Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 48 New Weapons

After Roy left, Gordon picked up the encrypted phone, found Irina's number, and hovered his thumb over the dial button, but he didn't press it.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes and his anger level increased slightly, but after careful consideration, Gordon finally put the encrypted phone back on the table.

The God of Wealth, you can’t offend him…

……

After leaving Gordon's office, Roy returned to his workstation, wrote the case report on the computer and handed it to Dai Lin.

As for continued administrative leave, Roy refused.

One week was enough for him.

He also has to return to work as soon as possible, not for anything else, but simply because his attributes will be increased when dealing with various incidents.

Making money and becoming stronger should be done simultaneously.

If you want to survive safely in this sinful city, it is not enough to rely on wisdom and caution alone, you also need physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people.

Return to the apartment.

Roy opened the safe.

After a quick count, there are a total of 5 US dollars here, and another 5 US dollars in the safe house, which adds up to US dollars.

Although the money is not much.

But it's enough to last for a while.

To prevent the motorcycle gang from causing trouble again.

It's time to get some weapons.

The pistol is obviously not enough.

That night, Roy stopped firing.

The next morning, at the urging of the alarm clock, Roy got up and washed.

First stop, Presbyterian Hospital.

He hadn't visited Irene for some time.

When passing through security check, the alarm emits a sharp siren sound.

Roy lifted his shirt, revealing a pistol and a police badge.

The hospital security staff had a false alarm.

Seeing that the security personnel reacted quickly and were quite focused, Roy felt relieved. After all, his only relative lived here.

If he hadn't made enemies with the motorcycle gang, he wouldn't have to worry about these things.

Roy handed the documents to a security guard.

After checking the documents, they will be released.

On-duty police officers do not need to remove their guns when entering a hospital.

Taking the elevator to the window of the neurosurgery ICU isolation room, Roy looked at Irene, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her face pale and thin, connected to various instruments, and with an assisted breathing tube in her mouth.

Roy sighed deeply...

at this time,

Two hospital security guards who were patrolling saw Roy's eyes fixed on Irene in the ICU.

They looked at each other and walked towards Roy at the same time.

On the way to Roy, one of the security guards pressed the intercom communication button and muttered something under his breath.

Coming to Roy's side, the security guard asked:
"Hello sir, are you here to visit a patient?"

Roy nodded: "Yes."

"Excuse me, which patient are you visiting?"

Roy turned his gaze to Irene lying on the bed:
"Irene..."

Hearing the word Irene, the two security guards immediately became alert, and their hands unconsciously reached for the batons on their tactical belts.

at the same time,

The door to the emergency exit was flung open.

A team of police officers in New York police uniforms quickly walked over here.

Roy, who was in casual clothes, naturally saw this scene.

Soon, four police officers surrounded Roy and looked at him with malicious eyes.

"Sir, please show me your ID!"

"I'm Roy von Weizsäcker from the Brooklyn police station, Irene's brother," Roy explained.

Hearing this, the officers looked at each other.

Roy lifted his clothes.

The Glock pistol in the holster instantly came into the officers' field of vision.

As soon as my blood pressure rose a little, I saw Roy's police badge.

Finally, my heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settled down.

Roy handed the ID to one of the officers.

After checking it, the officer returned it to Roy and said with a smile: "We are from the Manhattan police station and are responsible for protecting this lady." "Are you Roy from the Brooklyn police station?" Another young police officer showed excitement on his face.

Roy nodded: "Yes, I am..."

The young police officer said excitedly: "I know you, 1 to 15, you took down all those motorcycle gangs, my God, I was wondering when I would see you again, it's incredible."

Another young black police officer took over the conversation: "Wow, wow, man, 1 to 15, God, how did you do it?"

Roy: "..."

The black police officer reached out and pinched Roy's biceps: "Wow, so hard and strong, a brave warrior who killed 11 people!"

After saying this, the black police officer gave Roy a thumbs up.

Roy: "..."

The two hospital security guards seemed a little confused by what they heard just now. The hospital security guards' mission was to assist the Manhattan police officers in protecting Ms. Irene's safety. They didn't know the specific reason.

But when these police officers from the Manhattan police station received the assignment, their superiors who assigned them the task told them what happened to Officer Roy from the Brooklyn police station, and also issued an order to keep it strictly confidential.

Next, Roy faced continuous flattery from these police officers.

The black officer even wanted to take a picture with Roy.

But he was scolded by his superior.

Unable to bear the various "questions", Roy made up an excuse and left the hospital.

Before leaving, Roy ordered a cup of coffee for each of them.

Drive back to Brooklyn.

The Ford SUV stopped in front of a gun store.

He pushed the door open and entered.

When the gun shop owner saw Roy, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

Old customer...

"Sir, what do you need this time?"

Arriving at the counter, Roy and the fat boss smiled at each other:
"Let me see the shotgun."

"Well, there are all of them on the wall here. Whichever one you want to see, I can take it down for you." The fat boss pointed behind him.

Roy scanned the shotguns of various brands hanging on the wall and finally set his sights on one of them. He pointed with his finger and said:

"Bring that down for me. It's a Remington M870."

The fat boss took down the Remington M870-1 No. 12 hanging on the wall and handed it to Roy.

Roy took the shotgun and took a quick look at its appearance, then opened the loading port to check. Although he knew it was an empty gun, he still checked it for safety reasons out of his excellent professionalism.

Empty gun correct.

click-

Roy pulled the handle.

Snapped--

Pull the trigger.

"Sir, this is a Remington M870-1 12 gauge, used by the Marine Corps, caliber 12 gauge (18.5mm), capacity 7 rounds."

Roy's target was this military Remington M870-1, the police version issued by the department, which was in the trunk of his police car.

"Two."

"Two, two?" The fat boss was stunned.

"Correct."

After hearing the confirmation, the fat boss took out another one from under the counter.

Roy continued to inspect and test the gun.