American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 306 Do You Want to Die?
At this stage, Gerald didn't have any better solutions.

After all, the director of the FEA Los Angeles branch office certainly doesn't have the same authority as a vice admiral who commands an aircraft carrier strike group.

“Mr. Black, the situation is not up to me now. I can only try my best to mediate for you.”

Roy frowned. He had only called Gerald for help to prevent the Starry Sky from polluting the ocean, but he never expected this to happen.

“Mr. Orlin, don’t blame me for not giving General Hammer face. I have no obligation to stay in this godforsaken place!”

If it weren't for his good relationship with Gerald, who had helped him before, Roy wouldn't have let Jack dock the tanker here to wait for him.

Now this has happened, making Roy's already bad mood even worse.

Gerald sighed, knowing Roy was genuinely angry, and quickly tried to say something nice.

“I understand, Mr. Black! FEA is definitely on your side, and Fran Hammer wouldn’t dare to act recklessly!”

Roy pursed his lips, thinking Gerald was being a bit too confident; it was really hard to say.

America's military has always been difficult to deal with; even a plane sent by the White House to audit the accounts could crash. How could they possibly compromise so easily?

If all else fails, we'll have to teach General Hammer a lesson. Even if he's incredibly powerful, he only has one life.

"Alright, I'll stay here for a day, and then I'll leave."

Roy has been delayed at sea for too long; it's already August, and if he delays any longer, school will start.

Gerald nodded quickly.

“One day should be enough! By the way, Mr. Black, is there anything you want to remind me about the Starry Night?”

"When Starlight died, the colorful things it released seemed to die with it. But I can't guarantee that this area is safe now. Your people should avoid direct contact with the seawater and not eat any fish from the sea."

"Of course, FEA wouldn't make such a basic mistake!"

It's hard to say, after all, this world has been a huge makeshift operation for quite some time now.

"Also, those surviving colored flocculents have a certain hallucinogenic effect, so your people must be mentally prepared."

Although the seabed crust has been breached and leaked by the Starry Sky, the debris should not be washed out anytime soon.

The oil spill problem might be more serious, but that's not Roy's problem; Mold is probably more professional in the oil business.

"I understand."

"One more thing, the lair of Starry Sky is in an underground oil field drilled out at sea. There should still be some of Starry Sky's remnants inside, but the location is very deep. You'll have to figure it out yourselves."

Gerald frowned more and more as he listened. He also began to wonder how Roy had dealt with the strange alien creature, the Star-Colored One. However, Gerald's curiosity was not as strong as Hammer's, and he knew that some questions could be asked and some could not.

"Then Mr. Black, you can rest assured and wait for my news on the tanker. I will persuade Fran Hammer very soon."

After saying that, Gerald returned to the aircraft carrier.

On the tanker, after undergoing a rigorous round of checks and questioning, everyone felt a little scared.

Upon seeing Roy return, Jack, acting as his representative, inquired about the specifics of the situation.

"Um, Mr. Blake, when can we leave?"

The fact that he was now addressed as Mr. Black indicates that Jack had begun to distance himself from him.

There's nothing we can do about it; given Roy's current situation, it's impossible for everyone to be close to him.

But since Jack doesn't want to get close to me, then let him fear me.

Roy stared blankly at Jack, releasing a slight amount of his aura. With his strength, even a slight release of his aura was enough to make ordinary people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Jack was now sweating profusely and feeling weak in the knees under the invisible pressure.

"You didn't say anything you shouldn't have, did you?"

Roy was referring to his transformation ability, which would be quite troublesome if exposed. The military would definitely have designs on him, and then he wouldn't have a peaceful life anymore.

Jack wiped his sweat.

"No, no! We absolutely did not say anything wrong! Everyone on the ship just wants to get home safely."

Roy nodded.

"That's good! Go back and wait. You should get news by tomorrow at the latest."

