Legendary FBI Detective

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Federal, a globally renowned immigrant nation, with immigrants making up around 14% of the total population.

Among them, Latin American and Caribbean immigrants are the most numerous, followed closely by Asians and Europeans.

Add to that the descendants of the Southern Black population from the plantation era, and the longstanding "3G1A" issues (Gay rights, Guns, God and religion, Abortion) that have persisted from the founding of the Federation to the modern day.

This makes the overall social atmosphere of the Federation far from harmonious, better described as cutthroat and impossibly tangled.

The state of the various social strata could also be described as thriving and vigorously competitive.

The White Supremacist Organization first appeared during the Federal Civil War period, also known as the "3K Klan," and likes to achieve its goals through violent means.

Compared to the "3K Klan," "The First Order" is no doubt an amateur among amateurs.

Michelle pulled up all the data on that organization, Luo An found out that the group's members were barely over a dozen strong, with slogans and programs copied from other organizations.

The organization had a slogan claiming that "it is those people of color and immigrants who bring crime, drug dealings, and violence to this land."

Luo An sneered, thinking that the Indians with tingling scalps must feel the same way.

Los Angeles and San Francisco, one in central California, the other in northern California, are about 560 kilometers apart, a drive that takes over six hours.

Fortunately, the FBI Los Angeles Branch has several small airplanes, and Luo An submitted a request to the group supervisor, Potante-Bo En, then took off with Mona and Michelle, led by the pilot, in a small plane to the San Francisco FBI branch.

In less than two hours, the three of them arrived at the FBI San Francisco Branch, where Mona also uncovered new leads.

Stopping her typing, Mona looked very serious:

"I hacked into Tom Hamilton's computer and found in his chat history that he has recently contacted a captain who has just retired from the military.

That captain's last assignment was to guard an armory, and he took some things from the armory when he left."

"What things?"

"Two GB gas bombs."

Michelle, puzzled, looked at Luo An:

"What is GB?"

Luo An's face immediately darkened:

"Sarin gas!"

Sarin gas, which primarily attacks the connection between nerves and muscles in the human body, can paralyze a person from head to toe within minutes, rendering him immobile and eventually unable to breathe.

This kind of agony typically lasts for 10-15 minutes and ultimately tortures the person to death.

"Fu-k."

With a dark face, Luo An pulled out his phone and asked:

"Did Tom Hamilton buy those two gas bombs yet?"

"Not yet, but the transaction time has been set."

Mona quickly scrolled down the chat page and then suddenly looked up, her face serious:

"It's in four hours, in an abandoned parking lot in Southern San Francisco!"

"OK!"

Upon hearing this, Luo An immediately pressed the button to start coordinating with the FBI San Francisco Branch and the local SWAT team.

Luo An also called the local CDC, requesting them to prepare plenty of antidote injections, just in case.

With the news of the existence of the gas bombs, the FBI San Francisco Branch immediately went into full action, dispatching two investigation teams and two SWAT teams to join Luo An and the other two at the target location.

"Hello, Group Leader Greenwood, I have heard of your name for a long time, but you are much younger than I imagined," said a middle-aged white man with a crew cut, sunken eyes, and a bearded face, extending his hand to shake with Luo An's as he introduced himself:

"I am the team leader for tonight's operation, just call me Kevin."

"Hello, Captain Kevin."

Luo An shook hands with him, exchanged a few simple pleasantries, and then asked:

"How's the preparation for the antidote injections?"

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"The situation is not very ideal."

Captain Kevin's face didn't look good. The CDC indeed had some antidotes for sarin gas, but only a very limited quantity.

The situation tonight was too sudden; the CDC could do nothing on short notice, and currently, among the thirty-something team members, there were less than ten antidote injections available.

The reason they did not choose to arrest people within the city was the fear of encountering emergencies, such as a leak of poison gas bombs in the city.

The transaction location discussed by Tom Hamilton and that captain was a secluded, abandoned parking lot with no residents around, only some homeless people.

To avoid alarming anyone prematurely, the FBI's San Francisco branch did not plan to evacuate those homeless people, and it would be best to capture the two preparing to deal in poison gas bombs alive.

Due to the shortage of antidote injections, the solution given by the higher-ups was to be extra careful during the operation and to make sure not to shoot the two poison gas bombs.

"..."

After hearing Captain Kevin's words, Luo An's eyelids twitched violently.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to have Mona and Michelle stay in the car later, a bit farther from the action, and if something went wrong, to run away immediately.

Everyone soon arrived at the target location and found the abandoned parking lot to be very open and not suitable for an ambush.

There was an abandoned factory 300 meters to the southwest, so Captain Kevin dispatched two snipers there to hide up high.

Several troop carriers hid even further away, two SWAT teams, and people including Luo An were hidden even farther from the location.

Contacting the FBI's San Francisco branch, plus the branch coordinating to dispatch members and rushing over here, nearly two hours had passed.

So Luo An and the others did not have to hide and wait long before a black Toyota Camry slowly approached the parking lot from afar.

The Camry drove into the parking lot, and the driver showed no intention of getting out, just quietly waiting.

Just as Captain Kevin was about to press the communicator to have the SWAT team and the snipers take control of this person, Luo An suddenly pressed down on his hand.

Suddenly, from another direction not too far away, a white Chevrolet Cobalt appeared, driving into the parking lot with its headlights beaming from a distance.

The two cars faced each other across the deserted parking lot, flashing their lights a few times to confirm the signal was correct. The doors of both drivers' sides opened at the same time.

A burly Black man and a middle-aged White man each carrying a bag, slowly appeared in front of Captain Kevin and the waiting SWAT team members.

Luo An frowned at this sight, Tom Hamilton was a white supremacist, why would he do business with a Black man?

At this moment, in the abandoned parking lot, under the illumination of the headlights, White man Tom Hamilton was shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the Black captain.

At the same time, the voices of the two snipers sounded in Captain Kevin's communicator:

"We have the target in our sight."

Captain Kevin did not reply but quietly watched the scene of the transaction in the parking lot. After the Black captain and Tom exchanged pleasantries, it was time to check the money and goods.

Seeing this, Captain Kevin suddenly waved his hand and commanded:

"Move!"

As soon as he spoke, the SWAT team members, who had been waiting in ambush, immediately raised their weapons and rushed towards the two men in the parking lot from all directions, shouting loudly:

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands behind your head!"

"Get on the ground! Fast! Get on the ground!"

The sudden appearance startled both Tom and the Black captain. Realizing what happened, Tom cursed loudly and immediately drew a pistol from behind his back, aiming it at the Black captain's head, ready to pull the trigger:

"Son of a bitch! You damn tool, dare to deceive me?!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The next second, to Captain Kevin's astonishment, Luo An, who had somehow produced a pistol, fired four shots. Four gunshots rang out, the pistol in Tom's hand spat out sparks and fell to the ground. His right arm and both thighs each sprouted a splash of blood.

The next second, several SWAT team members rushed forward, pounced on both Tom and the Black captain, and handcuffed their hands firmly.

The two were successfully captured. Luo An blew on the gun barrel, put away his pistol, and Captain Kevin turned his head with a look full of surprise and shock:

"Group Leader Greenwood, you..."

Luo An grinned and was about to speak when suddenly a SWAT team member in the center of the parking lot shouted:

"Sir! The poison gas bombs are fake! The money in the bags is also counterfeit."

"???"