Chapter 107 Flaw (First Order 2000: Update +1)

Irina’s eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced downwards, then quickly turned back to Roy. She took a cigarette with two fingers, put the cigarette holder into her red lips, and sucked gently:
“How long have you been missing?”

Roy noticed something strange in Irina’s expression, and continued to look into her eyes, saying:

“It’s been 48 hours…”

“Ah…” Irina sighed softly, showing sympathy and understanding. She took Roy’s hand and comforted him:

“Don’t worry, maybe he went out to relax, maybe he will be back in two days. You are not in a good state now, do you want me to have a drink with you?”

Roy nodded slightly and sighed.

Irina opened a bottle of red wine, took out two high-heeled glasses and placed them on the bartender, poured one-sixth of the wine into each glass, and gently picked them up and returned to Roy: “Yours!”

Roy took the goblet handed over by Irina and raised his glass to signal. Irina also raised her glass, and the two glasses collided lightly, making a “ding” sound.

Irina took a sip and Roy drank it all in one gulp.

Water with the flavor of red wine tastes better than plain water.

[Attacked by Viagra: Sildenafil resistance +1]

Irina took the red wine and poured another sixth of a glass for Roy. She put down the bottle and said:

“Your mentor must be very anxious.”

Roy shook his head helplessly:
“Jonathan is not just anxious, he’s going crazy.”

“Your mentor’s name is Jonathan.”

Roy nodded: “Yes, Jonathan Hunt.”

Irina came closer to Roy, hugged his strong arms, put her head gently on his shoulder, and asked softly:

“Do you need my help?”

Hearing this, Roy turned his head to look at Irina and said:
“Can you help?”

Irina raised her head, smiled charmingly, touched Roy’s cheek, and said with a smile:

“Are you doubting my ability?”

After a little thought, Roy nodded:

“Okay, thank you for your help…”

“Haha!” Irina smiled mischievously and said in a very provocative voice, “That depends on your brother’s performance.”

“I’m afraid my brother is in a bad mood today.”

“Is your brother in touch with you?”

“Share one heart.”

Irina smiled: “Roy, you are so humorous. Okay, I know you are in a bad mood. I won’t embarrass you tonight. I also promise you that I will use my channels to help you find Susan.”

“Thanks……”

The goblets clinked again.

Late at night, Roy hugged Irina who was sleeping soundly, and began to recall Irina’s micro-expression when he first mentioned Susan’s name.

Irina’s eyes flashed for a brief moment, and Roy, who had keen insight, immediately caught it.

Although Irina had no flaws since then, based on this tiny piece of information alone, Roy could determine that Irina at least knew Susan.

Could it be that Susan’s death was really related to Irina?
This result was obviously not what Roy wanted to see.

This night,
The two of them just slept in each other’s arms, nothing happened.

the next morning.

Roy left the Hilton Hotel before Irina.

Irina, wearing a white semi-transparent gauze nightgown, sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, lit a cigarette, looked at the $10,000 in cash that Roy had not taken, picked up her cell phone, entered a number, and dialed it.

After the prompt tone sounded five times, the call was connected.

Irina spoke first:
“Jonathan, your wife is missing?”

Jonathan’s voice came from the receiver:

“Yes, how did you know?”

Irina says:
“Roy was at my place last night. He was feeling very uncomfortable and in a bad mood. He told me that.”

“I’m afraid I’m not capable of doing what you asked me to do. I haven’t been in the mood to work recently, and I won’t be going to the bureau. I’ve already asked for leave.”

“Well, no problem. If you have any financial difficulties, you can always come to me. I have promised Roy that I will help him find your wife.”

“Really? Thank you so much…”

“Adjust it, that’s it…”

After hanging up the phone, Irina found a number in her address book and dialed it…

At the same time, in the Bronx, New York.

A Chevrolet Suburban SUV stopped in front of a motel.

After parking the car and opening the door, a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped onto the gravel ground first, followed by Ma Hong’s figure.

After getting off the car, Ma Hong adjusted the collar of his black suit.

He glanced at the name of the motel and saw that it was the one he was looking for.

After closing the car door, he pushed open the door to enter the motel, and came to the front desk. Ma Hong rang the metal bell at the front desk window.

Ding–

An extremely greasy, middle-aged, white-skinned fat man weighing 300 pounds raised his head and looked at Ma Hong, who was dressed in a suit and tie.

The fat white man had bulging cheeks and was holding half a Big Mac five-layer beef burger in his hand. He swallowed the food hard and asked, “Want a room?”

Ma Hong showed his FBI ID and took out a photo:
“Have you seen this person?”

The fat white man first looked at Ma Hong’s FBI ID, then looked at the photo in the other party’s hand, frowned slightly, his eyes wandered, and he shook his head vigorously:
“never seen it!”

Putting the ID back into his pocket, Ma Hong pulled out his gun from under his armpit and pointed the black muzzle at the fat white man’s forehead:
“I don’t like lies.”

