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Chapter 52 Roy's Plan
No one came forward at the scene.

Everyone is afraid of getting their shoes dirty.

Since they are all dead, it is not their business to deal with.

While waiting for the technical team, Roy returned to the bedroom and changed his clothes. He couldn't live in this house tonight.

He needs to return to the police station to take notes and write a report.

Colleagues also had to deal with the body at the scene, clean up the blood stains, and take photos as evidence. It would take a whole night to finish the work.

A number of neighbors had already gathered in the corridor.

When the gunshots were first heard, no one dared to come out. They just watched the excitement and died. This happens frequently in the United States. Many people have learned to be smart. The first thing they do when they hear the gunshots is to hide. They only dare to come out to check the situation outside when they hear the movement of the police in the corridor.

The neighbors saw a large amount of blood on the ground through the gaps between the police officers' bodies, and vomiting sounds were heard one after another...

Soon, a large number of people will have to be moved from this floor.

Back at the precinct, Roy was questioned.

Writing incident reports is something I am very familiar with.

Gordon called to express his condolences overnight.

Irina's calls came one after another.

Despite the knife wounds on his body, Jonathan wanted to come to the police station to see Roy, but Roy refused over the phone, saying that he was tired and needed to rest.

Later in the night...

Roy found a hotel nearby.

You can only stay here for one night tonight.

While taking a shower, Roy's face turned fierce as he began to think about how to kill Hector Marquez and clean up the motorcycle gang members in Brooklyn.

After putting on his bathrobe, Roy picked up his cell phone and dialed Oscar's number.

"Boss, I'm Oscar."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm the Show Girl, Boss."

"Is Isabella here?"

"She's at."

"Bring her to me."

"Okay, boss. I'll take her there right now..."

After telling the hotel address, Roy sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

[Currently smoking: Cerebral thrombosis resistance +1]

Opening a bottle of Coke, Roy took a big sip.

[Consumption of sugary drinks: diabetes resistance +1]

Roy: "..."

Take another sip and the reminder tone will no longer sound.

Roy: "..."

He slowly closed his eyes and waited for Isabella to arrive.

I don't know why, but every time after killing someone, Roy has the urge to use a shell cannon. Perhaps it's because in an extremely excited state, the male hormone secretion in his body is too strong, causing his brother to be restless...

This is the only reason that can explain it.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the hotel room door.

Roy walked to the door holding a loaded Glock and saw Oscar and Isabella through the peephole.

Opening the door, Roy said to Oscar:
"You come in too."

After Oscar and Isabella entered the room, Roy stuck half of his head out and checked the corridor, but found nothing unusual, so he closed the door.

Isabella crossed her legs and kissed Roy's lips, and whispered:
"You haven't seen me for a few days."

Roy stroked Isabella's straight hair:
"Didn't I ask you to come here today? Go take a shower first. Oscar and I have something to discuss. I'll deal with you later."

After sending Isabella to the bathroom, Roy looked at Oscar:

"sit down."

Oscar sat on the sofa.

Roy sat down and pulled out a Marlboro.

Oscar immediately took out his lighter and lit a cigarette for his boss.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Two things..."

[Currently smoking: Lung capacity +1]

Roy continued:

"Go back and inform Rafael to have all your people go out and gather intelligence about the motorcycle gang, including the clubs they frequent, the places where they often hang out, and their personnel information. It would be best if you have photos. As long as you can gather information, collect it all." Oscar's eyes widened when he heard this:
"Boss, is the police department going to take action against the motorcycle gang?"

Roy smiled and shook his head:

"No, I'm going to take action against the bikers."

tear--

Oscar took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Tell Rafael that as long as they are in Brooklyn police territory, you can attack the bikers as you like, but try not to kill anyone, understand?"

Oscar nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

"Here are two family cards, one for you and one for Isabella. If a policeman stops you in the area under the jurisdiction of the Brooklyn Branch, show him this card."

Roy pushed two cards in front of Oscar.

Oscar picked it up and saw that the card was made of plastic, with the New York Police Department emblem printed on the front and space for writing on the back.

Police stations in many parts of the United States will issue family cards to donors. With this card, speeding or running a red light are no longer a problem within the jurisdiction of the issuing police station. If you are stopped by a patrol officer, as long as you show this card, they will basically let you go on the spot.

Of course, it doesn’t work in criminal cases.

Police departments in the United States can accept donations from private individuals and companies.

……

Oscar put his card in his pocket:
"thank you boss."

Roy continued:

"Go out more often these days and go to 348 Brant Street. It's an old warehouse, a base of the motorcycle gang. Remember to observe secretly and see who often goes in and out of the warehouse."

"okay, I get it."

"You have to remember, don't let the motorcycle gang find you. You can only observe from a distance, don't get close. If they find out you are spying on them, you are dead. They will kill you."

"OK!"

"Try to find out the number of people in the warehouse."

"Okay, then?"

"Just wait for my next instructions then."

"clear."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Roy began to explain the second thing:
"You have to be careful of that FBI agent named Mahone. If he finds you, don't resist."

"Boss, what is this?"

Oscar was a little confused.

"Ma Hong may ask you about my relationship with your gang. I think you should know what I can and cannot say."

"Please rest assured, boss..."

"If I were Mahone, I would beat you, I would push you, I would even threaten you with arresting you and sending you to jail."

"Boss, I won't give in."

"No, you are wrong, you have to give in."

Oscar: "???"

Roy continued, "He will definitely ask you to be his informant to collect some evidence about me. What you have to do is to agree to it."

"Oh! All right, all right..."

"Remember, you have to be severely beaten before you agree to be his informant. You have to act well and ask him for money. It has to be realistic."

"This...I know."

If the tax issue fails to bring down Roy, Mahone's next move will most likely be to investigate the gang members entrenched in Brooklyn, also known as the Night Gang.

Just catch a few people who are close to the core of the Night Gang and ask them who is close to Roy. Generally speaking, those who are particularly close to Roy must have some dirty dealings.

Roy is quite familiar with some of the FBI's conventional methods of handling cases.

He has calculated to the extreme.

Next, it’s time to kill Hector Marquez…

Send Oscar away.

Isabella, who had just come out of the bath, embraced Roy...

[Durability +1]

[Endurance +1]

[Physical energy +1]

[Explosive Power +1]

[Hardness +1]

[Car Skill +1]

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