American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 134 Hush Money (Monthly Ticket Plus)

Waterfuck? How could it be so fast?

If Roy had two more seconds, the lock would have been opened.

Should I force the lock open and get in?

It seems pointless to do this, and it will easily attract the police. It would be better to come here and unlock the door at night when no one is around.

After figuring it out, Roy immediately put away the wire and moved away with Saltana.

Because they were not familiar with the terrain of the meat processing plant, the two came to an unfamiliar corridor.

A man with an expressionless face and a face full of flesh walked towards me.

Mahogany!

This guy actually works here!
Roy felt more and more that there was something wrong with this meat processing plant!
Mahogany, who was walking over, felt that Roy looked familiar for some reason, but because he was wearing a full set of work clothes, he did not recognize Roy.

Roy nudged Saltana with his elbow, and the older sister immediately understood.

"Excuse me, sir! It's our first day at work and we can't find the locker room!"

Mahogany had his tongue cut off and was unable to speak, but he still helped the two men point out the direction of the locker room.

"thank you, sir!"

Saltana pulled Roy away. After walking a few steps, Mahogany suddenly remembered something and immediately chased towards the locker room.

It’s a pity that Roy and Saltana did not stay in the locker room because it was very close to the exit. They went straight through the locker room and left the meat processing plant.

After a quick run, the two men returned to the Chevrolet Camaro and drove away from the meat processing plant before taking off their work clothes.

"Huh! Roy, why didn't you say anything just now?"

"That man just now is the butcher I saw in the subway!"

Saltana was shocked.

"He is the butcher? His injuries have healed after just a few days?"

Saltana knew Roy's fighting ability. If an ordinary person was beaten by Roy, he would have to lie down for at least a few weeks.

"I don't think he's a normal human being anymore!"

Roy still remembered the disgusting tumor and the brand of Beelzebub that he had seen on the butcher Mahogany that night.

This guy may not have completely transformed into a demon like Kevin, but he's not far off.

"Well, at least this proves that there is indeed something wrong with this meat processing plant!"

As long as there is suspicion, the FEA can take action, but it is better to investigate further to avoid the last incident at the mental hospital.

Saltana's career can't afford a second failure.

"Let's investigate further, but Sister Saltana, you can report to Gerald first so he has a clear idea of ​​what's going on."

Saltana nodded.

"I will! Roy, are we going to do this again tonight?"

Continuing to investigate the Joseph Meat Processing Plant might cause some problems. After all, the two men's actions just now had already alerted the enemy.

But Roy doesn't care about these issues. The key is Saltana.

"Sister Saltana, if it doesn't affect you, I can do it again."

Saltana thought about it and felt that since she had just resumed her job, it would be better to be cautious.

"I'd better report to Gerald first. I'll let you know when the time comes."

Saltana made a phone call gesture.

"Shall I take you back to the hotel?"

"No, just take me to the Dolphin Hotel."

Time quickly came to evening. There were more spectators tonight than yesterday. It might be because the reputation of the Santa Monica Cup was completely established.

However, the intensity of the Santa Monica Cup is indeed impressive, as they can even play back-to-back games.

You have to know that professional boxers don’t fight like this, especially those champion-level boxers. They may only fight a few championship matches a year to defend their belts, and they can do whatever they want in the rest of the time.

Then, you can earn hundreds of millions a year.

However, professional boxers also have to keep training, which is also their job.

But compared to those NBA players who have to play 82 games a year and fly back and forth in America, it is indeed much more leisurely.

That's why Roy chose this path.

"Mr. Black, I've already asked. Your opponent tonight is a USC student. He's very skilled, so you need to be careful!"

Since he was going to be Roy's temporary coach, Allen did his job and helped Roy find out tonight's opponent.

Well, this job is better than nothing. Maybe if the opponent is not USC, Allen will not bother to check.

"I understand, Mr. Berg, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

Roy was a little absent-minded, still thinking about the meat processing plant and Mahogany.

