Legendary FBI Detective

Two streaks of cold light appeared behind Luo An at that moment, Barton Polard who was lying on the ground suddenly curled his lips, revealing an almost imperceptible cold smirk on his fierce face.

Although he didn't know how Luo An had detected him just now, the two people behind Luo An could definitely assassinate him with a surprise attack.

Imagining the scene of Luo An spewing blood in angry death, along with the pain of being shot in his right arm, made Barton Polard's breathing become heavy with excitement!

The next second, the excitement in Barton Polard's heart came to an abrupt halt.

Because Luo An, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, suddenly stepped forward to dodge the two streaks of cold light, then turned around and raised his weapon, aiming at the two attackers before pulling the trigger again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots to the left, three shots to the right. The three bullets from the rifle on the left accurately hit Noble Polard's two arms.

On the right, two bullets missed the target, only one hit a middle-aged Caucasian with a crew cut and a black coat on his left arm.

Noble Polard and the middle-aged man were filled with shock the moment they were hit, not only amazed by Luo An's rapid response, but also puzzled about how Luo An had detected them.

But now was not the time to question. Noble Polard and the middle-aged Caucasian exchanged glances and again raised their daggers towards Luo An.

Luo An's expression darkened as he raised the rifle again to counterattack. Suddenly, Barton Polard, who had previously been lying on the ground, rushed up from behind and tightly embraced Luo An, desperately lifting the muzzle of Luo An's gun upwards with frantic force.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All three shots missed, firing into the roof of the mine. Noble Polard also reached Luo An's side, not only seizing the rifle but his dagger, glinting coldly, slashed towards Luo An's throat, while the middle-aged Caucasian's dagger stabbed towards Luo An's lower abdomen.

Barton Polard, who was firmly holding Luo An's body, sneered repeatedly upon seeing this.

Luo An's mind quickly spun; he speedily released the rifle and dodged Noble Polard's dagger, then abruptly spun around, using Barton Polard as a shield, blocking the path of the middle-aged Caucasian's advancing dagger.

Pfft—

The sound of a weapon piercing into the body was heard, Barton Polard's face immediately stiffened, the middle-aged Caucasian's dagger had penetrated his body.

"Fuc—"

Barton Polard's eyebrows shot up in fury. Before he could finish his curse, a familiar force struck him. Luo An grasped Barton Polard's arm and threw him onto Noble Polard, then delivered a sweeping kick that sent the middle-aged Caucasian several steps back.

"Mother-Fu-ker!

Cockerland! You son of a bitch, you did it on purpose! This is vengeance!"

Lying on the ground, Barton Polard cursed at the middle-aged Caucasian, who covered his stomach in severe pain from Luo An's kick and revealed an ugly smile:

"Cut the crap, dealing with our common enemy is what's most important, right?"

Barton Polard continued swearing, Noble Polard helped him up from the ground, then aimed the rifle, which they had snatched moments before, at Luo An and sneered:

"Got any last words to say? Damned FBI."

"I wouldn't say a last word because that gun has no bullets."

Luo An grinned, shaking the rifle's magazine in his hand; he had preemptively removed and retrieved it when he realized that they were about to seize the gun.

"...Fu-k!"

Noble Polard's face turned black at the sight, throwing the rifle aside and cursing at Luo An.

Barton Polard's face changed as he drew a pistol from his lower back.

It was a pistol he had stolen from Luo An's waist when Luo An was not paying attention.

Looking closely, sure enough, it also had no magazine.

"..."x3

Seeing Barton Polard's face turn black with anger, practically wanting to bite himself, Luo An grinned and felt a bit embarrassed:

"When I was chasing you guys earlier, I was worried about losing my weapon, so I had already removed the pistol's magazine."

"You mother**%@#/..."

Hearing this, the Pollard brothers cursed even louder. Luo An pretended not to hear and turned his attention to the middle-aged Caucasian, asking:

"Are you Cockerland?"

"That's his fake name."

