Chapter 114 Reborn
On the first floor of the fashion store, more than a dozen tall and burly white bodyguards wearing black suits all looked towards the stairs.

Ivanka’s steps were obviously jerky as she went down the stairs. She could only take one step at a time. She held her waist with her right hand and walked down slowly, with difficulty and effort.

Seeing this, the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to support her. With the help of the bodyguard, Ivanka walked down the last step of the stairs. She wanted to look back upstairs, but she was worried that the bodyguard would become suspicious and come upstairs to check, so she held back.

The bodyguard was surprised to see Ivanka walking like this, and then he walked up to her and asked, “Miss, what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing… I was chased by a few black people when I got separated just now. Maybe I ran too fast and strained some muscles. I will be fine after resting for a while.” Ivanka said with difficulty.

“Miss, why do I feel like there’s something wrong with your jaw? Will running strain your facial muscles?” The bodyguard noticed that Ivanka was having some difficulty speaking, and it was obvious that there was something wrong with her jaw.

“Nothing… nothing, let’s go!”

“Yes, miss!”

Two bodyguards supported Ivanka as she left the fashion store.

When leaving, the bodyguard looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor. The next second, he saw blood dripping from the gap in the stairs.

The bodyguard came to the stairs and looked up.

A body lying on the last two steps of the second floor came into view. As I continued to check, I saw blood and tissue fragments splattered all over the nearby walls.

Just then, Ivanka’s voice came from outside the fashion store:
“Phil, what are you doing, let’s go!”

Phil, who was just about to go upstairs to check, stopped after hearing Ivanka’s order, thought for a moment, turned around and left the fashion store. When he reached the door, he looked back at the stairs again.

Roy, who was on the second floor, came to the ventilation window, opened a gap in the window, and through the gap between the grille-style doorplates of the fashion store, he saw Ivanka who was about to get into the car.

There were at least six or seven Mercedes-Benz cars parked in front of the fashion store. The bodyguards closed the door on Ivanka’s side and got into other Mercedes-Benz cars.

The bodyguard in charge came up to a middle-aged officer in camouflage uniform and shook hands with him: “Thank you, Captain Rag, for clearing the way.”

The officer named Rag smiled and nodded.

When the two parties let go of each other’s hands, from Roy’s angle, he just happened to see a white cardboard on the palm of Rag’s hand, and Rag quickly put the cardboard into his pocket.

With his keen eyesight and the color difference between Raghu, who was black, and the white card, Roy could see clearly that the piece of cardboard was a bank check.

Captain Rag waved his hand:
“Escort them back to the King’s Building!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Captain Rag got into a military Humvee.

A convoy consisting of two military Hummers leading the way, seven Mercedes-Benzes in the middle and an armored vehicle at the rear drove away from the fashion store in a mighty manner.

Roy thought to himself: It looks like the National Guard is coming in.

not far away……

A six-man team led by Captain Richard came to the other end of the auxiliary road, which was connected to another main street.

Two military Humvees drove quickly in front of the six-man team, followed by seven Mercedes-Benz S-Class vehicles and a National Guard armored vehicle. A soldier on the armored vehicle stood in a machine gun tower with half of his body exposed, holding a heavy machine gun in both hands.

Looking at the convoy passing by, Tom muttered, “See, rich people are different. They can ask the National Guard to escort and clear the way. Damn these capitalists.”

House sneered, “Tom, why don’t you say that capitalists pay more taxes than you do?”

Hearing this, Tom sneered: “House, who told you that capitalists pay more taxes than you and me? Have you ever heard of a term called reasonable tax avoidance? When I have time, I will popularize what is registered offshore company and what is trust fund.”

Mia then said, “House, Tom is right. Here, the taxes paid by the middle class are always much higher than those of the rich.”

“Okay, shut up. Our mission is to find Roy, not to discuss how much tax the rich pay. Which direction do you think Roy will go?” Richard asked, stopping the boring chatter of several people.

Mia first looked to her right, then turned to her left. The next second, she screamed, “Roy!!”

“Where?” the police officers asked at the same time.

Mia pointed to a spot not far to the left.

The officers looked to their left at the same time.

I saw Roy wearing a denim jacket, jeans and cowboy boots, standing at the door of a fashion store not far away, waving at me.

Richard and others ran over immediately.

Mia ran to Roy and spoke first: “Roy, are you okay? Are you not hurt? Let me see…”

As she said that, Mia was about to check Roy’s body.

Roy grabbed Mia’s hand and said, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m not injured. Look, I’m fine now, aren’t I?”

After hearing Roy’s words, Mia finally felt relieved.

Richard said, “Roy, didn’t we give a special order when we set out that no matter what happens, we can’t act alone?”

Roy explained: “It was a bit of a red eye at the time.”

Richard didn’t mean to blame Roy, he was just worried about Roy’s safety. Now that he saw that Roy was fine, he felt relieved.

Mia asked Roy: “Why is your phone turned off?”

Roy shook his head helplessly and took out the broken phone from his trouser pocket: “It was accidentally broken when I was fighting those thugs.”

Mia sighed softly…

House looked at Roy’s clothes and asked, “Deputy Captain, why did you change your clothes? This denim suit really suits you.”

Roy replied: “It’s too conspicuous for a person to walk on the street in a uniform. The thugs like to chase lone PDs, so I changed into a new set of clothes here.”

