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Chapter 21 Roy is really bad

Chapter 21 Roy is really bad
"What to drink?" Roy asked.

"It's up to you." Ma Hong looked disdainful.

"Six bottles of vodka." Roy said to the bunny girl.

Ma Hong: “???”

Isabella: “…”

The bunny girl was stunned for a moment.

Isabella repeated Roy's words.

The bunny girl then left angrily.

After a while, the bunny girl brought six bottles of 60-proof Russian vodka on a tray.

Isabella placed two groups of 60 thumb cups neatly in front of Roy and Mahone.

She opened the vodka and filled sixty thumb-sized glasses.

Ma Hong looked at Roy with a look of disdain on his face. He didn't believe that Roy could drink a lot. It was obvious that he was trying to be mysterious and scare him.

"Do you want to drink it pure?" asked Ma Hong.

"of course."

Roy picked up a thumb cup.

Mahone picked up one as well.

The two clinked their glasses and drank them down at the same time.

As the liquor took a sip, Roy felt a burning sensation in his throat and his stomach began to churn.

At the same time, a reminder sounded in my ear:
[Drinking: Alcohol resistance +1]

[Drinking: Gastric cancer resistance +1]

After drinking the glass, Ma Hong didn't feel anything.

Lose face?

That is impossible.

Mahone immediately raised the second cup.

Roy took the lead and drank two cups.

Three cups, four cups, five cups, six cups... The two of them drank more than ten cups in a row almost without stopping.

The whole bottle of vodka was quickly finished.

The reminder sound in Roy's mind kept ringing:

[Drinking: Alcohol resistance +1]

[Drinking: Gastric cancer resistance +1]

Roy was fine, and the more he drank, the more sober he became.

On the other hand, Ma Hong's face turned red and his body began to shake slightly.

Roy handed Mahone a cigarette and lit one for himself.

[Currently smoking: Nicotine resistance +1]

"Roy...you, tell me, tell me the truth, did Ryan reveal his identity to you?"

Ma Hong got drunk and started speaking incoherently.

"Not really."

[Lying: Lying ability +1]

"You...you killed him."

"this is an accident."

"I will find out the truth. I will not let you go."

Another ten cups.

"Are you okay? If not, don't drink it."

Roy patted Mahone on the shoulder.

"I can."

"Okay then, go ahead!"

Drink three glasses in a row.

Roy raised his hand and snapped his fingers at Oscar in the distance.

Oscar trotted up to Roy.

"Call a beautiful lady for Mr. Mahone, the senior FBI agent."

"Okay, boss, who do you want to call?"

“The one from South Sudan, Nyakim Gatwich.”

"OK!" Oscar turned around and called for help.

The stripper named Niakim Gatwich mentioned by Roy is from South Sudan, known as the darkest country in the world.

If you throw a woman here into a pile of coal, you will lose her sight. Only when she shows her teeth can you see something white.

But then again, despite her dark skin, Nia Kim is pretty good looking, with delicate features, a great figure, and smooth skin, which is what many white men like.

But Roy had no feelings for the black woman at all.

In the dim room, Niakin, who was almost invisible, sat down next to the drunken Ma Hong at Roy's signal. If she hadn't been wearing a white bigani, Roy would have had difficulty seeing her.

[Observe Black Girl: Eyesight +1]

"Come on, cheers!" Niyagin raised a glass of wine.

Ma Hong, who was a little confused, took the thumb cup and drank it all.

He shook his body, his face fierce: "Roy, as... a... policeman, you... hang out... in this... place... every day. No one would believe... that there is nothing wrong with you... Nothing you... do... can escape my eyes."

"Stop talking nonsense and drink!"

Roy forced Mahone to drink another glass.

Mahone continued, "Your financial...situation...must...be unclean. I will...find out the truth and send you to jail myself!"

Hearing this, Roy's expression changed slightly and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Mahone was smart and he guessed something.

In the United States, fiscal and taxation issues are a big problem.

The federal internal revenue department (IRS) is very strict in cracking down on tax evasion. It even has its own tax auditors and armed forces, and has the power to investigate and directly arrest people suspected of tax evasion.

The IRS's enforcement powers are even higher than the FBI in some areas.

It was naturally impossible for Roy to pay the taxes.

How does he pay taxes on his gray income?

I can't tell the IRS that this money was earned from protection fees and covering up other people's crimes.

So Roy never saved dirty money.

The dirty money was hidden in various places in the form of cash, including the safe in his home.

When Roy went to the hospital to deposit money, he used cash. The private hospital had a strong background and naturally would not ask about the origin of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Although the hospital does not ask about the matter, it cannot withstand investigation. If the FBI or the tax department gets involved, it will be very troublesome.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

Roy guzzled Mahone's wine.

No matter how much Ma Hong can drink, he can never drink more than the drunkard.

After drinking two bottles of vodka, Ma Hong was unconscious.

Seeing Mahone fall, Roy hooked his fingers at Rafael and Oscar.

Rafar came over to take a look and asked in a low voice:

"Boss, would you like to..."

As he said this, Rafar made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Roy glared at Rafael, the idiot.

To kill a senior FBI agent in this situation is either stupid or crazy. There are more than just a few of them in the club.

So many eyes are watching.

Even if Ma Hong was taken away and killed, the FBI would quickly find out that Ma Hong had been here. With just a simple interrogation, they would be able to produce a lot of witnesses to prove that it was Rafar and his gang who took Ma Hong away, and Roy would naturally not be able to escape the law.

If you want to kill the FBI, you have to be methodical.

For example, Maguire Ryan is an example. He is an undercover agent and Roy doesn't know his identity. Even if he dies in the gunfight, it's not a big problem.

Otherwise, it is Roy's most common trick, frame-up.

Now the whole world knows that Mahone and Roy have a grudge. If Mahone dies now, he will be the biggest suspect.

Rafael can be a fool.

Roy is no fool.

"Come!"

Roy hooked his fingers at Rafael and Oscar.

The two men came forward.

Roy said in a voice that only they could hear:
"Prepare a camera and let Niakin and the FBI..."

"You understand me?"

The two understood immediately and a smirk appeared on their faces.

Roy grabbed Oscar's wrist and whispered, "Go prepare a syringe. Remember to get a new one."

"Boss, what is this?"