Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 76 Fentanyl (please read more! Ask for a monthly pass!)

  Walking out of the team leader's office, Roan said that Augustus had notified the Organized Crime Investigation Division about the bomb. All the detectives of the No. 5 investigation team breathed a sigh of relief.

   Everyone is the FBI. Although they are not very familiar with it, they don't want to see their own people injured or killed.

   Just as everyone returned to their seats and was about to look for Sean’s behavior track for nearly a month again, Ryder suddenly pushed open the door of the No. 5 investigation team and walked in, shouting loudly with a smile on his face:

   "Good news, everyone! The transparent packaging bag that Roan found at the scene of the crime has half a fingerprint on it! According to the comparison, it is exactly the same as Sean!"

  When he first undercovered the 'White Horse Gang', Mullen arranged for Sean to go to prison for a minor crime, so the police had Sean's fingerprints.

"Very good!"

   "Good job!"

  Hearing Ryder's words, all the agents of the No. 5 investigation team applauded with smiles on their faces.

  With the key evidence, the next thing to do is to wait for the joint operation between the Organized Investigation Section and the DEA to end tomorrow, and hand Sean over to Investigation Team No. 5, and then send him to prison.

  【Zhouhu Serial Murder Case】80% of the work has been completed here. After all the detectives were overjoyed, they all returned to their seats and started.

   Fishing.

   "Thank you, Ryder."

  Ryder sat back at his desk, Roan poured him a cup of coffee, then asked with a smile:

   "By the way, those people in the trace inspection department, did they detect what was in the transparent packaging bag before?"

   "No hard work, just take the elevator back and forth."

  Ryder, who hadn’t had time to drink the water, shook his head, raised his head and drank all the coffee in the cup, his face twisted so bitterly, but he still replied:

   "Not rock candy, not conch, but fentanyl."

  Fentanyl is a narcotic analgesic, but its effect is 80-100 times that of morphine and 50 times that of sea snails. It is extremely toxic, but its price is several times cheaper than that of sea snails.

  So after 2000, many gang members will mix fentanyl in the conch in proportion, so that the addiction effect is better, but the cost is much cheaper.

It’s not a day or two for Americans to eat flour. It’s normal for doctors to prescribe painkillers when they’re in doubt. Hearing that this time the package contained fentanyl, Roan didn’t say much, shook his head and sat back to himself. chair.

   "By the way, Roan."

  As soon as she sat back on the chair, Mona on the side handed Roan a folder, tilted her head and said:

   "This is the document that the former group supervisor Verenice asked me to hand over to you. I'm sorry, I've been busy today, so I forgot about it."

"It doesn't matter."

   Reaching out to take the file, Roan opened the folder and suddenly realized that it was the bank robbery that Brosen had not solved as mentioned before.

  In New York, a place with simple folk customs, there are bank robberies every month. Citizens and bank staff are used to it. When robbers come, they will lie on the ground. Most robbers only steal money and don’t kill people.

  NYPD is also used to it. When they learned that the bank was robbed, they evacuated the crowd and contacted the FBI.

  The FBI is more used to it. After hearing the news, they drove to the scene of the crime. Once the robber escaped, he checked the surveillance video and searched for the escape route of the robber.

  If the robber does not escape and is blocked in the bank, then negotiate with the robber not to kill the hostage while trying to catch or kill the other party.

  According to data, from the beginning of last month to last week of this month, several banks in New York City's Queens, Bronx, and Brooklyn districts suffered a total of 6 robberies.

  According to part of the bank's surveillance video, the bank staff at the scene of the robbery and the New York citizens who came to the bank to do business said,

   There were two robbers, both wearing black clothes, black trousers, black hoods and black gloves.

As soon as one of the robbers entered the bank, he shot upwards, while holding a mobile phone in his other hand, and there was a recording of TV programs such as "Don't Move", and then he walked in front of the bank's camera and shot it in black. Spray paint smears off bank cameras.

   Another robber threw a black bag to the bank clerk after entering the bank, and in the other hand was holding a transparent document bag with words cut from newspapers inside.

  The content of the text is the relevant identity information of the bank staff, and the identity information of her family members. At the same time, a pre-recorded recording came from the mobile phone:

"Pack the money immediately. If you don't do what I say, if you dare to press the alarm, or dare to put a locator, or dyeing agent, dye bag, etc. in the bag, someone will kill you later, or someone who will kill you family."

   Seeing his own identity information and that of his family members, the bank staff was terrified, so they had to obediently pretend to be money, not daring to do petty tricks at all.

   Two and a half minutes passed, and the robbery ended.

  Regardless of whether the bag was full or not, the two of them took it and ran straight away, not forgetting to take the transparent folder before leaving.

  Because the bank staff dared not press the alarm, the NYPD only knew about the robberies after the robbers escaped. When the FBI arrived at the bank, the two robbers had already disappeared.

   During the whole process, not without bank security trying to stop the other party.

  But the robber who held his mobile phone and sprayed black paint at the camera would take a hostage every time, and the phone recording threatened the security:

   "You shoot, I shoot too."

  The security guard had no choice but to listen to the voice recorded by the mobile phone, hand over the gun, and lie on the ground by himself.

  Roan: "."

  After watching the entire case, Luo An scratched his head, puzzled.

  Is the current bank robbery business already so involved?

   "Isn't this the case that the team director Brosen is in charge of recently?"

   Mona on the side saw Roan scratching his head, turned around and took a look, and asked doubtfully:

   "What, you want to intervene?"

  This bank robbery case has become a hot topic recently. Everyone in the thirteen investigation teams knows that the sponsor of the case is Brosen, the team leader of the No. 14 investigation team.

  Of course, they only know the basic information, they don't know the progress of the investigation of the case, and they don't know that Brosen was forced to set a time to solve the case at the meeting.

   "No, I'm just looking."

  Hearing what Mona said, Roan shook his head, then changed the subject, turned his head and asked with a smile:

   "By the way, do you have time tonight?"

  Mona was stunned for a moment, and a look of warning appeared in her eyes: "What are you doing?"

  Roan grinned, and the fly rubbed his hands: "I think."

  —

  Brooklyn, deep in a certain street.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  A burst of gunfire rang out, and Brosen and Matthews led several agents from the No. 14 investigation team, and successfully knocked down two black men who shot at them.

  The two black men collapsed on the ground and did not move. Brosen and Matthews carefully went up to check with pistols. Seeing that the other party had lost too much blood and passed out, they glanced casually. Brosen put away the pistol and said:

"call the ambulance."

   "Okay, sir."

  The agents of the No. 14 investigation team began to clean up the scene and call an ambulance. Just as Brosen was about to take Matthews aside to discuss the direction of the next investigation, Matthews' cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hello?"

  Matthews picked up the phone casually. After a few seconds, there was a look of astonishment in his eyes. Then he gritted his molars tightly and said in a deep voice:

   "Okay, thanks for the message."

   Seeing the expression on Matthews' face, Brosen, who was finishing the pistol, frowned slightly: "What happened?"

  Hung up the phone, Matthews took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse: "Sir, my colleagues in the trace inspection department told me that the No. 5 investigation team has found the murderer of the serial murder case."

  Hearing this, Brosen's face darkened instantly, then he raised his pistol, aimed at the garbage in the garbage bin beside him, and pulled the trigger.

   bang bang bang bang—

   A few seconds later, after venting, Brosen put away the pistol, took a deep breath, his face slowly recovered, turned around and walked in another direction.

   Matthews on the side hurriedly followed: "Sir, what shall we do next?"

  Bruosen's voice was indifferent, but his words were concise: "Solve the case! Arrest people!"

  (end of this chapter)