Legendary FBI Detective

"Why is there another person?"

At a crossroads on a certain highway in New York, Reesi and Chenier, who had left the manor not long ago and had changed into a new disguise halfway, followed instructions and climbed into a van.

To their surprise, they found a white male, sound asleep, in addition to Luo An, Mona, and the target, Francisco.

"This guy is a truck driver."

Once everyone was accounted for, Luo An immediately drove off, while Mona briefly described the accident and the identity of the truck driver.

Reesi and Chenier had furrowed brows, with Reesi asking first:

"Where did you guys get this van?"

"Borrowed it from a passerby."

Luo An smiled. He had already thought of switching vehicles halfway when he left in the ambulance.

The ambulance was too conspicuous and equipped with surveillance and tracking, making it easy to be discovered and located.

As for whether the van's owner would expose the matter, Luo An was not concerned, as the van had been parked roadside for a long time, covered in dust, and seemingly not driven for a while.

Now that Luo An was driving it away, the owner probably wouldn't mind.

The van sped forward, and Chenier, with a very serious expression, glanced at Francisco and asked:

"What exactly do you have in your possession?

Not only did it prompt the Special Service Bureau to step in, but it also led them to have a truck driver crash into our group leader to stop his capture?"

"You got one thing wrong, Chenier."

Before Francisco could respond, Luo An shook his head and spoke first:

"That truck driver is probably not someone the Special Service Bureau sent, but rather someone else's doing."

From the brief encounter earlier, Luo An suspected the Bureau's objective was to take away or cover up the case.

Sending a truck driver to hit Luo An didn't seem like the Special Service Bureau's style, and it was unnecessary, because it would only cause a bigger commotion.

Chenier's brows were slightly creased, and Reesi, looking at the still unconscious truck driver behind them, commented sarcastically:

"Has this guy not slept for months? He's been carried around by Luo An and Mona for so long and still hasn't woken up?"

Luo An, who had secretly fed the truck driver a dose of a sleeping agent earlier, twitched and changed the subject:

"The truck driver is not important. The main issue now is what exactly do you have, Francisco.

A ledger? Video recordings of certain people? Or something else?"

As Luo An posed the question, everyone's gaze in the van immediately turned to Francisco, who had a bandage wrapped around his head.

After a brief silence, Francisco tentatively asked:

"Group Leader Luo An, I'm willing to offer 5 million US Dollars and hand over everything to you. How about you let me go?"

"There's no need to say that."

Luo An chuckled, while Mona and Chenier showed a hint of disdain in their eyes, and Reesi, without wanting to continue the pointless talk, directly asked:

"What is it, exactly?"

Francisco remained silent for a long time, sighed, and then uttered a few words.

Upon hearing this, Luo An's brow furrowed slightly, while Mona, Reesi, and Chenier all widened their eyes in shock.

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Meanwhile, at the FBI Washington Headquarters.

At this time, Mr. Clement was not in his own office as usual but sat in an office even larger than his, facing an elderly white man with a somewhat balding head.

The balding man had a severe expression, tapped on the desk with his hand, and spoke gravely:

"The Special Service Bureau just called me, saying that the FBI acted first to apprehend the suspect. What exactly is going on?"

"I'm sorry, Director, I don't know what happened."

Mr. Clement looked calm as he faced the FBI Director and said unhurriedly:

"As you know, I only just got back and received your orders. I followed your instructions and issued the notice.

I didn't inquire about the matters that followed."

Sitting opposite Mr. Clement, behind the large desk, was none other than the FBI Director, Robert.

Director Robert glanced at Mr. Clement and continued to speak:

"Go back and figure out the situation as quickly as possible."

"OK."

Mr. Clement nodded and stood up to leave the Director's office. As the door shut, Director Robert leaned back, closed his eyes, and began to rub his temples.

The former President's eight-year term was nearing its end, and the federal government was about to start a new presidential election.

The FBI is nominally a neutral law enforcement agency, a tool to uphold federal laws, ostensibly uninvolved with political affairs.

However, the so-called separation of powers in the federal government is, in reality, not at all distinct in many respects.

As the FBI Director appointed by the President, Robert also couldn't escape issues of political standing.

Director Robert sat in his office, frowning in deep thought. After Mr. Clement had left the room and was about to ask his secretary waiting in the corridor to contact Vireness, the secretary's phone rang.

Mr. Clement's eyebrows twitched slightly as he took the phone and pressed the answer button, immediately Luo An's voice came through:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clement."

"Good afternoon, Luo An."

Mr. Clement casually responded, briefly related the query Director Robert had just asked him, and then inquired:

"The suspect in that serial murder case, is he in the hands of your Investigation Team 13 now?"

"Correct."

Luo An spoke while driving:

"We've successfully apprehended the suspect."

Mr. Clement's eyebrows furrowed slightly, about to repeat the order he had previously given to Vireness, which was to start the action tomorrow, but Luo An spoke first:

"Additionally, according to our interrogation, this case seems to have some connection with Mike."

"Mike?"

Mr. Clement was slightly startled, quickly thinking of something, and asked in a serious tone:

"Which Mike?"

Luo An's eyes narrowed as he answered:

"The Mike you are thinking of, Mr. Clement."

Among the hundreds of thousands of men named Mike in the entire federation, but upon hearing Luo An's words, Mr. Clement's breathing became slightly more hurried.

Just then, Vireness suddenly emerged from a distant corridor corner, quickly approached Mr. Clement, and emotionlessly handed him a folder, saying:

"Sir, urgent documents."

Mr. Clement's expression changed slightly, he looked over the folder for a few moments, then quickly picked up his phone and asked:

"Luo An, are you one hundred percent certain about the information?"

"I cannot be certain."

Upon hearing the question, Luo An instantly gave a negative answer.

Mr. Clement's face stiffened, Vireness's brow furrowed slightly as she was about to say something, but Luo An, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and added:

"However, the Special Service Bureau people are currently pursuing us, and I tend to trust their judgment."

Mr. Clement, upon hearing this, no longer hesitated and immediately said:

"I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

"OK."

After the call ended, just as Mr. Clement was about to order Vireness, she preempted with:

"I've already sent someone to pick up Group Leader Luo An and his team."

Mr. Clement looked at Vireness with slight surprise, nodded without saying much, and turned around with his secretary to head back to the Director's office.

Knocking and entering, Director Robert's face was slightly grim:

"You found out so quickly? What exactly is going on?"

Mr. Clement stepped forward, placed the folder on the Director's desk, and said:

"The Special Service Bureau didn't tell the truth; this matter is actually related to National Assembly Chairman Mike Monroe."

"What?"

Hearing the name of the National Assembly Chairman, Director Robert was very surprised and quickly picked up the folder to read it carefully.

Meanwhile, on another side, on a certain highway from New York to Washington D.C., a van sped ahead, followed closely by four SUVs, forming a striking scene.