FBI detective

Chapter 814

“Smart people think more and are more greedy.”

After Mulally Roberts finished speaking, the elderly voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally asked:
"What do you suggest for good police officers to do next?"

"It's very simple, I just said it."

Murali-Roberts laughed, with a look of confidence on his face, and said:
"First punish me, the bad cop, and then give Roan Greenwood some benefits.

He is less than 30 years old, a young and energetic man, and the things he likes are nothing more than money, women and power.

We can give him all of these, right? No matter how much he wants, he will get it back in the future."

The person on the other end of the phone said indifferently:
"Sure enough, it's still your old tricks."

“The old way is the same old way because it works.”

Mulally-Roberts still smiles:
"What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll ask someone to take care of the rest."

The person on the other end of the line replied casually and hung up. Mulally-Roberts didn't get angry when he heard the busy tone on his phone. He smiled, put the phone in his pocket, started the car and drove towards the outside of the campus.

The villa where Mulally Roberts lives is located in an area not too far from George Washington University.

His wife died of cancer more than ten years ago, but Mulally-Roberts did not remarry. Outsiders praised him for loving his deceased wife deeply and being a loyal man.

However, Mulally-Roberts himself knew that compared to remarrying a woman in her thirties or forties, he, who was already seventy years old and not short of money, preferred to interact with young people.

For example, a girl of twenty, eighteen is also fine, or younger than eighteen...Mulally Roberts is a typical wealthy Jewish man.

Mulally-Roberts has a very regular schedule. After driving home, he usually drinks a glass of red wine and rests for a while, then takes a shower, changes clothes, and goes to a private club for fun at eight o'clock.

The next morning he went home to wash up, put on his glasses, and resumed his respected identity as a professor. He went to school to teach and educate, speak for the Jews, and cultivate students to be close to the Jews.

Considering his age and poor physical condition, Murray-Roberts only does this kind of routine two or three times a week.

Being in a good mood today and having some time, Murray-Roberts drove the car into the garage, walked into the villa and went straight to the wine cellar to find a bottle of red wine to taste.

As soon as he walked into the villa, Murali-Roberts' face suddenly changed, because he found an opened bottle of red wine in the living room, and a highball glass with some red wine next to it.

Murali-Roberts' eyebrows jumped, and he stepped back, while raising his right hand to reach into his pocket to take out his phone. At this moment, a laugh sounded in the kitchen:

"Don't get excited, Mr. Roberts, and don't move your hands, or this gun pointed at you might get angry."

Murali-Roberts paused, his body suddenly stiffened, he took a few deep breaths to suppress the fear in his heart, and slowly turned his body to look towards the kitchen.

At the kitchen door, there was a man wearing ordinary sportswear and gloves, pointing a pistol at him with a sunny smile on his face.

The man's face was familiar to Mulally-Roberts, he had seen it many times in some folders. It was the person he had just discussed on the phone, Roan Greenwood.

"Good evening, Professor."

Luo An walked slowly to Murali Roberts, motioned him to sit on the sofa, and said with a smile:

“The wine is good. I took a look and it’s a Lafite red wine from the last century produced in Chateau Margaux.

As expected of a professor at George Washington University, he has excellent taste.”

Sitting on the sofa, Murali-Roberts looked up at the smile on Roan's face. He slowly revealed a somewhat stiff smile, but was very shocked in his heart. He couldn't understand how Roan had silently broken through the villa's security system.

While feeling unbelievable, Murali Roberts also had a clearer understanding of the strength of Luo An, the team leader. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and smiled:
"If Team Leader Luo An likes it, I can give you some."

"That's not necessary. I don't know much about red wine, and I don't have the habit of storing wine." Luo An smiled and waved his hand. Just as Murali Roberts was about to continue speaking, the smile on Luo An's face suddenly disappeared. He stared at the other party and asked in a deep voice:

"Let's get straight to the point, Professor Roberts. Besides that unlucky Harris, who else did you send to attack me?"

