Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 161 Sad Ma Hong!
After ordering a triple sugar American coffee, Roy sat by the window and read the newspaper, occasionally glancing at the Sidley Austin LLP across the street.

[Consumption of sugary coffee: diabetes resistance +1]

A moment later, a middle-aged white man wearing a gray suit, glasses, and carrying a briefcase appeared in Roy's sight.

With the blessing of his good eyesight, Roy recognized the man he was looking for, Eric Leibbi, the moment he walked out of the door.

Eric crossed the street and walked straight to the cafe where Roy was. He pushed the door and entered the cafe. Eric walked to the bar with a smile on his face: "Same old!"

After ordering coffee, Eric walked to the French window, placed his briefcase on the table in front of him, and looked out at the busy road.

Roy secretly observed Eric under the cover of newspapers.

After a while, Eric got the coffee, pushed open the door of the cafe, and walked to the side of the road. A black Audi sedan slowly stopped in front of Eric. He opened the back door and got in.

Putting down the newspaper, Roy lowered the brim of his hat slightly, left the cafe, walked to the side of the road, and hailed a taxi.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Roy said, "Follow the Audi in front."

Mahone stepped on the accelerator and the taxi followed the Audi.

The Audi sedan left Manhattan via the Third Avenue Bridge and entered the Bronx, eventually stopping under an office building.

Eric got out of the car carrying his briefcase and entered the office building.

Roy and Mahone waited in the taxi.

It was not until 4:30 in the afternoon that Eric came out of the office building. An Audi sedan stopped in front of him and Eric opened the door and got in.

Roy pushed the door and got out of the taxi, then quickly got into the Chevrolet sedan driven by Jonathan, changed cars and continued to follow, while Mahone quickly drove away from the scene.

at night……

Eric entered the Hilton Hotel.

Roy, disguised as a tenant, followed Eric into the elevator and pressed the 49th floor button at the same time. The entire building has 51 floors in total, and the floors above the 49th floor are the equipment area.

Seeing the person next to him pressed the floor button first, Eric pressed the 35th floor. A few minutes later, the elevator arrived at the 35th floor and Eric got off.

The 35th floor of the Hilton Hotel is a high-end bar.

Roy took off his jacket in the fire escape on the 37th floor, threw it into the trash can, quickly put on his suit, and transformed himself into an elite.

I went down to the 35th floor through the fire escape, entered the bar, and sat down in a window seat with a good view.

After ordering drinks, Roy whispered into his collar, "The target is drinking and chatting with the bartender at the bar, Issa, it's up to you."

After a while, Isabella appeared in the bar wearing a sexy deep V-neck bodycon jumpsuit.

"10 o'clock!"

Isabella looked towards the 10 o'clock direction, then lifted her straight beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings and walked straight to the bar.

Sat down 1 meter away from Eric.

"Ma'am, what would you like to drink?"

"Thank you, Margaret!"

"Wait a moment, ma'am!"

Isabella sat on a high stool with her left high heel on the bottom of the stool, her right leg crossed, and she turned sideways with her legs facing the direction of Eric.

The bartender pushed the prepared Margarita in front of Isabella, raised his fair and tender hands, gently picked up the Margarita, put his fiery red lips around the straw, and sucked gently.

Eric turned his head and looked at Isabella.

Isabella smiled at Eric, "Hi!"

Eric smiled and nodded.

"Mind having a drink together?" Isabella asked softly.

Eric picked up the wine glass on the bar and raised his hand. Isabella stood up from the high stool, walked to Eric, leaned against the bar and clinked glasses with Eric.

They each took a small sip.

Isabella asked softly, "Alone?"

Eric smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"You are very handsome. There must be many beautiful women who like you." Isabella winked.

Eric smiled: "Maybe..."

Isabella took a half step forward, facing the bar, and started chatting with Eric with her hips raised.

Roy watched from a distance.

As they chatted, Isabella began to touch Eric's body intentionally or unintentionally, but Eric just responded with a smile and did not take any other action.

The next second, Isabella gently placed her white and smooth hand on the back of Eric's hand. Eric subconsciously withdrew his hand. Although the smile on his face remained, there was still a slight unhappy expression on his face.

Isabella, who was a dual agent of the organization and the CIA, naturally observed the fleeting micro-expressions on Eric's face, and then found an excuse to go to the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, Isabella began to check whether there was anyone in each partition. After confirming that she was the only one in the bathroom, Isabella whispered to the ring: "The target doesn't like women..."

Hearing Isabella's report, Roy raised his eyebrows and whispered to his collar, "William, it's up to you!"

