Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 75 Thank you (Please follow up! Please ask for a monthly pass!)

   "But why is Sean making bombs?"

  After listening to Roan's description, Mona asked with some doubts:

   "Isn't he an undercover agent?"

"who knows?"

  Roan shook his head, turned to look at Mona, and asked solemnly:

   "I remember that in Agent Mullen's undercover record this month, this incident was not written."

  Mona ran back to her seat, carefully checked the files in the computer, and then nodded:

   "Yeah."

  After hearing the affirmative answer, Roan walked into the team leader's office without hesitation.

"What's wrong?"

   Augustus, who was lowering his head to write documents, looked puzzled at Roan who entered his office without knocking.

  But after listening to Roan's guess, Augustus' face suddenly became serious:

   "Are you sure Sean bought those phones to make bombs?"

   "No, I'm not sure."

   Roan’s words made August’s face full of black lines, but then Roan continued:

   "But this kind of thing would rather believe that it is true than that it is false.

  I remember you telling me just now that the FBI's Organized Crime Unit will be working with the DEA on the Hyena gang tomorrow, and if their source of information is Sean, then"

   "The loss of the Organized Crime Section may be huge."

  Augus nodded. Dillon from the Organized Crime Division was also at the Columbus Foundation. He stopped talking nonsense and immediately took out his phone to call Dillon.

   "Is there such a thing?"

  After listening to Augustus's description, Dillon, who was sitting in the meeting room and discussing tomorrow's action plan with the team members, felt as if his **** was on fire and couldn't sit still.

   After a few seconds of silence, Dillon signaled Augustus to hang up the phone for a few minutes, then pressed another number and called the person in charge of DEA's tomorrow's operation.

  In the office of the leader of the No. 5 investigation team, Roan and Augustus looked at each other in silence for a moment, and they both picked up the coffee.

   After a long time, August's phone rang again.

   "Thank you very much, Augustus."

   Dillon on the other end of the phone had obviously just finished arguing with someone, and his tone was still a little out of control:

   "The DEA did not formulate this joint operation based on the information sent by Sean, but they also don't know about Sean's purchase of mobile phones"

   Briefly described the general situation of the matter, Dillon's tone was very serious:

   "Augus, I owe you a favor this time."

  If Augustus hadn’t told himself the news, the FBI would be caught off guard when the joint operation with the DEA was launched tomorrow. How many agents might die, and Dillon’s career would be over afterwards.

   "Just buy me a drink later."

   Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Augustus laughed, then glanced at Roan, and said with a smile:

   "But this time the news was discovered by my subordinate, the detective named Roan Greenwood. He is one of his own. I will bring him when we drink together in the future. Don't be angry."

   "Is it the Roanne Greenwood who killed the serial murderer with a pen and appeared in the New York Daily a few days ago?"

  Hearing what Augustus said, Dillon's eyes lit up, and he waved his big hand to indicate that drinking and so on are trivial matters, and then said that his investigation team is a little short of people recently, and wonders if he can send Roan to help them for a few days.

   "Call back later."

  Augus laughed, ignored Dillon's words, and immediately hung up the phone.

   "Old drunkard."

  Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Dillon grinned, walked out of his office, and shouted to his agents:

   "Thanks to the group of unreliable DEA, we are now re-making tomorrow's action plan!"

   "Yes, sir!"

  —

  In the distance, in a certain office of the DEA New York branch, Melton, the leader of a certain operation team, grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at Agent Mullen.

   "FU-KYOU! Mullen!"

   Melton's eyes were filled with anger, pointing at Mullen and yelling:

   "How did your undercover agents do it?"

   What made Melton angry was not the fact that Mullen's undercover agents might defect. In the DEA, the number of undercover agents who die, defect, or disappear every year is not small, and Melton has long been used to it.

   What really made Melton angry was that this matter was not told to him by his subordinates, nor was it told to him by other DEA colleagues.

   Instead, the group of FBIs called him and asked if there was such a thing?

  Their FBI agents are more valuable. They cannot be like the DEA, where agents die casually due to misinformation

   Shame and lose face to other departments!

   "Sorry, sir."

   Seeing the anger on Melton's face, he knew the other party's temper well, so he didn't make much excuses, but explained in a deep voice:

   "I will re-evaluate the undercover undercover later"

   "Go to the psychological evaluation of his son!"

  Hearing this, Melton glared at Mullen again.

According to common sense, if a person wants to join the FBI, CIA, NSA and other departments as a new employee, he needs to undergo a series of tasks such as background investigation, career assessment, lie detection, psychological assessment, etc. If one fails, he will not be hired .

   But DEA is different.

   Even if you are broke, financially struggling, have a disqualified family background, failed a lie test, and even have gang connections, you can be a new DEA employee.

  The reason is simple, such people are usually sent abroad by the DEA, such as those countries south of the Federation as undercover agents.

  A person with a clean background and no black material will not be able to break into the circles that sell flour in those countries in the southern part of the Federation.

  In this case, the DEA will not pay too much attention to the above-mentioned reviews when it chooses undercover agents in China.

  The so-called psychological evaluation, most of the time is that DEA agents and undercover agents stand together, smoke a cigarette, and chat.

   Taking a deep breath, Melton sat back on his chair, fixed his eyes on Mullen and asked:

   "Have you told your undercover agent about the operation tomorrow?"

   "No, but"

  Hearing this, Mullen immediately shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he denied it:

   "Sean didn't know about it."

"very good."

   Melton heaved a sigh of relief, and while arranging the documents on the table, he said in a concentrated voice:

   "Re-formulate tomorrow's action plan, adding the uncertain factor that the Hyena Gang may have a remote-controlled bomb to it, and our DEA agents can't die from a misinformation!"

   "Okay, sir."

  Mullen nodded, turned and left the office.

  Close the door of the office, Mullen's face darkened immediately, and he whispered to himself through gritted teeth:

   "Damn Sean, and the FBI bunch."

  —

   "Nice job, Roan."

   Hanging up the phone, Augustus grinned.

   "I'm not alone, sir."

  Roan shook his head, and said with a serious expression: "William discovered Sean's purchase of the mobile phone, and the file was investigated by Mona. I just judged that the other party has the possibility of making a bomb."

   "Good!"

   Hearing Roan's words, Augustus smiled even more.

  (end of this chapter)