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Chapter 5 Relaxation

Chapter 5 Relaxation
Send Ivanka away.

Roy drove his pickup truck to the Hudson River in the suburbs.

This place was very remote and was a place he had visited before.

Stop the car.

Roy took out a metal bucket from the trunk.

Pour in a small amount of gasoline.

ignite.

Put on dissecting gloves.

He threw in the poor dead man's driver's license.

The gasoline in the barrel was disturbed and flames suddenly jumped up.

Roy flipped open the dead man's police badge, took off the metal part, threw it into the Hudson River, and then threw the leather part into the fire barrel.

After burning everything that could be burned, he began to dismantle Lyman Bright's pistol, disassembling all the parts including the bullets and throwing them to different locations in the river.

Do it all.

Roy cleaned up all traces of the car.

Finally, he used a wooden stick to hold the accelerator and the pickup truck rushed into the river.

Hike through a wooded area.

Roy lifted the camouflage sheet from the grass.

A Ford SUV suddenly appeared.

Put away the tarpaulin and put it in the trunk.

Roy got in the car and returned to the city.

on the way back.

Roy tried to call the system:

"system?"

no response.

"Open the properties panel!"

Still no response.

"Check out my properties panel!"

Still no response.

"panel?"

Nothing happened.

Roy was speechless.

It turns out that this cheat code only adds various weird attributes and has no panel?

Only now did Roy have time to study his golden finger.

But, nothing was found.

No panel.

There is no property bar.

Just a strange beep.

However, when he was swinging the sledgehammer to increase his strength, Roy clearly remembered that he did feel subtle changes in his body. His strength did increase, but not much.

This golden finger will have to be savored slowly in the future.

As it stands now, it can only increase attributes.

And the added attributes are very strange.

Isn’t fierce a description?

How can this thing still be +1?

I have driven so many cars, why don't my driving skills attributes increase?
With these doubts, Roy returned to Brooklyn.

I looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning.

Roy drove the SUV onto a side road.

Both sides of the auxiliary road were filled with all kinds of garbage, second-hand needles and syringes were everywhere, and the smell of urine was overwhelming.

After parking the car, Roy took out his cell phone and sent a message.

Less than five minutes.

A dark figure appeared near the SUV.

The dark figure opened the door and got into the car.

"Boss, what do you want from me so late at night?"

The man who got in the car was named Oscar, of Hispanic descent, 21 years old, a social vagrant, a gang member, and also Roy's younger brother, so he could barely be considered an informant.

When he first started working, Roy caught this guy twice. He first beat him up, then gave him some benefits, and then used all kinds of threats and inducements to make Oscar obey Roy's words. He would come to Roy at any time and any place as long as there was a message.

Roy handed the split ruby to Oscar:

"Help me get this ruby."

What he handed to Oscar was just a ruby. As for the rest of the necklace, he had thrown it into the Hudson River when he was dealing with the items just now.

Oscar took the ruby and his eyes widened:

"Boss, it's this big?"

"Go."

Roy didn't waste any words on his younger brother. He had a natural sense of oppression towards these hooligans and gang members, so he had to have the necessary indifference and sense of boundaries.

"Don't worry, boss!"

Oscar pushed the door open and got out.

Roy rolled down the window: "Where's your sister?"

"Ah, she's at work today, she should be at ShowGirls."

The ShowGirls mentioned by Oscar is a strip club, which is a well-known midnight relaxation venue in the United States, commonly known as a strip club.

Oscar's sister is the mainstay of this club. Isabella, 20, is also of Spanish descent. She is not only beautiful, but also has an impressive figure. Her dancing skills are also well-known in Brooklyn.

have to say.

Spain is an amazing country.

Good cars gather all over the world.

The quality of the cars is also good.

There was a lot going on tonight, and Roy ran a long distance for a long time.

The car needs repairing.

As for the car repair costs?
Roy never paid.

No one dared to ask him for it.

After all, he was someone who had been on administrative leave once.

In these two blocks, the face you deserve will definitely be there.

Friends who often get their cars repaired know that when there is a problem with the vehicle, you go to get it repaired, and when it is repaired, you will think that the repair fee is too expensive and not worth it, and you will regret it after it is done, and then you can't help but go again.

quickly,

The SUV driven by Roy stopped in the parking lot outside ShowGirls.

As you enter the club, your nose is hit by a strong smell of marijuana mixed with various pungent perfumes.

Explosive music and gorgeous lights.

The hotly dressed strippers posed on the stage, performing all kinds of seductive moves.

The strippers in this club are mainly from Eastern Europe, with a small number of Latinos among them.

As soon as I walked in the door.

Roy was recognized by the thugs watching the scene.

The gangster came forward and said, "You are here, boss. Come this way."

The gangster took Roy to a booth and immediately summoned a waiter in a bunny girl costume.

The bunny girl bowed and said, "Boss, what would you like to drink?"

"I have wine in stock."

Roy handed over a card.

"Okay, boss. Please wait a moment."

The bunny girl took the card and went to get the wine.

The bald thug said flatteringly: "Boss, who are you looking for today?"

"Isabella."

Hearing the name, the bald gangster was stunned.

Roy took out a cigarette: "What?"

The bald thug immediately stepped forward and lit up the cigarette: "No...it's okay, I'll go call her..."

After a while,

The bunny girl brought out the whiskey that Roy had stored here.

"Ice please?"

Roy nodded.

The bunny girl poured Roy a fifth of a pure drink with ice.

Roy picked up the glass and drank it all.

Then he took a long puff of his cigarette.

My nerves, which had been tense all this time, finally relaxed completely at this moment.

[Drinking: Alcohol resistance +1]

[Currently smoking: Nicotine resistance +1]

Roy: "???"

Take another deep breath.

The feeling of nicotine entering the body has become much weaker.

Hey!
Keep sucking.

The reminder tone no longer sounds.

The added attributes of this fucking thing are getting weirder and weirder.

While Roy was still trying to increase his attributes, Isabella, wearing a bigani, sat down next to Roy and immediately apologized: "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. The customer over there was a bit difficult."

The bald gangster also showed an embarrassed expression on his face.

Roy handed over a twenty-dollar tip.

The gangster took the tip and left tactfully.

Isabella also poured one-fifth of the drink and drank it in one gulp.

"What's wrong?" Roy asked.

Isabella smoothed her hair and said, "I met some perverts."

The voice just fell,

Roy noticed that a table of guests in the distance had an argument with the bald thug and started pushing each other.

"Is that the redneck at that table?"

Isabella followed Roy's gaze and nodded immediately:

"Yes, a member of the motorcycle gang."

at the same time,