death of hope

Chapter 9 "Flying Windfall" (9) Enjoy

There was a smug smile on Roy's face, as if everything had come true, and his nervousness eased.

With a shopping bag full of money in his left hand and his right hand in his pocket, he touched the gun through the fabric, thinking about what to do next;
(Be cautious, you can't guarantee safety yet, you can't go home for sure, and it's best not to contact Anna, in case something happens to implicate her, first stay in a missing state for a day to avoid the limelight, and that's it.)
It's 03:30 in the morning, there are few people on the street, and there is no sign of sleepiness.

I was very conflicted in my heart, and wanted to stay away from the camera and avoid the police station's defenses, but such places are often violent neighborhoods, and I was afraid that a group of thugs would rush out to rob me, but luckily that didn't happen.

Trembling along the way, I finally found a motel chain, where security guards with legal guns were hired to stand guard, which was much safer than ordinary hotels.

When Roy came to the front desk, he still used the old method, tipped the manager on duty, and checked in with a false identity.

This time the room was quite satisfactory, with an area of ​​[-] square meters, equipped with a complete ventilation and filtration system, and a comfortable and soft double bed.

There are no cockroaches in the closet, a complete 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, which is much more comfortable than the previous capsule hotels.

Roy took out a small stack of money and put it in his trouser pocket for personal expenses.

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

Still worried, I pushed the bag to the end of the ventilation pipe with a clothes rail, re-tightened the screws, and after installing the ventilation fan, there was no trace of it at all.

(Perfect, even if thieves come in, they can't find it.)
There was a bar opposite the hotel, and the security at the door asked him to be searched. Roy gave the security a bill and went in with a gun.

(It's nice to have money, everything is easier.)
There were a few alcoholics sitting at the bar, bragging to each other, and Roy avoided them and sat down;

"Dude, have a Bloody Mary on the rocks."

"Got it right away."

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, and this was the best Bloody Mary Roy had ever had.

"Good wine!"

Roy tossed a coin to the bartender, and smiled at the ugly face.

"Dude, you are so generous."

"Your craftsmanship is worth the price, have another glass of Blue Ghost!"

"okay!"

The bartender was humming a little song, and the movements in his hands became more and more fancy. He wanted to show his skills and showed his true skills.

Customers dazzled as he tossed the shaker in the air as he added the blueberry juice.

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

It was the first time for him to experience that tipping is such a cool thing. A little money can make an ordinary person feel grateful and serve customers wholeheartedly.

The midnight news broadcast on TV attracted his attention. The reporter was visiting the scene of the crime with a microphone in hand, which is where Roy got the money:
"Emergencies,
There was a shooting case under the viaduct tonight. The rescue team found 11 dead bodies at the scene. Both sides of the exchange of fire were gang members from the city. These desperadoes shot at each other with illegal guns. Afflicting innocent citizens..."

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

The huge sum of money lost was not mentioned in the news reports at all, and the police also stated that there was no surveillance video at the scene of the incident, and it was initially judged to be a gun battle caused by illegal chip transactions.

This is just a violent and bloody daily life in the slums. The reporter yawned from sleepiness. It seems that the York City Police Department has no intention of continuing to investigate the case, and there are still piles of messes to be dealt with urgently.

The federal government of Tyra is seriously corrupt, and most of the employees of the York City Police Department lack a sense of responsibility. These people only take their jobs as a job for a living.

Most thoughtful police officers were squeezed out and resigned to become private investigators. The efficiency of the powerful department was low, and the citizens were insensitive. This is the root cause of the high crime rate in York City.

In the news afterward, the police spokesman said some bullshit about being determined to improve the law and order in the neighborhood, saying that he was determined to investigate to the end and arrest the bosses of the gangs in each neighborhood.

(Pure nonsense, the police department has long been bribed and corrupted. In other words, the York City Police Department is the biggest gang in the area, and 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 gang members' pursuit, which is half the battle.

To celebrate, he ordered another glass of mint jasmine,

The cool mint smell made him feel refreshed. 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 out of luck!"

"Don't play if you can't afford to lose!"

The drunks next to them yelled loudly, grabbed each other by the neck and started fighting, the security guard of the tavern also rushed in, a group of people wrestled together, and the excited bartender and other customers cheered on.

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

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

Early morning is the time of the day when the air pollution is the most serious. Normally, Roy would suck in the dirty air indifferently.
But now that he has money, he is no longer a low life, 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 shone the flashlight into the ventilation fan.

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

"God bless, amen." Roy never went to church, but he crossed himself anyway.

After locking the doors and windows and drawing the curtains, drunkenness mixed with tired sleepiness rushed up. Roy fell into 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 so hungry that he went to the front desk of the hotel and ordered a hot dog set meal. After eating and drinking, he started yawning again, so he went back to the room to catch up on sleep.

(You should eat, you should sleep, you don't have to worry about bills...damn! This is what a fucking life is! What I used to live like!)

(End of this chapter)