Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 157: Killing begins!
New York, Brooklyn.

A Ford SUV was driving aimlessly on the street.

Jonathan Hunter held the Walkman in his arms, listening to the contents over and over again. The tears on his face flowed uncontrollably along the grooves on both sides of Jonathan's cheeks, finally gathered at his jaw and dripped onto the Walkman.

At this time, Roy didn't know what to say. He knew how it felt to lose a loved one and understood the pain Jonathan was feeling.

Roy is no exception...

The relationship between the two is that of teacher, friend and brother. What Roy can do for Jonathan, Lina and Susan is to kill all those people.

Now, Roy is no longer the scavenger who was walking on thin ice under Gordon a few months ago.

He has an extremely powerful organization behind him. His entrepreneurial team includes senior FBI agents who can mobilize SWAT. He has regional gangs whose territories are growing exponentially. He has a loyal younger brother.

Although on the surface he is only the deputy captain of the patrol team under the precinct, he can mobilize all the police officers in the entire Brooklyn area.

Who would have thought that an ordinary patrolman, a small deputy captain of the patrol team, would have such great power behind him.

And at the scene, Roy's entrepreneurial team is about to add new members.

The pedestrians on both sides of the surrounding streets quickly retreated. Roy turned his head and looked at Jonathan who was crying: "Cherish it, this is the last time you will shed tears."

Jonathan leaned his head against the passenger window, holding his Walkman in his arms, and looked at Roy's profile: "What should we do next?"

Roy said without turning his head: "Murder!"

"Kill who?" Jonathan asked.

"If you want revenge, killing is inevitable. Don't have any illusions about the federal judiciary. We arrest so many criminals every day. Those who have money can get out by paying bail. Those who don't have money can apply for bail loans and get out."

Listening to Roy's words, Jonathan nodded slightly.

"You know what? This is a complete industry chain. We arrest people, they are responsible for setting the bail amount, the criminals apply for bail loans from loan companies, pay the bail and continue to commit crimes after they are released. When they catch these people next time, they can legitimately confiscate the previous bail, and then make them pay a new bail, and then they will commit crimes again after they are released. It goes on and on, and everything is for profit..."

Jonathan looked at Roy's profile and sneered helplessly.

"Now, even prisons are being privatized. Privatized prisons will select criminals. They don't want poor people without money. They like the middle class who have money to exploit. They elect their representatives to approve more state or federal subsidies for them."

"Ah..." Jonathan sighed softly.

"In the near future, there will be even more bizarre and ridiculous things. Just wait, those anti-human bills will be introduced one after another."

Jonathan sat up straight, turned on his Walkman, took out the tape, put it in his pocket, threw the Walkman into the glove box in front of him, stopped crying, turned his head to look at Roy, with a cold and determined expression on his face: "Take me to kill them!"

Hearing Jonathan's words, Roy smiled slightly and said, "Do you know how to make Kill reasonable, legal, and compliant?"

Jonathan shook his head: "I don't know..."

Roy smiled and said, "Put on that suit and analyze the relevant provisions of the state law, and you will find that you have a license to kill."

Looking at Roy's profile, Jonathan took a breath.

Taking out his spare cell phone, Roy dialed a number.

The call is connected.

Roy said, "Tonight, I need a drug dealer."

"Yes, boss!"

Close the phone cover.

Roy turned and smiled at Jonathan.

midnight……

A Chevrolet sedan stolen from another state slowly stopped in a wooded area outside New York. The high beams were turned off and Roy pushed the door open and got out.

Jonathan opened the passenger door and got out.

When they opened the trunk, they saw a drug dealer with his mouth sealed with tape and his hands and feet tied behind his back.

Roy reached out and dragged it out of the trunk, threw it on the grass behind him, took out an M1911 bought on the black market from his jacket, screwed on the silencer, and handed it to Jonathan.

Jonathan took the gun and looked at the drug dealer who was pupating on the grass.

"Woooooo~"

The confused drug dealer was a little confused. He was clearly selling cocaine on the street just now, but the next moment he was put over his head with a sack and thrown into a car. When he saw the light again, he saw two men with fierce faces appear in front of him.

Roy looked at the drug dealer and said to Jonathan, "Harpy Kosman, from Wyoming, a drug dealer, working for the Dubin Cartel, kill him."

When Habib Kosman heard the man on his left say that he wanted to kill him, his whole body trembled, his face showed fear, and his body began to shake.

"Woooooo~"

Jonathan swallowed, slowly raised his pistol, and aimed at the drug dealer who was struggling on the ground.

"Kill him!" Roy's voice was cold.