Roy didn't come to his senses until the referee started calling his name.

"Next up for the qualifiers are: Roy Black and Blair Perez!"

Roy received considerable cheers when he walked onto the ring, and now more and more people were calling him the Grim Reaper.

After all, a poor guy had his teeth broken by Roy last night and had to start eating liquid food early.

After looking around the ring, Roy waved to Heather, Penny, Saltana and Mary who came to watch the match.

Roy also unexpectedly saw Gerald next to Saltana.

Does the director of the FEA Los Angeles branch have time to watch this amateur boxing match?
Turning around, Roy took a look at today's opponent.

He is still a black man. Due to historical reasons, there are quite a large number of black people in Los Angeles.

In the sports industry, black people have always had an advantage, and most black people who can go to college are admitted through sports.

"I heard you are a student at USC?"

This muscular black man was at least two meters tall and had an extremely long arm span, like a gorilla.

"How did you know?"

"Someone from UCLA told me."

When the black man heard the word UCLA, his expression became a little ugly. He probably guessed what Roy would say next.

"He asked me to teach you a lesson. Are you ready for a beating?"

The referee looked at Roy speechlessly. He was also the referee for the fight between Roy and Evans Dean yesterday.

Yesterday, Roy made Evans Dean lose his mind with his taunts, and today Roy started taunting again.

However, although Blair Perez was a black man, he was obviously much calmer than Evans Dean. Roy's ridicule only made his face darker.

It was night time now, and no one could notice the change.

Roy felt a little bored. If he couldn't provoke his opponent, then wouldn't he be able to continue the performance?

He was about to say a few more sarcastic words, but the referee on the side probably didn't want to see Roy mocking his opponent again, so he hurriedly stated the rules and taboos and directly announced the start of the game.

Blair was cautious and didn't attack immediately. Relying on his better static condition than Roy, he took a step back and began to observe. Even when Roy stood there with his hands on his hips, Blair didn't attack.

This kind of opponent was too boring. The audience immediately started booing Blair. They wanted to continue watching Roy's amazing dodging performance from last night.

Blair was just a college student after all, and his mentality was still a little off. After being booed by the audience, he immediately lost his composure and tentatively attacked Roy.

With his extra-long arms, Blair was able to hit Roy while ensuring that he would not be hit.

Of course, this tentative attack naturally could not hit Roy, which made Blair more cautious.

The scene was very embarrassing!
Just as the referee was about to call a negative game, Roy suddenly spoke.

"Is this all the courage USC students have?"

This stirred up a hornet's nest, because Roy spoke very loudly and many people at the scene heard it.

After all, only a few people can go to USC. Roy's map cannon didn't hit many people, but it made the people at the scene start to make a fuss.

Now Blair can no longer keep it a secret, otherwise if this matter gets out, he will have no chance of staying in USC.

So, Blair took a quick step towards Roy, then adjusted the distance and unleashed a series of punches.

Naturally, this combination of punches still failed to hit Roy.

But Roy was too lazy to continue dodging, as the first round would be over if he continued dodging.

If a qualifying match has to go to the second round, will Roy still be able to maintain his status?

Continuous V-shaped shakes and advances!

Since your arm span is not as good as others, you should get as close to your opponent as possible.

A left hook broke one of Blair's hands. This guy is indeed good at defense and his stance is quite stable.

But then Roy's right straight punch increased its power and hit Blair's defensive fist directly, forcing the opponent to hit him in the cheek with his own fist.

With a snap, Blair's wrist made a crisp sound, and at the same time he was knocked down by his own fist.

The referee immediately called a timeout and arranged for a doctor to examine Blair's wrist.

As expected, Blair suffered a broken wrist.

There was no need for a countdown this time, as the referee directly announced that Roy won by TKO.

Below the ring, the audience once again called Roy the Death God. Although tonight's match was not as spectacular as yesterday's, it was violent enough.

