Bartholomew, who had just had the phone hung up on her by Roy, was also gritting her teeth.
At this moment, Bartholomew was sitting in a rapidly moving stretch Cadillac, with a young woman sitting across from her.
"How dare he refuse Amalgamated's goodwill!"
Bartholomew's expression was terrible. She took several deep breaths before calming down.
Then, Bartholomew looked at the young woman opposite her, who had no emotional fluctuations and was as still as a block of wood.
"Delassa, your mission this time is him!"
As she spoke, Bartholomew handed over a photo. The photo showed Roy's handsome face.
Even though Delassa was a professional killer with no emotions, her eyes couldn't help but flicker 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 right now!"
Although Bartholomew was furious, her rationality was still intact. This seasoned veteran wouldn't easily let her emotions cloud her judgment.
After all, he was a registered FEA agent. If he died at Bartholomew's hands, even Amalgamated wouldn't be able to protect her.
Delassa lowered her eyelids, seemingly completely indifferent to the fate of the person in the photo.
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to fire a warning shot at him. Can you do that?"
"Piece of cake. But that counts as one job I've done for you, right?"
Delassa raised her head and looked into Bartholomew's eyes.
"Of course! Counting this job, you only have a few more to do before you're free, Delassa. Have you thought about what you'll do after you're free?"
Bartholomew's expression was normal, as if she were chatting with a friend, leaving Delassa unable to detect any flaws.
But as a professional killer who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, Delassa wouldn't easily trust anyone.
"Maybe I'll open a coffee shop or something in a small town."
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, a sharp brake almost sent an unprepared Bartholomew flying into Delassa's lap.
This made Bartholomew, who was very concerned about her image, quite angry. She lowered the partition to the driver's compartment.
"What happened!"
"Ms. Bartholomew, it's a police checkpoint."
"Then couldn't you have slowed down earlier?"
The driver had his own grievances. Bartholomew had told him to drive faster earlier, and the police had suddenly appeared to stop the car, probably to issue a speeding ticket.
At this point, the police officer had already come over and was knocking on the window.
"Excuse me, sir, you were just speeding. Please let me record your driver's license information. A bill will be mailed to you in a few days."
The driver obediently handed over his license, and the police officer quickly wrote down the information.
Bartholomew rolled down her window and asked the police officer, "Excuse me, officer, what's your name?"
"You can call me Hughes."
That's right, it was our hardworking Sheriff Hughes again.
"Are you a police officer in Waterfall Town?"
Hughes glanced at Bartholomew, inexplicably finding this old woman somewhat repulsive.
"What, are you going to report me to the town?"
"No, I just wanted to ask how much further it is to Oakwood High School in Waterfall Town."
Hughes pointed Bartholomew in a direction.
"It's about another half an hour's drive in that direction."
While speaking, Hughes had finished recording and returned the license to the driver.
Bartholomew rolled up her window and then instructed the driver, "We're not going to Waterfall Town. Go directly to Oakwood High School!"
That afternoon, Roy surprisingly went to the boxing club.
Come to think of it, Roy hadn't been to the boxing club in the week or so since returning to school, making Lambert almost think he was planning to quit.
"Roy, you finally decided to show up at the club?"
Looking at Lambert's resentful gaze, Roy felt a little awkward.
As the face of the boxing club, Roy's month-long absence had indeed been quite frustrating for others.
And not reporting to the club for over a week after returning was also quite excessive.
"Sorry, sorry, Coach Lambert, I've been too busy lately."
After a few complaints, Lambert still let Roy warm up.
After Roy made a name for the boxing club, Oakwood High's boxing club had become popular, with many new members joining.
Lambert had Roy casually pick a few opponents for some sparring and guidance.
The work was quite easy. After three rounds, Roy hadn't even broken a sweat.
Afterward, Lambert suddenly pulled Roy aside.
"Roy, I was wondering if you'd be interested in competing in the Olympics?"
Roy looked at Lambert in surprise. He really hadn't expected him to bring this up.
"The Olympics!"
