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Chapter 46: So that's what the golden finger is! (Please read it again on Tuesday!)
Although resistance attributes can be actively increased through Roy's actions, physical fitness attributes and some proficiency attributes cannot.

Roy has tasted it many times.

Doing push-ups, sit-ups, weighted squats, or even aerobics at home won’t cause a buzz to go off in your head.

This means that active training is useless.

He had practiced at the bureau's shooting range.

He tried pistols, shotguns, rifles, and sniper rifles, but no warning sound was heard.

I have also sparred with colleagues in the ring.

Fighting proficiency has never increased.

All the increased physical fitness attributes and proficiency attributes are generated when he encounters danger, is in the process of arresting, or after killing others.

There is also an upper limit to the growth of each attribute. For example, if you use a dagger multiple times in the same scene, your proficiency will not increase after a few times. When you encounter danger again after a few days, you can use the dagger and your proficiency will increase again.

However, among all the "ongoing tenses", none of them has increased as much, as comprehensively, or as specifically as that "special case".

That is, the shell cannon...

I have to find more people to exercise with in the future.

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Seeing Roy's strange expression, Jonathan asked:

"Roy, are you okay?"

Roy, who was immersed in the sound of his growing resistance, stopped when he heard Jonathan's voice.

"Ah! Nothing..." After a moment of contemplation, Roy continued to say to Jonathan, "You didn't have to pull me just now. I could have shot her directly."

Hearing Roy's words, Jonathan felt a little guilty. At the critical moment just now, he didn't think too much and even forgot that Roy was once 1 against 15 and only suffered minor skin injuries.

He just wanted to protect Roy.

After all, it's because of his poor psychological quality, otherwise he wouldn't have been in the police force for 18 years. He is 41 years old and still an unknown patrolman. If he didn't have enough experience and worked in the Brooklyn Police Department for 18 years, he wouldn't even have the position of deputy captain.

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(P.S. A few days ago, I discovered a small problem after being reminded by a careful reader, so I changed Jonathan's identity when he appeared in the first chapter, changing the detective to a patrolman. Here I would like to remind the readers who collected this book early!)

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He can only be described as mediocre. In fact, Jonathan's current situation is just a microcosm of an ordinary patrolman in the New York Police Department.

Ninety-nine percent of patrol officers will hardly ever get ahead in their lives. You should know that in 2000, the New York Police Department had 36227 regular police officers alone, not including auxiliary personnel and school security personnel. If all are added up, the New York Police Department has a total of more than 4 people.

There are many people who work as ordinary patrol police until retirement.

Jonathan shook his head helplessly, sneered, and laughed at himself.

Roy naturally understood what Jonathan was thinking, and he also understood that Jonathan was worried about his own safety and was even willing to risk his own life to block the knife.

He was just too worried about himself and forgot about his shooting skills and reaction speed.

that's it.

Roy applied pressure to Jonathan's wound until the ambulance arrived.

Irina saw the whole process.

She smiled knowingly and thought: Roy, I've decided on you.

Back in the apartment living room, Irina opened the curtains a little, looked at the Brooklyn Branch building across the street, and whispered:
"Gordon, you're not going to blame me, are you?"

After saying this, Irina smiled, and no one knew what was going on in her mind.

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Roy, wearing flowery shorts, personally sent Jonathan to the ambulance. After watching the ambulance leave, he turned around and returned to the apartment building and to his own apartment.

He said to Irina, who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed and smoking, "I'm going to the hospital." Irina naturally understood that Roy was ordering her to leave.

"Okay, remember to think of me. Don't forget, I am your nominal creditor now."

After putting out the cigarette, Irina stood up and the two hugged and kissed deeply.

About fifteen minutes later...

The Ford SUV and Lamborghini drove out of the underground parking lot one after another and headed in different directions.

By the time Roy arrived at the hospital, Jonathan had already sutured his wound.

The doctor told Roy that Jonathan's injury was not serious. Although the kitchen knife penetrated 4 centimeters under the skin, it only cut off two blood vessels. He just needed to rest for a while and he would recover. It would not have any effect on his body.

After listening to the doctor's explanation, Roy was completely relieved. As soon as he walked out of the doctor's office, he collided head-on with Officer Jerry.

boom--

[Head hit: Bone hardness +1]

Roy: "..."

If physical attributes could also be increased subjectively, Roy would want to run to the fire escape right now and bang his head against the concrete wall.

As the bone hardness increases, isn't it only a matter of time before it breaks through the concrete wall and breaks the steel bars? Unfortunately...

Officer Jerry rubbed his forehead and said:
"The dispatcher just notified you to return to the bureau."

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

He guessed it was Gordon, and he also guessed it was because of Irina.

On the way back to the Brooklyn police station, Roy began to think about how to deal with the suspicious Gordon.

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Inside the director's office.

Roy sat down opposite Gordon.

Gordon came up and first showed concern:
"I know everything that just happened at Lance's apartment. How's Jonathan? Are you okay?"

"Jonathan was stabbed. The doctor has treated his wound. He just needs to rest for a while. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Chief."

"During my vacation, I handled another scene..."

Gordon shook his head slightly, a look of disbelief on his face.

He continued:
"I read the reports of other police officers, and they handled the situation well, reasonably, legally, and in accordance with regulations. Roy, you are the first person I have seen in all these years who was put on administrative leave while on administrative leave.

Tell me, how many days do you want to take off this time?"

"I...I haven't thought about it..."

Roy shook his head helplessly. He just happened to catch up with him.

What can be done?
That's how good my luck is.

Gordon did not ask about his relationship with Irina right away, as that would have seemed too deliberate and purposeful, and would have made Roy defensive and resistant. Instead, he approached the issue step by step, caring about Roy and the safety of his subordinates, and slowly leading him to the questions he really wanted to ask.

Gordon handed Roy a cigarette.

The two of them lit up one after another.

Smoke enters the lungs and a warning sound sounds:

[Currently smoking: Hypertension resistance +1]

Gordon dusted off his cigarette ashes and said:
"Just now when I went to the office lobby, I heard my colleagues talking about you. They said that when they were on a mission, they saw you hiding a supermodel at home."

As he said this, Gordon stared at Roy's micro-expressions.

Are you coming?
Finally getting to the point...

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(End of this chapter)