Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 599 FBI Director, Speaker of Congress

 “Why is there another person?”

At a crossroads on a certain highway in New York, not long after the team left the manor, they got off the car midway, changed their outfits, and got into a van according to the instructions.

 The two were surprised to find that in the car, in addition to Luo An, Mona and the target Francisco, there was also a white man who was sleeping soundly.

 “This guy is a truck driver.”

When everyone arrived, Luo An immediately drove away. Mona briefly described the car accident and the identity of the truck driver.

 Lacie and Chenelle frowned. Lacey asked first:

“Where did you get this car?”

 “Borrowed from passers-by.”

Luo An smiled. When he drove away in the ambulance, he already had the idea of ​​​​changing cars halfway.

 The ambulance target is too conspicuous, and there are monitoring and positioning inside, making it easy to be discovered and found.

As for whether the owner of the van would not reveal this, Luo An was not worried, because the car had been parked on the side of the road for a long time, covered with dust, and had not been driven for a long time.

Chenelle frowned slightly. Lacey looked at the sleeping truck driver behind her and complained:

The bald white man looked serious, stretched out his hand and knocked on the table, and said in a solemn voice:

 Ledger? Video footage of someone? Or is it something else? "

 Meanwhile, FBI headquarters in Washington.

“Team Leader Luo An, I am willing to pay 5 million US dollars and hand over all those things to you. How about you let me go?”

The van was driving forward quickly. Chenier looked at Francisco with a very serious face and asked:

 “What exactly do you have in your hand?

Not only did the Secret Service come forward, but it also caused the Secret Service to send a truck driver to hit our team leader in an attempt to hinder his arrest? ! "

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Sending a truck driver to hit Roan not only didn’t look like something the Secret Service would do, but it was also unnecessary because it would only make things worse.

Luo An chuckled, a flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of Mona and Chenelle, Lacey was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, and asked directly:

 “What on earth is it?”

After the brief contact just now, Luo An speculated that the goal of the Secret Service was to collect or cover up this case.

“Has this guy not slept for several months? He was carried around by Luo An and Mona and couldn’t wake up for so long?”

The car owner probably won't mind if Luo An drives him away now.

 “You said one thing wrong, Chenelle.”

Luo An, who had secretly filled the truck driver’s bottle of [sleeping potion] before without anyone noticing, his eyelids twitched and he changed the subject:

“The truck driver’s matter is not important, the most important question now is Francisco, what do you have in your hands.

Francisco was silent for a moment and asked tentatively:

 “There is no need to say such things.”

Roan's question was raised, and several people in the car immediately turned their attention to Francisco, who was sitting next to him with a bandage on his head.

Without waiting for Francisco to answer, Luo An shook his head first and said:

“That truck driver was most likely not sent by the Secret Service, but by someone else.”

At this time, Mr. Clement did not stay in his office as usual, but sat in an office larger than his, facing an elderly white man with a somewhat bald head.

Roan frowned slightly when he heard this, while Mona, Lacey and Chenelle instantly widened their eyes with shock on their faces.

Francisco was silent for a long time, sighed, and uttered a few words.

“The Secret Service just called me and said that the FBI took the first step and arrested the suspect. What exactly happened?”

“Sorry, Director, I don’t know what happened.”

Mr. Clement looked calm, looked at the FBI director in front of him, and said unhurriedly:

“As you know, not long after I came back, I received an order from Director You and issued a notice in accordance with your request.

 I didn’t have any involvement in what happened next. "

 Sitting opposite Mr. Clement, the man behind the large desk is none other than FBI Director Robert.

Director Robert glanced at Mr. Clement and then said:

 “Go back and figure this out as soon as possible.”

 “OK.”

 Mr. Clement nodded, stood up and walked out of the director's office. The door was closed. Director Robert leaned back, closed his eyes and began to rub his temples.

The previous president’s eight-year term is about to end, and the federation is about to start a new presidential election. The FBI is nominally a neutral law enforcement agency, a tool to uphold federal laws and has nothing to do with matters in the political arena.

 However, the so-called separation of powers in the federation is actually not separated at all in many matters.

As the FBI director appointed by the president, Robert also cannot get rid of the problem of position.

Director Robert was sitting in the office, frowning and thinking. After Mr. Clement walked out of the room, he was just about to ask the secretary waiting in the corridor to contact Veranith, when the phone in the secretary's hand rang.

Mr. Clement frowned slightly, took the phone and pressed the answer button. Luo An’s voice immediately sounded on the phone:

 “Good afternoon, Mr. Clement.”

 “Good afternoon, Roan.”

Mr. Clement replied casually, briefly recounted what Director Robert had just asked him, and then asked:

“Is the suspect in the serial murder case now in the hands of your Investigation Team No. 13?”

 “That’s right.”

Luo An said while driving:

 “We succeeded in arresting the other party.”

Mr. Clement frowned slightly when he heard this, and was about to repeat the order he had given Verenis before, that is, to start the operation tomorrow, but Roan said first:

“In addition, according to our interrogation, there is some connection between this case and Mike.”

 “Mike?”

Mr. Clement was stunned for a moment, thought of something quickly, and asked in a deep voice:

 “Which Mike?”

Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and replied:

 “That’s the Mike you were thinking of, Mr. Clement.”

There are hundreds of thousands of men named Mike in the entire federation, but after hearing Luo An's words, Mr. Clement's breathing suddenly became slightly faster.

At this moment, Veranith suddenly walked out of the corner of the corridor in the distance, walked quickly to Mr. Clement, handed him a folder expressionlessly, and said:

 “Sir, urgent document.”

Mr. Clement looked slightly moved, took the folder and looked at it for a few times, then quickly picked up the phone and asked:

“Luo An, are you sure the news is 100% correct?”

 “I can’t be sure.”

Hearing the other party’s question, Luo An immediately gave a negative answer.

Mr. Clement’s face stiffened, and Veranith frowned slightly when she saw this. When she was about to say something, Roan, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and added:

"But those people from the Secret Service are chasing us now, and I trust their judgment more."

Mr. Clement no longer hesitated after hearing this and immediately said:

 “I’ll send someone to pick you up right away.”

 “OK.”

Hang up the phone, Mr. Clement was about to order Veranith, but Veranith said first:

 “I have sent someone to pick up Team Leader Luo An and the others.”

Mr. Clement glanced at Veranith in surprise, nodded without saying anything, turned around and took his secretary to the director's office again.

 Knocking on the door and entering, Director Robert’s face darkened:

“You figured it out so quickly? What exactly happened?”

Mr. Clement stepped forward, placed the folder on the director’s desk, and said:

“The Secret Service did not tell the truth. This matter actually has something to do with Speaker of Congress Mike Monroe.”

 “What?”

　　Hearing the word Speaker of Parliament, Director Robert was very surprised. He quickly picked up the folder and read it carefully.

At the same time, on the other side, on a highway from New York to Washington, D.C., a van was driving quickly in front, followed closely by four SUVs, forming a beautiful scenery.

 (End of this chapter)