Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 514 Plane, meeting Kennedy again, new case situation

At nine-thirty in the evening, a black Ford car roared past on the streets of Los Angeles.

The person driving the car was the personal secretary of Nasim, the director of the FBI's Los Angeles branch. He was very good at driving. While the speed was fast, the interior of the car was also very stable.

Luo An was sitting in the back seat, looking at the receding scenery outside the window with an expressionless expression.

Before leaving the dinner, Director Nasim repeatedly emphasized to Luo An in a low voice that his mobile phone must be turned off and no one could be contacted during the whole journey. This made Luo An full of doubts and guessing what happened.

Not long after, the black Ford arrived at the small airport of the FBI's Los Angeles branch. Director Nasim's secretary quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Luo An:

 “Go straight ahead.”

 “OK, thank you.”

Smoothly turning on the "emotional perception" in his mind, Luo An got out of the car and thanked his secretary. The secretary nodded, turned back to the car, and drove the Ford directly away.

In the dark night, red and blue lights flashed on the ground in the center of the runway at the small airport of the FBI's Los Angeles branch.

There are some tall warehouses around the runway, where small aircraft used by FBI Los Angeles branch agents for emergency trips are parked, as well as some special-purpose helicopters.

 Under the dark night, gusts of cold wind blew in my face.

Wearing a suit, Luo An stood alone on the asphalt concrete ground of the airport. When he saw the lights of a large warehouse not far away, he narrowed his eyes slightly and walked over quickly with his thighs open.

In the large warehouse, the lights were shining, and parked was a small plane with a familiar style. Luo An had flown in this plane before when he took the special investigation team to San Francisco on a business trip.

When Luo An walked into the warehouse, there were several workers busy under the small plane.

Just as Luo An was about to walk over and ask, a very strong black man suddenly walked up not far away. He asked expressionlessly:

 “Roan Greenwood?”

 “That’s right.”

Luo An looked at him and nodded. Seeing that he was right, the black man took out a black hood from behind and grinned:

 “Sorry, please understand.”

　　　…”

 After saying that, the black man put the hood directly on Luo An's head. Luo An lost his vision and could only be led forward by the other party.

But Luo An didn't panic. On the one hand, his "emotional perception" told him that the other party had no ill intentions.

On the other hand, Luo An has just memorized the layout of this warehouse, and the "emotional perception" in his mind has nothing to do with vision. Even if he closes his eyes, he can find where the people around him are.

Contrary to what Luo An imagined, the other party did not take him to the small plane in the center of the warehouse, but took him to a helicopter at the other end of the warehouse.

 The helicopter started, and Luo An, the black man, and a helicopter pilot flew into the sky amidst bursts of roar.

 About ten minutes, Luo An felt the helicopter slowly descending and finally stopped somewhere.

The black man pulled Luo An, who was wearing a hood, out of the helicopter. He continued to walk forward for a while, opened the door and took him into a room. He pressed Luo An on a chair without letting him take off his hood and said:

 “Sit down and rest for a while until someone comes to see you later.”

After saying that, the black man turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, Luo An, who was wearing a hood on the chair, suddenly said:

 “The person is already opposite me, why do I have to wait?”

　　　…”

Hearing this, the black man immediately stopped and looked at Luo An in surprise, and then looked at the person sitting opposite Luo An in surprise.

Seeing the person opposite waving to him, the black man nodded, took a deep look at Luo An, then turned and walked out of the room.

 “Can I take off my hood?”

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Luo An turned his head to his right side and asked aloud:

 “This thing is very boring.”

After the words fell, a chuckle came from Luo An’s right side:

 “Of course, please do so.”

 Raising his hand and taking off his hood, Luo An squinted his eyes to adjust to the light in the room, and briefly checked the layout of the room.

This room is not big and the layout is very simple. Apart from the light tubes on the ceiling, there are only two chairs on the floor and a big computer monitor on the table. Sitting on the chair opposite Luo An was a middle-aged white man with short hair, no beard, and wearing a black suit.

The man's face was very familiar to Luo An. It was the deputy director of the FBI's Washington Headquarters in Washington, D.C., who Luo An and Veranith met when they attended a banquet together: Trick Kennedy (Chapter 221)

 “Good evening, Roan.”

 “Good evening, Mr. Kennedy.”

Trick Kennedy raised the corners of his mouth, took the hood that Luo An took off his head, and asked with some confusion:

“Tell me, please, how did you find someone across from you?

 I obviously didn’t move, and I had already controlled my breathing very well. "

 “Intuition.”

Luo An grinned. The moment he entered the room, the "emotional perception" in his mind discovered the other person's existence.

Trick Kennedy didn’t believe this explanation, but couldn’t think of any other reasons, so he could only smack his lips and look at Luo An in admiration:

 “Well, a great intuition.”

 “So, what’s going on today?”

Luo An glanced around, spread his hands and asked:

“I thought I would take a plane to the FBI headquarters in Washington, but I didn’t expect that I would still be in Los Angeles.

It's so mysterious, do you want me to be an agent to perform some mission? "

“It’s not like I’m an agent, I just have a case that needs to be handled by this excellent leader of the special investigation team.”

Trick Kennedy took out a briefcase from behind his back, took out a folder and handed it to Luo An, while explaining:

“Three days ago, Mr. Alexander Henderson, director of the Information Management Division of the FBI’s Washington headquarters, collided with a large truck while driving his car on his way to work and died on the spot.

The driver of the large truck died at the scene of the crime due to excessive blood loss before the police arrived. "

"Wow."

Looking at the photos of the crime scene in the folder and the autopsy reports of the truck driver and Alexander, Luo An’s expression remained unchanged and he asked:

“There are so many powerful guys in the FBI headquarters in Washington. It seems that this kind of murder case doesn’t require me to be the leader of a small special investigation team.”

 “Don’t underestimate yourself, Roan.

The case detection rate of the special investigation team you lead is among the best even at the FBI headquarters in Washington. "

Trick Kennedy stood up and walked to Luo An, smiled and patted his shoulder, and then introduced:

“In addition to this case, we also found out one more thing.

 Before his death, Minister Alexander arranged for three agents from the FBI's Washington headquarters to work with the Chicago branch's special investigation team to secretly investigate and handle a case.

But after the car accident, the three headquarters detectives and the Chicago branch's special investigation team, a total of ten people, all went into a state of loss of contact.

 No one knows where they went, or whether they were alive or dead. "

“Chicago Division’s Special Investigations Unit?”

Luo An was stunned for a moment, remembering the other party's situation.

The leader of the special investigation team, named Eason Patel, is the guy who made Luo An face the wrath of the Washington headquarters when he wanted to use him as a gun when he went to the Washington headquarters for an interview (Chapter 362)

Later, Luo An saw through the other party's idea and tricked the other party during the interview, allowing the other party to successfully "promote" and be responsible for starting to handle cases in a state.

Luo An originally thought that the other party had been dealing with old difficult cases, but he didn't expect that he had lost contact now.

 Closing the folder, Luo An looked up at Trick Kennedy and asked:

“So, you want me to find these ten missing agents?”

Trick-Kennedy nodded and then added:

“And find out what case Minister Alexander asked these ten people to investigate before he was alive; who was behind the murder of Minister Alexander; and what was the reason behind the murder.”

 Luo An frowned:

“There are so many agents at the FBI headquarters in Washington, why are they looking for me?”

“Because you are good enough, and I can only confirm that you, and your Special Investigation Team, have no connection with Minister Alexander.”

 Speaking of this, Trick Kennedy's face darkened:

“Those people in the Washington headquarters, maybe.”

 (End of this chapter)