After all, it is relatively rare for a boxer to suffer a broken hand.

Allen was very satisfied with Roy's performance.

"Well done, Mr. Black. I'm sure the UCLA board of trustees will know about your performance tonight. Now go enjoy the fruits of your victory!"

After saying this, Allen left.

Heather and Penny rushed over and jumped on Roy.

Roy easily lifted the two girls with his arms, showing his great strength, which made the audience even more crazy.

Not far away, Mary looked at Heather and Penny with a hint of envy on her face.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Mary felt herself becoming more and more attracted to Roy.

Even when I dream at night, I dream about Roy.

This situation made Mary, who was rather conservative, very shy, and she was too embarrassed to say hello to Roy for the past two days.

Roy carried Heather and Penny away from the competition venue, preparing to return to the hotel to enjoy the fruits of victory.

However, at this time, something ruined the mood.

"Mr. Black, can we talk?"

Gerald led the expressionless Saltana over and interrupted Roy's celebration.

Roy glanced at Saltana, then at Gerald, and finally nodded.

"Sure! You two go back to the hotel and wash up and wait for me! I'll be back soon!"

clap clap!

There were two crisp sounds, the sound of Roy slapping the taillights of Heather and Penny's cars.

"Mr. Black, let's go to my office and talk."

The venue of the Santa Monica Cup is not too far from the Dolphin Hotel, just a five-minute walk away.

Entering the office, Gerald took out the unfinished bottle of whiskey again.

"Would you like a drink, Mr. Black?"

"Forget it, maybe I have something important to do tonight."

Hearing this, Gerald put down the whiskey and the glass.

"You're right! Let's wait until the incident is resolved before drinking this glass of wine."

The three of them sat down and Gerald got down to business.

"Sartana has already told me the details of the subway incident. I'm quite relieved that you were able to find out so much in just one day."

Roy's expression became a little strange. Gerald's tone was too much like a leader's speech. The problem was that he was not an agent of FEA!

"Mr. Olin, please keep your conversation short. I have something urgent to do."

Saltana gave Roy a look, but didn't say anything, letting him figure it out for himself.

"Ahem! You're right, Mr. Black, I really should cut to the chase! The subway incident involves a wide range of issues. If we investigate directly, we might alert those behind the scenes. So, to prevent the situation from escalating, I've decided to stop investigating this incident and wait until the higher-ups have coordinated before continuing."

Roy raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Gerald to make this choice.

There is no way around it. The more we investigate the midnight cannibal train incident, the more we discover how deep the waters behind it are.

That's really like pulling out a carrot and bringing out a towering tree. Gerald definitely doesn't want to gamble with his official hat, it's not worth it!
But judging from Gerald's expression, he seemed to have made other discoveries, so he suspended the investigation.

"Mr. Olin, have you found anything?"

Gerald looked at Saltana. It seemed that it was not Gerald who had made a new discovery, but Saltana.

"I got this from Achina Dimitrescu when I visited her at dusk."

Saltana placed a brass ring on the desk. There was a circular symbol on the brass ring, which was the same Beelzebub mark that Roy had seen on Mahogany before.

"Rings and necklaces with this pattern are widely found in the Los Angeles Police Department. If we continue to investigate, it may provoke a counterattack from the Los Angeles Police Department."

You know, there are nearly 10,000 police officers in Los Angeles. If all of these police officers are infiltrated by demons, it will cause big chaos.

Whether it is FEA or other federal departments, the purpose of their establishment is to maintain federal stability. Gerald naturally dare not act recklessly. He really cannot bear the blame.

"Well, I don't care anyway, as long as Sister Saltana has no objection."

Gerald breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

"By the way, Mr. Black, I have good news. Your intelligence fee has been approved. The total amount is $200,000!"

So many?
Roy immediately realized that such a large sum of money must be used to keep people quiet.

"Ha, Mr. Olin, it's a pleasure working with you!"

(End of this chapter)