on the outside and hiding all the difficulties in her heart. If it hadn't been for what happened today, she might have stayed like this strong forever.
A few minutes later, Monica's whimpering voice sounded in her arms: "I am a German orphan, and I was brought to the United States by my adoptive parents when I was very young.
They raised me as their own child, sent me to school, and watched me grow up. My adoptive parents once said that their greatest wish was to see me become better and better.
I have been working hard in this area, trying to make myself better, but they can't see it. They are gone, but I know that they are watching me in the sky.
From then on, I worked hard to do everything well, just so that they could see what I did for them in heaven, I wanted to make myself better, and I wanted to realize their wishes..."
Monica's words were intermittent, and it was obvious that she was not in a calm mood. Owen never knew that she was carrying such a thing in her heart. No wonder she has to be the best at everything. No wonder she got the nickname "IQ" because it was not how smart she was.