FBI detective

Chapter 815 Just More Equality

The Jewish camp was also shocked by the death of Mulally Roberts. After they realized what was happening, they immediately decided...

There is no rush for the investigation, let’s deal with internal matters first.

Although Mulally-Roberts has passed away, his position within the camp still exists, and the position cannot be left vacant for long, so open and covert fighting began.

Regarding the investigation, they had the same idea as those in the opposing camp. The other party took the documents in the safe and could not have kept them forever. They would definitely take them out and trade them with others later.

As long as the other party chooses to make a deal, the Jewish camp's all-pervasive capabilities will definitely allow them to discover it at the first moment, and then decide whether to intervene and intercept it depending on the situation.

Even if the other party does not belong to a certain camp, but is just an ordinary civilian and intends to disclose it to the media, the Jewish camp will not panic. More than 70% of the mouthpieces of the entire federation are in their hands, and they are confident that they can intercept the other party one step ahead.

Compared with these, how to distribute and inherit the position and political legacy left by Murray-Roberts is more important to them.

Jews are indeed equal, it's just that some are more equal than others.

For example, in a country full of Jews, ordinary people have to serve in the military and go to the battlefield to be Teletubbies; but the Haredi people are born without military service, and all they have to do throughout their lives is study scriptures, eat, drink, have fun, and create the next generation.

Because their fathers have tried their best, if they try harder, then their fathers’ efforts will not be in vain.

Each camp had its own calculations. For a short period of time, no one took over the case of the burning of Roberts' villa, and it was finally thrown to the Washington, DC police department, which had been like a transparent person in the past.

As the police department of the federal political center, its professional capabilities may be average, but its ability to stand in line is absolutely first-class.

Seeing that all major departments were unwilling to take over the case, the SAR police department waved its hand and resolutely promised in front of the media that it would never give up. It would definitely investigate the truth and safeguard the freedom, democracy and noble laws of the federation!

However, before this, the police department's case handling funds have been reduced, forcing police resources to decline year by year. It may take a long time to investigate this case. I hope everyone can understand. It would be better if you can provide some financial help...

"Enough with these police officers."

The next day, in the living room of a villa in Washington, DC, Mona curled up on the sofa with her doll in her arms, watching the DC Police Chief talking on TV, her head full of black lines as she complained speechlessly:
"The low crime clearance rate is due to a lack of funding, which leads to a lack of equipment; patrol officers are violent towards people because of a lack of funding, which leads to a lack of wages and bad tempers... Lack of funding is really a universal excuse."

"Yeah yeah."

Next to them, Lacey, Chenelle and Michelle were also squeezed on the sofa, holding their dolls, eating snacks and watching TV.

After Mona finished speaking, Lacey put down the snack bag, licked her fingers, and complained with an indignant look on her face:
"I have seen SAR police groping female tourists who came to the SAR on suspicion of carrying illegal items when I went shopping with others several times.

One time a guy tried to stop me, and if I hadn’t pulled out my FBI gold badge, he would have dared to attack me that day.”

“The quality of some SAR police officers is indeed not high.”

Michelle raised his glasses and analyzed seriously:

"However, it is true that the funding for the SAR police has been declining year by year. Compared with the last century, their funding has been reduced by nearly one-fifteenth in recent years.

And this trend shows no signs of stopping, and is even getting worse. I feel that in a few years, those police forces will have to significantly reduce their manpower and even their salaries.”

Lacey and Mona's expressions changed slightly. Chenier put down the snacks, frowned and asked:

"What about our FBI? Will funding be cut as well?"

Among the four women on the sofa, Michelle is the one who reads books and watches the news and knows the most. Mona and the others trust Michelle's analysis very much.

"possible."

Michelle nodded, then she changed the subject and said with a smile: "But we don't have to worry. With Team Leader Luo An here, it doesn't matter if the salary of our special investigation team is a little lower."

"really!"

The worry on Chenier's face disappeared instantly and she began to laugh. Lacey also laughed and put her arm around Mona's shoulders and asked:
"Where's Luo An? Why didn't I see him today? Did you have a conflict with him and kicked him out of the villa?"

"Take your hand away, there are snack crumbs on it!"

Mona rolled her eyes at Lacey, swayed her body to push Lacey away, and answered casually:

"Luo An went to Wall Street in New York. He has some investments there. He happened to have nothing to do these few days, so he went there to check out the situation."

"Roan has investments on Wall Street?"

Lacey's eyes lit up, and she quickly found a tissue to wipe her hands clean. She hugged Mona's arm tightly and said excitedly:

"What stocks did he invest in? Did you follow suit? Can you take me with you?"

Before following Roan and Mona to the Los Angeles Special Investigation Team, Lacey had sought investment experience from Roan, bought some stocks, and made a lot of money.

Since then, Lacey has believed in Luo An's vision very much. Luo An bought stocks of some Internet companies such as Apple and Amazon. Although Lacey believed more in industry and did not quite understand the Internet, she still gritted her teeth and followed up, investing two-thirds of her funds.

Before long, Lacey saw the stocks she bought continued to rise, and she made a lot of money in just two years. From then on, Lacey believed in Luo An even more. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Luo An dared to recommend it, Lacey would go all in and buy it!
Chenil and Michelle, who were standing beside them, turned their heads and looked at Mona with interest when they heard the conversation between the two.

After they joined Luo An's team, they also bought some stocks based on Lacey's real-life evidence.

They entered the market a little late, and they didn't earn as much as Lacey, but it was still a considerable amount. From then on, they admired Luo An even more.

Facing the three girls' sparkling gazes, Mona's mouth twitched. Even though she knew that the three girls were not coveting Luo An's body but only his eyes, she still had the unpleasant feeling that her own toy was liked by others.

Shaking her head and throwing away the messy thoughts in her mind, Mona spread her hands and explained:
“I’m sorry, I really don’t know much about Luo An’s investment in Wall Street. I just know that the entry qualification is very high.”

"Forget it then."

After hearing Mona's explanation, Lacey immediately gave up the idea. Michelle and Chenille also shook their heads and stopped asking questions. The girls chatted for a while, and when the sun slanted and the temperature outside dropped, they changed their clothes and went out together to go shopping and eat.

At the same time, deep in a cafe on a street not far from Wall Street in New York, Luo An sat in a chair and calmly sipped cappuccino.

The man sitting opposite him, wearing a suit but with dark circles under his eyes, had already drunk three cups of coffee. He was the manager who helped Roan deal with CDS financial products, Michael Bray.

"Those damn guys!"

"What a bunch of bastards!"

"Shit! I don't know what those people were thinking!"

Michael Bray kept saying greetings while drinking coffee, his hands were shaking with anger.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Michael Bray finally quieted down. Luo An waved his hand and asked the waiter to take the cup away. He looked at Michael Bray and smiled:

"Have you finished venting?"

Michael Bray let out a long breath, looked at Luo An with a little surprise, and asked hoarsely:
"Luo An, aren't you angry? Those people are lying. They are using lies to control federal housing prices!"

(End of this chapter)