Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 90: Keep a third hand when doing things, so you won’t be afraid of betrayal in the future
Standing on the trunk of the car, holding an M1911 in his hand, Ma Hong's mind was blank. He stared stupidly at the man lying in the sausage skin with a dull look.

This is obviously a fierce inner struggle.

Roy didn't rush him.

Roy was like that at the time.

After hesitating for a long time...

Mahone's mind began to flash back intermittently to the happier times in the past when he had lived with Mary and Lindy.

All kinds of memories appeared before Ma Hong's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

What wonderful memories and happy times those were, but all of this was ruined by the motorcycle gang.

If the motorcycle gang had not thrown Molotov cocktails at her house, causing Mary and Lindy to almost die in the fire, Mary would not have divorced him, and would not have taken Lindy across America to faraway Los Angeles.

It's been five years...

I haven't seen them in person for five years.

All the memories are in the photos.

Mahone took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it and looked at the photos of Mary and Lindy inside. Unconsciously, tears rolled down his cheeks.

Oh my god, I am falling...

Lord, will you forgive me for being selfish?

Ma Hong closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket. He gritted his teeth and pointed the gun at the struggling red neck.

At this moment, Redneck's crotch became wet and he peed.

"I'm sorry! Oh my God!!!"

Mahone pulled the slide, released the safety, and pulled the trigger...

ka ka ka-

Ma Hong: “???”

The gun did not fire.

what happened?

Mahone turned and looked at Roy.

"Oh, sorry, I took the wrong gun. There's no bullet in that gun." Roy said with a smile as he walked towards Mahone.

Ma Hong: “…”

Ma Hong pulled out the magazine and took a look...

Got it, he understood everything.

Roy, oh Roy, you are really...

Ma Hong couldn't find words to describe the young man in front of him, who was only 23 years old. This man's mind was so meticulous.

In terms of gun-drawing speed, he knew clearly that he was definitely not as fast as Roy, so Roy was not afraid of the pistol tucked under Mahone's armpit.

Why did Roy take out two identical pistols?

Ma Hong laughed at himself on the spot.

If he used the pistol in his hand to shoot Roy, what terrible consequences would it bring? The gun was loaded with fake bullets that were the same weight as real bullets.

He is protecting himself...

Roy came under Mahone, handed him a magazine, and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, I forgot to change the magazine of this gun when I came out."

Only ghosts believe it...

After handing the magazine filled with real bullets to Mahone, Roy began to retreat, facing Mahone, until he stopped beside the toolbox.

He squatted down, opened the cover of the toolbox, and pressed the recording button of the portable camera hidden in the toolbox.

Through the opening on the front of the toolbox, the camera was able to capture the entire process of Mahone shooting the man.

Roy also tampered with this camera. It can only record images but not sounds, so that Roy can talk to Mahone outside the camera's shooting angle.

"You can start..."

Mahone replaced the magazine, cocked the slide again, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, Roy was staring at Ma Hong's hand movements. As long as the other party made the slightest movement, he would be the first to send Ma Hong to see God.

Mahone slowly raised his pistol.

Gritting his teeth...

Pulled the trigger...biubiubiubiubiu——

Five shots, very quiet.

The man on the ground struggled twice and then stopped moving.

Roy squatted down and pressed the stop recording button.

He came in front of Ma Hong and stretched out his right hand.

Ma Hong turned off the safety and handed the gun over.

Roy shook his head and did not take the gun:
“Welcome to be my fellow traveler.”

Ma Hong, who was standing on a high place, stretched out his hand in surprise and shook hands with Roy.

After shaking hands, Roy dragged Mahone down.

The two of them looked at Red Neck, who was lying on the ground, his body still twitching slightly.

Mahone fired five shots in total, three in the chest and two in the abdomen. He followed Roy's instructions and did not shoot in the head.

Taking the M1911 from Mahone's hand and putting the two guns back into the holsters under his left and right arms, Roy took out another toolbox from the trunk of the car.

Crouching in front of the body, Roy opened the lid of the toolbox.

Various surgical tools came into Ma Hong's sight.

"Scalpel? What are you doing?" Ma Hong asked in astonishment.

Wearing surgical gloves, Roy turned over the body and checked the back and lower body. As expected, the bullet did not penetrate the body.

After putting the body in the correct position, Roy took out a scalpel and hemostatic forceps, and while cutting open the bloody hole on the body, he said to Ma Hong:

"Watch carefully. I will teach you how to remove the bullet from your body."

Hearing this, Ma Hong took a deep breath. It suddenly dawned on him that he completely understood Roy's identity.

Ma Hong was surprised:
"Roy, it turns out that you are a scavenger..."

Roy ignored Mahone's surprise. He held a high-powered flashlight in his mouth, made an incision, and used hemostat to search for the bullet in the victim's body.

"found it!"

With a strong clamp of the hemostat, a deformed bullet was pulled out, and Roy put the bullet into a small iron box.

"Ma Hong, you are a senior FBI agent. You must be more familiar with the murder investigation process than I am. Do you know why the bullet was removed from the body?"

After saying that, Roy stood up and looked at Mahone.

Ma Hong nodded:

"After firing, the bullet rubs against the rifling of the gun barrel, which will produce unique rifling friction marks that belong only to this gun. Through the unique marks, it is possible to trace which gun killed the person. If the suspect's fingerprints are left on the gun, it will become a complete chain of evidence."

"Well, go on..."

"It is also possible to compare the rifling marks with other shootings. If the rifling marks of the bullets in two cases are the same, it can be proved that they were fired with the same gun or even by the same person."

"and then?"

"You remove the bullet now to prevent the body from being found in the future. By then, the police will lose their only evidence."

"Yes, that's right."

"So, you are a police officer during the day and a street cleaner at night."

Roy smiled slightly:
"Ma Hong, as a senior FBI agent, you will be a better cleaner than me. You have much more experience in solving cases than I do. You know how to do it better and make it so that the investigators can't find any evidence."

"I……"

"Okay, the remaining four bullets are now yours. The bullets this time are made of steel and will hardly break when they hit bones. If they were made of copper, it would be more troublesome. Let's get started. This is your first job."

Ma Hong: “…”

Roy took off his bloody gloves, threw them into the metal bucket in the trunk of the car, lit a Marlboro, walked to the other side, took out the camera, and started filming Mahone handling the body.

Keep a few tricks up your sleeve when doing things so that you don't have to worry about betrayal in the future.

Descendants, action blockbuster, murder and corpse destruction.

Ma Hong asked as he dug out the bullets:

"Roy, this reminds me of something..."

"what's up?"

"On the night of May 5, was the Russian woman tortured and murdered? Was that the crime scene you handled?"

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