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Chapter 18 Everyone has their own agenda
"Roy? What happened to him?"

A woman's voice came from the phone.

This woman was none other than the woman who had hooked up with Roy, Irina Monica.

Gordon briefly recounted how Roy was besieged by biker gangs, and then told the story of the death of the FBI undercover agent and the senior agent who came to demand the release of the man.

"What? The biker gang wants Roy's life?"

"Yes."

"He knocked down 15 people by himself, 11 of the biker gang members died and 4 were seriously injured, but Roy only suffered minor injuries?" Irina asked in surprise.

"Yes."

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

The sound of a lighter lighting up reached Gordon's ears.

He continued, "I think the senior FBI agent will come to me tomorrow with an arrest warrant. Roy can't be taken away by them."

"You want me to help you?"

"No, I'm helping Roy. I see you like playing with him, don't you?"

"Gordon, do you think I'm a child? Don't think I don't know what you really think."

"Irina, I really want to help Roy."

"Hahaha." The person on the other end of the phone laughed. After the laughter died down, Irina continued, "Gordon, who am I? What is my major?"

Now it was Gordon who was silent.

Irina continued, "You are afraid that after Roy is taken away by the FBI, he will not be able to withstand their methods and will reveal your affairs, right? After all, the FBI also has LSD in their hands."

Gordon: "..."

"You are the chief of a police station in a public security department, but you are actually the leader of an organization that helps people cover up criminal facts. If this is exposed, not only will your future be ruined, but you may even have to sit on the electric chair, right?"

Every word Irina said pierced Gordon's heart.

"So I said, Commissioner Gordon, you should have said, let me save you, don't let Roy be taken away by the FBI."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Gordon laughed slyly. "Yes, you are worthy of being Irina. Yes, you are right. Yes, I am indeed afraid that the FBI will use LSD to interrogate Roy. You also know how powerful lysergic acid diethylamide is. No one can withstand this drug."

Irina smiled and said, "We have been working together for so long, I know exactly who you are, so there is no need to find other excuses."

Gordon sneered: "Irina, I know you like that boy's body very much. Anyway, I tell you, I will not allow the FBI to take Roy away. The risk is too great. If you don't help, if something happens to me, I'm afraid you will be implicated as well."

"Gordon, are you threatening me?"

"I didn't. I just wanted to say that if I couldn't save Roy, I would shut him up forever before he was taken away by the FBI."

"Okay, since you have worked for the organization for so many years, I will take care of this matter, but you have to remember that I am saving you."

"I owe you a favor."

Irina hung up the phone.

After closing the encrypted phone, Gordon's eyes suddenly became fierce.

For Gordon, his own safety is above everything else. He cannot take any risks, let alone Roy. Even if it is his own son, he will kill him when the time comes.

Back then, the disappearance of Gordon's wife was a mystery.

the next morning.

FBI headquarters in New York City.

Alexander Mahone had been waiting outside the FBI director's office. When Director Klein appeared, Mahone immediately went to greet him. Klein raised his hand to signal Mahone not to speak, and then took him into the office.

Sitting in the office chair, Klein said:

"Mahong, I know why you are here."

"Director, my men..."

"Stop, stop talking. I'm sorry for the death of Agent Maguire Ryan. I know that you brought Agent Ryan up, and I also know that you two have a deep brotherly relationship. But..."

At this point, the FBI director paused.

He looked at Mahone:
"Let me put it this way, I received a call last night that there will be a joint investigation by various law enforcement agencies in the state into the Brooklyn Police Department's involvement in a fight with gang members.

At the same time, an internal hearing will be held.

So, don’t worry about this matter.”

Hearing what Director Klein said, Ma Hong suddenly became anxious. He placed his hands on the director's desk and looked directly at Klein:
"Chief, our undercover agent died in the line of duty. He didn't die at the hands of the motorcycle gang, but at the hands of a policeman. This is simply a huge irony. I have reason to believe that the policeman named Roy had some shady dealings with the gang members. I saw with my own eyes at the Brooklyn police station last night that the gang members were backing him up and trying to stop me from bringing that kid back."

Klein looked at Mahone: "What do you mean?"

Mahone continued, "I suspect Ryan has been exposed, and the motorcycle gang staged a play with the police officer named Roy to clean up our people."

Klein frowned. “I heard that at least ten motorcycle gang members died last night.”

"That's their trick!"

"Okay, Ma Hong, I think you are blinded by hatred and you can no longer distinguish the facts. I said, wait for the results of the investigation team. As for the arrest warrant, I will not sign it."

“Director!!!” Ma Hong shouted with red eyes.

"Shut up! From now on, you are suspended. You are not allowed to participate in this matter. Go home and reflect on yourself. When you calm down and think clearly, come and report to me."

"Chief! That guy killed Ryan. My agents will definitely reveal their identities in an emergency. He did it on purpose, Chief!!"

"Get out of here!"

Klein yelled angrily, pointing toward the door.

Seeing that Mahone still didn't move, Klein picked up the phone and said, "Send two agents to my office to remove Agent Mahone's credentials and gun."

"Yes! Director!"

A few seconds later, the door of the director's office was pushed open and two FBI agents walked in. They held Mahone on the left and right and dragged him out.

Mahone was dragged out of Klein's office with an unwilling look on his face.

outside.

He handed over his gun and ID.

at the same time,

Ma Hong's eyes gradually narrowed, and he thought to himself: Good boy, just wait, I will find out the truth in my own way, you can't escape.

Leave headquarters.

Mahone returned home in his private car.

After entering the room, he didn't even take off his shoes. He took out a pistol and three magazines from the secret compartment of the closet, and then found a bottle of potion.

He took a quick shower, changed into a black suit, put on sunglasses, and drove away, heading straight for the Brooklyn police station.

Inside the Brooklyn police station.

Jonathan, who had just returned to the police station, came to Roy and put the rental contract, access card, and house key in front of Roy: "I have rented the house in Lance Apartment for you. Now let's move in."

(End of this chapter)