American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 158 Why don’t you recover?

The woman beside him is Roy's Achilles' heel, so this time Roy was particularly ruthless, intending to cripple the man in black.

However, these men in black are not good people either. According to the Eye of Judgment, these four guys are all evil people with heinous crimes.

It's similar to those dark web organizations. Ten executions are enough.

The leader of the men in black, who was strangled by Roy, was very scared.

"You, what kind of monster are you?"

"I don't care who I am, you just need to tell me who sent you!"

Roy gradually tightened his grip on the man in black's neck, and the man suddenly felt he couldn't breathe.

At this time, Dalia patted Roy on the shoulder.

"Roy, there are children here!"

Roy looked at Ceci, who was looking at him with fear, as if frightened by the expression on his face.

It was indeed not a good thing for children to see this kind of torture scene, so Roy loosened his grip on the man in black's neck.

"You guys go back to the Dolphin Hotel first and explain the situation here to Gerald Olin. I'll take care of the rest."

Heather and Penny nodded, then dragged the other women straight to the Dolphin Hotel.

A man in black just fired a gun and the sound has spread, so FEA needs to help clean the floor, otherwise there will be some trouble.

After the women left, Roy took the leader of the men in black and left the scene.

"Look into my eyes, who sent you here?"

The dark golden pupils released the shadow of fear. With Roy's current ability, if he released the shadow of fear with all his strength, he could scare people to death.

The man in black was so scared that he wet his pants on the spot.

"The owner of the nearby Black Shark Bar sent me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Roy sneered. Killing people directly was of course impossible, after all, too many people had witnessed this incident, but breaking limbs was still possible.

Throwing the man in black to the ground, Roy crushed his limbs, ensuring that he would never do evil for the rest of his life, and then he walked towards the Black Shark Bar.

The Black Shark Bar is a relatively famous bar on Santa Monica Beach. Roy had seen it while taking a walk before, but had never been in.

Roy actually had no great interest in drinking. He would only have a few drinks for social purposes, such as when Gerald invited him to drink, or at occasions like Sanjeevichi's.

The bar is a mixed environment and is really not suitable for a pure boy like Roy (?).

When they arrived at the door of the Black Shark Bar, two burly men were guarding the door. As soon as they saw Roy's face, they guessed that he was not yet 21 years old.

Roy's face is so young. Although not as young as a certain elementary school basketball player who would be rejected if he went to a bar when he was nearly 30 years old, one can still tell that he is only in his teens.

"Kid, only people over 21 can enter here, you should go home and drink your milk!"

Roy looked at the two security guards with a smile.

"Your boss asked me to come here! If you won't let me in, forget it. I'll go back now."

The two security guards looked at each other and stopped Roy who was about to turn around.

"Wait a minute, you said our boss sent you here? Are you his relative?"

"Of course not. Your boss just sent four men in black to find me and told me to meet him at the bar. Didn't you know?"

The two security guards actually knew about this because the four men in black had just walked out from here, and they had asked them what they were going to do.

However, there was one thing that puzzled the two security guards. The four men in black went to look for Roy, but no one came back.

"Where are Eisen and the others?"

"You want to know? I'll tell you!"

Seeing the two security guards leaning over, Roy threw two punches with incredible swiftness, forcing them to leave work early and rest.

After doing all this, Roy saw a camera and made an international friendly gesture to the camera.

When Roy walked into the Black Shark Bar, he saw many people smoking cigarettes and taking drugs there.

This is also the reason why Roy doesn't like going into bars. He really can't stand these drug addicts and feels disgusted when he sees them.

Roy was too lazy to look for that damn bar owner, so he went straight to the bar and sat down, waiting for the bar owner to come to him.

Before I could even sit down, a sexy middle-aged man wearing big sunglasses and a floral shirt came over late at night with a dozen thugs. These thugs had bulging pockets and were obviously carrying guns.

"Wow! As expected of the 'God of Death' Black! Did you defeat those men I sent out? What a bunch of losers!"

Roy narrowed his eyes and looked at the sexy middle-aged man, knowing that he was the real boss.

