Chapter 117 Why do you want to kill me?
When Roy saw Irina under the motorcycle helmet, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Shock, astonishment, surprise, confusion, all kinds of expressions instantly flooded his cheeks.

He couldn’t believe it was real. For a moment, he even thought he was hallucinating. The other person’s eyes, pupil color, facial features…

Although Roy had long known that Irina’s identity was not simple, he had never thought that Irina would kill him without any warning.

But that’s not all, she actually does it herself.

How can this be……

Has Ivanka’s affair been discovered?

It shouldn’t be…

Roy was a little confused.

Apart from the Ivanka incident, Irina had no reason to kill herself. They had spent a night together not long ago. How could this happen?
Roy’s brain is a little confused…

He couldn’t figure it out…

Looking at Irina who was pinned to the ground by him, Roy asked:

“Why do you want to kill me?”

Irina’s face was fierce and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

At this moment, Roy, who had keen hearing, heard the sound of an alarm faintly in the distance.

It seems that a colleague is coming. It is not advisable to stay here for long, and it is not a place to question him. The intensive gunfire that just sounded will definitely attract colleagues to come and check.

Roy raised his right hand to knock Irina unconscious, but just as his fist was raised, he suddenly remembered that when he and Irina were fighting in the hotel, she didn’t let him hit her in the face.

Forget it…

He put down his fist and turned Irina’s body face down. Roy used a naked choke from behind to knock her out.

He opened the trunk of the pickup truck, found high-strength tape, tied up the man’s hands and feet with it, and wrapped it around his mouth five times, leaving only a pair of nostrils for breathing. Finally, he tied the man’s hands and feet together behind his back.

There is no other way. To deal with professional killers, you have to use the bottom-line-less binding method. Otherwise, if you give the other party a little opportunity or loophole, he will have the possibility of breaking free.

After tying up the unconscious Irina, Roy opened the main driver’s door that was riddled with bullet holes and looked inside. The dashboard and central control were badly damaged, but the car was still on fire. He got in the car and tried to shift gears and step on the gas, and the pickup truck moved forward one meter.

The car can still be driven…

I have to say that the old carburetors, which are mechanically based and have few electronic systems, are indeed very durable. Even if they are hit by a volley of bullets from an Uzi, it won’t be a big problem. Of course, if it hits the water tank or the oil line, it will be useless.

The sirens are getting closer…

Getting out of the car again, Roy put the unconscious Irina on the back seat and closed the back door with a bang.

Putting on gloves, Roy found a climbing rope in the trunk and wrapped it around the front wheel, engine exhaust duct and rear wheel of the motorcycle. He stood on top of the pickup trunk and pulled upwards with all his strength.

Roy’s deadlift used to be 300 kg without any effort. Now with his increased strength, it is almost effortless for him to pull the 225 kg Kawasaki ZZR1100 onto the trunk of the pickup truck. The rear wheel of the pickup truck began to sink deeply.

Roy quickly used a climbing rope to secure the Kawasaki ZZR firmly to the trunk lid. He jumped off the pickup truck, picked up the Uzi and motorcycle helmet on the ground and threw them into the car. As for the bullet shells, there was no time and no need to pick them up.

The sirens are getting very close…

Roy quickly got in the car, shifted gears and stepped on the gas, and the Ford pickup disappeared at the end of the dark alley. Less than three minutes after he left, three police cars stopped at the scene, and the leading officer who got out of the car was Lampard from Team A…

Since the pickup truck’s main driver’s door was riddled with bullet holes, driving on the main road would have attracted the attention of passers-by and caused unnecessary trouble, so Roy chose to travel through the side roads and alleys, and under the cover of night, he safely left downtown Brooklyn.

While driving, Roy kept thinking about a question.

Why did Irina want to kill herself?

He had to find out why.

Roy decided to take the unconscious Irina to the safe house, because for Roy, that was the safest place.

Immediately, he thought of fixing the motorcycle behind him and wondered if the modified Kawasaki ZZR1100 had a locator.

With the accelerator pressed to the floor, the badly damaged carbureted Ford pickup truck accelerated towards the Hudson River in the suburbs.

Arriving at the river, Roy stepped on the brakes, looked back at Irina who was still unconscious in the back seat, frowned slightly, and sighed softly.

After confirming that Irina had not woken up, Roy put on gloves to prevent leaving fingerprints, untied the ropes that secured the motorcycle, put the motorcycle on the ground, got on the motorcycle, started the engine, and turned the throttle twice. The exhaust sound was very small, just like a normal motorcycle.

Aiming at the dirt slope ahead, Roy stepped on the accelerator deeply and rode the Kawasaki towards the slope. The moment the Kawasaki rushed up the slope, Roy flew to the side, rolled on the grass, and stopped steadily.

The Kawasaki ZZR flew into the air and plunged into the river.

He quickly returned to the pickup truck and found a roll of tinfoil that had been used only once in the trunk. He put Irina on the lawn and wrapped the tinfoil around her body several times, wrapping her up like a mummy, even covering her eyes.

Extraordinary methods must be used to deal with extraordinary people. Roy was not sure whether Irina had a locator on her. He had to be extremely cautious when taking her back to the safe house. All possible safety precautions must be taken in a comprehensive manner.

As long as they reached the safe house, they would be safe. Roy’s safe house was located more than ten meters underground. The roof was made of reinforced concrete with a thickness of 1 meter. He had seen the construction drawings and found that there were steel plates in the soil layer between the underground and ground parts.

A few days ago, Jonathan sent Roy several text messages and made countless phone calls. However, because Roy was in the basement of the safe house at that time and his cell phone had no signal, he did not see Jonathan’s message at the first time.