Ma Hong's voice came from Roy's earphones: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by looking at me?"

Roy whispered, "The target doesn't like women, he likes men. It's your turn."

"Damn it, why not you? You're younger and more handsome than me, and you're more suitable than me!" Ma Hong said. "From what I've observed, he probably doesn't like my style. Also, he just saw me in the elevator, so it's not convenient for me..." Roy said.

"damn it……"

Ten minutes later, Mahone, disguised as a man in a black suit, appeared in the bar. He looked around the bar, glanced at Roy first, took a deep breath, and walked straight to the bar where Eric was.

Arriving at the bar, Mahone said to the bartender, "Whiskey, on the rocks!"

"Please wait……"

Mahone's voice immediately caught Eric's attention.

Eric turned his head and looked at Mahone's profile.

He had dark blond hair and although his hairline was a bit high, he looked very middle-aged and masculine. Eric turned his head, rolled his eyes around, shook his head twice, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The bartender pushed the whiskey in front of Mahone.

As soon as Ma Hong picked up the wine glass, he heard a man's voice beside him: "Let's have a drink together?"

Ma Hong turned his head to look at Eric, smiled, raised his glass, gestured in the air, and took a sip.

"Hello, my name is Eric Leiby!" Eric walked up and stretched out his hand to Mahone and said.

Mahone extended his hand and shook hands with him: "Hello, my name is William Fichtner, nice to meet you."

Although he had a smile on his face, Ma Hong's heart was already full of rage. He kept telling himself, I am a normal person, I am a normal person...

Roy looked at the two people who were chatting animatedly, with a smile on his face.

After finishing half a cup, Eric took the initiative to order another cup for Ma Hong. The two of them chatted more and more happily. Roy could vaguely hear Eric's laughter from a distance.

As time went by, the two drank more and more, and Eric began to touch Ma Hong's hand intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that the other party didn't react, Eric became bolder.

Ma Hong was furious...

"Let's go talk somewhere else?" Eric asked.

"Sure!" Ma Hong agreed readily.

Eric decisively swiped his card to pay...

In the elevator, the drunken Eric began to touch Ma Hong intentionally or unintentionally. Although Ma Hong was annoyed, he had to endure it for the smooth implementation of the plan. What he thought was, just wait and see, I will beat you to death in a while.

After entering the hotel room, Eric closed the door and locked it. He turned around and looked at Ma Hong's back, his eyes filled with desire.

When they were outside, Eric was relatively restrained because he was afraid of surveillance, but now that they were in a private space, he rushed forward directly.

Just when he was about to hug the other person, Mahone suddenly turned around and punched Eric in the nose.

boom--

The punch was so powerful that it stunned the drunk Eric. Bright red blood slowly flowed out of his nostrils. Before Eric could understand what was happening, Ma Hong threw a second punch.

boom--

Eric's body shook twice and he fell to the ground. He was not unconscious, but under the influence of alcohol, he could no longer get up.

Looking at Eric lying on the ground, Mahone was so angry that he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Roy.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Ma Hong went to open the door, and Roy entered the room. Seeing Eric lying on the ground, somewhat unconscious, Roy snorted coldly.

He lifted Eric from the ground with one hand, dragged him into the bathroom, pressed his head into the toilet, and casually pressed the flush button.

slam-la-

The toilet water level rises instantly.

Gollum-

Eric, who had choked on water, woke up instantly, and the bubbles produced by his exhalation floated to the surface of the water on both sides of his face and burst.

In just a few seconds, Eric drank several mouthfuls of toilet water, and then he felt someone pulling the back of his neck.

Roy pulled Eric's head out of the toilet, dragged his body into the living room, and threw him to the ground.

Eric, who was sober, looked at the two people standing in front of him with confused eyes: "You... who are you?"

Ma Hong felt unsatisfied, so he went up and gave him a big Bidou.

Snapped--

Eric's face was slapped red.

"You want money, I'll give you money, please don't hurt me!" Eric begged.

Roy squatted in front of Eric: "Susan Hunter!"

Hearing this name, Eric's heart skipped a beat. A look of fear appeared on his face. He stammered, "Wha...what? What...what are you talking about?"

Roy grabbed Eric's hair, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, who killed Susan Hunter."

"I...I don't know, you got the wrong person!"

Roy took the half-smoked cigarette butt handed to him by Mahone and inserted it directly into Eric's nostrils.

The nasal mucosa was burned, and the extremely sour pain was transmitted to Eric's brain. Just as he was about to shout loudly, his mouth was suddenly blocked by the smelly socks...

(End of this chapter)