Legendary FBI Detective

In the alley.

Feeling the sharp pain in his chest and seeing the fresh blood he had just spat out, the middle-aged Caucasian’s eyes brimmed with anger.

He fumbled for a handgun from behind his back, cursing under his breath as he prepared to attack Luo An.

"Son of..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, Luo An had already coldly moved in front of him.

Snap!

Easily grabbing the wrist with the gun, Luo An twisted it forcefully.

Crack!

"Ah—"

The clear, crisp sound of bone breaking was music to the ears. The middle-aged man’s pupils dilated, and he screamed in agony.

Luo An’s mouth curled into a smile as he said coldly:

"First it was a Molotov cocktail, now a gun? You sure have a lot of weapons."

"Fu-k You!"

Despite the severe pain from his fracture causing his forehead to be covered in large beads of sweat, the middle-aged man still did not forget to curse and pose his question:

"Damn FBI! How did you get through that fire?"

Luo An raised an eyebrow; of course, it was a fireproof potion from the system’s treasure box.

But he didn’t need to answer the other party’s question, because at this moment, the middle-aged man’s other hand was hastily reaching for another mini handgun he had been hiding, prepared to continue his attack on Luo An.

Seeing the man’s move, Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly. He first grabbed the man’s wrist forcefully, using it to toss the handgun behind the middle-aged man on the ground.

Then Luo An stepped back slightly, delivering a whipping kick to the man’s body.

Thud—

The middle-aged Caucasian felt a blur of motion before receiving a heavy blow to the stomach, his body bending like a lobster and crashing against the wall he had been near earlier.

Bang!

The next second, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hole appeared in the middle of the middle-aged man’s forehead, his body going limp and collapsing to the ground.

"With ’FBI’ emblazoned across the chest plate of my armor vest, this guy tried over and over again to send me to Heaven. I had no choice but to send him to hell first."

Beep beep beep—

As Luo An was thoroughly checking the wallet from the man’s pocket, Mona drove up in an SUV to the end of the alley on the street, quickly got out with her handgun, and approached Luo An with worry etched in her eyes:

"Are you alright? Luo An!"

"I’m fine."

Luo An waved his hand to indicate he was unharmed, then handed over the wallet he had found on the corpse to Mona, saying with a smile:

"There are photos, credit cards, and a driver’s license inside. Check out his identity information."

"No problem."

Taking the wallet, and seeing that Luo An was uninjured, Mona breathed a sigh of relief. After agreeing to Luo An’s request, she gave his arm a harsh smack and sternly said:

"Luo An, you always pursue the enemy alone, that’s too dangerous! You absolutely cannot do this next time!"

"Alright, it won’t happen next time."

Luo An chuckled.

"..."

After giving Luo An a sharp glare, Mona pulled out her phone to call agents to come and deal with the body.

When the professional agents arrived, Luo An and Mona immediately returned to the Jacob Federation Building in the SUV.

—

Inside the interrogation room, the young Caucasian man who had been in the passenger seat of the grey car sat on a chair, looking at the handcuffs on his wrists and glancing around in panic.

"That middle-aged white man’s name is Holan. He has been to prison for multiple crimes including illegal possession of weapons, intentional injury, and illegal possession of drugs, and he’s currently on parole.

This guy here is named Comit, and he’s a college student."

In the monitoring room, Mona displayed the personal information of the individual to Luo An and Reesi, saying:

"Comit’s history from childhood shows he’s been a good boy, without any criminal record."

"Now he does have one, and it’s a serious crime starting with assaulting an FBI agent."

Seeing the records on the computer, Luo An’s lips curled slightly.

Because it showed Komit was very timid.

When Reesi was ready with her notebook, Luo An put away his smile, took a deep breath, and kicked open the interrogation room door with force.

Bang!

The sudden loud noise startled Kemite so much that his body shook, his face filled with panic, and had his hands not been handcuffed, he almost jumped out of his chair.

"Comit Sheffield!"

Seeing his reaction, Luo An put on a feigned angry expression and yelled:

"Have you gone mad? Throwing Molotov cocktails at the FBI? And then trying to run us over with a car afterward?!"

"NONONO..."

Seeing the cold light in Luo An’s eyes, Komit’s face turned pale as he waved his hands repeatedly, stumbling over his words but with an urgent tone to explain:

"Our target wasn’t you guys at the FBI; it was just that newspaper!

And I didn’t throw the Molotov cocktail—it was Holan!

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It wasn’t me driving either; it was Bob—he’s the one who wanted to hit you guys and escape!"

Frightened by Luo An, Komit immediately confessed everything.

Sitting in her chair, Reesi recorded what he said, and gave Luo An a thumbs up where Komit couldn’t see.

Luo An raised an eyebrow at Komit, then continued to shout:

"Why? Why would you throw Molotov cocktails at that newspaper? Do you hate newspapers that much?"

"No, I don’t hate newspapers themselves."

Komit swallowed before answering:

"I just hate that organization’s slogan, and their actions.

Newspapers should be neutral tools for expressing one’s viewpoints, but they’ve been transformed into a means for that so-called elite bunch to wantonly insult and slander others."

Wantonly slander others?

A glint flashed in Luo An’s eyes, an idea forming in his mind, he asked:

"So you used Molotov cocktails to harm them? What’s the reason?"

"We just wanted to scare them a bit; I didn’t mean to harm anyone."

Komit responded:

"Of course, the reason is that those people killed Congressman Emmanuel Bain!"

Their political group supports white supremacy.

Luo An nodded imperceptibly, this aligned with his earlier hypothesis, and he continued asking:

"Do you think that arson case is related to that newspaper? Is there evidence?"

"I’m not sure about that; Holan and Bob were the ones who told me."

Komit shook his head, explaining that he had only recently joined their political group and wasn’t clear about the specifics, then he added:

"However, when I first joined the group, our base was burned down with Molotov cocktails, and we had to move to a new location.

Someone in that newspaper had claimed responsibility for it, so it’s very possible that Emmanuel Bain was killed by someone from that newspaper as well."

"Your group’s base was burned down?"

Reesi frowned as she continued writing, and Luo An kept questioning:

"Did you report it to the police?"

Komit shook his head:

"We didn’t call the police because no one was hurt, just contacted the New York Fire Department."

"That would make it easier for you to seek revenge afterward."

Luo An nodded, instantly guessing the political group leader’s thoughts.

After getting the address of their fire-damaged base from Komit, Luo An promptly left the interrogation room with Reesi, then contacted the Evidence Collection Department’s agents to search for clues at the base.

That afternoon, Comit Sheffield walked into the Investigation Team Five with the report from the Evidence Collection Department, laughing loudly:

"Everyone, good news!

According to the examination by the Evidence Collection Department on the fragments of Molotov cocktails from both fire scenes, they found that the materials were the same, the manufacturing technique and some details were also completely identical!

Therefore, it is highly likely that the criminal behind both cases is the same person or the same group of people!"