After shielding himself, Roy got back into the car.

The Ford pickup truck drove towards the safe house.

When they were about to reach the safe house, Roy found that Irina, who was sitting in the back seat, had woken up and was cocooning. He ignored Irina who had already woken up, and quickly drove the pickup truck into the warehouse.

He turned off the engine and got out of the car, closed the outer wall door, closed the warehouse door, opened the back door, pulled out the tinfoil mummy, carried Irina and entered the elevator leading to the underground. When the elevator reached the underground, a strong smell of decay hit Roy’s nose. He suddenly realized that Rashid Garrett, who had been killed a few days ago, had already stank. Because he was not clear-headed at the time, he actually forgot to collect the body.

My goodness, this smell is so strong.

Roy had to put Irina on the dissection table first and went to the wall to turn on the exhaust. But even so, the turbid air here could not be completely emptied in a short period of time, and the rotten corpse over there was still there.

He quickly changed his clothes and put on a gas mask. Roy pushed open Rashid Garrett’s cell and cursed, “Damn it…”

Rats were gnawing on blackened feet, maggots were chrysalis in the rotten flesh, and just one breath of the air in the cell would surely send a person straight to immortality.

Fortunately, Roy wore a special gas mask, otherwise it would be difficult to filter out some disgusting and unpleasant odors such as putrescine, cadaverine, hydrogen sulfide, and methyl mercaptan.

A thick plastic film was spread on the ground. Roy, wearing gloves, dragged Rashid Garrett’s body onto the plastic film, sealed it front and back, top and bottom, found a cart, and pushed the body to the incinerator next door.

After filling the fuel tank with a kerosene mixture, Roy opened the exhaust system that led directly to the underground drainage system, and then fetched the hatchet…

[Using a hand axe: Axe proficiency +1]

As I raised my hand and waved it down, the reminder sound of my increasing proficiency kept ringing in my mind.

The fire in the incinerator grew bigger and bigger, and the temperature became higher and higher.

Finally, Roy was freed…

But the work is not yet done.

All the hydrogen peroxide disinfectants must be used and the cell floor must be cleaned, otherwise the unpleasant smell will linger in this enclosed underground space for several years or even more than ten years.

After finishing everything, Roy finally had a chance to catch his breath.

I took off my gas mask and breathed the air in the workshop. Most of the foul smell had been removed, and the remaining smell mixed with the smell of disinfectant was still acceptable temporarily.

Light a Camel, let the smoke enter your lungs, and exhale slowly.

[Currently smoking: Lung capacity +1]

Now if Roy continuously inhales smoke into his lungs in one breath, he can directly remove nearly half of the smoke. He can hold his breath underwater for 15 minutes without taking a breath.

If the attribute of lung capacity is maxed out, the results will be unimaginable.

After smoking half a cigarette, Roy came to the operating table, tore off the tin foil wrapped around Irina and the tape sealing her mouth, took a deep breath, and asked, “Why do you want to kill me?”

Irina stared at Roy’s face with her eyes fixed, still emitting coldness and murderous intent, which was in great conflict with Roy’s previous perception of Irina.

In Roy’s opinion, Irina gave people the impression of being noble and elegant. Her speech and behavior were modest and appropriate. She had an aristocratic temperament, and there was never any murderous intent in her eyes.

When no one knows about it, he is crazy and wild, extremely eager for excitement, and likes to try all kinds of new things, but that’s all. His eyes have never been so cold.

Roy felt that Irina in front of him didn’t know him, which made Roy very strange and surprised.

After a little thought, Roy left the workshop.

Coming to the room where he used to rest, Roy began to clean it up. He planned to convert this independent room into a cell to temporarily detain Irina.

In a short while, the room was cleared.

Inside, Roy only left a wooden single bed, a set of bedding, a washbasin and a toilet without any cover.

Unlike the room where Rashid was imprisoned, Roy did not install a metal cage in this room. After all, that was Irina, the woman with whom he had spent several nights.

Roy couldn’t kill her until he figured out everything.

Returning to the workshop, Roy carried Irina into the cell, put her on the bed, stood in front of the bed, and said, “I can remove the restraint tape for you, but I advise you not to do anything tricky. You can’t beat me.”

Irina remained silent.

Before removing the restraints, Roy began to search him.

A dagger, a razor blade, a coil of steel wire, a universal handcuff key, chewing gum, plastic explosives, and a switchblade at the bottom of a leather boot…

Roy murmured, “I think you’ve watched too many movies…”

Pinching Irina’s mouth open, Roy carefully observed each tooth and finally found an abnormality in the right molar.

Then, Roy picked up the needle-nosed pliers…

Seeing Roy pick up the needle-nosed pliers, Irina was suddenly shocked, twisted her body hard, her face looked fierce, and her eyes released cold murderous intent.

“Don’t move! If it bursts, you’ll be dead!”

Pinching Irina’s cheeks hard, Roy put the needle-nosed pliers into her mouth, clamped the molar, pulled it back hard, and a big tooth was pulled out.

Letting go of Irina’s cheek, Roy carefully examined the abnormal molar and found something fishy. It was a modified denture with some kind of capsule installed inside.

In front of Irina, Roy used tweezers to gently remove the capsule from the denture, put it in front of his eyes, and carefully observed the crystal clear capsule that was only the size of a soybean. He said, “If my guess is correct, the liquid inside should be cyanide.”

Irina stared at Roy with resentful eyes and spat blood all over him on the spot…

Roy frowned: “What on earth are you going to do?”

(End of this chapter)