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Chapter 13 Roy, you are so cruel!

"not me."

Roy answered this question almost off the top of his head.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Irina continued to ask:
"What happened?"

"When I arrived at the scene, I saw a car and a male body. I then called Gordon to report the situation on the scene and his instructions to me were to deal with the male body."

"How did you handle it?"

Roy told Irina his explanation to Gordon.

After listening to Roy's narration, Irina pondered for a moment and gently stroked Roy's cheek:

"Okay, you need to rest, get some sleep."

After a moment, Roy let out a heavy breath.

Irina stood up, went to the outer room and closed the door.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"it's me."

"How was the inquiry?"

Gordon's voice came over the phone.

"I think you're worrying too much. There's nothing wrong with this kid. Lyman Bright wasn't killed by him."

"OK, I get it."

"Gordon, you have such an outstanding young man under your command, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, he's mine now."

"Irina, let me remind you that he is mine. I advise you not to have any other thoughts."

"Don't worry, you are still the one who assigns the missions, and you are still in charge of the money for the missions. We are abiding by the spirit of the contract. He is still your subordinate, and there is no way I will let him know my identity. I will certainly not assign missions to him directly. What I want... is just his body."

"Don't ruin him."

"That's nothing you need to worry about."

After hanging up the phone, Irina licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

While Irina was on the phone, Roy, who was lying in the inner room, had already guessed that Irina had gone outside to communicate with Gordon. He tried to hold his breath and try to hear what Irina said, but the result was the opposite of what he expected. The room was soundproofed too well and he could not hear anything.

He couldn't move because Roy couldn't be sure whether there was any surveillance equipment in the room. Although he didn't hear it, he could guess it.

Soon.

Irina pushed the door open and returned to the room.

After entering, she locked the heavy soundproof door.

Taking out a small bottle of clear liquid from the cabinet, Irina poured a drop into a glass of water.

Coming to Roy, she snapped her fingers.

Snapped--

"Forget everything that just happened."

"You can wake up now."

Roy's eyelids twitched slightly, but he still pretended that he couldn't open them.

Irina raised the back of the sofa and fed Roy a big sip of water.

That drop of liquid just now is a phenothiazine drug, which can combine the effects of lysergic acid diethylamide.

Roy naturally wouldn't resist anything Irina fed him. As a hacker, even if he was fed cyanide, he would drink it without hesitation.

Anyway, you can’t die, so your resistance will increase.

[Attacked by drugs: Phenothiazine resistance +1]

[Attacked by drugs: Phenothiazine resistance +1]

After feeding Roy the antidote, Irina prepared another glass of water. She took out a small blue pill, crushed it, poured the powder into the glass, and shook it gently. The blue powder quickly dissolved in the water.

Finish these.

Irina sat down next to Roy slowly and lit a cigarette. She held the cigarette in her left hand and exhaled puffs of smoke from her red lips, while her right hand gently stroked the back of Roy's hand.

During this time, Roy felt his body getting hotter and hotter.

About fifteen minutes passed.

Roy opened his eyes completely.

He turned his head and looked at Irina who was holding his hand:
"What's going on? I feel dizzy."

"Can't remember?" Irina asked softly.

Roy pretended to try to recall:
"You seemed to say that I was a devil, and then I felt very, very sleepy, as if I had a dream, but I couldn't remember the content of the dream."

Irina smiled and said:

"You did fall asleep."

"I'm really sorry for delaying the psychological counseling."

"You are a devil. You don't need any psychological counseling. It would be good to have some sleep to relieve your fatigue. I have no clients this afternoon, only you."

Irina patted the back of Roy's hand gently.

This woman was too charming and seductive. Roy could feel that Irina was definitely a pervert. From her speech, manners and actions, Roy guessed what this pervert wanted to do.

Irina sat on Roy's sofa. She picked up the white water mixed with the blue powder and brought it to Roy's mouth:
"Drink it."

Roy took the glass and drank it all.

The reminder sound in my mind also sounded:

[Attacked by drugs: Viagra resistance +1]

Roy: "???"

Who do you look down on?
After handing over the water, Irina did not stand up, but continued to sit on the edge of Roy's sofa. She crossed her legs, placed her left hand lightly on Roy's leg, and slowly moved upwards bit by bit.

"Am I beautiful?" What a waste of words.

How could Roy not eat the fat meat that was delivered to his door?

He immediately held Irina in his arms and kissed her red lips.

...

It's indescribable.

...

[Brother attacked: Width +1]

[Physical energy +1]

[Endurance +1]

[Durability +1]

【Speed+1】

[Flexibility +1]

Roy: "???"

Three hours later.

On the other hand, Roy's face was flushed and his breathing was even. Although he was sweating a lot, there was nothing wrong with his body.

"So strong!!"

Irina, exhausted, was breathing heavily.

have a break.

Irina tidied her clothes and threw the torn stockings into the trash can.

"I'm not convinced."

Roy: "..."

"go!"

"Where?"

Irina didn't say anything and walked out.

Roy followed.

Underground parking garage.

The Lamborghini drove out of the basement quickly.

Inside the Hilton Hotel's presidential suite.

Irina pushed Roy onto the bed.

...

noon the next day.

Roy woke up slowly.

He looked around and shouted twice.

No one responded.

Irina's clothes were also missing.

Sudden.

A stack of US dollars on the bedside table came into view.

I picked it up and saw that there were about 5000.

Roy was silent...

Under the US dollar, there was a note:
"I know you are short of money, I won't play for nothing."

Roy: "..."

He felt like he was being cheated.

...

into the night.

Roy drove into an alley.

Stop the car and turn off the lights.

After a moment, Oscar knocked on the car window.

Roy rolled down the window.

Oscar handed over an envelope:
"Boss, this is the money for the Night Gang this month."

Roy took the envelope and simply pinched its thickness to know how much money was in it. He asked:
"Only ten thousand?"

"Boss, recently the motorcycle gangs have been coming to our Night Gang's territory to cause trouble. Our income this month has been quite low. Our boss Rafael said that he will give you 10% more next month."

The Night Gang that Oscar mentioned is a small gang active in Brooklyn. Their territory covers two city blocks. All kinds of gray businesses have membership fees from the Night Gang. Oscar is a member of the Night Gang and is usually responsible for liaising with Roy.

The so-called docking is nothing more than helping the boss Rafar to deliver money.

Before Roy could speak.

Roy's SUV was illuminated by the sudden bright light.

The sound of a motorcycle engine was also heard.

"Biker gang?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

About a dozen heavy motorcycles of various models blocked the alley from front to back.

A voice came into Roy's ears:

"Officer Roy, I told you, my brother's business is not over yet."

(End of this chapter)