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Chapter 133 Organization's Methods

Gordon, who was covered in bruises, had a dull look in his eyes and was in a daze. His head had no support and was drooping naturally. His saliva was mixed with blood and dripped from the corners of his mouth onto his thighs covered with scars.

Now he is like a dead dog that has been tortured, unable to live or die. For him, death will be a relief.

However, once caught by the organization, it is easy to stay alive but harder to die than to ascend to heaven. As long as he has not revealed any useful information, the top medical team in the organization will cooperate with the interrogation team to save his life, keeping him breathing and allowing him to continue to be tortured.

A shot of adrenaline shot into Gordon's neck, and the next moment, his consciousness became clear again. He shouted wildly, cursed the organization, and cursed Roy. His almost hysterical barking made the interrogators on the scene feel a little uncomfortable.

"Roy... Roy..."

Gordon kept murmuring the name that had landed him in jail. He hated it, he was angry, he was helpless and furious, but what could he do?

The former favorite student is now at home hugging a top supermodel, watching NBA games, smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, and eating peanuts that are fed to him.

The next morning...

As usual, Roy showed up at the Brooklyn Police Station on time, wearing his NYPD uniform. After greeting his friendly colleagues one by one, he winked at Mia and sat down at his workstation.

Dai Lin, who came out to deliver documents, took advantage of no one's attention to wink at Roy and made a heart shape with her hands.

At nine o'clock, Gordon didn't come to work.

At ten o'clock, Gordon still hadn't come to work.

Roy had a feeling that his plan should be successful.

However, his plan was not just to betray Gordon to the organization, he also wanted to observe how the organization would come to Gordon's office to look for things.

Roy knew how powerful the organization was, but that was only a legend told by the Irina sisters. Roy had never seen it with his own eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute...

Roy leisurely drank triple sugar coffee, sat at his workstation and twirled a pen, quietly waiting for something good to happen next.

The time came to half past ten.

Suddenly, the main door of the Brooklyn Police Station was pushed open.

A group of unfamiliar faces in NYPD uniforms appeared in the sight of the female police officer who was receiving the reception. She quickly asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged white man leading the team was wearing a white police inspector uniform. He raised his hand and showed his ID to the female police officer who was receiving him: "Political and Moral Supervision Bureau!"

"Political Integrity Supervision Bureau?" The female police officer who received the reception was stunned.

The Office of Integrity Supervision is a department under the New York Police Department. Its head is the Deputy Commissioner of the New York City Police Department, and is responsible for investigating corruption and criminal activities within the NYPD.

Before the female police officer at the reception desk could react, the group of police officers from the Inspectorate crossed the reception counter, entered the corridor, and headed straight for the office lobby.

Pushing open the door of the office hall, the police officer of the Inspectorate showed his ID: "The Inspectorate is handling the case. Everyone is doing what you are doing. It has nothing to do with you!"

Swish Swish Swish Swish——

Dozens of eyes were cast in the direction where the sound came from. The patrolmen in the office hall were all stunned and no one understood what was going on.

A team of inspectors walked across the hall toward Gordon's office.

The next second, whispers rang out in the office hall:
"Hey! Why are the people from the Inspectorate here?"

"how could I know?"

"Who do you think they are here to arrest?"

"do not know……"

"I saw them heading toward the director's office."

"Could it be Commissioner Gordon?"

"It seems the director didn't come to work today."

"Maybe he has been arrested?"

The office hall was filled with all kinds of discussions.

Roy looked at the police officer from the Inspectorate with his eyes slightly narrowed. He guessed that the sudden visit of the Inspectorate to the police station must be related to Gordon.

Anything related to Gordon means something related to the organization. This is the search for "evidence". Roy took a breath and thought to himself that the organization is indeed very powerful. This method is really not something that ordinary forces can use. They directly asked the NYPD internal inspector to come and find evidence of Gordon's betrayal of the organization. Damn...

When the leading police inspector arrived at Gordon's office, Dai Lin stood up from his seat with a row of question marks on his head, somewhat confused.

"The Inspectorate is handling the case..."

"Oh……"

Dai Lin was stunned. She stared at the police officer from the Inspectorate and pushed the door into Gordon's office.

Outside the office, two inspectors stood guard.

After the others entered Gordon's office, they began to search everywhere on the spot at the instruction of the leading police inspector.

"Sir, there's a safe here!"

"Open it, if you can't open it, take it away!"

"Yes!"

In just about two minutes, the safe in the office was opened, revealing $1911 in cash, a collectible silver M and some documents.

Several inspectors began to open the file bags one by one to check.

At this moment, an inspector said:
"Sir, there is a discovery here!"

The leading police inspector immediately stepped forward to check.

There is a CD wrapped in plastic film in the book One Hundred Years of Solitude.

The leading police inspector picked up the CD and checked it: "Computer!"

The men placed the laptop on the desk, ejected the optical drive, inserted the disc, and a technician tapped a few times on the laptop keyboard.

"Sir, it's encrypted..."

"Decipher it immediately."

"Yes!"

The technician inserted a professional decoder into the laptop, and in less than two minutes, the CD encryption was cracked.

The police inspector began to check the contents of the CD, which contained all kinds of photos of corpses, autopsy reports, magnified photos of fingerprints, and everything else...