Before Cockerland could answer, Barton Polard bent down to rifle through pockets, replying:

"He's the guy who killed our teammate."

Luo An's gaze shifted as he asked:

"Why did you two brothers, along with that Francisco, kidnap Ke Green? Can you tell me?

And Cockerland, who exactly are you?"

"You've been watching too many movies, Mr. FBI."

Barton Polard snickered, pulling out two syringes from a pocket and said:

"Do you think we're going to be like those brainless villains in the movies, whatever you ask, we'll answer?"

While saying this, Barton Polard handed one of the syringes to Noble Pollard. Then they both removed the caps and plunged the needles into the flesh beside their gunshot wounds.

Previously, Luo An was quite certain that there were no such things as biological weapons or agents in this world; then a thought crossed his mind and he frowned:

"Adrenaline?"

"Take a guess."

The Pollard brothers smirked in response. Seeing them inject the drug, their bodies shaking and breathing becoming rapid, Luo An felt relieved.

He knew the reaction the human body has to adrenaline, and the Pollard brothers' reactions matched exactly. Luo An quickly discarded some thoughts in his mind, letting go of a weight in his heart.

After injecting the adrenaline, the veins on the Pollard brothers' necks bulged, and the pain from the bullet wounds was significantly dampened.

"Kill him!"

The brothers shared a glance with Cockerland, shouting loudly as they suddenly lunged at Luo An with daggers.

"Agent, those marks you made earlier—I made even more. Believe me, your teammates won't get here in time to save you!"

The man with the name similar to Cockerland was no pushover. He shouted out a few lines aiming to crush Luo An's psychological defense, hoping to create an opening in Luo An's combat stance, then charged into the fight with a dagger.

However, Luo An was unfazed, as he had been constantly using "Emotional Perception" in his mind. He had detected their ambush earlier with it, and now, it helped him sense the emotions of Winslow and others who weren't too far away.

Facing the three enemies with their killing intent brewing, Luo An scoffed, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He drew a dagger from a pocket near his thigh and, instead of retreating, charged straight forward to meet them!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a moment, the small, dimly lit mine tunnel, faintly illuminated by the light from the end of a rifle, was filled with the sound of clashing daggers and the muffled grunts of bodies colliding.

Due to the adrenaline, the Pollard brothers fought recklessly, trading blow for blow, their eyes bloodshot in their frenzied attack on Luo An.

Sss—

Unable to dodge in time, a flash of cold light streaked by, and a cut was made on Luo An's left arm.

Kicking Barton Polard away and feeling the pain at the wound, Luo An saw the blood and his eyes grew colder, but a smile appeared on his face as he raised his dagger and plunged back into the fray!

Furious, Luo An's heart pounded wildly; his speed and strength of attack rose to a new level. The Pollard brothers and Cockerland grew increasingly horrified as they fought, their pupils shrinking and faces showing incredible shock.

Because they realized that after Luo An got familiar with their techniques, he began to dominate all three of them singlehandedly!

The Pollard brothers' lips trembled, but they persevered, continuing their onslaught against Luo An despite the pain, while Cockerland was panicking. He no longer wanted to fight Luo An, and tried to escape several times, but was always dragged back into the fray by Luo An!

"Luo An!"

"They're over here!"

Just then, Winslow and a team of SWAT members suddenly appeared nearby. The Pollard brothers and Cockerland were startled.

Taking advantage of their momentary distraction, a sharp white gleam flashed from Luo An's dagger. In the blink of an eye, he cut the tendons of the Pollard brothers' hands and feet and knocked them to the ground.

Aghast, Cockerland attempted to flee, but Luo An's well-practiced roundhouse kick struck him hard in the waist, sending him uncontrollably smashing into a wall.

As Luo An approached him with a raised dagger, the pain-stricken Cockerland, unable to stand, saw this and felt a chill like a ghost sinking into an ice cellar, then suddenly shouted:

"I'm CIA! I know the identity of those kidnappers! I know the truth behind the bank robbery case!"