Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 7 Dare to deceive me?

"Honey, why don't you continue to sleep?" Isabella rubbed her eyes and said in a soft voice.

“I seem to have grown.”

Roy pulled out the tape measure and began to measure.

"What's growing?"

Isabella sat up, revealing half of her snow-white body. She reached out for a Marlboro cigarette on the bedside table, took out a cigarette, and lit it gracefully.

Roy used a tape measure to measure his brother's shoulder width and murmured, "It used to be 4, now it's 5. It's really grown."

"Haha, dear, you are so humorous. You are not a child, so how can you have secondary development?" Isabella, who was smoking, saw clearly what Roy was doing and said with a smile.

"If you don't believe me, look, look."

As soon as Roy finished speaking, he heard the message alert on his cell phone.

Isabella handed Roy the Motorola V998 on the bedside table.

Take the phone and open the cover.

A piece of information came into view:
"Boss, it's done. Where are you? I'll send it to you."

Roy input information:

"apartment."

While Roy was inputting the information, Isabella actually measured it:
"Wow! Amazing!! Are you coming again?"

Roy shook his finger to indicate NO.

After putting on his shorts, he went to the living room with his upper body naked, sat on the sofa, lit a Marlboro, and turned on the TV.

The news is being broadcast on TV:
"On the 23rd of this month, there was a new development in a vicious murder case that occurred at 199 Lant Avenue in Brooklyn. According to the FBI report, the owner of the villa involved went to France half a year ago. The villa has been vacant and this case has nothing to do with the owner.

The deceased was a young Russian woman. The FBI did not find any identity information about the deceased. It was inferred that the deceased was a stowaway who had not registered with the Immigration Bureau.

In addition, through DNA comparison of body fluids extracted from the deceased, the identity of the murderer has been determined. He is the notorious serial torture and rape murderer, Rashid Garrett, a white male, 39 years old.

FBI agents remind New Yorkers that the serial killer has not yet been caught. New Yorkers are requested to remain vigilant, especially women living alone. If you have any clues, please call the FBI hotline and 911. The reward amount is $30. "

Roy put out his cigarette.

[Burn: Burn resistance +1]

Roy: "..."

Is this also possible?

Dong~Dongdong——

The door was knocked rhythmically.

Roy stood up and walked to the door, and saw Oscar through the peephole.

Open the door.

Oscar came running in.

Isabella, wrapped in a bath towel, just walked out of the bedroom and saw Oscar who had just walked in. "Brother? Why are you here?"

"The boss asked me to come." Oscar replied.

Roy looked at Isabella and said, "Go take a shower first. I have something to discuss with your brother."

"OK!"

Isabella made an OK gesture and went into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of a shower was heard.

Isabella was naturally a sensible woman. Knowing that there was something important to discuss, she turned on the shower to the maximum. She should not listen to what she should not listen to, and should never know what she should not know. This was the way to survive in this dark city.

"sit down."

Roy sat on the sofa.

Oscar sat opposite.

He took out a thick stack of US dollars from his bag.

"Boss, here is 12."

Roy took the US dollars, glanced at them briefly, and then put the stack of US dollars on the coffee table.

He stared at Oscar's eyes with sharp eyes and asked, "Only 12?"

"Ah, yes... Boss... that's all."

Roy saw two words in Oscar's eyes: lie.

"I'll ask you one last time. You only have one chance, and only 12?"

"Boss, I...Okay, sorry, boss, it's 14. I was wrong, boss. Please give me a chance."

Oscar knelt directly in front of Roy.

Roy leaned forward slightly and patted Oscar's cheek with his big hand.

"Don't try to be clever with me!"

"Yes, yes, boss, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time. Please forgive me. I will get it for you right away."

Having said that, Oscar was about to get up and go back to get the money.

Roy grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back to the ground, then took a cigarette out of the box and put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Oscar immediately took out his lighter.

Snap——Tear——

Roy took a puff and spit all the cigarette out on Oscar's face: "Put your hand out."

"Oh."

Oscar didn't dare to disobey Roy and stretched out his left palm.

Roy pressed the hot cigarette butt directly into Oscar's palm.

tear-

A piercing pain was transmitted to Oscar's brain through his nervous system. He gritted his teeth and held on until the cigarette was completely extinguished.

"boss!!"

Oscar cried.

"Keep the 20,000. Remember, be nice to your sister. It's not easy for her to make money."

"I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand what you mean, thank you, boss, thank you, boss."

Oscar was crying bitterly at this moment.

"Go!"

Oscar stood up quickly, and before leaving, he looked back at Roy: "Boss, I will give all this money to Isabella."

Roy waved his hand, signaling him to get out quickly.

Oscar closed the door gently.

Roy returned to the bedroom and put $12 into the safe hidden inside the closet. Then he went to the bathroom door and knocked.

The shower stops.

Isabella opened the bathroom door.

"I have to go to work this afternoon, you go back first."

"OK!"

……

1:30 p.m.

Roy parked the SUV in the parking space outside the Brooklyn police station. He pushed the door and got out. As soon as he locked the door, he heard the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from across the street.

Hear the sound and go.

Saw five Harleys.

There were five middle-aged white men with blond hair and sunglasses sitting on the motorcycle.

Did not run away.

Both a redneck and a biker gang.

The leader raised his middle finger at Roy.

The other accomplices kept turning the throttle, and a huge engine noise was heard at the scene, and black smoke was spewing out from the tail of the Harley.

"Hey, what are you doing? Get out of here!"

Officer Jonathan ran out of the police station and pointed at the group of provocative motorcycle gang members.

Immediately, the five Harleys shifted gears, refueled, and left.

Jonathan looked at Roy and asked, "Are you okay? Are those biker gang members targeting you?"

Roy nodded.

This officer Jonathan was the one who appeared at the villa where the Russian girl died and patted Roy on the shoulder.

Officer Jonathan Hunter is a white male, 41 years old.

He is Roy's mentor when he joined the police force and also his partner. They have a very good relationship on weekdays and are always in the same group when they go out on patrol.

According to American police regulations, when patrol officers are on patrol, they must be accompanied by at least two police officers.

There is no other reason, it’s just because everyone here has the “truth” in their hands, and it is too dangerous for one person to do so. In the past, many police officers have suffered losses at the hands of one person.

But Roy is special, and Chief Gordon gave Roy the authority to patrol alone.

At first Jonathan had doubts and discussed it with Gordon. After all, Roy was just a rookie who had just joined the company for less than a year, but he was still reprimanded by Gordon.

There was no way out. A higher-ranking official could crush someone so powerful that no one in the bureau dared to interfere in the matter from then on.

"It's just right that you're here. Hurry up and change into your uniform and come with me to handle a police case." Jonathan said.

"what's the situation?"

"Someone at 128 Saderan Street called the police and said her son was emotionally unstable and was threatening to commit suicide."

"Are there any weapons?"

"A pistol."

After three minutes,

After changing into his uniform, Roy got into the police car driven by Jonathan.

As the sirens sound.

The police car codenamed 404 drove away from the police station quickly...

(End of this chapter)