"That's it."

The inspector pressed the eject button on the optical drive, took out the disc, put it into the evidence storage bag, turned around and said to the personnel at the scene: "Take away all the documents, including the collector's edition M1911."

Three large black suitcases were opened and the inspectors began to put various documents into them. After a short while, the three suitcases were full.

The leading police inspector led the team directly out of the Brooklyn Police Station. The whole process was quick and lasted only about 30 minutes.

After these people left the police station, the discussion at the scene became louder.

Roy thought to himself: "Awesome!" Inside the secret base.

The things taken back from Gordon's office were spread all over the conference table. Bald 47 took the CD and put it into the laptop's CD drive.

Dense and relevant evidence was displayed on the screen.

Irina stood behind Bald 47 and checked together.

"These three are the tasks assigned to Gordon by the organization. These two are not. They should be tasks taken over by others. These few are not..."

The more Bald 47 looked, the uglier his expression became.

A technician looked at Irina and said, "Sir, do you need to identify the fingerprints on the disc?"

Irina said, "There's no need for that. Gordon will go to see God regardless of whether he has the disc or not. Moreover, the surface of the disc has been contaminated. Even if there are fingerprints of others, it can't prove anything."

After hearing what Irina said, Bald 47 turned around and looked at Irina.

Irina smiled and said, "47, when I questioned Roy, he said that it was Gordon who asked him to keep the evidence. Even if there are Roy's fingerprints on the disc, it is normal. Also, don't forget what I told you before."

"Sir, take a look at this..." A technician handed Irina a manila document bag.

Irina took out the file and saw that it was Roy's personal information. Below it was Gordon's evaluation, which showed that his professional ability was S-level...

Irina looked at the technician and asked:

“Are there any other documents related to personal data?”

"Yes!" The technician placed five brown paper file bags on the table in front of Irina.

Irina picked one of them at random and looked at the front page of the file, then picked up another one to continue checking. All of them had Gordon's business ability evaluation.

Throwing the document on the table, Irina said to Bald 47: "These five people are Gordon's scavengers. Send your people to clean them up."

"it is good!"

After handing the documents to his men, Bald 47 said to another agent of the organization, "Choose two agents who are similar in size, appearance, and age to Gordon and his mistress, put on makeup and disguise themselves as them, use their passports, and take the flight this afternoon to Mexico."

"Yes, sir!"

Bald 47 and Irina came to the cell where Gordon was imprisoned and looked into the room through the small window.

Gordon, who was dying and hanging on to his last breath, made weak sounds and groaned.

"You, come out for a moment!"

Bald 47 called out an interrogator and said to him: "He is useless. Inject him with an overdose of painkillers and send him to see God."

"Yes!"

Two minutes later, bursts of heart-wrenching and painful howls were heard from the cell. As the sound gradually decreased and disappeared, Gordon went to see Lucifer.

That night...

Roy drove to a parking lot in Manhattan, parked the car, walked to a Mercedes-Benz S-Class parked in the parking space, opened the back door and got in the car, then turned to look at Irina: "Let me guess, did the organization arrange an assessment task for me?"

Irina shook her head slightly. "There is no assessment task suitable for you at the moment. That's not why I asked you to come here. Don't worry about the assessment task. You have passed the most difficult one. The rest is very simple. I will convince the top management when they review it."

Roy nodded: "What is that?"

Irina smiled and said, "Help me deal with a body."

Roy: "..."

Irina looked at the Lincoln Navigator parked next to her: "The body is in the trunk of that car. This is $10."

Irina handed Roy a bulging brown paper bag.

Frowning slightly, Roy was surprised: "So many?"

Irina smiled and asked, “How much did Gordon give you before?”

“It’s probably between $1 and $5.”

"Then he at least took away half of the agency fee."

Taking the brown paper bag, Roy asked, "How do we deal with the body? Are there any special requirements?"

"Just disappear..."

"Actually... this should be considered an assessment task."

Hearing this, Irina laughed: "It's not that simple."

"Forget it!" Roy spread his hands.

Pushing the door and getting out of the Mercedes, Roy came to the trunk of the navigator, opened it, and a black body bag came into view.

Picking up the body bag, Roy transferred the body to his car, put the brown paper bag containing $10 into the passenger glove box, and drove out of the parking lot.

safe house.

Roy whistled, pushed the cart to the operating table, and carried the body bag onto the operating table.

Looking at the body bag, Roy murmured:
"Let me guess who you are!"

"Gordon, is that you?"

After saying this, Roy unzipped the body bag.

Gordon, who was pale and bloodless and had already become a corpse, came into Roy's sight: "I told you, it must be you, no one else."

Continue pulling the body bag down.

Good man, you are really cruel...

Roy's eyelids twitched.

There is no good place on the body.

"Let me think about what to do with you!"

"Uh... let's just tear it down!"

[Using a hand axe: Axe proficiency +1]

[Using a hand axe: Axe proficiency +1]

Half an hour later, the incinerator was lit. Roy threw things into it while smoking, and finally poured the remaining things directly into the sewer and let it drift with the flow.

Late night in Brooklyn.

Roy, who was driving home, took out his spare phone and dialed Irina's number.

After three rings, the call is connected:
"Sorry, I don't want to join the organization anymore..."

(End of this chapter)