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Chapter 153 Crazy Roy! (Seeking monthly ticket!)

Fifteen minutes later, Isabella stood in front of Vanessa, who was bowing. The two were face to face, face to face, and their eyes met.

Looking at Vanessa's ferocious and gnashing expression, Isabella said softly: "You can shout it out..."

Vanessa stared into Isabella's eyes, holding Isabella's wrists tightly with both hands, and her ten fingernails dug into Isabella's flesh.

Vanessa had a vague hallucination and imagined that Isabella in front of her was Irina Monica.

The next second, Vanessa, who could no longer hold on, screamed out!

"what!!!"

Isabella smiled slightly: "That's right."

The bodyguards outside the door looked at each other and showed helpless expressions. The master had ordered that no matter what happened inside, they could not go in.

Outside, standing in the support vehicle, Selena, who was monitoring the situation, couldn't bear to listen anymore, so she took off her headphones and threw them aside.

The two organization agents responsible for controlling the monitoring equipment looked at each other and then turned off the recording equipment.

At the same time, Roy's various attribute values ​​increased rapidly, including explosive power, endurance, physical strength, and speed, all of which increased by several points.

About forty-five minutes later, Isabella suddenly supported Vanessa, who was about to collapse, and asked, "Are you still okay?"

Vanessa, sweating profusely, pushed Isabella away, gasping for breath and unable to speak for a long time.

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Vanessa slowly stood up and walked towards the inner room: "Wait for me!"

Looking at the way Vanessa walked, Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that Vanessa must have received training and was indeed not an ordinary person.

Light a cigarette and the smoke enters your lungs.

[Currently smoking: Lung capacity +1]

Not long after, Vanessa changed her clothes again and walked out of the inner room. Seeing that Roy was fine, she took a deep breath and shouted to the outside: "Abby, Lons, both of you come in!"

The office door was pushed open and two bodyguards appeared.

Vanessa turned her head and looked at one of them, and ordered, "Go and bring the man we just caught here!"

"Yes!" The two bodyguards left the office.

In less than a few minutes, two bodyguards carried Walker, whose hands were tied behind his back, into Vanessa's office.

The two bodyguards threw the bruised and battered Augustus Walker onto the carpet. They took a step back at the same time, staring at Walker's hands and feet.

Walker looked up at Vanessa, Roy, and Isabella, and finally his gaze stopped at Isabella's face.

Although Isabella changed her appearance through makeup, it was makeup after all, not a disguise or plastic surgery, and Walker saw who she was.

Walker looked surprised: "You, why are you here?"

Isabella ignored Walker. In this situation, there was nothing to say and nothing to explain.

"You, you guys..." Walker was a little confused.

Seeing that Isabella didn't mean to say anything, Walker turned to look at Roy and asked, "What do you mean?"

Roy also didn't answer any of his questions.

Walker turned his head towards Vanessa again: "I advise you to let me go right now. Otherwise, once the CIA finds out that you arrested me, you'll be dead. Even if you hide back in France, it will be useless, Vanessa..."

Vanessa ignored Walker's words. She tried to cross her legs, but suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen and immediately put her legs down.

Turning to look at Roy, Vanessa said, "My people have already removed the positioning device from his body. You can take it away anytime."

Roy leaned forward, pinched Walker's cheeks with his hands, forced him to open his mouth, and carefully examined his oral cavity.

Vanessa's voice reached Roy's ears: "There is no cyanide in his mouth. My people have checked it. The positioning device was taken out from behind his right ear."

Letting go of Walker, Roy stood up, pulled out his backup phone, and sent a message to Mahone's backup number.

Three minutes later, Roy received a reply from Mahone.

At the scene, Roy tied Walker up and sealed his eyes and mouth with tape.

Two bodyguards lifted Walker and drove straight to the parking lot.

Wearing a Talking Tom mask and a hood covering his face, Mahone drove a Chevrolet sedan into the underground parking lot of the nightclub.

The bodyguard threw Walker into the trunk of the Chevrolet.

Roy came to the driver's seat of the Chevrolet and whispered something in Mahone's ear, then straightened up and returned to Vanessa.

Mahone drove the Chevrolet sedan out of the underground parking lot. Roy's instructions were simple. He asked Mahone to drive to an uninhabited suburb first, wrap Walker's whole body with tin foil, and then transport him back to the safe house for detention.

Not only did he not trust Vanessa, he also had to be on guard against the locator on Walker's body. After all, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Under Vanessa's gaze, Roy and Isabella got into the Mercedes and the driver drove away from the underground parking lot.

Vanessa looked at the taillights of the Mercedes and murmured:

"Roy von Weizsäcker!"

Brooklyn, Safe House.

Serena kept staring at Roy.

Roy looked embarrassed.

No. 91 sat on the sofa without saying a word.

After a long while, Selina said, "I think you should bring Augustus Walker back to the organization for interrogation."

Roy shook his head slightly: "I don't think it's necessary."

Of course he would not bring Walker back to the organization for interrogation. In the Ritz-Carlton Hotel room, Roy realized that Irina and Selina must know something, but they never told him anything about their father.

This made Roy feel defensive. He couldn't watch Walker 24 hours a day. What if something happened to Walker while he was away...

There are many things that cannot be explained.

Roy is still very confident about Mahone.

