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Chapter 96 Accident
Six gunshots were followed by four more.

bang bang bang-

Rumbling--

The thunder continues.

The ten consecutive gunshots were drowned out by the huge thunder.

After a while...

The thunder passed.

The gunfire also stopped.

Bill was shot three times and fell into a coma on the spot.

The woman was shot three times and died instantly.

Kane was shot four times and lay on his back, spitting blood. He pointed at Roy with a trembling hand, his eyes full of resentment and resentment:
"you……"

"what!"

A desperate death.

His eyes were open until he died.

Ma Hong took out his asthma spray and took a few deep breaths.

Roy walked in front of Mahone, put Bill's pistol in Bill's hand, and bent his fingers into a gun-holding shape.

Taking Kane's pistol from Mahone, Roy squatted in front of Kane's body and placed Kane's pistol in Kane's hand, also making his hand look like he was holding a gun.

After doing this, Roy checked the vital signs of the three people one by one to confirm that they were dead.

Turning back to look at Ma Hong, he said:
"Let's clean up the scene..."

Ma Hong, who had just killed Kane, was shaking his hands at this moment.

There is really no turning back this time.

Afterwards, Mahone began to cooperate with Roy to clean up all external traces at the scene, including the slight marks left by the hard shoe covers.

After going downstairs, clean the stairs.

Backtrack to the kitchen, cleaning up any traces along the way.

Coming to the security alarm, Roy reset it and erased all internal records.

Everything was done. The two walked out the back door, closed the door, put on raincoats, picked up the plastic sheet on the ground, walked away quickly, and returned to the car.

Ma Hong quickly lit a cigarette and started smoking.

How could I not be nervous when it was my first time breaking into a house?

Roy also lit one, and the smoke filled his lungs.

[Currently smoking: Lung capacity +1]

Starting the Chevrolet engine, the two drove away from the scene and disappeared into the dark rainy night in a short while.

……

Not far away, an all-black Kawasaki ZZR1100 motorcycle modified with a silent exhaust appeared in the shadows of the rainy night.

Sitting on the ZZR1100 was a man wearing a full black motorcycle helmet, a full set of tight black rainproof leather jacket, and a slightly bulging chest.

Raindrops slid down the man's helmet. Looking at the Chevrolet sedan disappearing in the rainy night, the man lightly pressed the side of his helmet and said:

"Mission failed. Someone entered the target's home first."

"Evacuate immediately..."

"Yes……"

Squeeze the clutch, shift gears, twist the throttle, and the Kawasaki ZZR1100 also disappears in the rainy night.

……

On the way, Roy and Mahone took off their hoods one after another.

Ma Hong turned his head to look at Roy and said:
“Is this how all street sweepers work?”

Roy replied:

"Disguising the scene is an essential skill for a scavenger."

"Does it count if you put the blame on someone else?"

"You mean Bill?"

"Yes, is Rashid Garrett, who is wanted by the FBI, in your hands? Was the semen in the victim's body found by you in the murder of a Russian woman?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask..."

Ma Hong: “…”

Roy stepped on the accelerator to two-thirds of the speed, and the Chevrolet sedan drove straight towards the suburbs.

About forty minutes later, the car stopped by the Hudson River.

"Put on your raincoat and get out of the car."

Roy and Mahone got out of the car and began to clean up the traces inside. After cleaning up all the remaining traces, Roy used a wooden stick to hold the accelerator, and the Chevrolet sedan rushed into the river.

Mahone followed Roy quickly through a small forest and found the Ford SUV that had been placed there in advance in another forest.

They lifted the tarpaulin and quickly put the items in the trunk. They put the gloves, hoods and other related items they wore during the crime into a backpack. The Ford SUV returned to the main road and returned to the city.

On the way, Roy took out a large bundle of US dollars and handed it to Mahone:
"A total of fifty thousand dollars, this time's reward."

Ma Hong took it and looked at it. There were exactly five small bundles.

"Didn't they say that each treatment costs 1 to 3 yuan? Why is it 5 yuan?"

Roy turned to look at Ma Hong and said:
"This time, you participated in the murder. The extra money is your reward for the murder. Normally, scavengers do not participate in the murder."

Ma Hong: “…”

"Ma Hong, you did a good job. You not only have the talent to be a scavenger, but also the talent to be a killer. You understood my intention very quickly."

Ma Hong: “…”

"In just a few days, you made $15. How's that? Isn't that more than what you can earn working for the Federation?"

Ma Hong nodded: "Indeed..."

"Do your best and you won't be short of money."

Thirty minutes later...

As the vehicle entered Brooklyn, Roy suggested:
"Have a few drinks to celebrate the end of the crisis?"

Ma Hong said nothing, just nodded.

Roy drove the Ford SUV towards the ShowGirl strip club.

It is Roy's habit to kill someone and then kill him.

Go to ShowGirl for a drink and pick up Isabella.

Soon, the SUV drove into the alley where the club was located.

Roy had just parked the car when Mahone's cell phone rang.

Roy checked the time. It was 3 a.m. If someone called Ma Hong at this time, it could only be an emergency.

Ma Hong took out his cell phone and took a look.

The caller was Klein, the head of the FBI in New York.

Mahone turned and looked at Roy.

Roy nodded.

Ma Hong pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear:

"Director, it's so late..."

"Ma Hong, something happened, where are you?"

"I'm with my friends."

"Listen, you must return to the police station immediately and take your men to 3378 Laurelton, Queens."

When Mahone heard No. 3378, Laurelton Community, he opened his eyes wide and turned to look at Roy, a look of shock instantly written on his face.

Roy was closer and heard what came out of the receiver, then frowned slightly.

3378 Laurelton Community is Kane's address.

"It was discovered so soon? That's impossible."

Roy began to think, according to speculation, Kane's body would not be discovered until the next day at the earliest, and even two or three days later would be normal.

how come?
Ma Hong said to the phone:

"Chief, what happened?"

"A murder occurred at 3378 Laurelton Community. Kane Gibery, deputy chief of the Special Investigations Division of the NYPD, died at home. The bodies of his wife and one of his men were also found at the scene.

We at the FBI will form a joint investigation team with the NYPD Queens Police Department's Major Crimes Unit. The other teams are all busy with important cases, and your team is relatively idle at the moment, so this case will be handed over to you.

By the way, this police officer murder case is somewhat special, and no one is allowed to disclose any information to the media, understand?"

Mahone responded, "I understand, Chief."

"That's it. You take people to the scene first. The NYPD Queens Police Department has already cordoned off the scene."

"Roger that!"

The phone hangs up...

Mahone and Roy looked at each other.

Obviously, neither of them expected it to happen so quickly.

After a little thought, Roy said:

"You should go to the scene first. This matter is very strange. Normally, it shouldn't be discovered so quickly. I will wait for your call at home..."

"OK!"

soon……

Mahone arrived at the scene with a team of FBI agents.

When he entered the room, Ma Hong was stunned...

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)