Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 41 Disturbing the public? The police are knocking on the door!

Seeing that it was Irina, Roy put the gun back into the potted plant and hid it. Wearing large flowered shorts and with his upper body naked, Roy opened the door.

"Hi!"

Irina waved to Roy.

Roy: "..."

Looking at Irina's outfit today, Roy's brother immediately became excited. Faintly, a burning sensation began to spread throughout his body.

"What? You don't welcome me?"

"No...no, come in."

Irina cast her eyes seductively, twisted her hips, walked like a cat, and her pointed heels made a "tapping" sound when they touched the floor. Even a monk who was ascetic and devoted to vegetarianism would not be able to resist this kind of extreme charm.

Today, Irina was wearing a black short shaping suit with only a piece of cloth wrapped inside the jacket. The white bra set off the pair of snow-white, half-covered breasts that seemed about to burst out. As the jacket was not buttoned, the huge diamond inlaid on the beautiful navel reflected colorful light.

The lower body is a hip-length miniskirt that matches the jacket. The thin black stockings on her legs are covered with tiny sequins. Her beautiful legs are tapered and straight without any bends. The five-centimeter Givenchy high heels wrap around her size 38 beautiful feet.

For European and American women who are 177 cm tall, a size 38 foot is considered relatively small.

Roy noticed the bag on Irina's arm. It was a classic Hermès model, very large and extremely expensive.

After entering the house, Irina did not take off her high heels, because only in this way can she highlight the perfect curves and noble temperament of a woman.

She put her Hermès bag on the sofa and smiled back.

Roy: "..."

"Why don't you close the door?" Irina asked softly.

Roy, wearing flowery shorts, closed the apartment door.

Irina walked in front of Roy with a cat-like step. She hooked the rubber band on Roy's shorts with her fingers, and with a "snap", the rubber band broke onto his belly.

"Is it convenient for you to take a look?"

"random."

Coming to the potted plant, Irina touched the leaves with her hand. She saw the pistol hidden in the potted plant out of the corner of her eye and smiled knowingly.

Then she entered the bedroom.

"The house is okay, suitable for one person to live in." Irina said as she walked.

Walking out of the bedroom and coming to the living room window, Irina opened a gap in front of the window and looked across. She continued:

“The Brooklyn branch is right across the street, which is quite convenient.”

After the words fell, Irina sat on the sofa:

"Give it to me."

Roy stepped forward and handed the Hermès bag to Irina. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, took out a cigarette, and asked:

"you do not mind?"

"It's okay, I'm smoking here too."

Roy picked up a Marlboro on the coffee table and lit one.

[Currently smoking: Lung cancer resistance +1]

[Currently smoking: Cerebral thrombosis resistance +1]

"Are you surprised that I came to your house to find you?"

The smoke enters the lungs and is slowly exhaled. The fiery red lips appear so alluring against the backdrop of the curling smoke.

“It’s a little different.”

Roy comforted his brother a little.

"Alas, your branch suddenly cancelled the cooperation with my clinic. I miss you, so I can only come to your house to find you."

My goodness, if you want to find me, can’t you just call Hilton and make an appointment?
Irina must have come here on purpose.

Such words could not fool the cunning Roy at all.

But it’s good to come. Even if Irina doesn’t come to see Roy tonight, he plans to go to see Irina tomorrow.

When interrogating Mahone, Royce thought about it and decided that Irina was the only one who could help him at the IRS.

Roy dusted off his cigarette ashes, moved closer to Irina, stretched out his right hand, hugged her slender waist, and asked:

"How much do you think?"

"I really want to."

[Favored by Irina: Charm +1]

Irina blew a puff of smoke into Roy's face.

She stared into Roy's eyes with a charming look: "Is it inconvenient for you to come to your house?"

"No, I'm single and live alone."

"Then I won't leave tonight."

"No problem! Oh, by the way, there is a security guard downstairs. You need an access card to enter the door and use the elevator. How did you get up here?" Irina said with a smile:

"Will the security guard stop a woman driving a Lamborghini? As for coming up, just give a 100 yuan tip."

Roy nodded thoughtfully.

It's said to be a high-end apartment, and the security guards are armed, but it seems that they are of no use. If the motorcycle gangs come to bribe the security guards one day, then we'll be in trouble.

Roy decided to go to the gun store tomorrow to buy some big guns.

For example: sprayer!
Irina habitually tapped Roy's nose with her finger:
"Let's do something more exciting today."

Roy: "..."

Irina took out a police stun baton from her Hermès bag.

She pulled the two ends apart, and the length of the police electric baton increased three times. She pressed the button, and the head of the electric baton made a crackling sound.

"This is?"

Roy was a little confused.

Irina put the electric baton in Roy's hand. She took off her coat, revealing her bra. She puffed out her chest with a faint smile on her face.

Now Roy finally understood that Irina was not just a pervert, she was already terminally ill. Simple and ordinary beatings could no longer satisfy her desire for pain hidden deep in her heart. She was definitely terminally ill.

Speechless, so fucking speechless.

This crazy woman.

Collecting money to do things is a matter of course.

[Ferocious +1]

late at night.

Screams continued to be heard from the apartment.

If you like being electrocuted, there's really nothing I can do about it.

However, Roy's apartment was not very soundproof.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door.

After stopping the electric shock, Roy poked his head out of the bedroom and looked towards the door.

Irina also shut up and retracted her voice.

"New York police!"

There was a shout from outside the door.

"police?"

Roy turned around and looked at Irina, who was still unsatisfied.

dong dong dong-

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Brooklyn Precinct, please open the door."

Roy: "..."

This is disturbing the neighbors. Someone called the police.

But you can't blame the person who called the police.

The scream was indeed quite scary. If you didn't know what was going on in the house, anyone would think someone was killing someone.

Roy put on his flowery shorts and walked out of the bedroom.

This instantly reminded him of the police call a few days ago.

It was the police who knocked on the door again, and then they shot and killed the homeowner and his family.

The whole family was wiped out.

But, even so.

Roy still took out the pistol from the potted plant.

God knows if the person outside is pretending to be someone else.

What if it’s a motorcycle gang? Wouldn’t that be useless?

Roy has a hang, but he can't withstand bullets.

dong dong dong-

"Please open the door, we are the police!"

Like before, Roy picked up the bulletproof vest draped over the sofa, gently pressed it against the door, and then looked out through the peephole...

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(End of this chapter)