Legendary FBI Detective

Wednesday, 11 am, in a temporary office on New York Long Island, the air was quiet with only the busy tones from a phone call continuously sounding.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling—

The ringing went on, unanswered.

After a moment, Luo An took the initiative to hang up the call.

"What's going on?"

The moment the phone call ended, Mona and Chenier immediately came over, Reesi asked anxiously:

"What has happened to Winslow and Michelle? Are they in danger?"

Mona and Chenier, with equally tense expressions, looked towards Luo An. They, like Reesi, suspected that something bad had happened to Winslow and Michelle.

A thoughtful flicker passed through the bottom of Luo An's eyes. He pondered for a few seconds, then his face suddenly turned very serious as he commanded in a decisive tone:

"Chenier, Reesi, you two head out now. Lead five SWAT operation teams to raid and arrest the members at the base of the 'organization'!

Mona, you come with me. We'll lead two SWAT operation teams to arrest the primary head of the 'organization'!"

During the previous investigative process, the agents of Team 13 had already figured out the location of the 'organization's' base, located within a medium-sized manor in the New York Suburbs.

Luo An had also found a design company through investigation, obtained the structural blueprints of the manor from there, and figured out the construction and layout of the buildings within the manor.

The head of the 'organization' was an individual named Francisco, who was ostensibly a wealthy magnate who ran a chain of hotels, frequented various banquets and evening parties, and donated a substantial amount of charity money.

But this "Francisco," upon careful investigation by Luo An and others, turned out to be an alias. His real name was actually "Nacho Jones," a man who fourteen years ago was a pastor who worshipped God and led his congregation in worship every week.

Hearing Luo An's orders, the eyes of the three agents, Reesi and the others, went wide. Mona hesitated for a few seconds, then asked:

"Luo An, what about Winslow and Michelle..."

"They're fine."

Luo An shook his head. Winslow and Michelle were in the office area of Team 13, which was part of the FBI Washington Headquarters. Few people would directly intrude there, and even fewer could cause them to lose contact.

If someone maliciously took the two away, Luo An thought, when he called, the other party would definitely answer and state their demands or requirements.

But now, the calls were continuously unanswered, and when combined with the orders recently issued by Vireness over the phone... Luo An quickly surmised a possibility.

Time was urgent. Luo An did not provide Mona and the others with a detailed explanation. They quickly grabbed their weapons and equipment and immediately split up, leading the SWAT teams to carry out their operations.

"Francisco," that is, "Nacho Jones," lived in a large villa district in Southern New York.

The black SUVs and dark troop transporters quickly arrived at the target villa. Once the vehicles were parked, everyone swiftly disembarked and immediately stormed into the villa.

Boom—

With a single strike, the battering ram shattered the front door of the villa, and SWAT team members, shields in hand, charged in first, followed closely by Luo An, Mona, and other SWAT team members:

"FBI!"

"Don't move!"

"Stand up! Don't make any other movements!"

"Put your hands behind your head!"

There were several people in the villa doing housekeeping who were startled by the SWAT team's rapid actions. They came to their senses and, following the instructions, raised their hands and stood against the wall.

Soon, every room in the villa had been checked, but there was no sign of Nacho Jones.

Upon questioning the housekeeping staff, it was discovered they were just cleaners hired from a company, recently arrived at the villa and unaware of the circumstances.

Mona returned to the SUV, took out a laptop, and began pulling up nearby surveillance footage. Luo An, on the other hand, approached the community manager of the villa district.

"Sorry, agent, sir."

The community manager of the villa district was a white man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, sporting a slicked-back hairdo. Upon hearing Luo An's inquiries, he smiled and said:

"We cannot disclose our clients' privacy."

Luo An's expression remained unchanged as he laughed:

"So that means you know the time when Mr. Francisco left the area, right?"

The community manager smirked without responding, and seeing this, Luo An also cracked a smile and waved his hand, saying:

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but it's best you don't leave New York City these few days.

If anything unforeseen happens to Mr. Francisco, we'll definitely need to have a word with you for delaying and hindering federal agents in the execution of their duties. After all, you have knowledge of the matter and haven't reported it, which makes you a prime suspect."

The community leader's eyelids twitched, and after a brief silence, he spoke in a low voice:

"Half an hour ago, Mr. Francisco and his driver left this area via the road in the southern part of the community."

"Good."

Luo An nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Mona who was typing on her keyboard. After a few seconds, Mona clapped her hands together, exclaiming:

"I found them!"

Luo An didn't waste any words, immediately shouting:

"Let's go!"

He floored the accelerator, and the SUV shot out like a sword, with the SWAT tactical vehicle closely following behind. The two black cars rapidly began their chase in the direction Mona had just discovered.

While driving, Luo An said:

"Contact the NYPD, have them set up roadblocks to intercept the target."

"It's already been done; the NYPD is mobilizing personnel."

Mona on the passenger seat nodded, indicating that she had contacted the NYPD the moment the location of Francisco and his driver was determined.

"OK."

Luo An then asked:

"How are Chenier and Reesi doing?"

"They are doing fairly well."

Feeling the increasing speed of the vehicle, Mona calmly tightened her seat belt and replied:

"They lead the SWAT team in surrounding the manor and are currently carrying out a raid.

The security personnel of 'The Organization' are putting up a fierce resistance, and both sides have begun exchanging fire, but the strength of those security personnel is ordinary. Reesi, Chenier, and the SWAT members are steadily advancing."

"Send them a message."

Luo An paused to think and then said:

"Tell them to pay extra attention to the hostages held by those people, and also to the issue of secret passages."

Westerners generally construct secret passages in their manors for emergencies. During Luo An's investigation into this manor, he had discovered traces of several secret passages, and he had marked some red lines on the design blueprint of the manor before today's action.

"Understood."

Mona nodded firmly and began typing:

"I'll message Reesi and Chenier right away."

The black SUV weaved through the traffic on New York's streets, racing at high speed. Seeing the traffic light up ahead start to flash, Luo An was about to depress the gas pedal fully to dash out first, but Mona's expression suddenly changed, shouting in alarm:

"Luo An! There's a message from the NYPD, they've been attacked!"

Luo An's expression turned stern, he eased up on the accelerator slightly, and inquired:

"The attackers, are they Francisco or his driver?"

"It's a group of guys who suddenly showed up!"

Mona rapidly typed on the keyboard, pulling up surveillance footage from near the scene of the incident, trying to clarify the situation, while she spoke:

"The NYPD doesn't know the identity of that group, whether they're under Francisco or..."

"Or a third party."

A cold flash swept across Luo An's eyes as he said in a chilling tone:

"Like someone who wants to kill Francisco to silence him."

"This..."

Mona furrowed her brow, just about to speak, when suddenly at the intersection ahead, a truck burst forth and headed straight for the SUV driven by Luo An!