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Chapter 65: Explosive! New information: 100 million!
Roy looked at Mahone without saying anything. After the two looked at each other for three seconds, he turned around and chased in the direction Hector fled.

Ma Hong looked at Roy's back and murmured in a low voice:
"Damn bikers, I'll make you pay."

After saying that, he turned and ran towards another alley.

During the pursuit, a reminder sound occasionally sounded in Roy's mind:
[Fast Run: Speed ​​+1]

[Fly over obstacles: Bounce +1]

[High Difficulty Leap: Parkour +1]

[Rapid acceleration: explosive power +1]

[Weighted Rush: Physical Strength +1]

[High physical energy consumption: Endurance +1]

[Found a clue: Insight +1]

Following the bloodstains on the ground and walls, Roy arrived at another abandoned warehouse.

From the outside, it looks like this place is in a dilapidated state. The glass high up on the outer wall of the warehouse is almost all broken, and the warehouse door is half open. It seems that this is a warehouse that has been abandoned for a long time.

On the main door, there is Hector's poisonous blood left.

Roy held the shotgun in both hands and shone the strong flashlight at the muzzle into the warehouse. Ten meters away from the warehouse door, there was a small pool of fresh blood on the ground.

Roy quickly slipped in and looked around vigilantly.

Sudden……

A revolver flashing with silver light suddenly appeared behind a concrete pillar. The muzzle was pointed in the direction where the strong light came from, and it fired three shots in rapid succession.

bang bang bang-

Roy reacted quickly and immediately dodged behind the concrete pillar next to him. The bullet hit the concrete pillar, breaking off several pieces of concrete residue.

[Ultimate Dodge: Dodge +1]

[Quick Reaction: Reaction +1]

"What a haunting policeman! Is it necessary to fight so hard?" Hector's voice came from behind the concrete pillar.

"You really want to kill me, don't you? I'm here now."

Hearing this, Hector was stunned, panting and asked loudly:

"Kill you? Who are you?"

"Brooklyn Police Department, Roy..."

"It's you! Since you came to my door on your own initiative, don't blame me!" As he said that, Hector flashed and aimed at the concrete pillar where Roy was and fired two more shots.

bang bang-

The remains of the cement pillars were splattered everywhere.

Roy counted silently in his mind: 5...

Immediately, he stuck out half of his head, revealing a level 3 helmet.

boom--

The bullet hit Roy right in the head.

The protective ability of the level 3 helmet is not to be underestimated. It is impossible for the small revolver in Hector's hand to penetrate it. The bullet hit the helmet, and the impact force caused Roy's head to tilt back slightly.

[Shot in the head: Bone hardness +1]

The other party had used up all six bullets, and Roy would not give Hector a chance to reload. He just quickly dodged, holding a shotgun, and walked straight to the concrete pillar ten meters away.

boom--

The single-headed bullet hit the concrete pillar where Hector was dodging. The huge impact force directly created a ten-centimeter gap in the concrete pillar, and the concrete residue flew everywhere.

click-

Pull the grip and the bullet is loaded.

boom--

Hit the concrete pillar again.

click-

boom--

Hector, who was loading bullets, was thrown into confusion by the powerful pressure from the shotgun. In addition, the flying cement debris made his hands tremble, and the bullets fell to the ground one after another.

boom--

boom--

After six sprays, Roy was less than half a meter away from the concrete pillar.

Hector's eyes were filled with resentment, and he collapsed to the ground with his back against the concrete pillar.

Roy dodged and aimed at Hector's head. The strong light shone on Hector's pale face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. Hector was panting heavily, his face was pale and bloodless, and his ears and shoulders were still oozing out red poisonous blood.

Roy kicked the revolver away.

"Officer Roy, I think...we can talk."

Roy narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

When he first entered the warehouse, Roy took a quick look inside. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere. It was obvious that the place had been abandoned for a long time. He was not worried that there were other people here.

When he escaped, Hector had only one younger brother with him.

They had separated at the fork in the road just now, which meant that now there were only Roy and Hector in the warehouse.

"No matter what grudges we had before, I think... they can all be resolved with money. As long as you let me go, I am willing to give you all my money, 100 million US dollars. What do you think?"

"With your salary as a police officer, it will probably take you 20 years to earn that much. I will not pursue the matter of Hercule and Herato any further. From now on, my motorcycle gang can still pay you protection money..."

Although he was in a desperate situation, Hector's words were still full of pretense. He believed that there was nothing that could not be solved with money.

$100?
this is not bad.

As for paying protection money?

Forget it.

Those motorcycle bastards have no credibility at all.

Roy didn't buy it, but he was very interested in the $100 million. He asked coldly, "Tell me, where is the $100 million?"

"As long as you promise to let me go, I will take you there immediately."

Hector still has some brains.

Roy raised his 45-yard kick and kicked Hector in the face. The sudden kick made Hector a little dazed.

"I'll let you go, fine, but you have to tell me where the money is. I can go get it myself, you don't need to take me there. You want to play tricks on me? Who do you think you are? Do you have any bargaining chips to negotiate with me?"

As he said that, Roy turned the spray gun back, walked forward, grabbed Hector by the collar, and punched him in the nose.

In an instant, the bridge of his nose collapsed and two front teeth were broken.

Hector had blood piercing his nose and eyes.

“No… stop hitting me… stop hitting me…”

"I'll let you go if you tell me so. I swear to God..."

[Lying: Lying ability +1]

Hector panted and looked up at the man wearing a fully covered helmet. He spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood and said:
"I want to hear your oath again and see your face."

"As long as you tell me where the 100 million is, I will let you go." Roy lifted the visor of his helmet, "I swear to God..."

[Lying: Lying ability +1]

"I hope you don't lie to God, or you'll go to hell. My money... is in the church in Laken. It's under the floor on the priest's side of the confessional."

With his eyes narrowed, Roy recalled the information about Hector's family that he had looked up in the bureau before. He had the impression that his father lived in that town church.

"Your father Franz lives there."

Hector suddenly looked up at Roy, his eyes revealing confusion. He was a little panicked, and what he was thinking was, have you been there?
Roy continued:

"Does your father know where you keep your money?"

"He...he knows that he has always been the one keeping the money for me."

"You are lying!"

Snapped--

A powerful backhand slap directly knocked out one of Hector's teeth.

Roy took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, lit two cigarettes, took two long puffs, and said with a gloomy and fierce look on his face:
"I went to see your father, and he knew nothing, Hector. How dare you lie to me at this time?"

"I...I didn't...I didn't..."

Before Hector could finish his words, Roy grabbed Hector's cheek with one hand and accurately inserted two burning cigarette butts into Hector's nostrils with the other hand.

tear-

A piercing pain spread to Hector's brain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Hector screamed madly as his nasal cavity was in severe pain.

He reached up and tried to pull the cigarette butt out of his nostril.

But they were all stopped by Roy.

Kicked Hector to the ground:
"Come, I'll light a sky lantern for you..."

(End of this chapter)