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Chapter 38 Setting up a trap
It was late at night and there were not many cars on the street.

The Chevrolet sedan only dared to follow from a distance and did not dare to get close.

The cunning Roy was still circling the city as usual.

After walking around twice, Roy discovered something unusual.

There is a car that seems to have been with me for a long time.

The eyesight attribute is not added in vain. Although the change of +1 each time is not very big, it is still beyond the average level of ordinary people.

Came to a straight road.

After the vehicle behind him crossed the intersection and the light turned red, Roy stopped the car on the side of the road and lowered the window.

Because the road was straight and there were no other auxiliary roads between the two intersections, the Chevrolet sedan could not turn, nor could it stop on the side of the road like Roy did, as this would lead to it being discovered. Therefore, the Chevrolet sedan could only continue to move forward.

When passing by Roy's vehicle, the driver turned his head and looked to the other side.

Roy narrowed his eyes and looked carefully inside the Chevrolet.

Due to poor night vision and the dark film on the window, Roy could not see clearly who was in the car. He could only vaguely see a silhouette.

Then...

A name appeared in Roy's mind.

Alexander Mahone.

Roy felt that the figure looked like...

Now, the only one who likes to play stalking is that guy.

Gordon doesn't.

There is no need for Irina.

After analyzing it over and over again, the only solution is that dog-skin plaster.

The Chevrolet sedan continued to move forward and made a right turn at the traffic light ahead.

Roy shifted gears, stepped on the gas and started again. As he crossed the intersection, he picked up the cell phone on the passenger seat.

After crossing the intersection and driving forward about fifty or sixty meters, Roy saw through the rearview mirror that the Chevrolet sedan had turned back onto this road and was continuing to follow him from a distance.

He entered a number on his phone with one hand and dialed it.

The call was connected, and Oscar's voice came into Roy's ears:

"Boss, it's me."

"Go find a few people and help me ambush someone on the way."

"Ambush someone?" Oscar was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's the FBI from last time. He's following me."

"Ambush the FBI? Boss, I..."

Hearing Oscar's hesitation, Roy's voice became stern:

"What? Are you scared? You don't want to listen to me?"

Oscar quickly explained:
"No, no, boss, I'm not afraid. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but the FBI brothers have all seen him, and I'm afraid they don't dare..."

Oscar's explanation is not without reason. The Night Gang is too small and only operates in Brooklyn, controlling only two blocks. It has no more than a hundred members, and is mainly composed of street thugs and hooligans. It is far inferior to the motorcycle gang.

These people lack the courage to attack the FBI.

"You won't find some people who haven't seen him?"

"Okay, okay, what should I do? Kill him?"

"Idiot, listen carefully..."

Roy started to make the arrangements, and Oscar kept saying OK on the phone.

It's really annoying to be a follower and a dog-skin plaster.

Roy did want to kill Mahone.

But not now, and I will not let this group of thugs kill him.

The risk of letting them go is too great. If one of them is caught, everything will be lost. If some gangsters use this incident to threaten him in the future, it will be very difficult to deal with.

Be thorough in what you do.

Ma Hong must be killed in a reasonable, legal and compliant manner.

We have to make sure the FBI doesn't suspect us, no one else knows about it, and it has to be flawless.

Then he would have to do it himself.

At the same time, an opportunity is needed.

After hanging up the phone, Roy sped forward.

The Chevrolet sedan is also slightly faster.

Roy arrived at the Night Gang's territory and turned into a side road. At the end of the side road was the Show Girl Club.

When he reached the middle of the road, Roy turned right and entered another alley. There were no street lights in the alley, so it was very dark and the only way to see the road was by the headlights of the vehicles.

After entering the alley, Roy immediately slowed down and drove slowly, while switching the high beam to low beam.

Seeing this, Chevrolet immediately followed and turned into the alley.

As soon as they entered the dark alley, the man driving the Chevrolet saw several gang members harassing a woman through the reflection of the headlights.

The thugs, dressed in strange clothes and with nose rings, pushed the woman to the ground and groped her body.

tear-

The woman's top was torn off, revealing her bra and half of her snow-white skin.

Howling, pleas for mercy, and crying could be heard one after another.

When the SUV driven by Roy passed by, the woman asked for help and frantically shouted for help. However, Roy seemed not to hear her and drove the SUV slowly past without any intention of stopping.

Seeing this, the man driving the Chevrolet frowned slightly and muttered, "Damn, are you a policeman?"

Soon, Chevrolet also passed by the group of thugs.

The driver lowered the window, looked at the gangster, and then looked at the woman who was struggling violently.

"What are you looking at? Get out!"

A thug yelled at Chevrolet.

"Why don't you get out of here?" another thug yelled.

The Chevrolet drove ten meters and finally stopped.

The driver pushed the door, got out and walked towards the group of thugs.

As he walked, he took out his ID from his inner pocket and shouted:
"FBI!!! Stop!!!"

Hearing this, the thugs collectively stopped their invasion, stood up one by one, and looked at the middle-aged white man who was walking towards them with an FBI ID.

A closer look.

The name of Alexander Mahone was clearly written on the document.

The thugs looked at each other, all standing there in a daze.

Seeing this, the woman who had just been bullied immediately crawled behind Ma Hong. She held Ma Hong's back with both hands and stuck out half of her head: "Please save me, please save me, they, they want to..."

"Ma'am, please rest assured that you are safe now..."

The woman secretly took out half a brick from her crotch.

bang——

A sound was heard.

Mahon suddenly felt something hit him hard on the back of his head.

Then he saw stars and his vision gradually dimmed.

The woman checked Ma Hong, who was lying on the ground and unconscious, and then looked at the half brick in her hand, and shouted excitedly:
"Oh yeah, I knocked down an FBI agent, hahahaha!"

The thugs gathered around and kicked the unconscious Ma Hong.

at this time,

Oscar walked out from the shadows.

He squatted down, confirmed that Ma Hong was unconscious, then stood up and distributed 500 US dollars to each of the gangsters.

After sending the thugs away, Oscar made an "OK" gesture to the Ford SUV parked on the side of the road in the distance.

The Ford SUV accelerated away from the scene.

Oscar unloaded Mahone's gun, dragged the unconscious Mahone into the Chevrolet sedan, and drove Mahone's car to the location Roy had specified in advance.

It was the same motel.

It was still that windowless, pitch-black room.

Oscar carried Mahone to the bed.

He patted Mahone's cheeks left and right, and after confirming that he was still unconscious, he sat on the chair opposite the bed with a baseball bat in his hand, waiting for Roy to arrive.

Roy is now on his way to the safe house.

He went to get LSD...

　Brothers, please read it!
　　The success of this book depends on all of you who follow its lead.

　　Only by reading more can you be recommended and go further.

　　I have recommended it and will update it after it is put on the shelves to repay all the dear fathers!

(End of this chapter)