Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 39 The water is too deep to grasp (please recommend)

   "It's safe, Ms. Sabina."

  In the villa, the moment Fraser collapsed to the ground, Sabina, who was wearing a lace hollow dress, softened and fell forward into Roan's arms.

  Roan subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the other party. Seeing that Sabina's hands were still tied behind his back, he hurriedly took out another pen from his pocket and broke it. At the same time, he lowered his head and asked with a stern expression:

   "Ms. Sabina, are you not injured?"

   "No, I'm fine."

   Sabina shook her head, looked up at Roan's face, touched Roan's cheek immediately after her hands were untied, and asked with a blurred look:

   "And you, Mr. Detective, are you injured?"

  “.”

  Roan's expression was a little stiff.

  But when he thought about the men and women who had served Sabina in the club, Luo An realized that this was Sabina's style.

   Those who have served Sabina are not ugly. Even Craig, a black youth, is a rare handsome guy among blacks who fits the aesthetics of whites.

  In addition, when Roan entered the room just now, Sabina stared straight at him, which made the murderer Fraser a little jealous. Sabina's behavior of touching Roan's face can only be said to have restrained a lot.

   "FBI!"

As soon as Roan took Sabina's hand away from his face, Lacey, holding the Glock 19, quickly ran up the stairs and rushed into the bedroom. After shouting slogans, he found that the murderer was lying on the ground with his back to him, and Roan was squatting. Holding Sabina on the ground.

   "Hoo—"

   Seeing that Roan was unharmed, Lacey put away her pistol and heaved a long sigh of relief, then slapped Roan on the shoulder fiercely, cursing:

"Fu-kYou! Roann Greenwood! Why are you so courageous? How dare you face gunmen wearing only body armor?! You are dying? Body armor can only protect your body, not you brain!"

   "I'm fine."

  Roan stood up from the ground, hugged Sabina in his arms, turned and left the bedroom and walked out of the villa, laughing:

   "Trust me, I regret my life."

   "Shit! You think I'll believe you?"

  Hearing what Roan said, Lacey gave him a **** at his back, but she scanned Roan carefully, and asked with a frown:

   "Roan, where is your gun hidden? Why didn't I see it?"

   "Hide a gun?"

  Roan turned around with a puzzled look on his face, he didn't understand what Lacey meant, or he was a little doubtful whether Lacey meant what he thought.

   Sabina in his arms reacted, and replied with an unnaturally red face:

   "Agent Roan didn't use a gun, he just used a pen to kill the gangster who hijacked me."

   "WTF?"

   Lacey gasped. She was too busy climbing over the wall to enter the villa just now, and didn't see the scene of Roan killing people at all.

  Hearing Sabina's words, Lacey turned around hurriedly, turned the corpse with its back to her, and only then saw the end of the small half of the pen in the middle of the forehead of the corpse.

  The air in the bedroom fell silent. After a long time, Lacey's somewhat abstract voice "HollySh-t!"

   "Hello! Mr. Agent!"

  As soon as Roan walked out of the villa with Sabina in his arms, a female reporter with long wine red hair ran over quickly, put the microphone on Roan's mouth, and asked excitedly with eyes full of stars:

   "What's your name, please? How did you manage to kill criminals with a pen? Is this move a new course taught by FBI agents? Also, do you have a girlfriend?"

  Roan: "."

   Looking down and seeing Sabina's expression of interest, Roan took a deep breath, grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing the standard eight teeth, smiled at the camera, and then turned to Linette and replied:

   "I'm sorry, Ms. Reporter, I still have work to do, so I can't answer. If you have any questions, please come back and attend our chief's press conference. She will answer all your questions, thank you."

  After speaking, Roan led Sabina to Darren's place, ignoring the female reporter's question.

   Seeing Roan's behavior, the cameraman curled his lips in displeasure:

   "What a proud man."

   "No, it's not arrogance!"

  Linette interrupted the cameraman's evaluation, staring at Roan's handsome back without blinking:

   "He doesn't talk nonsense when interviewed by reporters. This is a man with high emotional intelligence."

   Cameraman: "."

   Is it appropriate for you, a reporter, to say this?

   "OHMYGOD!"

  Seeing the two of Roan, Darren, who was already waiting to death, rushed up immediately, and hugged Sabina, his face flushed and his eyes filled with tears:

   "Sabina, dear, are you okay, are you injured? The gangster didn't hurt you, did he? Damn it, I would have known that I would not have gone on a business trip yesterday! It's all my fault, I'm sorry."

   Seeing her husband hugging her and not letting go, Sabina's eyes turned red, and she hugged his neck:

   "I'm fine, Darren, I'm fine, there's nothing hurt to worry about."

  Seeing Sabina who was crying whenever she wanted to, Roan was expressionless, and sighed in his heart that women are really born actors.

   Turning around to leave here, leaving space for the couple, Sabina suddenly stretched out her hand to hook Roan.

   "?"

  Roan turned around in doubt, and saw Sabina, who was holding Darren's neck and did not let go, with tears streaming down her eyes, gestured for the phone with one hand, and at the same time silently made a mouth shape to him:

   "Call Me (Call me)."

  “.”

  Luo An turned around and left without saying a word.

   This woman's rank is too high, and he should not go into this muddy water when he is young. The water is too deep, and he can't grasp it, and he is afraid of being drowned.

  —

  At the reception, I saw the handsome face of Roan facing the reporter's questions on TV, expressing that he could ask all the questions to the chief. Brosen's face turned red and then pale, and the knuckles of the hand holding the wine glass turned white.

   Matthews was at a loss when he saw this scene, and the hand holding the wine glass began to tremble unconsciously.

   "Browson."

  Wearing a suit, with a serious face and a big bald head, the elderly Caucasian Senator Ma Tai watched the picture on TV, narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked over after taking a sip of wine. He didn't care about Bruno Sen's ugly face, and asked directly:

   "What's the name of this agent? Do you have his contact information?"

  “.His name is Roan Greenwood, and I have his contact information.”

  Although Brosen wished to kill Roan on TV right now, he still gritted his molars in the face of Mr. Matai's question, tried to calm his voice, and replied:

   "I will send his relevant information and contact information to your assistant tomorrow."

   "OK."

  Member Ma Tai nodded in satisfaction, drank the liquid in the wine glass in one gulp, then handed the empty glass to Matthews without looking at Matthews' face, turned around and led the people away from the reception.

  “.”

  Looking at the wine glass in his hand and the back of Mr. Matai leaving, Matthews was dry. After a long silence, he still walked to Bruno Sen and asked in a low voice:

   "Sir, I."

   As soon as he said the beginning, Brosen turned around and looked at Matthews as if choosing someone to devour:

   "G-e-tO-u-t!"

  “.OK, sir.”

   Thanks to QFH for the reward, thanks to the fried dough sticks, Wu's Changge, Yijue Wanzai, mjnu and other book friends for their recommendation tickets, thank you!

  (end of this chapter)