Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 135 Vicious mail

   "The woman in the video is Ancona, 46 years old, and one of the people cleaning up the floor where the press conference was held."

  Mona showed Ancona's information to Roan, and then called up another surveillance video:

  At the beginning of the press conference, Ancona used to walk around the corridor outside the conference room with a mop in her hand, always putting her left hand in her pocket.

  The moment the explosion happened, Ancona seemed to be frightened. She sat down on the ground first, and then hurriedly took advantage of the chaos and left there in a hurry with the others.

   "It seems that she is the one who remotely controlled the bomb and made it explode."

   After watching the two videos, Roan pursed the corners of his mouth, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he tilted his head and said to Mona in a deep voice:

   "Can that car find out anything useful?"

   "No."

  Mona shook her head, frowned after tapping the keyboard a few times and said:

   "The license plate on that car is fake.

  According to the surveillance video on the highway, it was only found that the car drove into downtown Brooklyn. "

  Downtown Brooklyn, where you just drop that car on the side of the road and have a helpful guy clean it up in minutes.

  Roan was silent for a moment, thought for a while and said:

   "Check Ancona's recent financial situation and see if I can find any useful clues."

   "OK."

  Mona nodded, and continued typing on the keyboard with her ten fingers.

   Time moves forward quickly, and it will soon be time to get off work.

  After get off work, Luo An and the others did not go home immediately, but drove to the hospital to visit Verinisi.

  But at this time, Vernis hadn't woken up yet, and was still lying on the hospital bed and lethargic.

  Looking at each other, Luo An and the others had no choice but to leave first and come back tomorrow.

  —

  The next day, Mr. Ma Tai's house.

  Sitting in a study room as large as the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, Roan and Lacey looked at each other and quietly sipped their coffee.

  Yesterday’s shooting case, NYPD has handed over to investigation team No. 5.

  Ancona’s bank account’s economic status Mona didn’t find anything abnormal, but if the other party got the banknotes but chose to hide them, then Mona would naturally not be able to find out.

  So in the end Mona chose to go to Ancona’s home with Ryder to take a look, and at the same time visit Ancona’s relatives and friends to see if they could find any useful information.

   "All dinner invitations canceled for this week!"

   At this moment, a somewhat angry voice suddenly came from the corridor outside the study.

  The next second, the door of the study was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a long face and short beard walked in with an elderly white man in a suit.

   "Also, I also rejected the CNN interview!

   My dad just passed away and they invited me on the show! **** it."

  Matey’s son, Wilbur Mattey’s face was full of anger, while the elderly white man beside him was full of sadness.

  Roan and Lacey looked at each other, and Lacey got up first and stretched out her hand to Wilbur:

   "Hello, we are FBI agents, this time we are"

   "I know, you are here to investigate the bombing."

   Before Lacey finished speaking, Wilbur interrupted her with a wave of his hand, walked quickly to the desk, picked up a glass of wine and poured it all into his throat, then turned his head and said:

   "Sorry, my father passed away so suddenly, I was dealing with things yesterday afternoon and evening, so I need a drink to pick myself up now."

   Seeing Wilbur's red eyes, Lacey frowned slightly and asked:

   "So can we start?"

"Can."

  Wilbur nodded, then picked up a bottle of wine and took another swig.

   Lacey frowned when she saw this, and turned her head to look at Roan.

  Roan didn't talk nonsense, he took out a notebook directly from his pocket, and asked with a serious face:

   "Mr. Wilbur, have you found anyone suspicious recently?"

"I have no idea."

  Wilbur shook his head, expressing that he had to go to work every day, and Mr. Matai went to different places every day. He didn't know Mr. Matai's daily experience.

  Roan heard the words, casually wrote in the notebook, and continued to ask:

   "Then, has your father offended anyone recently?"

   "My father is a member of parliament, how could he not offend anyone."

  Hearing this question, Wilbur sneered:

   "Recent words."

   "Ahem!"

   Halfway through Wilbur's words, the elderly white man who had been standing beside him suddenly coughed.

  The intense coughing sound startled Wilbur. After he came to his senses, he hurriedly threw the wine in his hand aside, and said:

   "I have a headache, you should ask him the next question."

  Roan and Lacey frowned when they heard this, and turned their attention to the elderly white man.

   "Two agents."

  Seeing the eyes of the two, the old white man slowly showed a smile, and said softly:

   "My name is Adam, and I am the steward of the Matai family."

   "Hello, Adam."

  Roan stretched out his hand to suppress the agitated Lacey, and then continued to ask without changing his expression:

   "As the steward of the Matai family, you must know a lot about Matai's experience during his lifetime.

   Excuse me, has Congressman Ma Tai offended anyone recently? "

"Sorry, I"

  Adam smiled slightly, and just about to deny it, Roan said directly:

   "I know what you want to say, but what I want to tell you is that although Congressman Matai is dead, the explosion may not be over, and the Wilbur next to you is likely to be targeted by the murderer.

  Although you can ask bodyguards to protect you at all times, but the bodyguards will always relax, and the murderer will never relax, so you can imagine the consequences yourself.”

   "What?"

   Seeing Roan say these words with a serious face, the corner of Lacey's mouth trembled, Adam frowned, and Wilbur straightened up instantly:

   "Where did you get the news that the murderer was after me?"

  Roan didn't answer, just smiled, and turned his gaze to Adam.

  “.”

  Adam fell into deep thought, while Wilbur started scratching his head and drinking heavily.

   There was a long silence in the room, and when Wilbur was about to bear it, Adam finally raised his head, looked at Roan and said:

   "Mr. Detective, when Mr. Ma Tai was still there, not long ago, he received an email every day on his computer.

  The content of the email is very vicious. It has repeatedly threatened to use a bomb to kill Mr. Matai. "

  —

  The pitch-black SUV sped toward the Jacob Federal Building.

   "Nice job, Roan."

   Lacey was sitting in the co-pilot, looking down at the computer that Adam handed them over, and asked with a smile:

   "Roan, do you think that butler Adam finally told the truth?"

"of course not."

  Roan shook his head, but with a simple thought, he guessed what the other party was hiding.

  It is nothing more than the other congressmen and organizations that Ma Tai offended because of different interests or camps during his lifetime.

  But those people or organizations are all for money in the final analysis, and they will not send bombs into the FBI's territory to bomb Matai Congressman.

   After all, doing so also offended the FBI, and offending the FBI would do no good to these people.

Jingle Bell-

   Just as the SUV was about to arrive at the Jacobs Federal Building, the phone in Lacey's pocket suddenly rang.

  (end of this chapter)