American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 198 Don’t Let Me See You From Now On
Bartholomew, who was hung up on by Roy, was also gritting his teeth.

At this time, Bartholomew was sitting in an extended Cadillac traveling at high speed, and a young woman was sitting opposite her.

"How dare you reject Amacham's kindness!"

Bartholomew's expression was very ugly, and he adjusted himself after taking a few deep breaths.

Then, Bartholomew looked at the young woman opposite him, who was as emotionless as a piece of wood.

"Drasa, your mission this time is him!"

As he spoke, Bartholomew handed over a photo, which showed Roy's handsome face.

Even though De Lasa was an emotionless professional killer, his eyes couldn't help but be dazed for a moment.

"Ms. Bartholomew, do you want me to kill him?"

"No, you can't kill him! His identity is quite special, at least he can't die now!"

Although Bartholomew was angry, he was still rational. This kind of old-fashioned man would not easily let his emotions affect his judgment.

After all, she is a registered FEA agent. If she dies at Bartholomew's hands, even Armacham will not be able to protect her.

De La Salle lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't care at all about the fate of the person in the photo.

"Then what do I do?"

"I want you to shoot him as a warning. Can you do that?"

"It's a small thing, but this is also a job I do for you, right?"

De La Salle looked up and met Bartholomew's eyes.

"Of course! If you count this one, you'll be free in just a few more jobs, De La Salle. Have you decided what you want to do when you're free?"

Bartholomew looked calm, as if he was chatting with a friend, and De La Salle couldn't see any flaws.

But as a professional killer who has experienced countless life and death situations, De La Salle will not trust anyone easily.

"Maybe open a cafe or something in a small town."

"is it?"

A sudden slam on the brakes almost caused the unprepared Bartholomew to fall into De La Salle's arms.

This made Bartholomew, who was very concerned about her image, quite angry, and she lowered the partition of the cab.

"What happened!"

"Ms. Bartholomew, this is a police raid."

"Then don't you know to slow down earlier?"

The driver had no words to complain about, because it was Bartholomew who had said that he wanted to drive faster, and the police suddenly appeared and stopped the car, probably to collect speeding fines.

By this time the police had come and were knocking on the window.

"Sorry, sir, you were speeding. Please let me register your driver's license information and I'll send you the bill in a few days."

The driver obediently handed over his driver's license and the police quickly made a record.

Bartholomew rolled down his window and asked the police officer.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Just call me Hughes."

That’s right, it’s still our hardworking Sheriff Hughes.

"Are you a police officer in Falls?"

Hughes glanced at Bartholomew and inexplicably felt that the old woman was somewhat hideous.

"Why, are you going to the town to complain about me?"

"No, I just wanted to ask how far away Oak Tree School is in Falls."

Hughes pointed Bartholomew in a direction.

"It'll be another half an hour's drive in that direction."

As he spoke, Hughes had finished taking notes and returned the driver's license to the driver.

Bartholomew also rolled up the car window and instructed the driver.

"Let's not go to Falls Town, let's go directly to Oak School!"

This afternoon, Roy made a rare trip to the boxing club.

Speaking of which, Roy hadn't come to the boxing club in more than a week since returning to school, which made Lambert think that he was about to quit the boxing club.

"Roy, you finally agreed to come to the Ministry?"

Looking at Lambert's resentful eyes, Roy felt a little embarrassed.

As the face of the boxing department, Roy has been away for a whole month, which is really speechless.

Moreover, it is quite excessive that he has not reported to the department for more than a week since returning.

"Sorry, sorry, Coach Lambert, I've been really busy lately."

After complaining a few words, Lambert still let Roy go on the court to stretch his body.

After Roy made the boxing club famous, the popularity of the Oak School boxing club also increased, and many new members joined.

Lambert asked Roy to pick a few opponents for practical guidance.

The job was pretty easy, and Roy didn't even break a sweat after three games.

When it was over, Lambert suddenly pulled Roy aside.

"Roy, I wonder if you'd be interested in competing in the Olympics?"

Roy looked at Lambert in surprise. He really didn't expect that the other party wanted to say this to him.

"Olympic Games!"