Seeing this, the white-skinned fat man trembled all over and pointed carefully at the building above: “203…”

Mahone held out his left hand.

The fat white man immediately took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, found the spare key for 203, took it out, and gently placed it in Ma Hong’s palm.

After getting the key, Mahone turned and went upstairs.

Seeing this person going upstairs, the fat white man immediately picked up the phone, entered the number 911 on the panel, and dialed:

“911? I have someone here pretending to be an FBI agent.”

“Yes, there is a gun…” “The address is…”

Ma Hong came to room number 203 and stopped.

There was a creaking sound from the room, caused by the friction between wood.

“You’re not worth $30, bitch.”

“Damn it, why does it stink so badly?”

“What’s that weird smell? Do you have a gynecological disease?”

Ma Hong inserted the key into the door lock and gently turned it to the right. With a click, the lock popped out. He reached out and grasped the door handle and turned it slowly, and a gap appeared in the door.

The gap in the door faces the large wooden bed.

I saw a middle-aged white man with a burly build and a bristle body beating a Latina woman on the bed.

The woman let out a painful and shrill howl.

While the man inside was paying attention to the woman, Ma Hong took out a pen and tried to open the security chain, but failed after two attempts.

Then the only way is to do it hard…

Ma Hong took two steps back until his body was close to the wall behind him, then he took a sprinting posture, pushed the wall hard with his right foot, leaned forward, and slammed his shoulder against the wooden door.

bang——

The door was knocked open.

The sudden sound startled the middle-aged white man. Just as he was about to turn around to check, he suddenly saw a black thing appear in front of him and hit him in the face.

The pistol handle hit the white man’s face hard, making him dizzy and his eyes full of stars.

Mahone turned to look at the Latino woman and said, “Let’s go!”

The Latino woman quickly picked up her clothes and ran out of the room.

Ma Hong grabbed the man’s hair, dragged him to the ground, and compared him with the face. Yes, it was this man.

“Jeffrey Robinson.”

Jeffrey’s nose was bleeding, and he gasped and asked:

“Who are you? Why are you attacking me?”

“Are you from the Dubin Group?”

Jeffrey stared at Mahone’s face with his eyes and kept silent.

He slammed the other man’s face with the pistol grip again: “Speak!”

Mahone raised the hand holding the gun.

“I’m not, stop hitting me, I’m not…”

“Listen carefully. Answer whatever I ask you. Don’t say any unnecessary nonsense, otherwise…”

Jeffrey nodded vigorously.

“There are five of you going to No. 3378 Laurelton Community. Apart from you, what are the names of the other four?”

Upon hearing this, Jeffrey’s face instantly turned bad.

He said tremblingly:
“You’re here for this. You’re a police officer.”

Mahone put the gun to Jeffrey’s head:
“I have no patience.”

“I said, I said, don’t kill me, Sayyid Sharif, Theodore Lehman, David Thompson.”

“There is still one!”

“This…Okay, Park Young-chang.”

“Park Young-chang? Korean?”

“Yes.”

“Is Park Yongchang a member of the Dubin Group?”

“Yes… yes, I got all my goods from him.”

“Where is he now?”

Jeffrey shook his head: “I really don’t know.”

Mahone asked:

“One last question, where is the handgun you took from the scene?”

Jeffrey looked at the pillow at the head of the bed tremblingly.

Coming to the bed, Ma Hong lifted the pillow and saw Kane’s pistol. He put on gloves, picked up Kane’s pistol, and fired two shots at the wall at the door.

bang bang-

The bullet hit the wall, leaving a bullet hole.

Jeffrey: “???”

Returning to Jeffrey, Mahone raised his pistol, aimed at Jeffrey and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bang bang bang-

Three shots later, Jeffrey was killed.

Mahone held Kane’s pistol with Jeffrey’s hand, then took out an evidence bag from his pocket and put Kane’s pistol into the evidence bag.

Now there is only one person left, Park Young-chang.

Roy’s previous speculation was correct. The five people who sneaked into Kane’s house and destroyed the scene later were assigned by the Dobin drug cartel.

After leaving Room 203, Ma Hong returned to the first floor and turned to look at the front desk. The greasy man immediately shrank his neck and dared not look him in the eye.

I pushed open the door of the motel and walked to the Chevrolet. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard a shout from behind:

“New York police, don’t move!”

When he turned around, he saw two police officers in NYPD uniforms pointing guns at him.

Ma Hong sneered, stretched out his arms, shook his hands, and a coin appeared in the palm of his hand. He clenched his fist and flicked it upward, and the coin flew high into the sky.

The two police officers’ eyes followed the coin as it rose and fell.

Mahone grabbed the coin and flipped his hand to show his FBI ID:

“FBI Senior Agent, Alexander Mahone!”

　Thanks to Shen Xinghao for the reward!
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(End of this chapter)