The Olympics were considered the highest stage an amateur boxer could reach. Winning an Olympic gold medal was equivalent to being a boxing champion.
Many boxing champions, like Mike Tyson, had never even won an Olympic gold medal.
Roy slapped his forehead. There was indeed the Sydney Olympics coming up this summer.
And the Olympics in America were different from those in the East. In the East, the country organized participation in the Olympics, while in America, athletes generally registered themselves.
Especially for individual sports like track and field and boxing, athletes mostly found their own sponsors and coaches, and then participated in qualifying events to earn a spot in the Olympics.
"Can I?"
Lambert quickly nodded.
"Theoretically, all healthy amateur boxers who are 18 years old or older can participate in the Olympics! Of course, you're eligible! It just so happens that the Olympic qualifying rounds are about to start. If you want to participate, my senior, Allen, and I can help you make it happen!"
There were several ways to qualify for the Olympic boxing competition. You could qualify through continental competitions or world rankings, but Roy had definitely missed the deadlines for those.
However, Roy could participate in the world qualifying tournament held before the official start of the Olympics and seize the last chance to compete.
Roy hesitated a bit because if he did this, he would be representing America in the Olympics.
Seeing the hesitation on Roy's face, Lambert quickly tried to persuade him. After all, if Roy could win a world championship, it would be a huge benefit for him as a coach.
"Roy, what are you still hesitating about? The Olympics only come around once every four years! By the time the next Olympics come, you'll be a senior in college. Will you still be an amateur athlete then?"
These words struck a chord with Roy.
According to Roy's plan, after entering UCLA, he would play in the NCAA for a year or two at most, and then turn professional to make big money. He wouldn't remain an amateur boxer.
And once he became a professional boxer, he wouldn't be able to participate in the Olympics.
In other words, the Sydney Olympics this year might be Roy's only chance to win an Olympic gold medal in his career.
If he missed this opportunity, Roy might never get this highest honor in amateur boxing again.
However, if he chose to participate in the Olympics, there would be too much work to do, and Roy had quite a few troubles on his plate recently.
Amalgamated, the Witch's Union, the King of Envy… all of them were problems!
"Coach Lambert, to be honest, I have quite a few things to deal with lately, and I'm afraid I won't have 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 so much, so Roy couldn't really refuse anymore.
"I'll seriously consider this. Give me some time!"
"Roy, there's not much time to consider. The registration deadline for the world qualifying tournament is approaching soon. You have to make a decision as soon as possible!"
"I will."
Roy frowned and returned to Jennifer and Niddy. The two girls were a little curious why he had been chatting with Coach Lambert for a while and then had such an expression.
Jennifer asked, "Roy, did something happen?"
"No, it's just that Coach Lambert suggested I participate in the Olympics."
Hearing this, Niddy's eyes lit up.
"Really? Roy, are you eligible to participate in the Olympics?"
"Theoretically, yes, but I'm still a little hesitant."
Jennifer saw what Roy was thinking.
"Is it because of what's been happening lately?"
Roy nodded.
"There have been quite a few troubles recently. I don't know if I should participate in the Olympics."
Niddy started to persuade Roy.
"Roy, I think you should participate! This is something that only happens once every four years. You shouldn't give up because of these little things!"
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"Yeah! If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait another four years!"
"But what about Emma…"
Jennifer patted her chest.
"Leave that to me. I will definitely not let the people from the Witch's Union take Emma away!"
Jennifer had said so much, so Roy didn't refuse anymore.
"Okay, I'll go talk to Coach Lambert about it now."
Coach Lambert was very happy when he heard Roy's decision.
"Roy, you definitely won't regret making this choice!"
After discussing the Olympics with Lambert, the three of them left the school to go home.
At the school gate, Roy suddenly noticed a stretch Cadillac parked there.
Seeing Roy come out, Bartholomew and the driver got out of the car.
"Mr. Black, can we talk?"
Roy raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Bartholomew to come to him personally. It must have been his recording that caused Amalgamated a huge loss.
Some things could only be done in secret. Once brought into the open, it would be a bloody affair.