Seeing Roy's objection, Selena didn't say anything else. After all, her sister once told her not to put any pressure on Roy to avoid creating rifts with the organization.

"I'm going out for a while!" Roy said.

Serena nodded: "Well, be safe!"

Roy turned and left the villa.

Warehouse safe house...

Roy took the elevator to the underground.

In the corridor, he saw Mahone.

Ma Hong was standing outside the cell. Roy walked to Ma Hong's side and looked at the iron cage inside the cell.

Walker, with his hands and feet bound, came into view.

Mahone handed Roy a Camel and they both smoked together.

[Currently smoking: Cerebral thrombosis resistance +1]

Mahone said, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to capture Gonzalo Neville to act as a supplier? This guy is not one of them. Who is he?"

Before Roy could speak, Walker in the cage said, "I know you, Alexander Mahone. You are a senior FBI agent."

Hearing this, Ma Hong frowned and turned to look at Roy.

Roy smiled and said, "It's not surprising that he knows you. After all, the FBI doesn't have many senior agents in New York, not to mention that you've been on TV."

Ma Hong stared at her with wide eyes, thinking, now that you know my identity, you'll never be able to leave here.

Roy continued:

"This is a senior CIA agent named Augustus Walker. From some perspectives, his position should be similar to yours."

"You are a senior agent, and he is a senior special agent. You have a case task force under you, and he has agents performing field missions under him. You can mobilize SWAT, and he can mobilize the CIA emergency action team. The difference is that the FBI has law enforcement authority within the federal territory, and the CIA does not have law enforcement authority within the federal territory."

Ma Hong asked in confusion: "Why did you capture a senior CIA agent? We can't use his descendants."

Roy sighed softly: "Hey...it's a long story. I'll tell you later if I have a chance. I have to interrogate him now."

Ma Hong: “…”

Entering the cell and opening the steel cage, Roy squatted in front of Walker: "You should know me, right?"

Walker looked at Roy's face and kept silent.

Roy said, "Listen, as a senior CIA agent, I know you have been trained to resist interrogation, but in order to avoid unnecessary physical pain, I advise you to tell us everything you know."

Walker sneered and turned his head to the side.

Roy asked, "What is Operation Jacob?"

Walker looked nonchalant.

Snapped--

Roy raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Mahone walked in.

Roy hooked his palm and signaled Mahone to lower his head and bend down.

Mahone bent down and Roy took the half camel out of Mahone's mouth.

Ma Hong: “…”

Looking at Walker's profile, Roy said coldly: "I know you are difficult to interrogate, so I have prepared a big start for you."

Walker turned around and looked at Roy with surprise.

Big life? What does that mean?
What language is this?
Roy reached out and pinched Walker's cheek, and under Mahone's shocked gaze, he directly inserted the half-burning cigarette butt into Walker's nostrils.

"Fuck!!!"

Heart-wrenching screams were heard.

Walker, with his hands and feet tied, struggled violently.

Ma Hong: “…”

The next second, Ma Hong couldn't help but pick his nose with his little finger. Then he shuddered all over and began to feel uncomfortable. He took out his asthma spray and took two emergency puffs.

Just with this one move, beads of sweat the size of beans gradually formed on Walker's forehead. The burning pain of having his nasal mucosa burned was something that most people could not endure.

"Let me ask you, what is Operation Jacob?"

Walker, who gradually recovered, sneered: "I won't say anything."

"is it?"

Roy lit another cigarette.

Looking at the burning cigarette butt in Roy's hand, Walker closed his eyes: "If I can bear it once, I can bear it a second time..."

Before he could finish his words, Roy stuffed the second cigarette butt into the other nostril, and another scream was heard.

Looking at Walker with two filters sticking out of his nostrils, Mahone said, "There's LSD in the refrigerator, do you want some..."

Roy shook his head. "It's useless. As a senior CIA agent, he must have received training to resist LSD."

Standing up, Roy went to the workshop to get a toolbox and found two steel skewers with wooden handles inside.

"What are you doing?" Ma Hong asked puzzledly.

Roy used iodine to disinfect Walker's armpits. The next second, he picked up a wooden-handled steel stick and slowly inserted it into Walker's armpits.

"what!!!!!!"

Walker let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Ma Hong couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and left the cell.

The second steel skewer was inserted into the other armpit.

Walker's brain instantly activated its self-protection mechanism, quickly blocking the pain and causing him to fall into a coma.

While Walker was unconscious, Roy carried him to the operating table in the workshop, cut the reinforced tape that bound his hands and feet, and used a tourniquet to firmly fix Walker's limbs on the operating table.

Walker was lying on the operating table in a T-shape...

Ma Hong asked: "What are you doing?"

Forget it, Ma Hong felt that his question was unnecessary, so he turned around and left the workshop, moved a bench and sat in the corridor.

Roy poured ice water on Walker to wake him up.

Cough cough--

Walker shook his head twice, looked around, and tried to move his hands and feet, only to find that he was tied to the operating table. The strong spotlight above his head made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Roy reached out and pulled out the cigarette butt that had long been extinguished.

Under Walker's gaze, Roy pushed over a mobile workbench, on which were placed various types of scalpels, steel needles, hemostatic forceps, tweezers, hammers, hammers, and adrenaline injections...

　Thanks to Dongfang Wufei for the 1000-point reward!

　　Currently under update +2
　　Will make up for it next month!
　　Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)