Upon hearing this, Jack breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said goodbye to Roy, otherwise he would have to change his pants.

After getting a close look at the aircraft carrier and the work of the FEA from the deck, Roy returned to his room to make a long phone call to another woman.

Roy had barely stepped inside when Janice walked in right behind him, which greatly surprised him.

Didn't we agree that this would be the last time?
"Why did you get in?"

Janice closed the door first, then stared straight at Roy, her eyes filled with an undisguised smile.

"Jack asked me to come and see your room."

Roy:? ? ?
Is this guy addicted to wearing hats?

Or is it because he's afraid of himself that he wants Janice to stay with him for peace of mind?

Thinking about it carefully, the latter seems to be slightly more likely.

This left Roy speechless. He wasn't the kind of person who had no bottom line, so why was he so afraid of him?
"Is Jack overthinking things?"

Janice pursed her lips slightly, but finally couldn't help but laugh.

"Isn't this a good thing? I don't think he's overthinking things at all!"

Roy realized that Jack's decision was likely due to something Janice had said.

It doesn't matter anyway. After returning to America, Roy probably won't have any contact with Janice anymore, so let's just treat these few days as a pleasant memory.

"But I need to make a phone call now."

"Then let's do it the way we did before!"

Jenny tied up her hair and squatted down without hesitation.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief and patted Janice's cheek.

"You're such a little glutton!"

Janice looked at Roy with a radiant face, seemingly very proud that Roy had slapped her in the face.

Roy took out his satellite phone and started dialing a number.

The first call was to Jennifer and Nyddy, where I explained my situation and we chatted for a while.

I made a second call to my parents to let them know I was safe.

The third call was to Heather Penny, wanting to find out about their situation.

After Heather Penny and her companions successfully returned to land, they began organizing a salvage ship to retrieve gold and jewels from the site where the ghost ship sank.

Finnegan, Joey, and Trillin were particularly active in this matter.

Now, through Charles's introduction, the group has found a professional salvage company, and the salvage vessel has already set sail.

"We should be able to return to the site of the Antonia Graza's sinking and begin salvage operations by tomorrow at the latest! Roy, are you still listening?"

Heather enthusiastically introduced the work situation to Roy. Although she inherited the Sawyer family's fortune and was not short of money, who could refuse the increase of their assets?

However, Roy remained silent on the phone, which puzzled Heather. "Uh, uh, ah? Of course I'm listening!"

"really?"

Heather sounded a little suspicious on the other end of the phone, so Roy quickly changed the subject.

"Of course it's true! By the way, how's Charles doing?"

Upon hearing this, Heather's mood immediately became somewhat downcast.

“The situation is very bad! Because of the Columbia incident, Mr. Weyland has been sued by many people and is also facing criticism from the shareholders of his companies. Serena has also been greatly affected by these things, and she has been very depressed lately, often crying alone.”

Roy remained silent for a moment.

Roy couldn't do anything about Charles's situation; it was a completely unpredictable black swan event, and he could only accept his bad luck.

After all, the people on the Santiago were even more unfortunate than Charles; at least he was still alive.

“Heather, once the gold and jewels on the Antonia Grassa are salvaged, give them to Charles to help him through this difficult time. The rest can be divided equally among Trillan, Finnegan, Joey, and Catherine.”

"Roy, that's what I think too. I hope Mr. Weyland can get through this difficult time!"

The topic then became somewhat heavy.

Only Janice continued to work diligently, even though her mouth had begun to go numb.

This woman truly treated every moment with Roy as if it were the last, with such passion.

After a while, Penny took the satellite phone and spoke to Roy.

"Roy, Catherine wants to join your studio and work for you."

Roy was somewhat surprised.

Once the gold and jewels on the Antonia Graza are salvaged and divided among themselves, Catherine should be financially independent, so why would she need to join her own studio?

"What did she say?"

“Catherine said she felt safer working for you, and that she was getting older and wanted more stability.”

