Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 20 Tit for tat
"Show Girl Strip Club."

Mahone picked up his pocket camera and took a picture of the club's front entrance.

I waited for about ten minutes.

Ma Hong pushed the door and got out of the car, walking towards the show girl. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the gangsters at the door.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that the man was dressed too formally. It's rare to see people here wearing suits, white shirts, and ties to go to strip clubs.

Ma Hong didn't care about the strange looks from others, but opened the heavy soundproof door of the club and walked straight in.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by an old black man.

"Sorry, I need to check it out." Lao Hei said.

"Check?" Ma Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously not understanding what the black man in front of him meant.

"Weapons are not allowed in the club. That's the rule here."

"The FBI will do it..." Ma Hong said as he reached into his pocket to take out his ID. The moment his hand entered his pocket, he suddenly remembered that his ID had been taken away, so he immediately took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"F?? F what?"

The music was a bit loud and Lao Hei couldn't hear clearly what Ma Hong said.

"nothing."

The black guy didn't care what Ma Hong said next, he just started touching, from the armpits to the waist, and from the waist to the sides of the crotch.

Finally, the black guy touched something.

Ma Hong naturally unbuttoned his clothes and lifted up his hem.

A pistol in a holster appeared in the black guy's field of vision.

"I can store it for you."

Mahone did not object, but handed over the pistol and magazine on the spot.

The black guy continued to touch down.

"Hey, what are you touching? Pull your dirty hands away!"

Ma Hong was a little unhappy.

Continue down.

A dagger was strapped to his calf.

The black guy searched Ma Hong's body thoroughly, checked in for him, and then gave him a check-in card before letting him in.

As soon as he stepped into the club, Ma Hong smelled a strong smell of marijuana, mixed with various cheap perfumes.

The club was dimly lit and filled with smoke.

More than a dozen strippers were twisting their plump buttocks vigorously on the stages in various places in the hall. Among them, several Eastern European beauties hooked their fingers at Ma Hong.

Ma Hong scanned the venue and finally fixed his eyes on a booth.

Roy's figure came into Mahone's sight.

He took a deep breath, slowed his heart rate, and walked towards Roy's booth.

There is no way. Now whenever Ma Hong sees Roy's face, he gets angry.

It is not easy to control.

In front of the booth,
Mahone stopped and looked straight at Roy.

Roy turned his head and saw Mahone in a suit.

The two looked at each other.

Roy smiled when he saw Mahone.

"Agent Mahone is here to arrest me?"

As he said this, Roy looked behind Mahone and found that there was no one else but him.

Roy continued, "Where's the arrest warrant?"

"Haha." Ma Hong chuckled, "I'm not here to arrest you."

"You're not here to arrest me, are you here to drink?"

"Maybe."

"Since you are here to drink, please take a seat."

Roy made way and Mahone sat down.

Mahone looked at Rafar who was sitting on the other side of the sofa and said, "I saw that guy yesterday. He was the first gang member to stand up at the Brooklyn Police Department." Roy winked at Rafar, signaling him to leave.

Rafar also remembered Ma Hong and knew his identity. When he saw Roy asked him to leave, he didn't say anything but walked away tactfully.

Coming to the bar, Rafael sat on a high stool and looked at Roy. Oscar beside him also looked over here: "This FBI is here to cause trouble for Officer Roy."

Rafael nodded gently: "Tell the brothers not to act rashly. We can't afford to offend the FBI."

"What to drink?" Roy asked.

"Either is fine." Ma Hong replied.

"Pour the wine."

Roy signaled Isabella beside him to pour wine for Mahone.

Isabella poured Mahone a fifth of a neat whiskey.

Ma Hong drank the wine in his glass directly.

He looked Roy in the eye and said, "I think you should know why I'm here."

Roy also drank a glass and replied: "Of course I know why you are here. I regret the death of Agent Maguire Ryan. I also feel guilty and very painful."

"You were drinking with a beautiful woman in a strip club. I didn't see any pain in you, and I also didn't see any guilt in you." Ma Hong said coldly.

Roy smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly: "I have told you everything I should have said. The scene was very chaotic at the time and Agent Ryan did not reveal his identity."

"you are lying."

Mahone stared into Roy's eyes.

[Observed by FBI agent: Psychological quality +1]

"That's just your subjective conjecture. There were many witnesses at the scene who can provide evidence for me."

Ma Hong looked at Rafael who was sitting at the bar and said:

"You mean them? A bunch of hooligans. I saw you together at the Brooklyn police station yesterday, at the apartment you moved to today, and just now. They also left evidence to prove that Officer Roy was involved with gang members. Their testimony will be invalid."

"Following me? How could you find this place? But so what? Come, let me guess. You didn't get an arrest warrant today. Does that mean your director didn't sign it for you? Maybe a joint investigation team has been set up. I think someone is suppressing this matter."

Ma Hong narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean you have strong connections."

"I didn't say that."

Roy spread his hands and acted innocently.

"I have all the means to make you speak."

When saying this, Ma Hong's eyes were extremely cold.

Roy thought for a moment and said:

"Well, since you want my personal confirmation so badly, I'll give you a chance."

"what chance?"

"This is a place for drinking. As long as you can drink more than me, I promise you that I will answer whatever you ask. I will tell you all the answers you want to know."

"Really?"

Mahone looked at Roy questioningly.

Roy leaned close to Mahone's ear and whispered, "I swear to God."

"Okay! I agree."

Ma Hong's face was fierce and a strange smile appeared on his cheek.

drink wine?

Mahone likes it the most.

In the past, when he was having trouble handling cases, he drank almost every day.

During the period of divorce, Ma Hong got drunk every night and couldn't sleep at all without drinking too much. As a result, he developed an excellent alcohol tolerance.

In his FBI team, no one can drink more than him.

Seeing that this young man in his early twenties wanted to compete with him in drinking, Ma Hong naturally had no reason to refuse.

"waiter!"

Roy raised his hand and summoned the bunny girl.

(End of this chapter)