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Chapter 29 Are you the Kenyan long-distance running champion?

The black Lincoln SUV rolled down its windows.

Ma Hong, who was wearing sunglasses, held the steering wheel with his right hand, rested his left elbow on the window, turned his head and looked at Roy while driving, and asked loudly:
"Do you need help?"

Roy turned his head and looked to the right as he ran.

What a haunting fellow.

He smiled as he ran, "How's the hot dog?"

Hearing this, Ma Hong's mouth twitched: "You..."

It was so heartbreaking. On that moonlit night a few days ago, Roy was making love in the presidential suite, and Mahone was waiting in his car in the parking lot, fearing that Roy would slip away if he wasn't paying attention. As a result, he didn't sleep all night and was so hungry that while he was buying a hot dog, Roy's car disappeared. How could he not be angry?

Another thing is that he ran up to the 35th floor in one breath, which was too exaggerated.

Ma Hong always felt like he was being fooled by the other party.

Now, he has admitted his mistake to Director Klein and promised not to cause trouble for Roy again, and only then did he get his FBI agent ID back.

But he was unwilling to give up.

Then there was nothing we could do about Roy.

Anyway, there haven’t been any cases for their group recently.

So Ma Hong decided to come to Brooklyn to observe.

Then he actually saw Roy catching a thief.

Ma Hong wanted to gloat over the other's misfortune.

Driving and following leisurely.

"You're going in the wrong direction," Roy reminded.

Suddenly, the car on the opposite side honked frantically.

Startled, Ma Hong quickly turned the steering wheel.

bang——

The telephone poles on the sidewalk suffered.

The bumper and front hood of the Lincoln SUV were deeply dented, with white smoke rising. Ma Hong, who was seriously injured by the airbag explosion, got out of the car rubbing his forehead.

Roy looked back while running, and when he saw Ma Hong's embarrassed scene, he laughed out loud. Then he raised his right hand without looking back and raised his middle finger.

Ma Hong narrowed his eyes and chased after him.

I have to say, Ma Hong runs pretty fast.

Soon he was level with Roy.

Xiao Hei, who was running in front, looked back.

Next to the fully armed policeman wearing a bulletproof vest was a man in a black suit. He immediately quickened his pace, passed a gas station, and ran to another road.

Roy always kept a distance of 25 meters from the black guys.

Ma Hong said as he ran:

"How can you outrun a black man when you're wearing so much?"

Roy ignored him.

[Running: Stamina +1]

Ma Hong continued: "Just say the word and I can help you catch him right away."

Roy still ignored Mahone.

He is running very happily now and is worried that he will not have the opportunity to increase his endurance.

Seeing that Roy ignored him, Ma Hong stopped talking and ran side by side with Roy. Although he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, he was definitely several times more relaxed than Roy when it came to running.

Roy was wearing a bulletproof vest and a tactical belt. The miscellaneous police supplies hanging on the tactical belt alone weighed ten kilograms, not to mention the bulletproof vest that was not breathable at all.

It is still quite hot in New York in early June.

The temperature outside is over 30 degrees.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on Ma Hong's forehead.

Roy was sweating too, but not much.

The little black guy in front, on the other hand, had great stamina. Even after running two kilometers, he showed no sign of slowing down or weakening.

But the black guy couldn't shake off the police behind him.

The few of them came to another street.

Pedestrians avoided it.

Seeing that Ma Hong was still running beside him, Roy took out a box of Marlboro from his trouser pocket while running. He took out two and handed one to Ma Hong.

Ma Hong: “???”

With a head full of question marks, Ma Hong subconsciously took the cigarette.

Roy took out the windproof lighter again.

click -

Ma Hong: “…”

bang——

Cigarettes were lit.

Roy ran and pumped.

[Smoking while running: Lung capacity +1]

Seeing Roy running and smoking, Mahone was dumbfounded.

When the pedestrians who were trying to avoid the traffic on the side of the road saw this scene, they all stood there in a daze.

Everyone looked at each other, with all kinds of incredible expressions on their faces.

There were no portable video cameras in this era, and the Internet was not well developed. If this happened 20 years later, Roy's current state and appearance would definitely be on the hot search. Running and smoking at the same time, what a strange man.

Ma Hong looked at the cigarette in his hand but did not light it, because he was not stupid. He put the cigarette behind his ear and stared at Roy who was running with a cigarette in his mouth.

He really smoked it, not just holding it in his mouth.

After taking a breath into your lungs, slowly exhale from your mouth.

Awesome!
Mahone had to give Roy a thumbs up.

One cigarette was not enough, so he lit another one.

[Smoking while running: Nicotine resistance +2]

Ma Hong was completely speechless.

3 kilometers.

4 kilometers.

5 kilometers.

Ma Hong was already panting and out of breath.

Under the scorching sun, the black guy in front was already sweating profusely, his breathing rate increased significantly, and his physical strength decreased.

Run further and you will reach Flushing.

Flushing is a Chinese area.

The vast majority of people living here are Chinese.

Chinese people are divided into overseas Chinese and Chinese descendants.

Ma Hong's physical strength was completely exhausted. After all, he was already 40 years old.

How can I compare with the cheaters?
He ran to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

He took out his proud FBI ID and ordered:

"FBI is investigating the case. Requisition your vehicle now. Follow the police officer."

"Oh!"

The white lady driver was dumbfounded.

Ma Hong opened the passenger door and got in.

“Go Go Go!!”

The taxi followed slowly.

Two legs can't outrun four wheels.

The taxi was always following behind Roy.

Police sirens sounded from a distance.

Jonathan finally found Roy.

6 kilometers.

7 kilometers.

The black guy was breathing heavily and felt a little numb.

He looked back at the police officer who was still chasing him, and his whole body was numb.

Because he saw that the person behind him didn't even break a sweat, and his speed didn't slow down at all, as if nothing had happened.

Oh my God, what have I encountered?
8 kilometers.

With a "thump" sound——

Xiao Hei fell headfirst to the ground.

at the same time,

The police car driven by Jonathan also stopped ahead.

Mahoney gave the white lady $60 and got off the car.

The black man, who was lying on the sidewalk with his arms and legs spread out, raised his trembling hands and tried to pass the bag he had snatched to Roy.

Roy wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and shook it hard, hitting Mahone in the face.

"You better watch out." Ma Hong cursed.

Roy took the briefcase, opened it and took a look, then handed it to Jonathan.

Seeing that Roy had been running for so long, Jonathan took over the follow-up matters. He turned over Xiao Hei's body, first searched him for any weapons, then handcuffed him and put him in the police car.

Ma Hong kept staring at Roy and thought to himself: With such good physical strength, I finally understand why you were able to kill a dozen bikers.

Watching the police car merge into the traffic, Ma Hong took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that he was still unwilling to give up.

Although Ma Hong's luck is not very good, his sense of smell is still very sharp.

Roy's first impression was that there must be something wrong.

As long as you persevere, your true colors will eventually show up, and then...

……

……

Roy had just returned to the police station when he was called into Gordon's office.

"There should be work tonight, thirty thousand dollars."

Roy took the white card Gordon handed over.

After reading, burn it.

Thirty thousand dollars for a job is not a small amount.

!!!

(End of this chapter)