FBI detective

Chapter 813 Conspiracy
In the special investigation team's office area, Lacey sat down on her chair, picked up her coffee cup and drank it all, then let out a long breath:
"I'm really exhausted."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Michelle picked up the coffee pot and refilled Lacey's cup. Roan took a bag of snacks from Chenelle's desk and stuffed it into her hand, asking:
"Is the journey going well?"

“This bag of snacks seems to be mine?”

After taking the snack and looking at the packaging, Lacey rolled her eyes at Chenier, unwrapped it and ate while saying:
“When I got your call, Roan, and rushed to Washington, D.C., it was no problem.

Entering Washington, DC, not far from the FBI Washington headquarters, I noticed a suspicious car starting to follow me.

I was about to call you for help when the car suddenly turned away and gave up tracking me. I didn’t see the car again until I returned to this building.”

Winslow and Chenier frowned and looked at Luo An. Luo An said:
"Mona, Michelle, check the surveillance and find out who was driving that car."

"Leave it to us."

Mona and Michelle nodded together, sat back in their seats and started typing on the computer. Luo An was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I'm going to the interrogation room."

Chenier asked quickly:
"Do you need me to join you in the interrogation?"

Luo An waved his hand without even turning his head:

“No, I just want to have a quick chat with Harris.

Chenelle, call Chief Trick Kennedy and have him send someone here to pick them up."

Chenier nodded and took the order. She found her phone and made a call. Winslow looked around, stood up and walked towards the interrogation room:

"I'll go there and wait for Luo An to see if he needs any help."

"me and you togather."

Lacey also stood up and followed. The two of them walked to the door of the interrogation room. The door was closed and no sound could be heard.

In less than five minutes, the door of the interrogation room opened from the inside, and Luo An walked out with an expressionless face.

Winslow and Lacey in the corridor were startled, and Luo An was also startled by the two people squatting at the door:
"What are you doing?"

"Forehead……"

Winslow looked embarrassed and turned to look at Lacey. Lacey's mouth twitched and she answered with a stiff face:
"We're just here to see if you need any help."

Luo An rolled his eyes, guessing that the two were worried that he would do something against the rules, so he stepped aside to show the two the inside of the interrogation room. Harris, the man in the jacket, looked normal except for his blue face, and said:
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to him. I just chatted with him."

Winslow and Lacey looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

The two of them have the same idea in some aspects. The most important person in the special investigation team is Luo An. No matter who gets into trouble, Luo An must be kept safe. They really don't want to see Luo An get into trouble because of issues related to the rules.

After closing the door of the interrogation room, Luo An patted the two men on the shoulders, turned around and walked towards the office area, asking loudly as he walked:
"Mona and Michelle, have you found anything?"

"No."

In the office area, Mona frowned, shook her head slowly, and said:

“Michelle and I looked up what Lacey said about the area.

Unfortunately, the surveillance camera on the short stretch of road where Lacey drove was under maintenance, so we didn’t find anything.”

"I also checked the license plate that Lacey mentioned."

Michelle then added:
"It turned out that it was a fake license plate. The car with the real number is in New York. The owners are an elderly couple in their sixties. They and the car have been at home since the day they left."

"It seems that the other party came prepared today."

Chenier frowned slightly, walked into the office area from the side, then shook her phone at Luo An and said:

"The men sent by Commander Trick will be here soon."

"Good."

Luo An nodded slightly, then clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said loudly:
“Everyone, as I said before, I have already contacted Chief Trick Kennedy and asked him to hand over the follow-up work of this case to other departments. What happens afterwards has nothing to do with us.

However, there are many people and things involved behind the trial process. As the lead investigators of the case, we may be targeted by some people.

So in the next period of time, don't relax too much, keep in touch at all times, and if you feel or find something wrong, remember to contact others for help immediately, understand?"

"understand!"

"no problem!"

The detectives responded in unison, and Luo An nodded in satisfaction.

Mona pointed at the computer and asked, "Should we continue investigating this guy who's following Lacey?"

"Need not."

Luo An looked back at the interrogation room and said with a smile:

"I'll take care of the rest."

In order to investigate and handle the [Trial Process Church Case], the special investigation team has been traveling everywhere and working for several days in a row, with very little rest time, and everyone is very tired.

After the people sent by Trick Kennedy took Harris, the man in the jacket, away, Roan made a few simple arrangements and gave everyone a holiday, allowing them to return to their residences and have a good rest.

Luo An drove Mona back to the villa, drank a bottle of [Physical Strength Potion] to cheer himself up, and drove to New York.

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Mulally Roberts, who just turned 70 this year, is a well-known Jewish professor at the George Washington University School of Business. He has trained many well-known people in society and is respected.

"Good afternoon, Professor Roberts."

"Hello, Professor Roberts."

"..."

At 6:30 p.m., Mulally-Roberts, wearing his usual suit, walked out of the luxurious faculty office building.

The students he met on the road greeted him with respectful smiles. Professor Mulally-Roberts also smiled and nodded to the students as he walked.

Walking slowly into the parking lot inside the campus, Mulally-Roberts opened the door and got into a car that looked a bit old, with a style from the last century.

The car is a Mustang-Boss-429, which was only produced in 1969 and 1970, and each one is very precious.

Putting the handbag on the passenger seat, Mulally-Roberts fastened his seat belt, pondered for a few seconds, took out his cell phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

The call was quickly connected, and Mulally Roberts said:
"Good afternoon, old friend."

"Not at all, Roberts."

An equally old voice rang out on the phone, and said in a rather dissatisfied tone:

"I told you before that Roan Greenwood is something special, a very good talent.

This kind of talent is more suitable to be won over and made to work for us, rather than deliberately targeted! "

The voice on the phone sounded like a scolding, but Murali-Roberts was not angry. He smiled faintly and said:

"What you said makes sense, so I called you, didn't I?"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What do you mean?"

"Old game, good cop bad cop."

Mulally-Roberts smiled faintly and said:

“I’ve already played the role of the bad cop, and that little guy from the Kennedy family also took the game prize from me today.

Next, it’s your turn to be good police officers.”

"Roberts, have you become stupid from teaching every day?"

The person on the other end of the phone laughed out of anger and said coldly:
"You just sent someone to attack Roan Greenwood not long ago, and he saw through it. Do you think he will join us?"

"It is because I sent people to attack him that he joined us."

Mulally-Roberts calmly explained:

“The fact that the little guy from the Kennedy family came to negotiate with me means that they don’t intend to dwell on this matter too much and are ready to focus more on future matters.

But Roan Greenwood is a young man, and the characteristic of young people is that they are easily swayed by emotions. There is no way he can swallow this anger. Even if he forces himself to swallow it, he will still have a grudge against Maxmillian and others.

The people I sent showed Roan Greenwood our omnipresent strength from the side. You "good policemen" come forward to punish me, the "bad policeman", and promise Roan Greenwood some benefits. What do you think he will choose?"

After a long silence, the other end of the phone said:

"Roan Greenwood is a smart guy."

Mulally-Roberts chuckled:
“Smart people think more and are more greedy.”

(End of this chapter)