Legendary FBI Detective

Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Atlantic City is located 97 kilometers southeast of Philadelphia and 201 kilometers south of New York. It is a world-famous coastal tourist city and was once a gambling city as famous as Las Vegas.

At 7:30 in the evening, on a street in the north of Atlantic City, in a corner that was not illuminated by street lights, an eight-seater MPV parked quietly on the side of the road.

"I didn't expect that guy Anthony Solin would end up here."

In the back seat of the MPV, Lacey looked at the luxury restaurant not far away with a telescope and took a big bite of bread.

In a luxurious restaurant, Anthony Sorin was dressed in a suit and sat on both sides of the table with a very handsome white man.

The two chatted and laughed happily while tasting the food, holding hands from time to time. Anthony Solin occasionally touched each other's thigh lightly, looking very happy.

"..."

Feeling a little irritated, Winslow grinned and looked away, picked up the coffee and handed it to Lacey, smiling:

"Obviously, this guy Anthony Solin came to Atlantic City to have fun."

"Yes, his meal costs thousands of dollars."

Lacey complained unhappily, then suddenly smiled and said:

"But thanks to Luo An, we can't afford it."

Winslow and Chenelle, who were sitting next to each other, looked at each other and laughed. The reason why their living standards have been improved is undoubtedly because they followed the right person. Chenelle smiled and asked:

"How's it going over there, Luo An?"

"He is contacting the FBI and SWAT team in Atlantic City, but there seems to be a slight problem."

Lacey took a sip of coffee and said:

"But we can trust Roan. He has always been very capable. Our task now is to keep an eye on Anthony Solin."

"OK."

The eight-seater MPV slowly became quiet. In the distance, at the corner of another street, three SWAT personnel carriers were parked in the shadows, and a bread command vehicle was parked next to them.

In the command car, Michelle and Mona were sitting on the left side making preparations. On the right side, in addition to Luo An, there was a middle-aged white man wearing a black suit.

The man in the suit is named Vincent. He is the local FBI in Atlantic City and is responsible for contacting Luo An's special investigation team.

At first, Vincent held a negative opinion when Luo An proposed that the arrest operation would require the support of three SWAT teams.

First, he believed that Anthony Thorin was not worthy of such a huge effort; second, the three SWAT teams had too many personnel, and the impact during the operation was bound to be considerable. Vincent was worried about attracting the attention of the reporters and being reported, causing trouble.

Regarding Vincent's first thought, Luo An took out Anthony Solin's previous records of encounters with the hostage rescue team and handed them to him.

As for Vincent's second thought, Luo An didn't say much and directly called Mr. Clement and Mr. Morgan from the club.

Five minutes later, Vincent received an order from his superiors, requiring him to fully cooperate with Luo An's team's actions.

Vincent\t:"……"

Facing Vincent's shocked and complicated eyes, Luo An smiled and patted his shoulder gently and said:

"Don't worry, I don't like those reporters either."

Luo An did not plan to carry out an arrest operation in the middle of downtown Atlantic City. He was mainly worried about and avoiding more passers-by being injured.

So Roan ordered Lacey, Winslow and Michelle to follow Anthony Thorin, find out where he was staying, and then prepare to raid and arrest him when he was not prepared.

Mona and Michelle, who are following Luo An, are currently calling surveillance cameras in nearby areas, preparing to keep an eye on Anthony Solin's movements through the Internet.

Hearing Luo An's words, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief:

"Sorry, Team Leader Luo An."

"I understand."

Luo An smiled. The group of journalists from the Federation were definitely one of the hardest people to mess with. The charm of journalism was fully reflected in them.

After talking about the matter and briefly shaking hands, Luo An and Vincent began to laugh and discuss the subsequent action plan.

Not long after, Mona stopped typing on the keyboard, turned around and said:

"Team leader, regional surveillance is ready."

"Good."

Luo An nodded with satisfaction, and just as he was about to speak, Michelle suddenly frowned and said:

"Team leader, something happened!"

Mona was stunned for a moment and quickly turned around. Vincent immediately moved his chair and came closer. Luo An asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Anthony Solin left the table!"

Michelle tapped the computer keyboard a few times to bring up the internal monitoring of the high-end restaurant, and spoke quickly:

"Anthony Solin got up and went to the bathroom just now, but he hasn't come out yet!"

Luo An frowned slightly and immediately pressed the communicator next to his ear:

"Chenelle?"

Cheniel's voice soon sounded in the communicator:

"Lacey and Winslow have already gotten out of the car and went over to check on the situation. There's nothing wrong so far."

"OK."

Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the computer screen without saying much. Michelle, Mona and Vincent also stared at the computer screen, and the command car suddenly became very quiet.

"Tsk-wow-"

Suddenly, a harsh electric sound suddenly sounded from the communication device in several people's ears, followed by Lacey's urgent and cursing shout:

"Team leader! Anthony Solin found out something was wrong for some reason. He ambushed us in the bathroom and now ran away from the back of the restaurant!"

"Fu-k!"

Chenie suddenly cursed, and Luo An quickly rushed out of the command vehicle without hesitation, got into the SUV next to him, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, and said quickly:

“Mona, Michelle, find someone through surveillance immediately!

Vincent, lead the SWAT team to start the hunt! "

"Understood!" x3

The three of them agreed in unison. Vincent immediately led the SWAT team to carry out the operation. Luo An then changed the channel and asked:

"Lacie, how are you and Winslow doing now?"

"I'm fine, I just got a few punches in the face."

Lacey's tone was a little unhappy, and the sound of running echoed in the background of the communicator, and she said:

"But Winslow's head was hit and he bled a little."

"That's okay with me too."

Winslow's voice sounded through the communicator immediately, his tone full of anger:

"That cousin, Anthony Thorin, drove a Ford eastbound. The license plate number is xxx! Let's chase him immediately!"

"found it!"

As soon as Winslow finished speaking, Mona's voice immediately followed:

"Luo An, that car is moving quickly towards Route 63 on the east side! You turn left at the intersection ahead and go straight! Vincent and the others are not far behind you!"

"OK."

Luo An immediately turned the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator. In the astonished eyes of passers-by and drivers, the SUV disappeared in front of them like black lightning.

In the personnel carrier not far behind, several SWAT team members' eyelids jumped when they saw the SUV disappear instantly. Vincent twitched his face and pressed the communicator:

"Agent Mona, it seems, maybe, maybe we won't be able to catch up with Team Leader Luo An."

"You turn right."

Mona's tone was very calm, she had expected this, and said:

"Follow my command, we will surround Anthony Thorin from the front."

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There were a lot of vehicles on Route 63 at eight o'clock in the evening, and many drivers were cursing and waiting to move forward.

Suddenly, a Ford sedan suddenly jumped out of the traffic, moving left and right at high speed. Many drivers were frightened and yelled, and some of the more grumpy guys took out pistols from under their buttocks.

But before they could fire, several grenades suddenly fell out of the Ford sedan.

"?!"xN