Getting shot dozens of times in the back and ruled a suicide would be a light consequence.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about."
"No, we do!"
As she spoke, Bartholomew made a strange gesture. Just as Roy was wondering what it meant, he suddenly felt a prickling sensation.
This was a hidden passive ability provided by the Heart of the Assassin. Assassins were always very sensitive to long-range assassinations. Roy now had the feeling of being targeted.
He turned his head to look at the distant woods and indeed saw the reflection of a scope. The other party had already fired.
The Heart of the Assassin made Roy extremely sensitive to judging bullet trajectories. So, when the sniper bullet flew over, Roy judged that it would only hit the ground near his feet, unless the other party could also curve bullets.
Roy sneered, then quickly entered bullet time, moving his foot to intentionally intercept the bullet.
As the saying goes, good aim is not as good as good catching. Delassa completely didn't expect Roy to suddenly move his foot, so the bullet pierced Roy's shoe and embedded itself in his foot.
Well, to conceal herself, Delassa was using a small-caliber police sniper rifle with a silencer, so it didn't even pierce Roy's skin.
"You actually dared to assassinate me!"
Roy slapped Bartholomew across the face, stunning the old woman.
Bartholomew completely hadn't expected things to develop this way. She had only thought that Delassa had missed, but she hadn't expected Roy to intentionally catch the bullet.
This slap was for nothing. Bartholomew was about to say something, but Roy had already walked to the stretch Cadillac and kicked the entire car over, shocking everyone present.
"Bitch, don't let me see you again, or don't blame me for taking you out directly!"
After speaking, Roy walked towards his Chevrolet Camaro with Jennifer and Niddy, leaving Bartholomew standing there with a livid face.
After Roy had driven away for a while, Delassa walked over carrying a case.
Bartholomew roared at Delassa, "What happened? Didn't I tell you to just give him a warning? How did you hit him?"
Delassa said coldly, "I clearly aimed at the ground. I don't know how it hit his foot. I felt like he predicted the trajectory and intentionally used his foot to catch the bullet."
As expected of a top killer, Delassa's judgment was very accurate.
Bartholomew wasn't stupid either. Although she had been slapped, her brain hadn't been knocked out.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure!"
Bartholomew began to recall the situation just now. Roy's attitude had indeed been a bit strange, and even though the sniper rifle had hit his foot, he acted as if nothing had happened.
Thinking about it now, there was indeed a big problem.
"Damn it, that kid actually played me!"
At this moment, the driver beside Bartholomew asked, "Madam, what should we do now?"
"What should we do? First, call a tow truck to flip the car back over. You can't possibly push this car, can you?"
Roy's kick just now had made Bartholomew realize that he was a supernatural being. Ordinary methods would definitely not work against him.
"It seems we need to take a longer-term view…"
In the Chevrolet Camaro, Niddy looked at Roy with some concern.
"Roy, is your foot okay?"
"Of course, it's fine! It's just a shame about these shoes!"
Roy reached into his shoe and pulled out the bullet. The bullet's tip had already flattened.
Jennifer, on the other hand, wasn't worried about Roy at all. She had already seen that Roy had done that on purpose.
"What's with that old woman? So arrogant!"
"She's the COO of Amalgamated Technologies. She's coming after me because of some previous issues."
Niddy was a little surprised when she heard this.
"It's actually Amalgamated Technologies? Roy, I've heard that company is very troublesome!"
"Yes, so I want to deal with this quickly and not let them continue to bother me."
That kick just now was Roy's warning. The power to flip over a stretch limo could easily kill anyone.
No matter how powerful the executives of Amalgamated were, they were still flesh and blood and could be easily killed with one kick.
After dropping Jennifer and Niddy off at home, Roy called Gerald and explained the situation with Amalgamated coming after him.
"They actually came so quickly?"
Gerald was also very surprised by this.
"Mr. Allington, I'm very busy lately and don't want to get into a fight with Amalgamated. Can you help me warn them?"
"They actually dared to snipe a federal employee. I won't let them get away with this. Don't worry, Mr. Black!"
Delassa (Anya Taylor-Joy)
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