Chapter 116 Assassinating Roy, why is it you?

The drug dealer was shaking all over, and looked at the killer in front of him with horrified eyes: “Can you let me go now?”

Roy said coldly: “Answer me one last question and you can leave. You should know Park Yongchang, right? Where is he now?”

“Yes, but I don’t know!”

Roy looked fierce: “I don’t want to hear this.”

The drug dealer began to tremble violently and murmured, “I really don’t know where he is now. I can tell you the location of our headquarters, but I only ask you to let me go.”

“Say!”

“330 Campion Street, Queens.”

Roy pulled the worthless drug dealer up from the ground, took out the last stun grenade from Ma Hong’s pocket, stuffed it directly into the drug dealer’s mouth, pulled the safety ring, kicked him out of the office, and then closed the door.

boom–

For a moment, the whole world went silent.

Ma Hong: “…”

The next second, the whole world became restless again.

There was an alarm outside…

“Listen, everyone inside. We are the NYPD. You are surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender immediately…”

Ma Hong, who had just finished packing the US dollars, paused, looked up at Roy, and thought to himself, what should I do now?
Roy looked at Mahone and said:
“It all depends on your performance now.”

Hearing this, Ma Hong was stunned: “My performance?”

Roy began to teach Mahone the routine.

Ma Hong nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

five minutes later……

Two figures appeared at the front entrance of the apartment building.

When the patrol officers from the Bronx Police Department outside saw someone coming out, they raised their various guns and aimed at the two figures at the same time.

The man in a black suit was holding a black briefcase in his right hand, carrying a Remington M870 on his back, and holding another man’s arm with his left hand.

The man’s head was covered with a McDonald’s bag, his face was completely invisible, and his hands were behind his back, handcuffed.

Seeing this scene, the police officers looked at each other, some of them confused as to what was going on.

Ma Hong gently placed the suitcase on the ground and raised his hands:

“Who among you is the commander here?”

A white police officer with a bloated figure and a big belly said:

“I’m.”

Ma Hong smiled slightly:
“Bring your men here, I have no weapons.”

Big Belly took a closer look and found that the man in the suit had no weapons in his hands except a shotgun on his back. He then winked at his men beside him.

A dozen patrol officers from the Bronx Police Department approached slowly, guns in hand, and the big-bellied man followed.

Ma Hong smiled, opened his arms, flipped his hand, and a coin appeared in the palm of his hand. He clenched his fist and flicked his thumb upwards, and the coin flew into the air.

The police officers followed the coin up and down with their eyes.

Grabbing the falling coin, Mahone flipped his hand and showed his FBI ID:

“FBI Senior Agent, Alexander Mahone!”

Big belly: “???”

Patrolmen: “???”

“Senior FBI agent?” The man with a big belly was stunned.

Ma Hong threw the certificate to the big belly:

“My ID is on the document. Call and ask.”

Big Belly took a look at the ID thrown by the other party. At first glance, it looked real, but to be on the safe side, he still reported the situation on the scene and Ma Hong’s ID number to the dispatcher.

Two minutes later, the dispatcher replied that the FBI did have this person and had already communicated with the FBI to confirm that Agent Mahone was at the current address.

“It turns out to be a senior FBI agent. It’s a misunderstanding. Everyone put down your weapons.” Big Belly returned the ID to Mahone, and then asked, “Someone call the police. Someone fired a gun in this apartment. What’s going on?”

Ma Hong hooked his palm towards the big belly:
“Come here, I’ll tell you.”

Big Belly walked up to Mahone.

Mahone put his arm on the big-bellied police officer’s shoulders, hugged him, and took him aside. At the same time, he turned around and said to the patrolmen: “This man is my suspect. He is very dangerous. No one of you should touch him.”

Turning back, Ma Hong whispered into Big Belly’s ear:

“The basement floor of the apartment is a drug dealer’s drug hiding place. I have already busted it. That man is the suspect in the murder of the deputy director of the Special Investigation Department. I just caught him and I am taking him away now. This man is extremely dangerous. You cannot look at his face. Deputy Director Kane died because he offended the Dubin drug cartel.”

