FBI detective

Chapter 829 The Story of Unlucky Martin

Hearing Luo An's words, Mona stood up without hesitation and prepared to go out. Martin's face changed drastically and he quickly called out:
"Wait! You can't take me to FBI headquarters and put the blame on me!
I said, I really don’t know what’s going on with that counterfeit bill!”

Martin shouted loudly and his tone was so sincere that it made people feel as if he was really being framed.

Mona didn't even look at this and walked out of the interrogation room without looking back.

Martin became even more anxious when he saw this, and hurriedly said to Luo An:

"Mr. Agent, I really don't know..."

"Don't panic, Martin."

Luo An closed Mona's laptop and smiled:
"My name is Roan Greenwood. I am an ordinary special investigation team leader. Regarding this case..."

Just as he was halfway through his words, Martin suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you Roan Greenwood?"

Luo An was stunned for a moment, and then his smile became even more kind:
"Have you heard my story?"

There was something slightly wrong with this sentence, but Martin didn't notice it.

When he confirmed that the guy in front of him with an ordinary handsome face was team leader Roan Greenwood himself, his face suddenly turned red and white, and beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.

Not long after, Mona returned to the interrogation room with a document. Martin let out a long breath and sat down in the chair dejectedly. His voice was much lower than before:
"I said, I said, I do know the details of the counterfeit bill."

There was a flash of surprise in Mona's eyes. She had not really made any application just now. She had actually been standing at the door waiting. Luo An's words were just an interrogation technique agreed upon in advance.

While standing at the door waiting, Mona heard the conversation in the room and knew that Roan did not say much. Martin just heard Roan's name and chose to confess everything.

Mona was quite shocked by this. She looked at Luo An with surprise. Could it be that Luo An only needed a name to make the criminal speak?

Martin was actually very helpless about this. He had been in the underground world for so long and had heard from some people about the reputation of the special investigation team led by Luo An and its astonishing 100% crime-solving rate.

The name Roan Greenwood is actually more famous in some areas of the underground world than in the outside world.

Martin has a clear understanding of himself. He is just a small drug addict and is not even worthy of carrying shoes for those underground arms dealers, well-known killers, famous mercenaries and others.

Those people were defeated by Luo An. Martin was not arrogant enough to think that he was more powerful than them. Instead of struggling and resisting, he might as well lie down and accept it.

Maybe if I had a better attitude and coordinated my movements, I would feel more comfortable later.

Thinking of this, Martin Torres' eyes lit up, he straightened his back and said seriously:
"Team Leader Luo An, I do know something about those counterfeit bills.

In fact, they were actually obtained from a scammer when I was selling flour some time ago.

I lost everything, and then I robbed the old man."

Martin Torres said that one day not long ago, an acquaintance came to his door with a stranger to buy white flour and was willing to pay Martin an introduction fee.

After careful investigation several times and confirming that the stranger's identity was correct, Martin sold the other party some flour for the sake of his acquaintance.

After waiting for a while and making sure that there was no problem, Martin sold flour to the other party again and made a lot of money.

Later, Martin took the money to find a flour shipper further behind, but he was severely beaten because the shipper found that the money was counterfeit through a money detector.

Martin didn't expect that the atmosphere outside had become so evil and there was no manners at all. He immediately started cursing and went to his acquaintance's house with his weapon to demand an explanation.

As a result, acquaintances disappeared, and the addresses given by strangers were also deserted. Martin lost all his flour and face, and even his IQ was doubted by others. He became a laughing stock among some people in the underworld.

Soon, Martin's previous savings were gone. With no other options left, he decided to cross industries and make some money through robbery.

Martin, who had been inhaling flour for a long time, was thin and had a low success rate in robbing adult men. As for robbing adult women... he was afraid that the other party was carrying pepper spray, so he finally set his target on the elderly.

It would be best if they were elderly people with pensions, who were rich and easy to rob. But I never expected that the white old man, under the threat of the dagger, obediently took out all the money, and just as he was about to leave, the old man pulled out a revolver from his pants and shot...

After finishing his narration, Martin looked up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

The world outside is too dark, and there is no trust between people. The big family in prison with simple customs is more suitable for me.

"..." x2
Mona's eyelids twitched, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she didn't know what to say. Luo An's mouth twitched, and he was silent for a few seconds to suppress the complaints in his heart, and asked:

"Did the strange face you mentioned say what his name was?"

"He said his name was Little John."

Martin spread his hands and said disdainfully:
"Obviously a fake name."

Luo An didn't care and continued to ask:

"If I ask an artist to come over now, can you describe the guy's face and make a simulated portrait for us?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Martin Torres nodded heavily and said through gritted teeth:
"I will never forget what that guy looked like in my life."

"OK."

Luo An nodded with satisfaction, and then asked some detailed questions. After making sure that there were no omissions, Luo An called the Trace Examination Department to ask the painter for help, and then returned to the special investigation team with Mona.

"So, according to what this unlucky guy Martin Torres said, plus the clues we have found so far..."

In the office area, Lacey counted on her fingers and concluded:
“The counterfeit money seller first went north from Atlanta, passed through several states, and finally arrived in Washington, D.C.

In Washington, DC, the counterfeit money seller first used a batch of counterfeit money to buy some flour from Martin, and after the success, he hid his identity and disappeared.

Then he contacted gang leader Janito and sold him $500,000 in counterfeit bills... Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

"Something is definitely wrong."

Chenier took a sip of coffee and frowned.
"Since the other party's purpose is to sell counterfeit money, there is no need to use counterfeit money to buy flour. This will only increase the chance of their identity being exposed. The benefits are not proportional to the risks."

"Is there a possibility?"

Winslow thought about it and guessed:

“There was more than one person selling counterfeit notes, and one of them had a habit of sucking flour.

Rather than spending the real money you earn to buy flour, it is better to use counterfeit money, a guy like Martin who has average eyesight. "

"Um……"

Several agents were silent. Winslow's analysis made sense in a sense.

Looking at the straight lines of red dots on Chenier's computer, Luo An crossed his arms over his chest and said:

"If you look at this, South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia, these are all places where counterfeit money is very low.

Only Washington, D.C., in the far north, and Atlanta, Georgia, in the far south, have the highest amount of counterfeit money.”

"You suspect these two places are the counterfeit money team's production base and sales site?"

"No."

Luo An shook his head and was about to explain when a sound suddenly rang from the computer beside him. Mona's eyes lit up and she said excitedly:
“The simulated portrait is done!”

(End of this chapter)