Chapter 9 "Windfall" (9) Enjoy

Roy had a proud smile on his face, as if everything had gone as he wished, and his nervousness had eased.

Holding a shopping bag full of money in his left hand, his right hand was in his pocket, touching the gun through the cloth, thinking about what to do next;

(Be cautious. Safety cannot be guaranteed now. You cannot go home for sure. It is best not to contact Anna. If something happens that might implicate her, just stay missing for a day to avoid the limelight. That’s it.)

It's half past three in the morning, there are not many people on the street, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

I was very conflicted. I wanted to stay away from the cameras and avoid the police station. But places like this are often violent neighborhoods. I was afraid that a group of thugs would come out and rob me. Fortunately, that didn't happen.

After much trepidation along the way, I finally found a chain motel, which hired legally armed security guards to stand guard, making it much safer than ordinary hotels.

Roy came to the front desk and still used the old method of tipping the manager on duty and checking in under a false identity.

The room this time was quite satisfactory, with an area of ​​80 square meters, a complete ventilation and filtration system, and a comfortable and soft double bed.

There are no cockroaches in the closet, a full range of food in the refrigerator, the door is made of alloy, the windows are reinforced with iron bars, and there is even a small bathtub in the bathroom. It is much more comfortable than the previous capsule hotel.

Roy took out a small wad of money and put it into his pants pocket for personal expenses.

He stepped on the sofa to remove the ventilation fan on the roof and hid the shopping bag containing money in the ventilation duct.

Still worried, I used a clothes drying rod to push the bag to the end of the ventilation pipe, re-tightened the screws, and installed the ventilation fan. No trace was visible at all.

(Perfect, even if a thief comes in, he won’t be able to find it.)

There was a bar opposite the hotel, and the security guard at the door asked him to search his body. Roy gave the security guard a bill and successfully entered with the gun.

(It’s great to have money, everything becomes easier.)

There were a few drunkards sitting at the bar, bragging to each other, but Roy avoided them and sat down;

"Dude, have a Bloody Mary with ice."

"I'll have it soon."

The bartender had a fierce look on his face, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, but his skills were really good, and his bartending movements were pleasing to the eye.

The ratio of vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, and celery root was just right. This was the best Bloody Mary Roy had ever had.

“Good wine!”

Roy threw a coin to the bartender and smiled broadly at the ugly face.

"Man, you are so generous."

"Your craftsmanship is worth the price, let's have another glass of blue ghost!"

"okay!"

The bartender hummed a little tune, and the movements of his hands became more and more fancy. He was determined to show off his skills and used his true skills.

When adding blueberry juice, he threw the cocktail pitcher into the air and tossed it back and forth, dazzling the customers.

Looking at the crystal clear blue ghost in front of him, Roy smiled with satisfaction.

This was the first time he experienced how satisfying it is to tip someone. A small amount of money can make an ordinary person feel grateful and serve customers wholeheartedly.

The midnight news on TV attracted his attention. The reporter was visiting the crime scene with a microphone, which was where Roy got the money:

"Emergencies,

A shooting occurred under a viaduct tonight. The rescue team found a total of 11 bodies at the scene. Both parties in the exchange of fire were gang members in the city. These desperadoes were armed with illegal guns and shot at each other. Several bullets penetrated the billboard. Fortunately, no one was injured.

Injuring innocent citizens..."

Looking at the live broadcast, Roy clenched his wine glass tightly, his face almost touching the TV screen.

News reports did not mention the huge sum of money that was lost at all. The police also stated that there was no surveillance video at the scene of the incident. It was initially determined that the gun battle was caused by illegal chip trading.

This is just a violent and bloody daily life in the slums. The reporter was so sleepy that he yawned. It seemed that the York City Police Department had no intention of continuing to investigate the case, and there were still piles of mess that needed to be dealt with urgently.

The federal government of Terra is highly corrupt, and most employees of the York City Police Department lack a sense of responsibility. These people only treat their jobs as errands.

Most of the police officers with ideas are ostracized and resign to become private detectives. Powerful departments are inefficient and citizens are insensitive. This is the fundamental reason why the crime rate in York City remains high.

In the subsequent news, the spokesperson of the police department said some nonsense about being determined to improve public security in the neighborhood, saying that he was determined to investigate to the end and arrest the bosses of various gangs in the neighborhood.

(This is pure nonsense. The police department has long been bribed and corrupted. In other words, the York City Police Department is the largest local gang. They get a piece of every crime, these greedy vampires!)

Roy no longer needs to worry about the police. He only needs to guard against the pursuit of gang members, which is half the success.

To celebrate, he ordered another glass of Mint Jasmine.

The cool mint flavor was refreshing. He took the remote control and changed the channel to watch a TV series. Even the commercials in the middle of the series seemed interesting because he could afford them now.

"You're cheating!"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't play!"

The drunkards nearby started shouting loudly, grabbing each other's collars and starting to fight. The security guards of the pub also rushed in, and a group of people struggled with each other. The excited bartender and other customers cheered on.

When Roy pushed open the door of the pub, he was forced to cover his eyes by the dazzling light.

The sun had risen, and several morning exercisers wearing gas masks ran past him.

Early morning is the time of day when the air pollution is the most serious. Normally, Roy would just suck in the dirty air without a care.

But now that he is rich, he is no longer afraid of death, and has become afraid of death.

Roy held his nose and ran to the hotel across the street.

No suspicious vehicles or people were found. The hotel security guard was sitting in the guard box watching the surveillance. When he returned to the room, everything was normal, but he was still uneasy. He stood on the sofa and shined a flashlight into the ventilation fan.

Shopping bags filled with cash lay quietly at the end of the ventilation duct.

"God bless, Amen." Roy never went to church, but he still crossed himself on his chest.

After locking the doors and windows and drawing the curtains, drunkenness mixed with tired sleepiness came over him. Roy fell on the bed and slept soundly all day. When he woke up, he found that it was dark again and it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He was very hungry, so he went to the front desk of the hotel and ordered a hot dog set. After eating and drinking, he started to yawn again, so he went back to the room to catch up on his sleep.

(It’s time to eat, sleep, and don’t have to worry about bills... Damn! This is fucking life! What a life I used to live like!)
Chapter completed!