The big belly nodded repeatedly…

Mahone continued:

“There are at least 50 kilograms of cocaine in there now. After I leave, you will lead people to seize this batch of drugs. All the credit for seizing the drugs will be yours. 50 kilograms can at least get you promoted two levels.”

Hearing this, Big Belly’s eyes lit up:
“Really? You really want to give me all the credit for the drug seizure?”

Ma Hong whispered:

“Of course. I’m the person in charge of the Kane case. I want the suspect. Drugs are useless to me. When I go back, I’ll write a report and give you all the credit.”

He took a deep breath, and the big-bellied man’s heartbeat began to speed up. He looked happy and nodded repeatedly.

Ma Hong continued in a low voice:
“Investigate and seal this batch of drugs. Don’t show your face or accept any media interviews. The Dubin drug cartel is not easy to mess with. Don’t tell anyone outside.”

“I understand. I understand. Thank you, Agent Mahone.”

Mahone asked, “So that’s it?”

“That’s it!” The big-bellied man turned around and shouted an order: “Everyone, get out of the way and let this FBI agent take the suspect away.”

After the leading officer said this, the patrolmen gave way.

Picking up the cash box on the ground, Mahone held Roy’s arm, walked through the crowd, went across the street, pushed Roy into the car, and left the scene under the watchful eyes of the big-bellied captain and a group of Bronx patrolmen.

On the way, Mahone took off the McDonald’s packaging bag on Roy’s head, uncuffed Roy, and showed an extremely excited expression: “Roy, you are such a genius…”

Roy rubbed his wrist: “How much money is it?”

Mahone said, “About two million.”

Roy nodded: “Okay, keep 100 million for you to take back to the bureau, and the remaining 100 million will be half and half between you and me. With this money, you don’t have to sell the house for the time being.”

Ma Hong took a deep breath and said, “Thank you!” He stepped on the accelerator and the Chevrolet Suburban SUV drove quickly towards Brooklyn.

The Remington that Mahone brought out was the one that Roy had. As for his own, he left it at the scene and asked his agents to go to the Bronx Police Station to get it. Roy’s Remington had to be taken away.

Returning to where the pickup truck was parked, the two began to divide the loot.

Roy packed $50 and put it on the passenger seat of the pickup truck, put all the weapons into the weapon bag, and threw it into the trunk of the pickup truck.

After finishing everything, Roy came to Ma Hong and without saying a word, he punched Ma Hong in the nose. The force was not strong, but it just made Ma Hong’s nose bleed and the surrounding area was swollen.

Ma Hong covered his nose and said, “What are you doing?”

Roy said, “You have to report back when you go back.”

Mahone understood immediately.

This is the suspect who attacked himself halfway and ran away.

Roy patted Mahone on the shoulder and said, “Let’s go!”

Covering his nose, Ma Hong returned to his car, pulled down the sun visor, opened the makeup mirror, checked his face, wiped it twice with his hands, making his face full of blood, and then drove away.

After returning, Ma Hong will become a legend within the FBI, having bravely broken into the drug dealers’ den alone, killed seventeen people, and brought back $100 million in stolen money. Although the suspect escaped halfway, his record was still impressive enough.

Roy drove straight to the safe house…

On the way, Roy heard the theme song of the movie “Furious 8”.

The same is true for Ma Hong.

As he was driving, Roy sensed something was wrong. His keen perception made him notice that the same black motorcycle appeared five times in a row in the rearview mirror.

Roy stopped the car at the traffic light.

The black motorcycle stopped alongside Roy.

Roy turned his head and saw that it was a black Kawasaki ZZR1100. He also noticed that the exhaust sound of the Kawasaki ZZR1100 was wrong.

The exhaust noise is very small, it must have been modified.

Roy immediately smelled danger. Normal people would ride this kind of large-displacement racing car to show off their skills on the streets, but this ZZR1100 actually reduced the exhaust noise, which was definitely not normal.

The person riding on the Kawasaki racing car was obviously a woman. She was wearing a black helmet and a tight black leather jacket and leather pants.

Looking back, Roy frowned slightly.

