Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 322 Private Airport, Luo An: No way, right?

The black SUV was driving forward quickly. When Lacey heard Luo An's words, she quickly turned around and looked back.

 “Don’t panic.”

Seeing Lacey’s nervous expression, Luo An explained:

 “One-half of one’s own people.”

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Lacie looked confused, Luo An pointed to a Buick car not far behind them, and smiled:

 “People from the Supervision Department.”

Just now, Luo An and Horst had a friendly exchange on the issue of the distribution of the profits after the case, and finally decided to split it 50-50.

However, one of the reasons why Horst agreed to this distribution agreement was that Luo An still held a clue about the lowest-level mastermind.

If the other party can be arrested before Luo An, Horst can reject the 50/50 split and renegotiate with Luo An.

 So as soon as Luo An left the scene, Horst sent someone to drive up and hoist him up.

 Luo An, who has long been aware of the follower, is not dissatisfied with Horst's approach. If he simply puts himself in his shoes, Luo An would do the same.

 It's just a matter of face, not as important as the actual benefits.

 “OK.”

After understanding the identity of the other party, Lacey sat back in the co-pilot and breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

 “Are you going to do this?

 The target location is a bit far away from here, so it is unrealistic without driving. This area is also a bit congested, so it may not be easy to get rid of the other party. "

 “It’s okay, I’ve been prepared.”

 Luo An gave Lacey a reassuring look, then turned the steering wheel and drove the SUV to another road.

 The Buick behind saw this and quickly followed.

 But just after turning the intersection, the two detectives in the Buick saw an SUV parked on the side of the road.

After getting out of the car and searching carefully for a while, the two Supervision Department agents looked at each other with ugly expressions, took out their mobile phones and called Horst:

 “Sorry, sir, we failed...”

On the other side, Lacey, who had changed into a set of clothes as Luo An requested, looked at the No. 2 SUV of the Special Investigation Team in front of her and said with surprise:

“Luo An, when did you prepare this car?”

 “Thrown here before.”

This SUV was the same car that Luo An left home with the steak and deliberately threw it near the shopping mall.

 After getting off the No. 1 SUV with Lacey, Luo An quickly took her through several streets, entered the shopping mall through a side door, and finally walked to the No. 2 SUV in the parking lot.

Luo An is not worried about whether the two Supervisory Department agents who are following him will discover this.

After the two agents who failed to track the SUV in the parking lot, Horst most likely will not continue to hand over the tracking task to them.

The detectives responsible for following the car for the second time most likely didn’t know about the SUV in front of them. By the time Horst told them about it, Luo An had already driven away from the mall during this time.

 “Cool.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lacey looked at Luo An with a smile after listening to his narration. When the car continued to move forward, she asked again:

“Luo An, you haven’t answered my previous question.

Those three senior officials responsible for reviewing the foundation’s external grants, which one is the real mastermind behind the scenes? "

“Naturally, he is the one who is most closely related to money, and he is relatively short of money.”

Luo An handed the phone to Lacey. Inside it was a senior official who Mona had found. She had many contacts with senior officials of SWAT, Homeland Security, and the Department of Criminal Justice.

　　——

At a private airport in northern Los Angeles, a thin, white-haired white man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was sitting in the waiting area, looking out the window expressionlessly. On the surface, he seemed to be unhurried, but the **** that kept rubbing together showed that his mood was not peaceful.

 Beside the gray-haired white man, there were four sturdy men in suits standing.

　　Raising his hand and looking at his watch, the gray-haired white man turned back and asked in a hoarse voice:

“How long will it take for the pilot to arrive?”

　　　…”

The man in a suit standing next to the white-haired man was just about to answer when a male laughter suddenly came from the door not far from the waiting area:

"It would have taken another minute, but my agents called the pilots three minutes ago and told them to go home and rest."

Seeing a man and a woman walking towards him not far away, the white-haired man narrowed his eyes and stood up:

“Deputy Leader of the Special Investigation Team, Roan Greenwood.”

“I didn’t expect my name to be spread so widely. I’m really surprised.”

The visitors were none other than Luo An and Lacey. They walked up to four sturdy men in suits. Luo An chuckled:

“Good evening, Chief Alexander Harris, Deputy Director of the Information Management Division, FBI Los Angeles Field Office.”

This deputy director of the Information Management Department is one of the main persons responsible for supervising the foundation's fund allocation review.

 Through his means of squeezing out and exchanging interests, the other two senior officials responsible for the review work have only the name of supervision but no actual supervision.

　　Patting the sturdy man in a suit and asking them to move aside, Alexander walked up to Luo An, with a slight smile at the corners of his eyes:

“I wonder what Deputy Team Leader Greenwood wants to see me for today?”

 “A small thing, very simple.”

Luo An said the catchphrase casually and said with a smile:

“It’s just that you took advantage of your position to steal money from FBI agents and SWAT members’ Injury and Disability Retirement Security Fund. This happened, so I’m here to ask you to return to the headquarters to cooperate with the investigation.”

 Alexander’s expression remained unchanged:

“Deputy Leader Greenwood, you will be held legally responsible for spreading rumors and making false accusations.”

 “We already have the evidence.”

“Evidence can also be forged.”

“You can confront the people in the Supervision Department about this later.”

Luo An decisively chose to pass the blame and was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with the other party. He crossed his hands, crunched his fists, and asked with a smile:

“I wonder which process Chief Alexander plans to follow?

 Shall I beat your four men with my fists first, and then you go with me? Or do you skip this step and go directly with me? "

Alexander, who was almost sixty years old, his eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he slowly backed away.

When the four men in suits saw this, they opened their mouths with ferocious expressions and walked up with their hands crossed and clenching fists.

There were only two people on Luo An’s side, he and Lacey, but there were four people on the opposite side. Alexander felt that the situation was stable, so he laughed:

“I’ve long heard that Deputy Team Leader Greenwood’s skills are extraordinary. This time…”

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Before Alexander could finish his words, Luo An pulled out a pistol from behind at lightning speed, aimed at the thighs of four muscular white men and pulled the trigger.

The next second after the four men fell to the ground wailing, Lacey took out a handcuff from behind and immediately stepped forward to cuff Alexander's hands.

　　　…”

The smile on Alexander's face froze. Everything happened so fast that he didn't even react.

 “What era is this, when we don’t use pistols but fists?”

 Luo An selectively ignored the words of the four people on the ground who scolded him for not practicing martial ethics and carrying out a sneak attack, and just used his fists to deceive them. Instead, he walked up to Alexander and said with a smile:

"You don't really think that I will compete with the four of them with my fists, and then I will be knocked to the ground by one move, and finally let you escape from here smoothly, right? No?"

When Alexander heard this, his face turned red and white, and his hair almost exploded with anger.

Waving to Lacey who was covering her mouth and snickering, she motioned for her to take Alexander away quickly. Then Luo An took out his mobile phone and called Mona:

 “What’s going on with the Supervision Department?”

 (End of this chapter)