It should be noted that Catherine is actually close to fifty years old and will be able to retire in a few years.

For the previous two decades, Catherine had served Roland Gordon as his loyal and professional secretary, and was also a workaholic.

So, feeling lost after losing her boss, Catherine didn't know what to do for a while.

After learning from Penny that Roy had a studio, Catherine really wanted to join it.

This is actually a good thing. Roy's studio has always been a very makeshift operation, with all the employees being his women, lacking sufficient professional competence.

Some things can't be learned through training alone. Fortunately, Catherine has over twenty years of administrative experience, which can help Roy's studio become more professional.

In the future, the studio will come in handy when Roy enters the professional boxing world.

"Then let her be the head of the studio! Penny, you can learn a lot from Catherine!"

"Yes! I will!"

Since Heather inherited the Sawyer family business, she still has to manage her own family's assets most of the time, so Penny has to temporarily manage Roy's studio.

Coincidentally, Penny is quite interested in the studio's affairs, and probably wants to do something about it.

Now let Catherine teach Penny, so Roy can confidently hand over the studio to her to manage in the future.

After exchanging sweet nothings with the girls for a while, Roy finally hung up the phone.

"Gulu gulu..."

At that moment, Janice was drinking douzhi, a traditional snack from old Beijing.

"Phew, it's finally over! My cheeks feel numb."

Janice gave Roy a coquettish glare.

Roy spread his hands.

"You were the one who said you wanted it to be like last time!"

"Yeah, what can I do? I just like it this way."

Janice's gaze at Roy seemed to be dripping with longing.

"Shouldn't we move on to the next step?"

"Don't you want to eat a few bites of the hamburger first?"

"Great, I'm really hungry!"

Roy got hungry quickly, but unfortunately Janice's hamburger wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he had to eat something else.

The ship's soundproofing was already poor, and after Janice got Jack's tacit approval, she simply stopped acting. It's estimated that after today, everyone on the ship will know what happened in this room.

Unfortunately, although Janice is a little glutton, her appetite is actually quite small.

She could only eat half of it before she couldn't eat anymore, and in the end, Francesca had to finish it off.

As a result, Janice didn't get to eat the second bowl of soy milk, which benefited Francesca instead.

The battle ended close to evening.

Roy was a little hungry, so he went to the ship's restaurant for a meal. Sure enough, the crew members in the restaurant started looking at Roy with strange eyes.

But it didn't matter; Roy had a thick skin and didn't care about those glances.

Jack wasn't seen in the restaurant; he was probably too ashamed to show his face.

The advantage of Gerald having the carrier strike group is that the oil tankers are no longer short of supplies, so Roy can eat as much as he wants.

However, whenever Roy was enjoying his meal, there would always be some clueless people who would come and disturb him.

Suddenly, two men in military uniforms entered the restaurant and came to Roy's table.

“Mr. Black, General Hammer would like to invite you to dinner.”

Roy looked up and saw that both soldiers had poker faces and very tough attitudes.

Haha, what good could come from Hammer inviting me to dinner?
"I'm sorry, I'm already having dinner, so there's no need for General Hammer to prepare anything special for me."

"Since General Hammer has invited you, you must accept!"

One of the soldiers reached out to help Roy up, but failed.

Roy was so angry at what the other person said that he laughed. This was blatant disrespect!
"Do you dare speak to the Minister of Defense and the President like that?"

The two soldiers swallowed hard. They really didn't dare to speak to the Minister of Defense like that. They only dared to be so arrogant because Roy was just an unofficial agent of the FEA.

Another soldier pulled out a pistol, an action that terrified the other crew members in the restaurant.

"I'm asking you one last time, are you going or not!"

Roy looked at the soldier as if he were an idiot. Didn't the soldier do any research before going on a mission?
Or is it that the military is completely unaware of its own situation?

"Then I'll ask you one last time, do you want to die?"

Or Janice

(End of this chapter)