"who are you?"

“Vincent Diaz, I’m the owner of this bar and the godfather of the Diaz family!”

Generally speaking, those who claim to be from a certain family are usually Italian gangs, also known as the Mafia.

But it's already 2000, and even Al Capone, who was at the peak of his career in Chicago, couldn't escape the clutches of the IRS. How could this guy still be pretending?
Moreover, after the United States passed the Organized Crime Control Act in 1970, traditional gangs fell into decline. All the mafia members who could be whitewashed were whitewashed and brought ashore, and what remained were some loose black gangs.

Roy suspected that the guy in front of him who claimed to be the godfather of the Diaz family was just of Italian descent, and then he formed a gang and called himself the godfather of the Mafia.

"Oh? So what does Mr. Diaz want to talk to me about?"

Vincent Diaz walked up to Roy with a heartless gait.

"Isn't the Santa Monica Cup quite popular lately? I'd like to organize a bet, and your odds are the lowest, so I'd like to work with you to have a fake match. After the deal is done, I'll give you some money. How about it?"

It turns out he wanted to gamble outside!
The popularity of the Santa Monica Cup attracted the attention of gang members, and various peripheral gambling games came into being.

However, Vincent was obviously not satisfied with that small commission, so he wanted to make a big move.

Because of Roy's outstanding performance these days, his odds are the lowest among all the players, and he has the most outside bets to win. If he loses unexpectedly in the next game, Vincent will definitely make a fortune.

Roy narrowed his eyes and pretended to be moved.

"So how much is Mr. Diaz willing to give me?"

"One hundred thousand US dollars!"

Vincent made an expression that said, "How generous of me!" and twisted his body a few times.

Roy laughed loudly. Vincent thought Roy agreed, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly grab his head and smash it against the bar.

One, two, three...

While smashing, Roy was still cursing.

"You bastard, you only want to spend $100,000 to bribe me? I'm the future boxing champion! You think you can bribe me with such a small amount of money? Why don't you just eat shit? And you dare to threaten my woman! Are you tired of living?"

Roy's sudden attack caught Vincent's men off guard. By the time they reacted, Vincent's face was covered in blood.

"Asshole, why don't you save me!"

Vincent's painful wail woke up his men, and more than a dozen thugs drew their pistols.

"Release our boss immediately!"

Roy turned his head suddenly, and his dark golden pupils were like the eyes of an ancient ferocious beast, instantly making all the thugs feel like their hearts were stopping.

Immediately afterwards, the thugs found that the guns in their hands seemed to have become the things they feared the most, and they were so scared that they threw the guns directly to the ground.

Then, Roy rushed into the team of thugs like a tiger into a flock of sheep, punching and kicking simply without any skills.

But if Roy touches him, the worst that can happen is a fracture.

In just one minute, more than a dozen thugs were knocked to the ground. Vincent, who had just recovered, was stunned. He had never seen anyone so good at fighting, not even the male protagonists in action movies were so exaggerated.

Vincent finally realized that he had kicked a piece of steel, a military-grade special steel.

Roy grabbed Vincent's hair and pulled him to his feet.

"Now, we can talk about the mental damage!"

Vincent: ???

I was being beaten the whole time, so why should I pay for mental damages?

But seeing Roy's fierce eyes, he really didn't dare to say this.

"How many do you want?"

Roy sneered.

"Why don't you recover for a while? I really like your rebellious look just now."

Vincent smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to answer.

"As the future boxing champion, I need at least 10 million in compensation for the emotional damage caused by the shock! If you can't come up with that, I'll tie you to a sandbag and make you practice boxing!"

Vincent's eyes almost popped out. He was just a small gangster boss who ran a bar. How could he come up with 10 million in cash?

"Mr. Black, where do I even have 10 million in cash? Even if I sell this bar, it still wouldn't be enough!"

"Stop talking nonsense. How much money do you have?"

Vincent had a sad face. He knew that he would not be able to escape the heavy bleeding today, and the medical expenses of his men would be another fortune.

