Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 621: Interrogation, black people, federal land does not support idlers

 The next day, Sunday, 9:30 a.m., FBI headquarters in Washington, office area of ​​Investigation Team 13.

 Lacie was sitting at her work station, sorting out information and introducing last night's operations to other agents.

Hearing that Roan went up to open the travel bag without changing his expression, Winslow and Chenelle looked in admiration, while Michelle and Mona were very nervous.

“Everyone, this month’s salary and bonus for solving the case have been distributed. Please check to see if there are any errors or omissions.”

At this moment, Luo An walked out of the team leader’s office, shook his cell phone, and said with a smile:

“The overtime pay for these days will also be paid.”

"Wow."

"marvelous!"

 “Love you so much, Roan!”

Winslow and others looked at each other and took out their mobile phones and thanked and praised Luo An loudly. Mona did not pay attention to this matter. She stood up and walked to Luo An and asked in a low voice:

 “What happened to the bomb yesterday?”

“Before the action started, I had noticed the bag in Hammak’s hand.

 Soon, Ham-Mark was brought into the interrogation room, and Roan and Chenelle sat on the chairs opposite the interrogation table with their notebooks.

“Lessie, Winslow, you go and take Hammack to the interrogation room.

 All the agents who received their salaries and bonuses were full of energy and immediately nodded loudly and accepted the order.

 “Is there anything wrong?”

Roan briefly introduced Ham-Mark’s identity information, then took a sip of coffee and asked:

 “Don’t worry, I’m measured.”

 “OK!”

If there was really a bomb in that travel bag, the "emotional perception" would definitely give a frantic warning, but yesterday everything was normal. Luo An used this to infer that Ham-Mark was just bluffing, and wanted to use the lie of the bomb to force Luo An to People let themselves go.

Mona immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Winslow, Chenille and others next to her also heard Luo An’s explanation and gave him a thumbs up with admiration.

After the agents confirmed that there were no mistakes in wages, bonuses, etc., Luo An brought the topic to the point and ordered:

However, this reason is not convenient to explain, so Luo An only stated his observations and reasonable inferences before taking action.

 In addition to this reason, Luo An opened up the "emotional perception" in his mind from the moment he arrived at the station.

From the moment he got off the car to looking for a cigarette, the whole process was very natural. Although he was holding the travel bag, he didn’t pay much attention to it.

 Chenelle, be prepared and join me for interrogation later. "

“Ham Mark, 49 years old, white, biological male, has a case of sexual assault on his body…”

If there was a bomb in the travel bag, he must have been very focused, and it couldn't be in that state..."

"no problem!"

"No."

Roan knew that Mona was worried about him, so he smiled and explained:

Ham-Mark shook his head, licked his chapped lips, and asked:

 “Can I get a cup of coffee?”

"certainly."

Luo An smiled and did not refuse the other party's small request. He went out and poured him a cup of coffee.

Seeing Ham Mark pick up the coffee cup and drink it all in one gulp, Luo An picked up the coffee pot, filled it up for him, and asked with a smile:

 “You should know why we arrested you.”

 “I know, I saw the explosion on the news.”

 Ham-Mark smacked his lips, raised his head and looked at Luo An with a serious face, and said:

 “But I really don’t know what’s going on!

 That bomb was not made by me, I was really just a courier! "

 Chenelle frowned slightly:

 “Then why are you running?”

Ham-Mark moved his eyes to Chenier and asked:

“The express delivery I delivered exploded! It killed a bunch of people, how could I not run away?!”

Cheniel said coldly:

“You have other options, such as going to the street and surrendering to an NYPD officer.”

"Ah-"

Ham-Mark smiled disdainfully, pointed at Luo An and said:

“This male FBI agent just said that I still have a case on my back. I managed to escape and lived incognito for so long. How could I surrender?

 If you are caught, you will be punished for 10 years! I'm almost 50 this year!

And there are some **** perverts in the prison who like older guys like me, because I can’t beat him...” Hearing Ham-Mark talk about the customs and customs in the prison, Chenelle’s head was full of black lines, and Luo An interrupted with a wave of his hand. The other party's nagging said:

 “Let’s change the subject, Mark.

 According to the investigation by my detectives, the express company you work for does not have records of the serial numbers of those two express packages. Where did they come from? "

 “A man gave it to me.”

Ham-Mark picked up the coffee again and drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and explained:

“Yesterday morning, I was trying to deliver a courier as usual, and someone stopped me on the road.

He told me that since I was the courier, he would not go to the courier station and asked me to deliver the two packages directly for him. "

Luo An then asked:

“This kind of thing doesn’t seem to be in compliance with your company’s regulations.”

　　“It really doesn’t fit, but the man took out Franklin.”

Ham-Mark spread his hands and said that no one could resist Franklin's charm, so he agreed.

However, the other party didn't say the time, so he was in no hurry to deliver the two packages immediately. It wasn't until the afternoon when he had finished delivering all the other couriers sent to him by the company that he sent the two packages to the designated location.

　　The package was delivered, and Ham-Mark heard an explosion not far after he went downstairs.

But Ham-Mark didn’t think too much about it at first, because this is New York, and gunfights, explosions, etc. are normal.

It wasn’t until he went to a bar to rest and saw the specific location of the explosion on the news that Hammack realized something was wrong, so he quickly returned to his residence to pack his things and start running away.

"Emotional Perception" confirmed that the other party was telling the truth. Luo An's eyes moved slightly and he continued to ask:

 “What does the person who delivers your courier look like?”

“I didn’t see clearly, but the other party was wearing a mask and sunglasses.”

Ham-Mark scratched his head, then clapped his hands and said:

“But I can be sure that that guy is a black man, with skin so dark that it reflects light.”

"Black person?"

 Hearing Ham-Mark's correction, Roan and Chenelle looked at each other in surprise.

According to the FBI's internal database, more than 75% of bombers in the federal territory are white, and blacks are rare.

Luo An was silent for a few seconds, and then asked:

“Did you deliberately place that smaller package at the door of the office where the explosion occurred?”

The small package Luo An spoke of was a box containing a piece of paper with the contents of the "game" written on it.

 Ham-Mark shook his head:

“It was the black man who asked me to do this. For the sake of the $100, I agreed.”

 Chenelle frowned when she heard this:

 “Have you never doubted why the other party asked you to do this?”

 “What’s there to be suspicious of?”

Ham-Mark leaned back and replied calmly:

“I have been working in an express delivery company for two years and I have never seen anything like this.

 Once a guy asked me to deliver something at 3:30 in the morning because it contained adult **** he bought. The guy was less than 15 years old and he was afraid that his mother would see it.

Another time, a woman asked me to deliver a courier to the door of her neighbor's house opposite her house because she was playing with the male owner of the neighbor's house and she was afraid that her husband would find out..."

Ham-Mark talked about a lot of strange things he encountered while delivering express delivery. He could only say that federal land does not support idlers and is full of talents. He was already used to it.

 “OK.”

 Chenelle’s head was full of black lines. Luoan then asked a few questions and walked out of the interrogation room after getting the location where the black man and Hammark met.

"How about it?"

 Seeing Roan and Chenelle walking out, Lacey quickly came over and asked:

 “Any clues?”

 “Yes, but not entirely.”

Roan rubbed his temples and handed the interrogation record to Mona, asking her to investigate the location where the suspicious black man appeared and find the other party. Then he looked at Michelle and asked:

“Did you find anything from the clues obtained in the hospital yesterday?”

 Michelle nodded and answered while typing on the keyboard:

 “That Carlton may not be as simple as it seems.”

 (End of this chapter)