Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 198 Scolding the Congressman is just for money

"I was indeed the last person to see Senator Emanuel."

In a certain room of the government building in Brooklyn, a middle-aged white man in a suit and leather shoes nodded and replied after learning about Roan and Mona's intentions:

"Yesterday Senator Emmanuel's speech on the square was also organized by me and several colleagues."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dominique."

Putting the FBI golden badge back into his pocket, Roan sat across from Dominic and asked:

"As far as I know, you are the security consultant of the Emmanuel Congressman's team. Do you have any doubts about yesterday's tragedy?"

There is a team behind each congressman in the Federation. They are not only responsible for the life and finances of the congressmen, but also responsible for protecting the personal safety and external image of the congressmen.

This time Emanuel was burned to death with a Molotov cocktail, and Dominic, who is a member of parliament's security adviser, must have a hard time in the future.

So when he heard Roan's question, he immediately rummaged through his desk, and then handed a lot of information to Mona next to him, with a serious face:

"These are the death threats we received against Senator Emanuel before the speech yesterday, a total of fifty-four."

"..."

Looking at the pile of death threats in her arms, the corners of Mona's mouth twitched, and Roan's eyelids twitched, and asked:

"With so many death threats, why did you agree to Emanuel's trip yesterday?"

"Because it's a strong request from Senator Emanuel."

Dominique was full of remorse, saying that he was just a consultant. If the employer, Mr. Emanuel, had to do something, it would be difficult for them to stop each other.

"OK."

He took out a piece of paper and looked at it, and found that it was filled with the identity information of certain people. After thinking about it, Roan continued:

"By the way, make a list of all political organizations that Emmanuel has been in contact with recently, whether they are friendly or hostile, and then give me a copy of their specific information."

"no problem!"

More than an hour later, Roan and Mona put two large cardboard boxes full of documents into the trunk of the SUV.

"call--"

Mona straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, got into the co-pilot and turned around to ask:

"Roan, do you collect information about these political organizations, do you think the murderer came from those people?"

"possible."

After starting the SUV and driving out of the parking lot, Roan pointed to a group of loud protesters holding signs in the square not far away, black, white, brown, or not yellow, and replied:

"Look at those people, every single one of them has anger in their eyes.

The opinions and words of any politician will be labeled, and then amplified and attacked by the hostiles, let alone an ultra-conservative like Emanuel.

For these instigated people whose minds are full of radical ideas, killing someone is nothing at all, they are just a group of idealists. "

Through the car window, looking at the protesters in the square holding a lot of signs such as "anti-discrimination", "cut government spending", "death to the president", Mona opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Casting a glance at the silent Mona, who understood but didn't fully understand, Roan's expression remained unchanged, but he shook his head deep in his heart, then stepped on the accelerator silently and left here.

The Federation is a very magical country. A certain book divides society horizontally, regardless of men and women, and only divides them into haves and have-nots.

They divide society vertically, first divide into male, female, male-to-female, female-to-male, and then divide them into black, white, Muslim, minority, vegetarian, etc., so that they can each other In the end, the rich and those in power sat firmly on the high platform, drinking red wine and smoking cigars and watching the show.

This is the root cause of political correctness and the emergence of various buff superimposed chaos more than ten years later.

——

Soon, Roan and Mona arrived at the base of a certain political organization that he suspected most, circled before Dominic.

It is said to be a base, but it is actually a small two-story building. The sign on the house number shows that this is a small newspaper office.

The day before Congressman Emanuel was burned to death, this newspaper published an article that said "Congressman Emmanuel should be burned on the spot".

After parking the car and opening the gate to enter the newspaper office, after showing the golden badge to identify themselves, Roan and Mona successfully met the owner of the newspaper office and the leader of the political organization.

A middle-aged black man with a natural curly cut, Cody.

Roan didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained his purpose of coming.

"Just call me Cody."

After pouring two cups of coffee for Roan and Mona, Cody replied with a smile:

"You are right, my newspaper did publish such an article."

"No, not just your newspaper."

Hearing this, Mona shook her head, put the newspaper on the table, and fixed her eyes on the other person's face:

"The signature at the end of this article, the author is you."

"...Well, this article was indeed written by me."

Seeing the cold look in Roan's eyes, Cody nodded in silence for a moment to admit it, and then spread his hands:

"But the content in it is just a metaphor. That guy Emmanuel Bain is a piece of garbage and is against racial equality, so as a black man, isn't it normal for me to hate him?"

Speaking of this, Cody saw that the expressions on the faces of Roan and Mona did not change, they were still full of seriousness, and suddenly cursed a few words in his heart, and then he explained in a low voice:

"Both, the death of Emmanuel Bain really has nothing to do with me, and I don't even know what happened.

To be honest, insulting Emmanuel Bain is just to mobilize those masses and make enemies.

In this way, I can not only attract their donations, but also increase the sales of newspapers. "

"..."

Mona frowned when she heard this, but Roan nodded.

It's just political leaning, not making money is important.

Looking back at the busy workers behind him, Roan continued to ask:

"Then among the members of your organization, are there any guys who are more inclined to solve problems with violence?"

"There were, but they all left because I didn't allow them to."

Cody laughed, saying that he is not those idealists, he is very realistic, shouting slogans and scolding congressmen is just for making money.

"Good."

Seeing the smile on Cody's face, Roan also laughed:

"So can you give me a copy of these, the names and information of the people who want to stir up conflict?"

"No."

Cody shook his head again and again, indicating that this was someone else's privacy.

"Okay, then I'll change the way of asking."

The smile on Roan's face became wider, and his tone became more amiable:

"Give me their information immediately, or I will apply for a search warrant later, and then seize all the facilities of your newspaper office, and then carefully investigate the economic situation of your newspaper office."

"..."

Hearing this, the expression on Cody's face suddenly froze.

A few minutes later, Roan walked out of the newspaper office with a few folders, and Mona followed him silently with her computer in her arms.

"What's wrong, Mona?"

Roan opened the door and let Mona go out, then asked with a smile:

"Why haven't you spoken?"

Mona sighed and replied:

"I……"

Just as Mona's words started, the feeling of burning her butt came again. Roan's pupils constricted, and he quickly grabbed Mona's arm and pulled her into his arms, and quickly hid beside a car.

In the next second, a gray car was speeding past on the road, and several large bottles were thrown directly from the car in this direction.

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