Jonathan took a deep breath and hesitated to pull the trigger. At the same time, his heart rate was gradually rising. In his 40 years of life, he had never killed anyone, not even a notorious serial killer.

It's the first time doing something like this, so it's inevitable to be nervous.

Everyone in the bureau says Jonathan's service gun is the gun of kindness.

"Kill!"

Roy raised his voice.

"If you can't get past this, how are you going to get revenge? What are you going to use to get revenge? Are you going to use your mouth to convince the killer to commit suicide?"

Roy became Jonathan's mentor instead.

"shot!"

Jonathan chose to close his eyes the moment he pulled the trigger. At the same time, several consecutive gunshots were heard...

When Jonathan opened his eyes, a body with several bullet wounds appeared in his field of vision. Taking a deep breath, Jonathan put the pistol on the trunk lid, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a Camel, lit it, and took a deep puff.

Roy stepped forward, picked up the pistol, slowly unscrewed the silencer, put the pistol into the holster under his armpit, and said to Jonathan: "Well done, let's go!"

Jonathan threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, quickly opened the passenger door and got in the car.

Roy turned on his high beams and drove away from the scene.

On a dark and windy night, the body of a drug dealer appeared in the gloomy woods. A squirrel came to check, sniffed twice, and was scared away by the sudden light.

An off-road vehicle slowly stopped...

The main driver's door was pushed open, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes were the first to stick out of the car and step on the pedals. Then a middle-aged white man in a black suit jumped out of the car.

The white man was playing with the coin in his hand, threw it into the air, caught it steadily with his hand, took two steps forward, squatted down, and picked up the cigarette butt left on the ground with his gloved hand.

Ma Hong shook his head helplessly.

Coming to the drug dealer's body, Ma Hong squatted down and turned the drug dealer's body over. A pool of blood on the ground came into view, and he immediately murmured: "Can't you strangle him to death?"

Standing up, opening the trunk door, Ma Hong threw out a series of tools including body bags, plastic film, shovel, etc.

……

On the way back to Brooklyn.

Roy turned his head and looked at Jonathan who was silent: "You must go through this, you should understand what I mean."

Jonathan nodded slightly, indicating that I understood everything.

Roy asked, "What class will your C team be tomorrow?"

Jonathan said, "Night shift."

After a little thought, Roy said, "See you tomorrow night!"

Jonathan turned his head and looked at Roy with surprise on his face.

After sending Jonathan home, Roy called Chief Colin late at night and asked him to adjust the night shift date of Team B and switch with Team D. Chief Colin agreed without any hesitation.

The next day, night.

Sadran Street, Brooklyn.

Two patrol cars of the Brooklyn Police Department were parked on the roadside one after the other. Roy and Jonathan, wearing NYPD uniforms, stood 15 meters away from the police cars.

Mia in car 404 rolled down the window and looked at Roy.

Roy said to Jonathan in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "In ten minutes, the dispatch will order us to go to 2206 Sadran Street. You have to be prepared."

Hearing Roy's words, Jonathan's eyes widened, he looked at Roy in disbelief, and whispered, "What's going on?"

Roy whispered, "I found the lair of Gonzalo Neville, the leader of the motorcycle gang. Tonight, our B and C teams will take it down and completely drive the motorcycle gang out of Brooklyn."

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully: "Since it's the old nest, will the two of us be enough?"

Roy whispered, "The purpose is not to destroy Gonzalo Neville's lair. The purpose is to let you kill more people and train you. Team B and Team C will go first, and the follow-up support will arrive soon."

"Okay, I understand!"

at this time……

The patrol car's radio began to buzz.

"Team B, Team C, this is the dispatch center. I saw you on Sadran Street on the regional location map. I need to confirm your location."

Mia shouted to Roy, "Hey!"

Roy and Jonathan exchanged glances and returned to their cars.

Mia picked up the intercom:
"Dispatch, this is Team B. We are currently near 2077 Sadler Street. What happened?"

Jonathan's voice came over the radio:

"I'm Jonathan from Team C, go ahead."

The dispatcher's voice came over the radio:

"Someone just called the police. There was a gunshot at 2206 Sadran Street. Your Team B and Team C are closest to that place. Go check it out first. I will dispatch more police to support you later."

"Team B received! Head there immediately!"

"Team C received! We're on our way!"

After Jonathan finished replying, Mia held the intercom and asked:
"Dispatch, is 2206 Sadler Street a residence? I've never been there."

The dispatch center replied:

“2206 Saderan Street is a separate building that is currently a repair shop, mainly repairing motorcycles.”

"Roger that!"

(End of this chapter)