FBI detective

Chapter 252
Brooklyn, outside a small food workshop.

"Fu-k!"

Seeing the pistol in Darrell Roger's hand, Lacey shrank her pupils and cursed, her body subconsciously dodged backwards, preparing to hide behind obstacles to avoid the opponent's bullets.

boom!boom!
The next second, Lacey suddenly heard two gunshots.

It's just that these two voices came from behind her.

"what--"

Immediately afterwards, a man screamed in front of Lacey.

Lacey turned around and found that Darrell Roger had fallen off the car at this time, and blood continued to flow from his right hand, staining a large piece of flour that fell on the ground red.

Lacey subconsciously turned her head to look at Roan.

Sure enough, Luo An was slowly putting away his Glock 18. When he saw Lacey looking at him, Luo An slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her.

Luan had already pulled out his pistol when he got out of the car. The moment Darrell Roger took out his pistol and aimed it at himself and Lacey, he directly pulled the trigger.

With her thighs in front and back, her body bent forward, the corner of Lacey's mouth twitched, which looked a bit indecent and awkward.

For some reason, Lacey felt that Roan did it on purpose.

Walking past Lacey and patted her on the shoulder, Roan walked slowly to Darrell Roger, kicked the dropped pistol in front of Lacey, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Darrell Roger, you are going to prison for further training again."

"Pooh!"

Hearing that, Darrell Roger, who had no beard or hair, suddenly turned ferocious, and spat thick phlegm at Roan fiercely.

But Luo An casually pulled a broken flour bag and blocked it easily.

Not only that, Roan also threw the flour sack back in Darrell Roger's face.

"Ahhh-"

Darrell Roger, who was smeared with his own phlegm and flour, was even more angry, struggling frantically but there was nothing he could do, because Lacey had already pulled out the handcuffs and handcuffed his hands.

In addition, because she was worried that Darrell Roger would spit again, Lacey did not take off the flour bag on his head and directly stuffed Darrell Roger into the SUV.

So after the hospital dealt with the gunshot wound on Darrell Roger's wrist, everyone in the Jacobs Federal Building saw Lacey and Roan escorting a performance art guy back to the No. [-] investigation team.

Darrell Roger: "…"

In the interrogation room, Roan took off the flour sack on Darrell Roger's head. The sudden light made Darrell Roger narrow his eyes slightly. After seeing Roan and Lacey in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to continue. spit.

Roan smiled when he saw the other party's movements, and shook the flour bag in his hand:
"Think clearly and spit!"

Darrell Roger's face froze when he saw this, do you want to swallow it?
Darrell Roger slowly calmed down, Lacey opened the folder in her hand, and began to count all the crimes of the other party over the years: sexual assault, illegal possession of guns, intimidation, first-degree wounding...

"And now add arrests, and assaults on federal agents."

After closing the folder, Lacey said with a blank expression:

"Darrell, how's life going these days? Still threatening to force women to sleep with you?"

"No, since I have money, there are plenty of women**."

Darrell Roger gave a disdainful smile, and then made a tidy up to Roan:

"Dude, I'm afraid your partner needs a ***."

As a talent who has lived in prison for a long time, Darrell's dirty words and swear words emerge in endlessly. Roan didn't bother to talk to him, and said directly:

"You don't like the type of woman I partner with? It's because she threatens you, right? Like Flavia Farlan?"

"That's a nosy watch!"

Hearing the name of Flavia from Roan's mouth, Darrell's face was full of anger, and he knocked on the table and said angrily:
"She actually wanted to tell those girls about my HIV infection!

It's fine to tell them, but that cousin plans to tell the boss and colleagues at my workplace?
Damn, do you know how hard it is for me to find a job? "

Luo An nodded and continued Darrell's words:
"So you killed Flavia Faran to protect your job, right?"

"I didn't kill anyone! You bloody FBI! ****"

Darrell was very angry when he heard the words, and began to spit fragrance crazily.

Luo An leaned back and calmly hugged his shoulders:

"If you didn't kill someone, why did you draw your gun without hesitation when we were looking for you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Darrell Roger fell silent for a moment.

"Are you still going to hide it?"

Lacey smiled dismissively, and threw the folder in her hand on the interrogation table:
"We have sent people to search your home and your warehouse. We hope it is cleaner than your mouth."

"OK! OK!"

Darrell was silent for a few seconds and raised his hands, saying that the reason why he fired just now was because he thought that some leaves he had hidden in the basement had been discovered, and he did so because he was afraid that his brain would get hot.

"But I really didn't kill Flavia-Farlan!"

After listening to Darrell's account, Roan gave Lacey a look. Lacey nodded and left the interrogation room. She took out her cell phone and called Ryder, who went to search Darrell's house, and asked him to focus on searching the basement.

"I accept your explanation for now."

After Lacey left the interrogation room, Roan chuckled, continued to look at Darrell Roger, and asked:
"But you are still guilty of assaulting a federal agent, so in order to mitigate your crime, do you have any clues about Flavia's killing last night?"

Darrell Roger, who went in and out of prison as usual, became ill for a long time and became a doctor. At this time, he already understood some federal laws and regulations, such as exchanging clues for commutation of sentence.

After thinking seriously for a moment, Darrell suddenly raised his head. After receiving Roan's affirmative reply, he said one thing:

"This morning, when I left home to go to work, I found someone following me with a laptop. I wanted to catch the guy and give him a lesson, but the guy was riding a bicycle and I didn't catch up."

Luo An heard this and narrowed his eyes slightly:

“What color is the notebook that guy is holding?”

"I don't know, I didn't see clearly."

Darrell Roger shrugged:

"But the bike that guy is riding looks good, you can check the surveillance footage of that area... if there are surveillance cameras."

Leaving the interrogation room, as soon as Luo An walked to his station, Lacey answered with her mobile phone, and smiled:
"Ryder found a whole cabinet of plus-size bags in the basement of Darrell Roger's house, and Darrell was clearly trying to cash in on them."

"Unfortunately, Darrell can't make it."

Luo An didn't care about the big size thing, so he replied to Lacey casually, and then asked Mona and William to retrieve the surveillance records of the area that Darrell mentioned.

Lacey, who saw this scene next to her, put her hand on her chin and looked at Mona, who was typing on the keyboard, with a puzzled look on her face, and asked:

"Roan, if the guy who followed Darrell was the murderer of Flavia, why did he follow Darrell? Doesn't it make sense?"

(End of this chapter)