Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 101 Find a bald white man

  Noon, Jacobs Federal Building.

  Ryder pushed open the door of the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, and yelled loudly as soon as he entered:

   "Everyone, I'm back!"

  When the detectives of the No. 5 investigation team heard the voice, they got up one after another, walked over with smiles on their faces and gave William a hug.

  William patted Ryder on the back hard:

   "Welcome back, Ryder!"

   "Don't say that, William."

  Ryder patted William on the back lightly, then rolled his eyes and said:

   "I only left for two days, not two years."

  William smiled and didn't say much. Ryder looked around and didn't see Roan and Lacey. He tilted his head and asked:

   "Where are Roan and Lacey?"

   "It's time to make a mock portrait."

  Beside Mona handed Ryder a cup of coffee, briefly explained what happened in the past two days, and finally said:

   "They have been away all morning, and they should be back soon."

   "OK."

  After listening to Mona's narration, Ryder nodded and returned to his station, preparing to wait for Roan to come back. He wanted to find Roan for something.

  Ryder didn't know exactly what happened that day. Fentanyl was too toxic. Before he could react, he felt his head start to float, and he couldn't control his muscles in the next second, and collapsed on the ground.

  But before Ryder was completely unconscious, he still felt Roan jump down the stairs and rushed to his side.

   But Ryder didn't feel Roan feeding him the potion later.

  Ryder at that time, according to his words, had "saw the white-bearded God waving at him."

   Later, Ryder woke up and looked at the ceiling in the ward, unable to tell whether it was real or not.

   It was Yvonne who slapped him **** the face, and Ryder knew that he had really come back to life, and did not go to see God.

  Ryder went to their home last night for the two SWAT guys who put him in the ambulance and thanked them very much.

  The only one who saved Ryder's life was Roan.

  According to what Yvonne knew, Roan was not the one who sent Ryder to the ambulance himself.

   But Ryder, who has been in battle all year round and only recently joined the FBI, has a feeling that Roan seems to be the one who really saved him.

  Although he didn't know why he felt this way, Ryder chose to trust his intuition, and now he really wanted to express his gratitude to Roan.

   "Everyone! The simulation portrait has come out!"

  Ryder didn't sit for a few minutes when Lacey and Roan strode in.

   Lacey held several large portraits in her hands, and shouted loudly:

   "This guy is the one to look for next!"

   "OK!"

"no problem!"

  The technicians of the No. 5 investigation team suddenly agreed, took the portrait in Lacey's hand, sat in front of the computer and started typing on the keyboard.

   "Roan, Lacey."

  Hearing someone calling him, Roan, who lowered his head to think about something, was taken aback for a moment. When he looked up and found that it was Ryder, he immediately showed a big smile, stepped forward and gave him a big hug:

   "Welcome back, buddy! I didn't expect you to come back to work today. Didn't Augustus approve you for a long time?"

   Lacey didn't hug Ryder, a muscular man, but just punched Ryder's arm with a smile on her face, and then gave Ryder a high-five.

  Ryder knew who Lacey was, and he didn't care about such a small thing as not embracing.

  After hearing Roan's words, Ryder was about to say something with a serious face when William suddenly shouted loudly:

   "Everyone, I'm afraid this Kevin has never been in prison.

  In the photos of prisoners in several large prisons in the New York area, there is no guy similar to Kevin! "

  At this point in time, face recognition technology is not yet very mature, and there are very few people who can be checked. Most of the people in the FBI resource pool are prisoners who have been in prison.

   After all, these people take pictures before going to prison.

  Facing the remaining ordinary people, the current face recognition system is useless most of the time.

   It wasn't until 2015, when the United States began to promote the face recognition boarding policy at airports across the country, that the FBI's database was gradually enriched.

  Of course, the database here refers to the criminal database, and there are other databases inside the FBI, but ordinary agents have no authority to enter.

   "Then check the prisons in other regions."

  Hearing what William said, Roan frowned and said:

   "You can check the states around New York, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey."

   "O...K."

  Hearing what Roan said, the corners of William and the other four technical agents twitched, but they still lowered their heads and got busy.

  Seeing William and others start working, Roan looked at Ryder again, tilted his head and asked:

   "Ryder, what did you want to say just now?"

"…nothing."

  Seeing that everyone was busy, Ryder swallowed a bunch of words in his mouth, then grinned, and patted Roan on the shoulder:

   "I just got off work today, and I want to invite you to my house for dinner."

   "OK."

  Hearing this, the corners of Luo An's mouth rose, and he immediately nodded in agreement.

   Someone invited me to dinner last night, and tonight...

  Roan raised his mouth and cast his eyes on Mona.

  Do you want to go to her house for a meal the day after tomorrow?

  Mona shuddered violently, feeling as if something bad was staring at her.

  Time moved forward slowly, and the keyboard in the office area kept ringing, but the agents of the No. 5 investigation team did not find the Kevin in the portrait.

  During the process, William and others did find a few people who looked very similar to the people in the portrait.

   But after careful investigation, either there were witnesses to prove that the person was with him when the bank robbery happened, or that person was no longer in New York and had no ability or time to commit the crime.

"this…"

   Picking up the coffee on the side and taking a big sip, Mona rubbed her sore fingers, tilted her head and looked at Roan:

   "Is there a possibility that the two women remembered Kevin's appearance wrongly? Or the portraitist made a mistake?"

   "It's not impossible, but..."

  Roan touched his chin. After pondering for a long time, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the number and called Norton.

   "Roan?"

  The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, and it was clear that Norton was not in the FBI building.

   "Good afternoon, Norton."

  Roan simply said hello, without any nonsense, and directly told the other party that he couldn't find anyone now.

"Simple!"

  Hearing Roan's question, Norton on the other end of the phone smiled slightly and said directly:

   "Now send that simulated portrait to our Organized Crime Investigation Section.

  As long as the portrait is accurate and the gap with the real person is not too big, I will be able to find this person for you soon! "

  Norton waved his hand. Their Organized Crime Investigation Bureau has special connections with more than half of the gangs in New York.

   They have done this many times to find someone, and this kind of thing is nothing to them.

  Of course, not everyone can ask the Organized Crime Investigation Section for help in this kind of matter.

   Those who are not familiar with the relationship will be ignored by the Organized Crime Investigation Section.

   "Thank you, Norton."

"You're welcome!"

  Norton chuckled, and after making an appointment with Roan to go fishing on the weekend, he hung up the phone.

   "I'll go."

  Hung up the phone, and before Roan could say anything, Ryder picked up the portrait, smiled at Roan, and strode away from No. 5 investigation team.

   I don’t know what method the Organized Crime Investigation Section used. After only three hours, Ryder returned to the No. 5 investigation team, and at the same time brought back a piece of paper with rough information on the person who simulated the portrait:

  Fletcher-Walker, 29 this year, lives in Queens.

  After calling out all the information about Fletcher according to the information, Mona was speechless and spread her hands:

   "No wonder we couldn't find him, this man was a boy scout two months ago!"

  Hearing this, Roan was taken aback:

"What's the meaning?"

  (end of this chapter)