Murali-Roberts didn't expect Roan's expression to change so quickly. He was smiling brightly one second, and cold as ice the next. He looked at the black muzzle of the gun and broke out in a cold sweat. He still had a somewhat stiff smile on his face and asked tentatively:
"Team Leader Luo An, put down your gun first. We have plenty of time. How about we talk slowly?"

click-

Luo An didn't say anything, but silently opened the safety of the pistol.

A few drops of cold sweat instantly appeared on Murali-Roberts' forehead. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, and the stiff smile on his face suddenly softened. He smiled and said:
"Team Leader Luo An, there's no need to be so angry, we can talk slowly.

You don't have to threaten me with a gun. Within a minute of the gunshot, someone will come here to check the situation, and it won't be of any benefit to you by then.

You are still young and have a bright future, don’t…”

bang——

Before Murali-Roberts could finish his words, Roan swung his fist and hit him hard in the face, saying expressionlessly:

"What's the combination to the safe behind the painting in your bedroom?"

Roberts was hit so hard that his head swelled and his nose bled. He was about to curse when he heard Luo An ask:

"How many digits does the password have? Five? Six? Seven?
What’s the first digit, one? Two? Three? What’s the second digit…”

In less than five minutes, Luo An got the real number and nodded slightly:
"Thirteen digits, starting with 9 and ending with 3. As expected of a university professor, his password is so long."

At this moment, Murali Roberts couldn't believe it, staring at Roan in amazement, as if he had seen a ghost. He hadn't said a word, so how did Roan get the real password? Could it be that there is really a way to read minds in the world?
Seeing the coldness in Luo An's eyes becoming more intense, Murali-Roberts, who was dominated by panic, changed his expression and said quickly:
"Team Leader Luo An, you can't kill me. I can give you all my money, or I can pretend that what happened today never happened. From now on, you..."

When Murali-Roberts was halfway through his words, Roan silently put away his pistol. Roberts smiled immediately upon seeing this, and at the same time he made up his mind that he must kill the other party after this incident today!
Click!

The next second, a crisp sound rang in his ears, and Roberts' consciousness fell into complete darkness.

Five minutes later, thick smoke burst out from the villa, and the orange-red flames that shot straight into the sky instantly attracted the attention of everyone around the villa.

A man wearing a hat and a backpack shouted "Fire!" and everyone who reacted quickly contacted the fire department and opened the fire hydrants on both sides of the road to put out the fire.

A few hours later, at 10.30pm, reports of Mulally-Roberts's broken neck and the burning of the villa appeared on some people's desks.

These people were not in the mood to look at the autopsy report of Mulally Roberts, but looked at the traces found by the FBI Trace Examination Division at the crime scene:

They found an inverted cross that was half burned and completely black, and a safe with its door open outwards.

There were only a few gold bars left in the safe, and a lot of US dollars, bonds, etc. were burned in the fire, so there were still some left. There were also many folders that were half-burned, but the documents inside the folders were empty.

Many people who saw the case report cursed inwardly, saying that the inverted cross indicated that the murderer was either from the Trial Process Church, or that it was a sleight of hand left by the murderer to draw attention to the church.

Combined with the situation in the safe, many people are convinced that the murderer's real goal was to recover the documents, and Roberts was silenced.

Involving the trial process church, there are too many things and people involved behind the scenes, any camp may take action, and there is no evidence at the scene yet.

Some people thought more deeply and suspected that the inverted cross left at the scene was a subtle way for the mastermind behind the scene to tell them not to continue investigating further. After all, everyone is not clean, and finding out something would not benefit anyone.

In addition, it is impossible for the other party to keep the documents away. Whether the other party intends to use them for a transaction later or disclose them to the media, they have the ability to discover and intercept them in advance.

After thinking this through, several camps that were certain that it was not their men who did the crime chose to remain on the sidelines, refused to take over the case, and then turned their attention to the Jewish camp.

(End of this chapter)