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Chapter 50 Want to assassinate me? Seeking death!

Every time he went out, Roy would do something to the door of his apartment. He would put a mechanical pencil lead that was extremely difficult to see with the naked eye. As long as it was stuck in the right position of the gap near the fold, the mechanical pencil lead would break immediately if the door was opened.

This means that someone opened the door after he left.

Roy squatted down gently, his pupils focused on the broken pencil lead, his face gradually became gloomy, and his brain was thinking rapidly.

Who entered the apartment?
Did the people who went in leave?

Ma Hong?

very possible.

This guy is like a dog-skin plaster, vowing to send Roy to jail. He might even break into Roy's apartment after he leaves to look for evidence of his crime.

Roy held his breath.

Since there was no one else in the corridor.

At this moment, the long corridor was unusually quiet.

Roy tried to listen to what was going on inside the house.

It was very quiet, without any sound.

Biker gang?
Also a possibility.

Ever since Roy killed Hercule legally, reasonably and in compliance with regulations last time, the motorcycle gang members have never appeared in front of Roy again.

Roy knew the temperament of the motorcycle gang members very well. Revenge was their label, and the motorcycle gang would never swallow this loss.

Over the years, many policemen have been killed in revenge by motorcycle gangs, and some even had their entire families wiped out. Even FBI agents dare to carry out their tricks in secret without restraint.

Ma Hong's family is a living example.

Mahone had arrested many motorcycle gang members in the past and convicted them all, with several even being sent to the electric chair.

Therefore, Mahone was labeled as a member of the motorcycle gang. One faction of the motorcycle gang in New York hated Mahone to the core and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Five years ago, Ma Hong's home was hit by Molotov cocktails thrown by motorcycle gangs, which almost burned his wife and daughter to death.

It was also because of this incident that Ma Hong's wife could no longer bear it and resolutely divorced Ma Hong. She moved from New York to Los Angeles with her daughter.

From then on, Ma Hong also had a conflict with the motorcycle gang.

His favorite student and brother, Maguire Ryan, was the FBI agent who died at Roy's hands. He was an undercover agent recruited by Mahone himself and planted in the motorcycle gang.

Roy is now naturally on the motorcycle gang's internal blacklist. According to Roy's analysis and speculation, if the person in the apartment is not Mahone, then it must be a motorcycle gang redneck who came to kill him.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, there was no one in the apartment and someone left after rummaging through things.

But, in either case, he had to be careful.

[Brain works fast: Brain power +1]

Roy stepped back gently and slowly, reducing the frequency of his steps so as not to make any sound.

Retreating to the fire escape and closing the heavy fire door, Roy gently unzipped the weapon bag and took out the Remington M870 military version he had just bought that day.

Opening a box of standard bullets, Roy pushed a bullet as thick as his thumb into the loading port, loading 7 rounds at a time, pulled the grip, sent a standard bullet into the chamber, and pressed another one in. The current status was 7+1.

Then he took out the Glock from his waist, checked the bullet capacity, and gently pulled the slide to load the pistol.

After doing all this, Roy returned to the corridor and stopped five meters away from his door. He held the shotgun in one hand, aiming at the door, and took out his mobile phone with the other hand, dialed the number of the bureau. After hearing the prompt tone, he put the phone on his shoulder, tilted his head, and blocked the phone with his face and shoulder.

The call was connected, and Roy deliberately spoke loudly:

"Hello, dispatch center?"

"Yes, I'm Roy."

"I feel like someone has entered my house. Can you send someone to help me check it out? Yes, I'm sure, very sure."

"Okay, I'll wait here."

"Send more people..."

As Roy's last words fell, the door of the apartment was suddenly opened from the inside, and a burly figure rushed out with a revolver in his hand.

bang——

A deafening gunshot suddenly rang out in the closed corridor.

Several bullets rushed out of the muzzle of the Remington and hit the man's chest directly. He didn't have time to groan, only a "ka ka" sound was heard...

bang——

The second spray followed.

Without even a chance to bleed, the man fell backwards to the ground.

at the same time.

The second person rushed out right after him.

Kaka-

Pull the grip and the bullet is loaded.

bang——

The bullet sprayed towards the other person's face.

The scene was completely different, and Roy took two steps forward with the spray gun in hand.

The third man's hand holding the gun was shattered by Roy's gun as soon as he stretched out his hand. Amid screams, his head was blown off by a shotgun.

Almost at the same time, someone threw a pistol out of the apartment, then knelt at the door, pissed himself, and cried out:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me!!"

Kaka-

Roy loaded the gun.

He pointed the shotgun at the man's head and quickly looked inside the house, but did not see the fifth person.

[Use Shotgun: Shotgun Proficiency +1]

[Accurate Shooting: Shooting Accuracy +1]

[Accurate Shooting: Shooting Accuracy +1]

[Use Shotgun: Shotgun Proficiency +1]

[Use Shotgun: Shotgun Proficiency +1]

The reminder sound kept ringing in Roy's mind...

at the same time,

A colleague's voice came from the phone:

"Roy, Roy, are you okay?"

The gunshot just now was transmitted through the mobile phone, and the branch dispatch immediately began to assemble the branch’s night duty police forces.

Roy ignored his colleague's calls and hung up the phone.

He used the muzzle of his gun to lift up the kneeling man's chin.

The face of a middle-aged white man came into view.

He had seen this man before. He was the brother of Hercule, a member of the motorcycle gang, who had his hand pierced by Roy with a dagger at the Show Girl bar.

It turns out to be a motorcycle gang.

Roy kicked him into the house.

He put the muzzle of the gun into the man's mouth and asked:

"Who gave you the courage to come to me?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Because the extremely thick muzzle of the gun was stuffed into his mouth, the man could only make a humming sound continuously, and at the same time, his crotch became wet and he peed.

With this level of ability, you dare to kill Roy?

"Want to avenge your brother?"

The coward shook his head vigorously to indicate no.

Roy pulled out his gun.

The coward immediately cried and begged for mercy:
"You killed more than ten people including Hercule. How dare I come to seek revenge on you? I was forced to do it. Please let me go. Please..."

Forced?

Roy knocked out a row of his teeth with the butt of his gun.

In an instant, the man's mouth was stained with blood.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

"I...I...I..."

"You won't say it, right?"

Dragging the man to the coffee table, Roy picked up a Marlboro cigarette from the coffee table, took out two, lit them, and took three deep puffs.

[Currently smoking: Nicotine resistance +1]

Then, in the face of the redneck's horror, Roy directly inserted two lit cigarettes into his nostrils.

tear-

A piercing pain spread to the brain.

“Ahhhhhhh——” bursts of screams were heard.

I almost passed out...

"Listen carefully. If you don't tell me, I promise I will put a cigarette in every hole in your body."

"Don't...don't...I...if I...if I tell you, can you promise me...can you promise not to kill me?"

Redneck looked at the ferocious devil in front of him with extremely fearful eyes. It was so damn scary.

"I swear to God..."

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