The Olympics is the highest stage that amateur boxers can stand on, and winning an Olympic championship is equivalent to becoming a boxing champion.

There are many boxing champions who have never even won an Olympic championship, such as Mike Tyson.

Roy slapped his head and realized that there would indeed be the Sydney Olympics this summer.

Moreover, the Olympics in America are different from those in Tokyo. Tokyo is organized by the state to participate in the Olympics, while in America athletes usually sign up themselves.

Especially for individual events such as track and field and boxing, athletes basically have to find sponsorship and coaches on their own, and then participate in qualifying competitions to qualify for the Olympics.

"Can I?"

Lambert nodded quickly.

"In theory, any amateur boxer who's 18 or older and in good health can participate in the Olympics! Of course you're eligible! The Olympic qualifying tournament is about to begin. If you'd like to participate, I can help you with my senior brother Allen!"

There are several ways to qualify for the Olympic boxing competition, either through intercontinental competitions or world rankings, and Roy certainly can't catch up with either of these two.

But Roy can participate in the world qualifying tournament held before the official start of the Olympics and win the final qualification.

Roy was a little hesitant because if he did that he would have to represent America in the Olympics.

Seeing Roy's hesitation, Lambert quickly tried to persuade him. After all, if Roy could win the world championship, it would be of great benefit to him as a coach.

"Roy, what are you still hesitating about? The Olympics only happen every four years! By the time the next Olympics comes, you'll be a senior. Will you still be an amateur athlete then?"

These words touched Roy's heart.

According to Roy's plan, after entering UCLA, he would play in the NCAA for a year or two at most, and then enter the professional boxing world to make a lot of money. It would be impossible for him to continue to be an amateur boxer.

Once you become a professional boxer, you can no longer participate in the Olympics.

In other words, this year's Sydney Olympics may be Roy's only chance to win an Olympic championship in his career.

If he missed this opportunity, Roy might never get the highest honor in amateur boxing.

However, once you choose to participate in the Olympics, there will be a lot of work to do, and Roy has been in a lot of trouble recently.

Amacham, the Coven, the Lord of Jealousy...it's all a thing!

"Coach Lambert, to be honest, I have a lot of things to deal with recently, so I'm afraid I won't be able to spare the time."

Lambert patted his chest.

"Roy, as long as you agree to participate in the competition, Allen and I will help you solve everything, whether it's sponsorship or the boxing association!"

Lambert had said this much, and Roy didn't know what to say.

"I'll think this over carefully. Give me some time!" "Roy, there's not much time left. The registration deadline for the World Qualifiers is approaching. You must make a decision quickly!"

"I will."

Roy returned to Jennifer and Needy with a frown on his face. The two women were a little puzzled as to why he had such an expression after chatting with Coach Lambert for a while.

Jennifer asked.

"Roy, what happened?"

"No, it's just that Coach Lambert suggested I go to the Olympics."

Hearing this, Nidi's eyes lit up.

"Really? Roy, you're qualified for the Olympics?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but I'm still a little hesitant."

Jennifer saw what Roy was thinking.

"Is it because of what happened recently?"

Roy nodded.

"I've been having a lot of trouble lately. I don't know whether I should participate in the Olympics."

Nidhi starts to persuade Roy.

"Roy, I think you should participate! This only happens once every four years, you shouldn't give up on it just because of such a small thing!"

Jennifer was also trying to persuade Roy.

"Yeah! If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait four years!"

"But Emma's matter..."

Jennifer patted her chest.

"Leave this matter to me. I will never let the Witch Union take Emma away!"

Since Jennifer had said this, Roy no longer refused.

"Okay, I'll talk to Coach Lambert now."

Coach Lambert was very happy to hear Roy's decision.

"Roy, you will never regret making this choice!"

After talking with Lambert about the Olympics, Roy and the other two left school and prepared to go home.

At the school gate, Roy suddenly noticed an extended Cadillac parked there.

After seeing Roy come out, Bartholomew and the driver got out of the car.

"Mr. Black, can we talk?"

Roy raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Bartholomew to come to him in person. It must be that his recording caused huge losses to Amacham.

Some things can only be done in secret; once they are revealed, it will be a bloody storm.

