Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 19 Rafar's Path Becomes Broader
"Moving? Now?"

Roy looked at the access card and key on the table.

"Yes, right now."

"Ok."

Roy understood Jonathan's concerns.

The motorcycle gangs have a strong sense of revenge.

The apartment he lives in now has no security measures at all, and Roy lives on the second floor. One day, maybe a biker gang will drive by on a motorcycle and throw a grenade through the window. That would be terrible.

Revenge assassinations of police officers happen all the time in America.

Not to mention the local city police.

Even the FBI has lost many people.

Be sure to watch out for retaliation from gang members.

On the way back to the apartment, Roy sent Oscar a message.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Oscar came to greet them.

This little gangster is extremely fast.

at the same time.

Across the street, a black Lincoln SUV slowly stopped by the roadside.

The people in the car observed Roy.

This person is the suspended agent Alexander Mahone.

Jonathan looked at Oscar and said, "I saw you last night, from the Night Gang."

After saying this, he turned and looked at Roy.

Roy explained: "His name is Oscar, he is my informant, there are a lot of things at home, I asked him to help."

Jonathan nodded.

It's not surprising that police officers have informants.

Jonathan has it too.

So he didn't say anything.

Arriving at his door, Roy looked up at the pencil lead inserted between the door frame and the door. After confirming that it was intact, he opened the door.

no way.

In America, safety always comes first.

If the pencil lead is broken, it proves that someone has entered the apartment.

Caution is the boat.

The three of them began to pack up their things.

Just as several people were collecting and packing various items into cartons, there was a knock on the apartment door.

Jonathan and Roy put down what they were holding almost at the same time, pulled out the Glock pistols from their waists, and gently loaded them.

Oscar came to the door and looked out through the peephole.

He smiled and looked back:

"Boss, my people are here to help move things."

Roy and Jonathan looked at each other and put away their pistols.

Oscar opened the door.

Rafael came into view.

Seeing Officer Roy, Rafael immediately smiled and said, "Sir, we are here to help you move your things."

Rafar turned around and waved his hand:
"What are you all standing there for? Why don't you come in and work?"

Seven or eight tattooed bald men squeezed into the house, picked up the cardboard boxes on the ground, and started moving them out.

Jonathan: "..."

Roy was speechless.

Rafael: "Sir, if there is anything in the future, let Oscar inform me. My brothers and I promise to be available at any time. Even if I am in a woman's bed, as long as I receive your call, I will pull out the phone immediately and appear in front of you immediately."

Jonathan: "..."

Roy shook his head helplessly. "Rafael, I am a policeman after all. Look at the styles you have. Earrings, nose rings, tattoos on arms and bald heads. How will the neighbors see me? This is not good for our relationship, don't you think?"

"Sorry!" Rafar scratched his bald head. "I didn't think of this. It really has a bad impact."

Rafael turned around and said to one of the younger brothers, "You, go and call the showgirls. Remember, don't hire those with tattoos or fierce looks."

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away."

Jonathan: "..."

Mahone watched and photographed all of the night gang members as they entered and left the apartment building.

With more people, work can be done faster.

It only took seven or eight pickup trucks one trip to transport all of Roy's personal belongings to the downstairs of his new apartment.

After the Night Gang moved all the items upstairs, they left Lance's apartment as Roy instructed.

This luxury apartment has a total area of ​​1000 square feet, which is approximately 92 square meters. It has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The bedroom is relatively large and has its own dressing room.

The apartment is decorated in French style.

Roy and Jonathan were the only ones left in the room.

Jonathan took out an electric drill from the toolbox, walked to a window, and started drilling. "What are you doing?"

Roy looked at Jonathan in confusion.

Jonathan says:
“I bought you a safety rappelling system. I specially chose this luxury apartment on the fifth floor, close to the safety passage.

This way, if someone does something bad to you, you have two ways to escape from the apartment. Throw the rope in this box out of the window, which is exactly the length of five floors. Use the deceleration lock to get to the ground safely. "

Moving.

Jonathan was very attentive to Roy.

Even the escape route was arranged for him in case of danger.

Looking at Jonathan drilling with his back to him, Roy felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Although Roy is cold-blooded, he is not ruthless.

Especially for Jonathan.

During this year, Jonathan took care of Roy so many times that Roy couldn't even remember how many times.

Jonathan's wife Susan was also very good to Roy.

Knowing that Roy had few friends, his parents died in a car accident, and his sister was in the ICU of the hospital, Susan often invited Roy to her house for dinner.

Their daughter, Lina, would pester Roy to play whenever she saw him. Perhaps Jonathan's family is the only place in New York City that can make Roy return to his original innocence.

……

into the night.

After helping Roy tidy up the apartment, Jonathan left alone.

Send Jonathan away.

Roy opens the safe.

He took out four pistols from the safe and placed them in a potted plant next to the sofa in the living room, behind the toilet tank in the bathroom, in the drawer of the bedside table, and in the closet.

After hiding the gun, he made a small mechanism on the apartment door.

If someone opens the apartment door without knowing it, it will make a relatively loud noise.

Then he looked out the window. The Brooklyn police station was right across from his living room window. He only had to walk across the overpass to reach his office every day.

With the blackout curtains drawn, Roy took a hot bath.

23:10pm late at night.

Roy drove away from Lance's apartment with a pistol.

Inside the Show Girl strip club,
The lights are flashing and the dance music is exciting.

The stripper twisted her fat buttocks on the pole and posed in a seductive manner.

A drunk white man named Old Bidden, who was sitting under the stage drinking whiskey, reached out and touched Isabella's feet, scaring Isabella so much that she immediately took a step back.

Old Biden took out a dozen twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them at Isabella's feet. With a wicked smile on his face, he said loudly to Isabella:

"Girl, come down and keep me company."

Isabella didn't react.

Old Biden was furious and scolded, "You stinking bitch, why are you pretending to be so noble!"

Snapped--

Old Bidden received a severe blow on the head.

Old Biden: “???”

He just turned around.

Snapped--

Another head shave.

clap clap-

Three brain shaving sounds were heard.

Then he was hit by a big bitch.

The blow was so powerful that it knocked old Bidden to the ground.

"Who! Why did you hit me?"

"Mother fucker!! How dare you flirt with my boss's woman? I think you don't want to live anymore."

Rafar's figure came into the sight of the old white man.

Of course he knew Rafar.

The old white man sobered up immediately, slapped himself in the face, and apologized repeatedly:
"Sorry, sorry, I really didn't know she was your boss's woman. I was wrong. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Rafar looked up at Isabella who was standing on the stage.

Seeing that Isabella didn't say anything, he turned around and looked at the old white man kneeling on the ground, cursing:
"Get lost! Don't let me see you again!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm leaving, I'm leaving right now!"

The old white man rushed out of the club, tumbling and crawling.

When he went out, he bumped into Roy.

at the same time,

A black Lincoln SUV was parked across from the club.

Mahone rolled down the window and glanced at the name of the club.

(End of this chapter)