Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 10 Silencing
Director's Office.

Gordon looked at Roy who was sitting opposite him and asked:

"Which is more exciting to you: shooting a suspect or disposing of a body?"

"It's all the same to me, nothing to get excited about."

"You're 23 years old, you've been working for 10 months, and you've killed three people. If I remember correctly, you've handled more than a dozen bodies, right?"

"almost."

"Tell me the truth, when you were dealing with those beautiful female corpses, did you have any bad thoughts?"

Roy looked at Gordon and said nothing.

What kind of a bird question is this...

Seeing that Roy didn't respond, Gordon laughed.

He pulled a thick manila file bag from a drawer and pushed it in front of Roy, but didn't let go.

Gordon looked Roy in the eye and asked:

"You really didn't see that woman last night?"

Roy nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, I didn't see it."

Gordon's eyes moved slightly, and he continued to observe Roy's micro-expressions:
"How did that person die?"

"A dagger through the heart."

“How was the body disposed of?”

"The faces were disfigured by hammers, everything was burned, the bodies and vehicles were pushed off the cliff, and it was disguised as revenge by gangsters."

Gordon nodded, then asked:

"Yes, what is the killer's identity?"

Roy and Gordon looked at each other, and after a moment, said:

"Lyman Bright, a detective from the Bronx police station. I found his ID on him, but I had to destroy it."

"Lyman Bright? Detective from the Bronx?"

Gordon thought about it.

Judging from his expression, Gordon probably didn't know the killer's identity beforehand, and Roy's subtle observation was soon verified.

Gordon said to himself: "Sending a cop killer..."

Then, a look of disdain appeared on his face: “What a waste.”

Gordon's hand left the brown paper bag:
"There's fifty thousand dollars in here."

Roy did not open the package to check. He still trusted Gordon when it came to giving money.

"Okay, go back and write a report and prepare for administrative leave."

"how long?"

"How long do you want?"

"A week."

"Just a week? Are you sure? I can give you a month off."

"enough."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll take care of the aftermath for you."

"Thank you, Director."

After saying this, Roy put the brown paper bag into his backpack, stood up and prepared to leave. Just as he walked to the door and was about to open it, he heard Gordon say:
"Oh, by the way, Roy, as usual, you need to receive psychological counseling. Our branch has just changed the psychological counseling agency. You don't need to go to Xilin Psychological Clinic. For details, you can ask Dai Lin."

"Okay, Director."

Roy left Gordon's office.

From Gordon's performance just now, Roy vaguely felt that the other party might have doubts about him, and Gordon was testing him.

Who exactly wants to kill Ivanka?
Roy had doubts in his mind, but one thing was certain, that is, the murder of Ivanka must be aimed at her father.

If he has the chance, he must find out who is going to attack Ivanka's family. If he wants Ivanka's family to become another supporter of his, it is not enough to just save Ivanka once, he must have more favors in his hands.

……

"Dai Lin, the director asked me to ask you about your new psychological counseling agency."

Dai Lin handed Roy a card: "This is the one. When do you want to go? I'll make an appointment for you."

Roy took the card and looked at the information on it:
Irina Psychological Counseling Clinic.

After a little thought, Roy said, "Then let's do it tomorrow afternoon. I have to go to the hospital in the morning."

Dai Lin: "Are you going to see your sister?"

"Ok!"

Roy nodded.

"I wish I had a brother as good as you."

Dai Lin cast an envious look at him.

Roy didn't say anything else. He smiled and turned away.

It was dark when we left the police station.

Roy drove the SUV out of the police station and headed for the apartment.
Roy realized that someone was following him.

Through the rearview mirror.

He saw several Harleys.

What a haunting bunch of guys.

The SUV turned into an alley and stopped.

The Harley motorcycles followed.

Roy got out of the car and opened his jacket, revealing a pistol.

Five Harleys stopped twenty meters away.

The other party turned on the high beam.

Roy's vision was disturbed.

[Attacked by strong light: Light resistance +1]

[Attacked by strong light: Light resistance +1]

Faintly, Roy felt that the lights on the opposite side were gradually dimming.

The faces of the five people sitting on the motorcycle gradually became clear.

"You hurt my brother!"

The leading redneck spoke up.

"So what?"

Roy unlocked the holster safety catch.

"This matter is not over yet!"

After saying that, the man stepped on the accelerator, turned the car around and drove away.

Ran?

Roy thought the other party was going to attack the police.

This will add some more attributes.

Back at the apartment, Roy checked the entry alarm and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After coming out, he turned on the TV.

The news on TV caught Roy's attention.

He opened a can of cold beer and took a long sip.

On the TV screen, a reporter was reporting in front of the camera, and behind him were several police cars and fire trucks with warning lights on.

A wooden villa was burning fiercely. Uniformed police officers set up a cordon and firefighters were working hard to put out the fire.

"I'm Lila, a special correspondent for CNN."

"It is reported that the owner of the burning villa behind me is named Lyman Bright, a detective from the Bronx police station."

Hearing this, Roy frowned slightly.

The reporter continued to report:
"Firefighters are working hard to put out the fire and have not yet been able to contact Officer Lyman Bright. According to Sheriff Brayton, Lyman Bright has been missing for more than 24 hours."

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman entered the scene.

"I'm a neighbor of this house. Before the fire, I heard someone in the house calling for help. I'm sure it was Misu's voice. Oh, God, Misu and her two children were there!"

The reporter immediately asked:
"Is Misu the wife of Officer Lyman Bright?"

"Yes, they are all good people who often help their neighbors. How could such a thing happen to them? God, please have mercy on them and save those two children. Lyman, why hasn't Lyman come back yet?"

Roy turned off the TV.

He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

Thick smoke enters the lungs, and a warning sound sounds:
[Currently smoking: Lung cancer resistance +1]

Roy knew it well.

This is man-made.

Someone was destroying evidence and killing Lyman Bright's entire family.

This is because they are afraid that the missing Lyman Bright will implicate those people or organizations hiding in the dark, who are also Gordon's employers.

"Who are these people?"

"Not even letting the children go?"

"What a fucking pervert."

"If I..."

"I won't let it go either."

Just as Roy was thinking, there was a knock on the apartment door.

"who!!"

Roy reached for his pistol...

(End of this chapter)