Suicide by being shot a dozen times in the back is a minor offense.

"We probably have nothing to talk about."

"No, we do!"

As he spoke, Bartholomew made a puzzling gesture. When Roy was wondering about it, he suddenly felt a needle prick.

This is the hidden passive provided by the Assassin's Heart. Assassins are always very sensitive to long-range assassinations. Roy now feels like he is being targeted.

I turned my head and looked into the woods in the distance, and sure enough, I saw the reflection of the scope, and the other party had already opened fire.

The assassin's heart made Roy extremely keen in judging the trajectory, so when the sniper bullet flew over, Roy judged that the bullet would only hit the ground at his feet, unless the opponent also had an arc bullet.

Roy sneered, then quickly entered bullet time, moving his feet to take the bullet.

As the saying goes, it is better to catch the bullet than to hit it accurately. De La Salle did not expect Roy to move his foot suddenly, so the bullet penetrated Roy's shoe and embedded in Roy's foot.

Well, in order to conceal himself, De La Salle used a small-caliber police sniper rifle with a silencer, so he couldn't even penetrate Roy's foot skin.

"How dare you assassinate me!"

Roy slapped Bartholomew in the face, stunning the old woman.

Bartholomew never expected things to turn out like this. She just thought that De La Salle had missed the shot, but she didn't expect Roy to catch the bullet on purpose.

The slap was in vain. Before Bartholomew could say anything, Roy had already walked up to the extended version of the Cadillac and kicked the whole car over, shocking the whole audience.

"Bitch, don't let me see you again, or I'll kill you!"

After saying that, Roy took Jennifer and Needy to his car, the Chevrolet Camaro, leaving Bartholomew standing there with a livid face.

After Roy drove away for a while, De La Salle came over with the box.

Bartholomew hurled curses at De La Salle.

"What happened? Didn't I just ask you to warn him? How did you hit him?"

De Lazare's face was stern.

"I was clearly aiming at the ground, but somehow I ended up hitting his foot. I felt like he figured out the trajectory and deliberately caught the bullet with his foot."

As expected of a top killer, De Lazare's judgment is very accurate.

Bartholomew was not a fool. Although she was slapped, her brains were not knocked out.

"you sure?"

"I am very sure!"

Bartholomew began to recall what had just happened. Roy's attitude was indeed a bit strange, and even though the sniper rifle hit the opponent's foot, he seemed to be fine.

Now that I think about it, there are indeed big problems.

"Damn it, I was tricked by that brat!"

At this time, the driver next to him asked Bartholomew.

"Ma'am, what should we do now?"

"What should we do? First, call a tow truck to turn the car over. Do you think you can even push this car?"

Roy's kick just now made Bartholomew realize that he was a person with supernatural powers, and ordinary methods would definitely not be able to deal with him.

"It seems we need to take a long-term view..."

In the Chevrolet Camaro, Needy looked at Roy with some heartache.

"Roy, is your foot okay?"

"Of course I'm fine! It's just a pity about these shoes!"

Roy reached into his shoe and pulled the bullet out. The bullet's tip had been flattened.

Jennifer was not worried about Roy at all. She had already seen that Roy had done it on purpose.

"What does that old woman do? She's so arrogant!"

"She's the COO of Amacham Technology, and she's here to trouble me because of something that happened before."

When Nidi heard this, she was a little surprised.

"It's Amacham Technology? Roy, I heard this company is in a lot of trouble!"

"Yes, so I want to cut the Gordian knot and don't want them to continue to bother me."

The kick just now was Roy's warning. The force that could overturn an extended luxury car could easily kill anyone.

No matter how powerful the top executives of Amacham are, they are still flesh and blood and can be killed with one kick.

After sending Jennifer and Needy home, Roy called Gerald and told him that Amacham had come to his house.

"How could it come so quickly?"

Gerald was also very surprised by this.

"Mr. Olin, I'm very busy lately and don't want to get into any trouble with Amacham. Could you please warn them for me?"

"They dared to snipe federal employees. I won't let them off easily. Don't worry, Mr. Black!"

De La Salle (Anya Taylor-Joy)

(End of this chapter)