This means that someone is targeting us, so we can’t go back to the safe house.

The green light came on and Roy stepped on the gas gently.

He wanted to see what the motorcycle girl would do.

When the green light came on, the Kawasaki car drove forward normally, drove in front of Roy, and turned right at the next traffic light.

Roy ignored her and walked on normally.

After a while, the motorcycle turned back.

Now, Roy directly confirmed that the man’s target was him.

At the intersection ahead, Roy turned right into an alley.

After entering the alley, he turned right again and entered another alley, and parked the car directly at the bend. The vehicle was not turned off. Roy quickly shifted the gear, got out from the passenger door, and slipped in front of the pickup truck, using the body of the car to shield himself.

He planned to catch him alive. Roy wanted to find out who was following him and what the purpose was.

Is his identity exposed? That shouldn’t be the case.

Roy had just squatted for a few seconds when the black motorcycle quickly caught up.

Seeing that the pickup truck had stopped at the corner and was still running, the motorcycle girl stepped forward, pulled out an Uzi submachine gun from the other side and started firing at the driver’s seat.

Roy: “???”

Holy shit! This guy is here to kill me.

After firing a burst of bullets, the motorcycle girl quickly changed the magazine. At this moment, Roy picked up a stone on the ground, stood up suddenly and threw it out.

With the help of her throwing proficiency, the stone hit the woman’s wrist accurately, and with a shake of her hand, the Uzi fell to the ground.

[Throwing Hit: Throwing Proficiency +1]

The next second, Roy stood up suddenly, pointed the gun at the motorcycle girl’s head, and shouted: “Don’t move!”

Being caught off guard and with the other party pointing a gun at her, the motorcycle girl did not act rashly. Instead, she sat quietly on the motorcycle and slowly raised her hands.

Roy walked around the front of the car, walked up to the motorcycle girl, kicked the Uzi on the ground away, and asked, “Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?”

Faced with Roy’s questioning, the motorcycle girl remained silent.

Roy tried to open the opponent’s helmet mask, but just as his left hand touched the opponent’s mask, the motorcycle girl raised her hand and hit Roy’s right hand holding the gun. The moment the muzzle of the gun deviated, the motorcycle girl lowered her head to avoid Roy’s left hand, got off the car, and kicked the gun directly out of Roy’s hand.

“So fast…professional?”

Roy had never seen anyone so fast before. Judging from her agile and efficient movements, this woman was definitely a professional killer who knew how to strike where there were no people.

This time I really met my match.

Those I met in the past were all small fry.

Roy’s expression turned serious.

After kicking Roy’s pistol away, the motorcycle girl took the initiative to attack, using whip kicks and spinning kicks, but Roy, who was prepared, easily dodged them.

Seeing that both attacks missed, the motorcycle girl made a feint and flashed behind Roy. Without giving Roy a chance to turn around, she jumped directly onto Roy’s back, clamped Roy’s neck with her legs, twisted it hard, and knocked Roy to the ground on the spot.

“So fast…”

But why did Roy feel inexplicably familiar with this move?

The motorcycle girl’s attack was continuous, not giving Roy any chance to get up. She turned over and rode on Roy’s back, using a naked choke to try to strangle Roy to death.

However, all the tricks were ineffective in the face of absolute strength. Roy grabbed the motorcycle girl’s wrist and forcibly pried her hand out.

The motorcycle girl groaned as her grip exerted internal pressure.

Roy turned over and pressed her under him, holding down one of her hands with each hand, making the motorcycle girl unable to move.

Cruel and ruthless, every move was aimed at killing Roy.

Roy took a deep breath: “Who are you?”

The motorcycle girl struggled hard, trying to break free, but Roy was too heavy and too strong, and she was unable to get rid of him.

Roy put the biker girl’s hands together on top of her head, held her wrists tightly with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to take off the biker girl’s helmet.

The moment he saw the other person’s face, Roy was shocked:
“Irina, why is it you?”

　Thanks to Dongfang Wufei for the reward of 3000 points!
Asking for a monthly ticket!
Seeking determination!

　
(End of this chapter)