Medical expenses in America are quite terrifying. If you don’t have health insurance...

Haha, just ask donuts.

"There's only a little over a million in cash in the bar right now."

"Take me to get it!"

Roy kicked and punched Vincent to lead the way.

The sober guests in the bar were a little surprised by the scene. After all, Vincent was so showy in his daily life. Many people knew him and knew that he was the bar owner and had a gang background.

As a result, such a person was beaten like a sandbag, which really made some people think that they had hallucinations because too many leaves were flying around.

On the second floor of the bar, there is an office that is decorated very luxuriously.

Roy immediately saw the safe behind the desk and then brought Vincent to the front of the safe.

"unlock!"

Vincent opened the safe with a sad face, and sure enough, there were over a million US dollars in it, all in 100-dollar bills.

Roy picked up a black bag and put the money away.

"any left?"

Vincent quickly shook his head, but Roy saw something strange in his eyes and knew that this guy was hiding something.

So Roy threw Vincent onto the desk again.

"You'd better confess, or I'll pull out all your teeth one by one! Do you want to try?"

Everyone knows how painful tooth extraction is. Most people can't stand it without anesthesia.

Seeing that Vincent didn't say anything, Roy picked up a scissor-shaped clip from the table. This should be a cigar cutter usually used to cut cigars, and it can also be used to pull teeth.

Roy was a novice dentist with basically no skills, but he firmly believed that strong force could create miracles, so he pulled out Vincent's front teeth.

That is really painful!
Vincent couldn't bear it on the spot.

"I'm telling you! There's a secret compartment under the table that can be opened!"

Roy knocked Vincent unconscious with a punch. This guy was no longer useful.

Under the desk, Roy did see a piece of wood that looked a little strange, so he used a bloody cigar cutter to pry open the secret compartment.

There were actually a few gold bricks and some white powder in it. These should be Vincent's last assets.

Baifen Roy didn't bother to care and directly put the gold brick into the inventory. It was a good thing.

However, when picking up the gold brick, a badge fell to the ground.

This is……

Roy picked up the badge and immediately recognized it as a membership badge for the dark web.

The dark web organization has always implemented a strict membership system, including the private club outside Austin, where only members can enter.

Vincent actually had a membership badge in his hand. Could it be that there was a dark web branch in Los Angeles?

Well, this is not surprising. It would be strange if there was no dark web in a prosperous city like Los Angeles!

Roy threw the Dark Web badge back and left the Black Shark Bar.

As an honest and good citizen, Roy made a phone call as soon as he walked out of the bar.

"Hello, is that little Roy?"

A teasing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ahem! Sister Elena, how am I small? Didn't you feel it the night before last?"

"Haha, no more jokes! What do you want from me?"

"Sister Elena, I found a bar hiding drugs. There are at least several kilograms of white powder. Are you interested?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly talking about this? Did that bar owner provoke you?"

Elena didn't seem to be very interested in this. After all, more than 80% of the bars across America were poisonous, and the FBI couldn't handle it at all.

The most outrageous thing is that the source of these poisons will eventually be traced back to the CIA. What's the point of catching them?

The FBI will only be interested in big drug lords. Small projects like the Black Shark Bar are generally managed by the Drug Enforcement Administration of the United States (DEA).

"The bar owner wanted me to fix a match and even threatened me with the people around me."

When Elena heard this, she immediately became angry.

"What? He actually wants you to fix the match! Damn it!"

Elena knew that Roy was a promising boxer. If people knew that he had fixed a match, his career would be over.

"Where is that bar? I'll bring people over right away!"

"Sister Elena, I also discovered something. The bar owner is a member of the dark web."

Elena on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before answering Roy.

"So he's a distinguished member of the Dark Web. We must treat him well!"

These words came out of Elena's mouth almost through gritted teeth. This FBI agent has suffered a lot of losses from dark web organizations.

This time in Los Angeles, without the constraints from above, I'm afraid Elena is determined to seek revenge.

Roy told the address of the Black Shark Bar and hung up the phone. He looked up and saw a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

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(End of this chapter)