Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 753 Oldmoney

 At noon, a car was slowly moving forward on a road on the west side of the Hudson River in New York.

 “Roan, things could get very troublesome.”

Hearing Mona's words on the other end of the phone, Luo An, who was driving, did not panic at all, with a calm face and said with a smile:

“It’s normal to have trouble. If it wasn’t troublesome, why would this matter have been delayed until now?”

 Last night, after sneaking into Trian's home and finding the laptop, Luo An plugged in the USB flash drive that he had prepared in his pocket for a long time. It contained the remote control program created by Mona.

Roan also immediately sent the clues obtained during Trian's interrogation to Mona and asked her to help carry out the investigation.

As for Trian’s final outcome, Mona didn’t ask and didn’t want to ask. Like Roan, she just wants to find out the truth.

“The phone number given by the stalker, just as you expected, Luo An, does come from a disposable mobile phone. I can’t find out who the buyer is.”

Mona on the other end of the phone was sitting next to the computer, frowning, and said:

“However, through the criminal website in the underground world, I found the person who spoke at the bottom of the post, his IP address, and then followed the clues to find out his identity.”

Entering the study room on the left side of the third floor, Mona has been waiting here for a long time. When she saw Luo An pushing the door open, she didn't say anything, but silently moved away and showed the laptop screen to Luo An.

Mona swallowed, hesitated for a few seconds and whispered:

"This person...Luo An, wait until you come back and see for yourself."

 “Is this guy related to my father?”

Mona nodded, her face was very solemn, and she said solemnly:

 “OK.”

Looking at this guy with obvious Jewish features on the computer, Luo An frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised:

 In the character profile next to it, the identity information of the other party is written:

Leighton-Perelman, 55, former president and CEO of the Commonwealth of Illinois Nuclear Energy Corporation, is now one of the directors of a well-known federal nuclear energy research institute.

 Luo An lowered his head to check. On the screen was a half-length photo of a white man, with his profile next to it.

 In addition, his family belongs to the "old money" group, so Leighton-Perelman's personal network is very developed, and he has acquaintances in the White House. "

 It accounts for about 20% of the Commonwealth's overall nuclear power generation and about 70% of the Commonwealth's east coast nuclear power generation.

Roan crossed his arms over his chest, his face not very pretty. It was not that he was afraid of Leighton Perelman's identity, but he was wondering about one thing:

The other person has black hair, a very pointed nose and a hooked nose with a high bridge. He has a slicked back hair and a federal standard eight-tooth smile. He is wearing a suit and looks very kind.

“Yes, and it is one of the largest nuclear power energy companies in the federation.

 At 2:30 in the afternoon, Luo An returned to Washington, D.C. and arrived at his villa.

 Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and asked:

"who is it?"

Luo An frowned slightly and agreed, hanging up the phone. The next second, the car suddenly sprang out, rushing towards the distance like an arrow from a string.

 “Nuclear power energy company?”

 As for Leiden-Perelman, his parents are both Jewish, so he is also a standard Jew.

 "Old money" in English, in the culture of the Federation, generally refers to people whose wealth is earned through generations of family operations. They can "enjoy" without working.

ˆThe creators of some federal social media software and the bosses of tram manufacturing companies are also very rich, but they can only be regarded as "new money", that is, "Newmoney" or "Youngmoney"

When Luo An returned to Boston with Mona and bought the old villa, he visited his parents' relatives and friends one by one while the old villa was being renovated.

On the one hand, it was due to the sophistication of people, and on the other hand, Luo An also took the opportunity to investigate the personal network of his parents from those people.

 The person Leiden-Perelman has never appeared in the mouths of relatives and friends of his father Charles. Suddenly, Luo An's face changed slightly. If it had nothing to do with his father, Charles, might it have something to do with his mother, Beverly?

The photo of her mother Beverly is still there. When she was young, she was definitely a woman as good as those movie stars.

If it was the emotional entanglement of the previous generation... Thousands of possibilities flashed through Luo An's mind instantly. Before he could continue to guess, Mona raised her hand to type on the keyboard and said:

  “I found some information that may be of some help to you.”

Shaking his head and temporarily throwing away those messy thoughts, Luo An turned his attention to the computer screen again and asked:

 “What is the message?”

  “Mainly some records.”

With her fingers flying on the keyboard, Mona quickly called up several electronic files, showed them to Luo An, and introduced:

“Your father, Charles, two years before his death, went to some college in Pennsylvania.

At that time, Leighton Perelman was recruiting talents for the company at that university, and the two may have met.

One year before his father Charles died, serious leaks occurred in several nuclear power plants under the Leiden-Perelman nuclear power company, causing very serious pollution to the environment in several places. "

Luo An thought about it carefully and frowned slightly:

 “I don’t think I’ve heard of this?”

“Normal, because I found this information in the FBI’s deep database.”

Mona snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and said:

“At that time, this matter was suppressed by Leiden-Perelman’s energy company and paid to buy the media, and the local people did not know about it.

 Some of the relevant personnel who went to investigate issued some reports with no major problems. I suspect that they also took money from Leighton-Perelman.

 As for those investigators who did not get paid, several died in various car accidents, and some simply shot themselves in the back. "

 Looking at the information records in Mona's computer, Luo An's face darkened.

Suicide by being shot in the back is a traditional performing arts of the Federation, and Luo An was not too surprised by this.

 Bribing the media to suppress news is also a routine practice for various companies in the federation. There is no doubt about the professionalism of the various federal media outlets. After all, they are majoring in journalism.

The real reason that made Luo An look solemn was another thing. He reached out and patted Mona on the shoulder and said:

 “Mona, look up Jamal Miller.”

 “Jermore Miller?”

 Mona was a little confused, but she still typed on the computer keyboard and asked for specific information about this person:

"who is he?"

 “He was a friend of my father’s during his lifetime.”

Luo An briefly described the person's identity information. Mona quickly found him and introduced him with a frown:

“Jemol Miller, one of the missing persons, the FBI’s internal database shows that there are no specific clues in the case, and the case has been placed under indefinite investigation.

 The file shows that the place where he disappeared was... on his way home from get off work at a nuclear power plant? ! "

 Reading the end, Mona's eyes suddenly widened. She looked back at Luo An with a surprised face. Luo An crossed his arms over his chest and said expressionlessly:

 “When did he disappear, specifically?”

“It was April…exactly three months before your father, Charles, was shot and killed!”

Mona continued to type on the keyboard a few times and quickly found out the time. Seeing Luo An's face gloomy, she swallowed and asked:

 “Luo An, what on earth is going on?”

 (End of this chapter)