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Chapter 89 How the Devil is Made

After hearing what Roy said, Mahone stood there in a daze. He knew that every year many innocent police officers died at the hands of criminals who were released on bail.

This situation not only happens to police officers, but also to FBI agents.

Just last month, an FBI agent in Los Angeles was killed by a suspect he had arrested. The suspect had applied for a bail loan, but on the day he was released he broke into the agent's home and killed his family.

There was an incident in the United States where a criminal was released after paying bail, but he grabbed a gun in public at the court door and shot the arresting police officer.

Due to the frequent occurrence of such incidents, there are discords between police law enforcement departments and local judicial departments in many parts of the United States, and even conflicts often break out.

Police unions have also organized strikes many times to protest the Ministry of Justice's release of criminals who should not have been released in order to pay bail.

Ma Hong took a deep breath and was speechless.

Roy looked at Mahone:

"Kill him, and the hundred thousand dollars will be yours."

"I……"

"Woooooo~"

The guy in the back of the pickup truck was stunned. He wanted to break free from the tape sealing his mouth and say something to beg for mercy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the tape. Roy wrapped it around his mouth at least twenty times, leaving him with a pair of nostrils.

Ma Hong lit another cigarette:

"Roy, why? Who are you? Why are you forcing me to kill this man who can't resist?"

"Kill him and I'll tell you who I am. If my hands aren't stained with blood, why should I trust you?"

"Is this how you earned your sister's medical expenses? Are you doing this to make me your killer?"

Roy did not answer Mahone's question, but used a shovel to dig the hole himself.

Ma Hong turned around and looked at the man, then walked up to Roy:

"Roy, I can't see through you. You are such a devil. If I don't kill him today, will you kill me too?"

Roy didn't say anything, but in front of Mahone, he used the blade of a shovel to draw a rectangle next to the pit that was connected to the current pit.

Mahone immediately understood what Roy meant.

"Roy..."

Roy stopped digging and put his hands on the shovel handle:

"Mahong, following me is your only choice. This $100,000 is just the beginning. I know you are not afraid of death, but you have to think about Mary and Lindy, don't you?"

"I……"

"Help me dig the hole first. I'll give you some time to think."

After inserting the cigarette butt into the ashtray hanging on his chest, Ma Hong, trembling slightly, turned to the back of the car, pulled out the pickaxe from the trunk, returned to Roy, and started digging.

"now it's right……"

Mahone digs and Roy digs.

Exchange tools.

Roy digs and Mahone digs.

For twenty minutes, the two of them were in perfect harmony and didn't say a word.

The pit was also dug about one meter deep.

Mahone asked:

"How deep do you have to dig?"

Roy lit a cigarette:

"Let's dig another half meter. If it's too shallow, it will be easy to be exposed."

Ma Hong continued digging and asked:
"Your true identity is a killer?"

"no……"

"what is that?"

"You'll know when you kill him later."

While digging the pit, Ma Hong was also thinking about his own situation. Now there were only two choices before him: either kill that man, get his hands stained with blood, and become accomplices with Roy, or die here tonight and sleep here forever in the arms of that man.

As for the counterattack against Roy, he hadn't even thought about it. Ma Hong knew very well what Roy was capable of. The fighting in the alley and the fight in the warehouse were all vivid in his mind, as if they happened yesterday.

In fact, Mahone was struggling inside. As a federal agent for so many years, he had arrested many suspects and shot and killed many criminals, but those were all things that happened in the process of law enforcement.

Besides that, he never killed anyone who was defenseless or unarmed, which to him was murder.

The pit is dug... Ma Hong untied his collar and tie, took a breath, threw the shovel aside, looked up at Roy, not knowing what to say at this moment.

Seeing that the pit was dug, Roy came to the back of the car, pulled out a roll of high-strength thick plastic film from the trunk and placed it on the ground. He unfolded it, cut it, and laid it repeatedly, stacking a total of 5 layers.

Ma Hong looked at the plastic film on the ground, somewhat puzzled.

Roy pushed himself up with one hand, jumped onto the trunk, put on gloves, dragged the man to the rear of the car, and looked back at Ma Hong:
"Come, give me a hand..."

Ma Hong: “…”

After a little hesitation, Ma Hong went over to help.

Roy tossed Mahone a pair of gloves.

The two of them worked together to lift the redneck onto the plastic film.

Roy said:

"Kill him later to avoid blood splattering everywhere, which would be difficult to clean up. After you kill him, wrap him up in plastic wrap and bury him. The game is over."

game over???

Mahone was somewhat surprised that Roy used this word.

"What are you doing?"

Roy squatted on the ground and tied up the two ends of the five layers of plastic film with ropes, and the entire plastic film became the shape of a boat.

This state is very similar to a sliced ​​ham sausage.

"To prevent blood from spilling," Roy explained.

Ma Hong: “…”

After doing this, Roy returned to the car, took out a toolbox the size of a shoe box from the back seat, and placed it on the ground ten meters away.

Inadvertently, he adjusted the angle of the toolbox.

Returning to Mahone's side, the two looked at the red neck of the motorcycle gang in the "Ham Sausage" and Roy asked:

"Are you ready?"

"I……"

Ma Hong hesitated, his heart still struggling fiercely.

Abandoning one's original intention, breaking one's oath, abandoning one's faith, and transforming from an FBI agent into an executioner, this kind of mental transformation is not something that everyone can do easily.

Roy once struggled...

The character of Roy at that time was played by Gordon Fury.

Roy did it for his family.

Now it's Mahone's turn.

Roy pulled out an M1911 pistol from the holster under his left armpit, installed a silencer on it, and handed it to Mahone.

He then pulled out a similar M1911 pistol from his right armpit and also installed a silencer on it.

Ma Hong took the pistol and swallowed.

He looked down at the red neck that was whining, then slowly turned his head to look at Roy and asked:
"Why do you have to use a gun? If you strangle him, there will be no bleeding, which will save a lot of trouble. Or you can use a dagger..."

Roy said:

"Wait a minute, and you'll know."

Ma Hong: “…”

"Oh, by the way, you stand on the trunk."

Mahone looked at Roy with confusion.

"Get up!"

Roy pushed Mahone into the trunk of the car and Mahone stood up.

Roy looked at Ma Hong's height and nodded:

"Close-range shooting can easily penetrate the opponent's body, which in turn will damage the plastic film and the blood will seep into the soil, making it more difficult to deal with.

Installing a silencer on the muzzle of a gun will cause a loss of kinetic energy when the bullet leaves the gun. Now that you are standing higher, there is some distance between the muzzle and the target, so the bullet will not penetrate the body.

I remind you, don't shoot the head, the abdomen and chest are fine."

Ma Hong: “…”

(End of this chapter)