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Chapter 51 Sorry! I don’t believe in God!

[Lying: Lying ability +1]

"Really???"

The coward Red Neck seemed to see hope of survival. He looked at the devil in front of him with extremely longing eyes, and his voice trembled.

"I promise you in the name of God..."

Roy stared at the red neck lying on the ground with cold eyes.

This wimp was using his elbows to support his body with difficulty and breathing heavily through his mouth. His nose was temporarily unusable as the nasal mucosa had been burned away and the abscess had long since blocked his nasal cavity. The tearing pain was transmitted to his brain and he was in unbearable pain.

He took another cigarette out of the box and lit it.

Nowadays, rednecks can't help but pee in their crotch when they see cigarettes.

Roy clamped his big feet around his neck and bent over to pull down his pants.

This scared Redneck, and her anus tightened involuntarily.

He said quickly:
"My brother Hector Marquez forced me to come here. Please, please don't...please..."

Crying and crying, this coward has tears streaming down his face.

"your brother?"

"Yes... yes, we are three brothers, the eldest brother is Hector Marquez, the second brother is Hercule Marquez, and I... I..."

"Your name does not interest me. Since Hector Marquis is your elder brother, why did he send you to die?"

"He hates me because I killed Hercule, and he told me that if he couldn't kill you within three days, he would kill me himself."

Roy continued to ask:

"What is Hector Marquez's position in the Biker Gang?"

"He is Gonzalo Neville's deputy, please..."

Gonzalo Neville, Roy knew this name. After killing Hercule, Roy specifically looked for some information about the motorcycle gang in the bureau, and also asked the night gang boss Rafael and his younger brother Oscar.

This man is an extreme conservative, the redneck among rednecks, has been to prison several times, and is a man of many crimes. He is currently the leader of the Brooklyn Biker Gang.

Roy flicked the ash on the red neck's face and asked:
"Where is Hector now?"

"I...I don't know!"

"Ok?"

Roy's face was fierce, and the cigarette butt was moving downwards. When it was about to touch the other person's eyes, the red neck cried and said loudly:

"I don't know where he is now. We used to hang out at the Charon Motorcycle Club on Brant Street."

Roy paused slightly:

"I know that the Charon Motorcycle Club is one of your activity locations. What I want is the base where Hector often stays."

The hot cigarette butt burned his red neck eyes, and he cried helplessly:

"348 Brant Street, an old warehouse."

As soon as he finished speaking, the redneck collapsed in an instant as if relieved.

"I'll let you go for the last two questions."

The redneck nodded vigorously.

“How many biker gangs are there in Brooklyn?”

"About 200 people..."

"How many men does Hector have?"

"More than 40 people..."

"Very good, I have no problem now."

"Then can I leave now?"

Fear is not enough to describe his mental state at this moment. The man in front of him is a devil, this place is hell, and he doesn't want to stay here for even a minute longer.

"Sorry! I don't believe in God."

Redneck: “???”

click-

He didn't have time to react.

Roy broke his neck directly. The unfortunate man's eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open.

Roy stood up and looked around the room.

There was no damage inside the house, only a small amount of blood and a pool of urine left by Redneck on the ground.

The corridor outside the apartment door was already a river of blood.

That’s good too. If the house was covered in blood, it would be difficult for me to continue living here.

After one person's death, I can barely accept it.

Pulling aside the living room curtains, Roy saw a large group of police officers rushing over here via the overpass. He pulled out two half-smoked cigarettes from the redneck's nostrils.

I found a wet towel, covered the ballpoint pen with it, poked it into the red-necked man's nostril, and twisted it vigorously a few times. I did the same with the other nostril.

Destroy any traces of abuse.

Since it is not a murder, the identification will not be too detailed.

All Roy had to say was that he broke his opponent's neck during the fight.

Taking out a mop from the bathroom, Roy began to clean up the remaining urine and blood stains in the house. He couldn't wait, otherwise there would be a smell of urine.

Just as Roy was mopping the floor, there were dense footsteps in the corridor, and the police officers who came for support stopped five meters away from the body.

Can't go any further.

Further ahead, the ground was covered with blood.

Five meters away, at the door of Roy's apartment, three horrific corpses caught the eyes of the police officers. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The horrible state of the corpses made the police officers' stomachs churn and they felt like vomiting.

One of the female police officers couldn't help herself and sprayed the egg yolk pie, pizza and vegetable salad she had for midnight snack all over the face of another male police officer.

"Roy! Roy! Are you okay?"

The leading officer shouted into the apartment.

"I'm fine!" Roy shouted back.

Hearing Roy's voice, his colleagues gradually felt relieved.

They both looked towards the open apartment door.

Roy's figure appeared in the sight of the police officers.

at the same time.

All the police officers opened their eyes wide at the same time and looked at Roy with incredible expressions.

At this moment, he was standing at the door with a wet towel in his hand.

“What is he doing???”

Roy straightened the wet towel and bent down to block the door. The blood that was about to flow into the room was blocked by the wet towel.

Police officers: “…”

Wow, you really have some free time.

Roy held the door frame with one hand and said to his colleagues:
"There are four people in total, three here and one in the house. I was just cleaning and was afraid that the blood would flow into the house, so I used a wet towel to block it."

Police officers: “…”

None of the officers who came to support were from the same team as Roy. All of them were from Team A.

As for why no one from Team B, to which Roy belonged, showed up, one, because several of them were not on duty tonight, and two, because most of the Team B members were on administrative leave.

Richard's gang was put on administrative leave for murdering the other party's family by mistake.

Jonathan's gang were all on leave because of the additional shooting.

The captain of Team A, Lampard, twitched his lips slightly, as if he had been hit hard. He felt very upset, wondering why Roy was not in Team A...

This kid is almost becoming the killing god of the Brooklyn police station.

It’s only been a few days, how many people have been killed?

Team B must exceed its performance targets this year, right?
This is too unfair.

Jonathan, that old man...

Captain Lampard cursed in his heart.

With a long sigh, Lampard pressed the intercom button on his shoulder:
"Dispatch center, a gunfight broke out at Lance Apartment. Someone broke into the police officer's home illegally and attempted to murder the police officer. All of them have been... all shot dead by the police. Request the technical team to come and handle the scene. Remember, bring plenty of blood detergent..."

(End of this chapter)