Legendary FBI Detective

The next day, in the morning, the office area of ​​the special investigation team.

Mona sat at her desk, typing on the computer keyboard with a look of displeasure.

Lacey lowered her head and continued to rummage through Team Leader Owen's office supplies. Luo An sat in another unoccupied chair, drinking tea while silently recalling the details of the case.

What Luo An can now determine is that Team Leader Owen and his police academy classmate Pearson were silenced by the mastermind behind the scenes because they knew about some problems.

The two of them knew what the problem was. Luo An was not in a hurry to think about it. Someone would take the initiative to send clues later.

What Luo An is thinking now is that a thoughtful person like Team Leader Owen will definitely hide the clues about that matter.

But where are the clues hidden? Have they been stolen or snatched away by someone behind the scenes?

Lacey had carefully inspected Team Leader Irving's house last night when sending Ms. Rebecca home and found nothing hidden.

Michelle also checked the items in Team Leader Owen's office, but found no hidden items either.

Luo An picked up the teacup, took a sip, and whispered to himself:

"Is it really taken away by the mastermind behind the scenes?"

"Everyone!"

At this moment, Michelle pushed open the door of the investigation team and walked in, holding up the documents in her hand:

"Pearson's autopsy report, as well as the booby traps and mechanical structures in Pearson's home, the Trace Inspection Department has completed all inspections!"

Lacey still gritted her teeth when she heard the booby trap.

She is only in her thirties this year, and there are many girls waiting for her. Lacey doesn't want to die young.

"Thanks a lot."

Luo An handed Michelle a cup of coffee, took the folder and started to look at it.

The Trace Inspection Section found no fingerprints or footprints at Pearson's home. The specific cause of Pearson's death was consistent with Luo An's previous judgment. It was indeed that he had been shot in the forehead before.

The gunshot that he and Lacey heard was just a inducing device to lure the eager two people to open the apartment door, and they were never killed by booby traps.

The mechanical devices in the apartment are indeed very clever and cannot be made by ordinary people. The Trace Inspection Section stated in the report that there are two guys in the FBI database who can make such mechanical devices.

One of them is currently studying in a prison in Los Angeles, and the other has gone to chat with God due to a car accident two years ago.

"Let's go to jail and interrogate that guy!"

After Luo An finished reading the report, Lacey also took it and took a look at it. Then she made fists with both hands and made a squeaking sound, with a ruthless look on her face:

"Ask who the guy passed his skills to in prison?"

For some motivated people, federal prison is a very good place, because they can learn new knowledge inside that they cannot learn outside, but can make a fortune.

Luo An closed the folder and put it aside, picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip:

"Not urgent."

Looking at this scene, Lacey's forehead was covered with black lines, and question marks popped up on her head:

"Why are we not anxious? That guy is definitely related to the booby trap that almost killed us! Aren't we going to interrogate him?"

"us……"

Luo An wanted to give a random reason to excuse Lacey, but as soon as he started speaking, he suddenly remembered something and his words suddenly stopped.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds. Luo An put the tea cup aside, suddenly reached out his hand and pulled the confused Lacey to him, and whispered:

"Lacie, there is a task for you. You must do it yourself. You must be careful during the process and do not attract anyone's attention..."

"?"

Hearing this, Lacey looked puzzled, and then her face darkened little by little. After hearing Luo An's words, she asked in a low voice:

"are you sure?"

"uncertain."

Luo An shook his head and replied:

"But that's the best possibility I can think of."

"OK, leave it to me."

The matter was important, and among the four members of the special investigation team, she was the only one suitable to carry out this task. Lacey nodded and agreed without hesitation, went to the equipment room for a few minutes, then opened the door of the investigation team and left quickly.

The exchanges between Luo An and Lacey were very low, and neither Mona nor Michelle heard what they said. Seeing Lacey leave the office area, Mona turned around and asked:

"What did you ask Lacey to do?"

"A little thing."

Luo An picked up the tea cup again. Seeing this, Michelle no longer asked about this matter, but asked another question:

"Then what is the direction of our next work?"

Luo An thought for a moment and said:

"Mona, please check Pearson's work content and interpersonal relationships.

Michelle, please go into the FBI database and check the identity information of the prisoner in prison who can make mechanical booby traps, and the details of the case in which he was imprisoned. "

Mona rolled her eyes at Luo An and turned to start working, while Michelle agreed with a smile:

"no problem."

As time passed, Pearson's information was quickly checked by Mona, and the information of the prisoner in the prison was also checked by Michelle.

Just when Luo An was about to check the computer screen, there was a sudden knock on the door of the Special Investigation Team.

Luo An said casually:

"Please come in!"

After the words fell, the door of the special investigation team was pushed open, and five white men in suits and ties, with a blue sign on their chest and serious faces, walked in.

Mona looked up in confusion, while Michelle's pupils shrank.

Without waiting for Luo An to ask questions, the middle-aged white man in the lead revealed his identity:

"Hello, I am Horst from the Supervision Department.

Deputy Team Leader Roan Greenwood, we have something we need your cooperation with. Please come with us. "

"Inspection Department?"

After hearing this, Luo An's expression remained unchanged, while Mona looked solemnly and looked back at Michelle.

Michelle stood up and walked to Luo An's side, looked at Horst, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner:

“According to Article 19 of Example 3 of the Office of the Ombudsman’s Work Guidelines, when there is a situation that requires the cooperation of FBI management personnel, and..., the specific content of the required cooperation must be made clear to the other party in person.

Roan Greenwood is the deputy leader of our special investigation team. He assumes the authority of the team leader when he is absent and is one of the managers in the regulations.

Therefore, please make it clear now why you came to our deputy leader of the special investigation team this time. Otherwise, deputy leader Roan Greenwood has the right to reject your request. "

"..."

What Michelle said made Luo An and Mona look at her with admiration, and several agents from the Supervision Department also looked at her with surprise.

"Michelle Davis, former Special Agent in Charge of the FBI's Prosecutor's Office in Washington."

Horst was not very surprised. He had already investigated the files of everyone in the Special Investigation Team before coming here.

So after hearing Michelle's words, Horst's expression remained unchanged and he said directly without any nonsense:

“According to our investigation, the bullet that killed Detective Pearson, and caused his death, came from one of the guns owned by a gunman from the William Maas Gang.

When your special investigation team dealt with the William Mas Gang some time ago, Deputy Team Leader Greenwood found two of the guns. We suspect that Deputy Team Leader Greenwood secretly hid the other guns. "

"What?"

Hearing this, Michelle subconsciously looked back at Luo An, while Mona's pupils trembled as she realized something.

Luo An didn't panic at all when he heard this. He looked at Michelle and asked with a smile:

"Michelle, there is a question about the rules that I would like to ask."

Michelle: "?"