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Chapter 39 Interrogation of Ma Hong (Part )

Inside the safe house.

Roy came to two bathtubs placed side by side.

The liquid in the bathtub was murky and the dissolution reaction was still going on, but the churning level was already very low.

He picked up a stick made of high-strength plastic and stirred it twice in the corrosive liquid, leaving only some hard residue.

Due to insufficient soaking time, the aqua regia he prepared was not completely dissolved, but that didn’t matter as it was no longer needed at this point.

Roy, who was in a hurry, quickly put on his work clothes.

He turned on the tap over the bathtub and diluted it with water.

at the same time.

He opened the drain cover made of high-strength plastic. There was a layer of polytetrafluoroethylene filter under the drain outlet, through which the diluted and reduced-concentration liquid was discharged into the drainage system.

Pour it all into the bathtub and flush it away.

Finally, he quickly cleaned up the scene, peeled off the high-strength plastic film wrapped around the bathtub, and took everything that needed to be dealt with at the scene to another room.

Burning room.

Roy turned on the exhaust here and stuffed all the items to be burned into a small kerosene incinerator and destroyed them all.

Finish these.

Roy checked the time on his watch.

It took a total of forty minutes.

Time is running out and Oscar is still waiting for him.

Roy changed back into his previous clothes, took out the drug LSD used for interrogation from the refrigerator, took some other medicines and medical equipment, and quickly left the safe house.

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Bikers Home Motel.

Oscar, who had been waiting by Mahone's side, hit Mahone with a club while waiting for Roy.

There's nothing we can do since Ma Hong is showing signs of waking up.

Ma Hong fell into coma again just as he was about to open his eyes.

Roy parked the car in the alley across from the motel. He put on a mask, covered his head with the hood on the back of his jacket, crossed the street, avoided the only surveillance camera, and went around to the door of Oscar's room.

He knocked on the door gently and rhythmically.

Oscar came to the door and whispered, "Who?"

"it's me!"

Hearing Roy's whispered reply, Oscar opened the door and Roy quickly entered.

Coming to the bed, Roy looked at Ma Hong who was in a coma.

"Are the people you found reliable?" Roy asked Oscar.

"Don't worry, boss. We're very reliable." Oscar replied.

"Well..." Roy nodded, looked at Alexander Mahone who was lying unconscious on the bed, and continued: "Go to the next room and wait. I will call you later."

"Good boss."

Oscar left the room.

Roy moved Mahone's body to the bed and straightened it out.

He opened a black canvas bag and placed the tools and medicines inside on the bedside table in order.

Use a syringe to draw 1 ml of liquid from the vial containing LSD and drop it into another sterile empty bottle. Then open a new syringe and draw 100 ml of saline to dilute the LSD.

Mix well…

Since Roy was going to use intravenous injection on Mahone, the dosage had to be strictly controlled. For a normal person, it is best not to take more than 20 micrograms of lysergic acid diethylamide intravenously at one time.

After preparing the interrogation potion, Roy patted Ma Hong's cheek, and seeing no reaction, he pushed the interrogation potion into Ma Hong's body.

Compared with oral administration, this method is very fast in effect. In just ten seconds, Ma Hong, who was in a coma, responded. His breathing became rapid, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his ten fingers showed signs of slight twitching.

Roy poured a full glass of ice water over Mahone's head.

Ma Hong's eyelids moved slightly, and the whites of his eyes rolled up.

"What's your name?" Roy asked.

"Alexander... Mahone..."

Ma Hong, who was drugged by hallucinogenic drugs, did not speak clearly and his speech was intermittent. Roy needed to be very close to hear him clearly.

"What is your occupation?"

"FBI...Senior...Agent..."

"What is Maguire Ryan's relationship to you?"

"He was brought up by me. We have a very good relationship. He is my brother."

"What's up with him?"

"He was killed by a patrolman..."

Roy narrowed his eyes and asked:
"What's the patrolman's name?"

"Roy von Weizsäcker."

"Do you hate this person?"

"No, I... don't hate him..."

"Do you hate him?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to kill Roy von Weizsäcker?"

"No, I... won't... kill him... I will send him to... prison myself, and I will let... the law... judge him."

"Why are you sure Ryan will reveal his identity?"

"I... know him. Before he went undercover, I also... warned him that if he encountered an accident or had a firefight with his colleagues or the police, he must immediately reveal his identity."

"You just want to send Roy to jail?"

"Yes, it is."

After a brief pause, Roy continued to ask:
"What are your plans?"

"I am investigating him secretly..."

"What have you found out?"

"He has...he has a sister who is currently receiving...treatment in the intensive care unit of the Presbyterian Hospital. I...checked it out. Severe...head injury...requires high...medical expenses. The insurance company has...stopped paying. He...is very...short of money."

Ma Hong's breathing was rapid and his speech was intermittent.

"Go on."

"I followed him. He... often went to nightclubs and had unclear connections with... gang members... They... looked... familiar. He should be... collecting protection money to keep his sister... alive."

"Do you have evidence?"

"not yet……"

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Find... evidence... arrest him, and then interrogate... the truth about Ryan's death..."

"What if you can't find evidence?"

"I will report it to the IRS and ask them to intervene and investigate his tax issues. His legal income is not enough to support the medical expenses at a private hospital."

The IRS that Mahone mentioned is the United States Internal Revenue Service, a very powerful department with extensive law enforcement authority and even its own armed forces.

In the United States, you can buy something for free, but if you sell it, you have to pay taxes to the IRS.

What a stubborn and persistent guy.

Roy began to murmur in his heart, and he continued to ask:
"Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"

(End of this chapter)