Tom looked at House and said sarcastically, “House, I think your intelligence is really problematic. Being alone in this situation, of course you should take off your uniform as soon as possible. Even if you run naked on the street, it will be safer than wearing a uniform.”

“You…” House stared at Tom fiercely.

“Okay, stop arguing. Now that the National Guard has entered Manhattan, I think the situation will calm down soon. House, Tom, you two go inside and pack up Roy’s equipment. We’re going back to 40 Wall Street,” Richard ordered.

House looked unhappy:

“Why are we two together again?”

Tom said coldly:
“You think I want to join you?”

Richard kicked one person in the ass: “Go!”

Just as Richard said, after the National Guard entered Manhattan, they quickly quelled the riot, and Roy and his men withdrew to the bureau that night.

During this time of handling the riot, Roy’s various attributes soared, and he could personally feel that he was significantly different from who he was last week.

In terms of strength, he can now use the strength of his waist and abdomen to deliver a full-strength punch of up to 1000 pounds, which is far ahead of those professional heavyweight boxers.

Physical strength and endurance have been improved.

Roy’s golden finger has one invincible feature, that is, when his physical strength increases, he will immediately restore the current lost physical strength. This means that when he is beating up a group of people, his physical strength is almost unlimited.

The explosive power and speed gained from the shell gun allowed him to start more quickly and suddenly. Now, his 9-meter speed can reach about 3 seconds. In addition, Roy’s pistol proficiency is full. As long as it is a pistol, no matter what model, as long as he gets it, his muscle memory is immediately in place, and he can fully and skillfully control various types and models of pistols. For example, the one-handed mid-air reloading he used last time is related to his proficiency.

The increase in coagulation properties allows Roy to stop bleeding quickly and automatically after being injured. This property is very important.

More important than the coagulation attribute is the recovery attribute, which controls the speed at which Roy’s wounds heal. If this attribute is maxed out, Roy believes that even if Wolverine and Deadpool come, they will have to stand aside.

Three days later…

night.

Roy was leaning on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and watching NBA.

The live broadcast on TV was the Los Angeles Lakers vs. Houston Rockets. At that time, Kobe Bryant was just 22 years old, which was the golden age.

Roy really wanted to go to Los Angeles and watch Kobe Bryant dribble past opponents, make three-pointers, and dunk on the court in person, but there were too many recent events. There was still one person who had not been killed in the Kane incident, and there was no progress in Susan’s murder.

buzzing-

The new cell phone vibrated on the coffee table.

Roy picked up the phone and opened the cover to take a look.

The caller was Oscar.

Press the answer button and the call is connected:
“what’s up?”

Oscar’s voice came from the receiver:

“Boss, your police officer friend is drinking with me, and he looks like he’s getting drunk.”

“Which one?”

“It’s the police officer who helped you move last time.”

Hearing this, Roy was stunned: “Jonathan?”

“Sorry boss, I don’t know his name.”

“Okay, keep an eye on him, I’ll go over now.”

After hanging up the phone, Roy took out a black hooded jacket from the closet, put on jeans and riding boots, put his pistol into the holster under his left armpit, picked up his coat, opened the door and walked into the corridor. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, he stuck a small mechanical pencil lead into the gap of the door at the fold and left Lance’s apartment.

Outside the Show Girl Club.

After parking the Ford pickup, Roy pushed open the door of the club and entered.

As soon as I entered the door, a strong smell of marijuana hit my nose.

[Inhaled Second-hand Leaves: Cannabis Resistance +1]

Seeing the boss coming, Oscar came forward and pointed in the direction of the bar: “Boss, he’s over there…”

Following the direction of Oscar’s finger, Roy saw Jonathan Hunter who was drinking alone.

Roy patted Oscar on the shoulder and walked towards Jonathan.

Roy sat down next to Jonathan and snapped his fingers at the bartender: “Do you have 100% pure alcohol?”

Bartender: “???”

The bartender, with a head full of question marks, shook his head.

“Industrial ethanol is also OK…”

Bartender: “???”

“Forget it, use the strongest vodka you have here as the base liquor and mix me a drink of the strongest strength.”

Bartender: “…”

Oscar on the side angrily scolded the confused bartender: “Fuck, you mix it the way my boss told you to.”

“Yes Yes Yes……”

The bartender nodded repeatedly. He couldn’t afford to offend Oscar, as he was the second-in-command of the Night Gang.

In this case, it can only be like this…

The bartender brought out the store’s most valuable drink.

96° Water of Life…

Without adding anything, just fill the thumb cup.

Roy patted Jonathan on the shoulder and said, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t drink so much.”

“Susan…Susan…” Jonathan, drunkenly, shook his head and saw double.

Roy sighed heavily, picked up the pure water of life handed to him by the bartender, and drank it all in one gulp.

Smacking lips, but I don’t feel anything.

It is indeed the water of life.

For Roy, it tastes like water…

Bartender: “???”

Roy pushed the thumb cup back: “Change to a larger cup.”

Bartender: “…”

This time, the bartender filled the glass.

Roy finished it in one breath: “Rubbish…”

Bartender: “???”

Just then, Roy’s cell phone vibrated.

He took out his phone and put it to his ear:

“it’s me!”

Ma Hong’s voice reached Roy’s ears:

“We’re meeting to discuss the Dubin drug cartel.”

(End of this chapter)