Luo An deeply agreed with the old assassin's words.
He originally thought that if he couldn't make it in the FBI, he'd just go out and do so private work to make money. He never expected that solving cases for the FBI could actually bring in legitimate cash!
Looking at the huge pile of unsolved cases in the FBI New York Division's archives, as well as the string of numbers behind each case, and thinking of Arica's renowned departnt, the IRS... Luo An was instantly energized. He grabbed Mona, who was still briefing him on the case details, and whispered:
"How about we work on this case together, just the two of us, and split the reward equally afterward?"
Under normal circumstances, when a new intern agent investigates such cases, they are typically in teams of three to five people, considering both a fair distribution of points and safety.
After all, this is peaceful Arica, where gun battles happen every day.
"..."
Hearing Luo An's words, Mona fell silent for a mont, then chuckled a few seconds later:
"That joke isn't funny, Luo An. You haven't solved a case on your own since you joined the FBI New York Division, have you?"
That was the old , not the current .
Luo An was very confident in his ability to solve cases—or rather, he was confident that he couldn't solve them but he could commit them!
They are both cases, so they should be more or less the sa...
Seeing Luo An's handso face, which was as good-looking as any reader's, staring intently at her, Mona's heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat and shifted her gaze to the photos on the desk:
"Let's talk about this later. Have a look at the related information on this case first."
"OK."
Luo An didn't insist with Mona, and he did need to look at the photos of the cri scene.
On the other side, in a bright and spacious office, five middle-aged n in shirts were drinking coffee while watching a large screen hanging on the wall.
The large screen showed live footage of twenty intern agents analyzing cases in the conference room.
diterranean knocked on the door and entered the office, passing folders to each of the five leaders of the investigative groups, with a smile:
"Ladies and gentlen, here are the personal profiles and performance during the probation period of those new intern agents in the conference room."
"OK."
diterranean turned and left, and the five group leaders began to flip through the profiles in their hands. Before long, they had picked out a few agents they wanted to transfer to their own groups in the future.
Broson, the leader of Investigative Group One, took a sip of coffee and tilted his head to glance at the individuals chosen by Augustus, the leader of Investigative Group Five, frowning in confusion and questioning:
"Augustus, why did you choose this guy Luo An Greenwood?"
"Oh?"
"Chose Luo An Greenwood?"
Hearing Broson's words, the other three group leaders beca interested. They had also looked over Luo An Greenwood's performance during this period but had chosen to pass him up.
Nothing else, but those who get bullied and don't dare to fight back, can't survive in a place like the FBI. Even if Luo An found a chance to beat up Fisher, the three leaders would rate Luo An a level higher.
The leader of Investigative Group Five was a middle-aged black man with a prominent belly, nad Augustus.
Seeing his colleagues looking puzzled at him, Augustus crossed his legs and chuckled:
"No special reason, just because Luo An Greenwood is handso."
The other group leaders turned their heads to look at the big screen, where they saw Luo An with brown short hair, strong features, a tall and proportionate physique without looking bulky, and muscles that could be seen through his suit.
"He is indeed a handso guy."
The leader of Investigative Group Two nodded and said with a sideways smile:
"But what's the use of being handso if you're a wimp? Probably too scared to even shoot at a criminal! Plus, we FBI agents don't need to be too handso; it's too easy to leave an impression on others."
Augustus didn't mind the teasing and downed his coffee in one gulp, responding with a smile:
"A wimp can be useful too. Just with Luo An's face, with a few months of simple training, he will surely be a weapon against female criminals."
"..."
anwhile, inside the conference room.
Luo An looked at the photos of the victim's body with a calm expression.
In his understanding, excluding cris of passion, there were only three reasons for murder:
For money, for love, or for revenge.
The wound near the heart of the victim in the photo was large; based on experience, the shooter must have been no more than two ters from the victim.
Adding that the ti of death was at night and the victim was shot in the front, then...
"The killer most likely followed Mike Robert for a long ti and then called out to him at the place where the victim died."
In the midst of Mona's puzzled expression, Luo An seriously analyzed for her:
"But this was just a probe. The killer had already decided the person he wanted to kill was the one in front of him. So, at the mont Mike Robert turned around, bang! A fatal shot."
"Wait a second."
Mona crossed her arms in front of her chest to interrupt Luo An's continuation of the analysis, asking doubtfully:
"How do you know the killer followed Mike and wasn't just waiting there for him, and even called out to him?"
"That's not important."
Luo An waved his hand, not answering Mona's question, as these were the talks of a killer's experience, not convenient to say, so he continued:
"Based on the cri scene photos, I'm certain the killer took one or several things from Mike's body, which was also the killer's goal, so we..."
"STOP!"
Mona interrupted Luo An's analysis, saying sternly:
"Luo An, what you're saying now is just speculation, and the cri scene report doesn't state that the victim lost anything. Why do you assu the killer was preditated and not cris of passion... there are also cris of passion among cris of hate."
Luo An smiled faintly without answering and instead asked:
"Do you want to join in cracking this case? The reward, split between the two of us."
Mona was a computer expert, and he needed the help of soone with technical skills.
"She's not going to play house with a greenhorn like you who's really involved in solving a case for the first ti."
Before Mona could answer, Fisher, who had been analyzing clues with other agents, ca over with a notebook and said to Luo An:
"Listen, Luo An, if you ask now, I would still reserve a spot for you on my team to organize files, because you've always been quick and neat at that, and I see potential in you."
Upon hearing Fisher's words, a few intern agents who were on good terms with him burst into laughter, and Maki, who had once tricked Luo An, also walked up to him, draping an arm over Luo An's shoulder:
"It's really for your own good, Luo An. Think about it, just organizing files gets you points easily, it's so simple, so relaxed, without the need to run around or face the dangers of coming into contact with criminals!"
Luo An hung a cold smile on his lips, his gaze stern, and while folding his arms around Fisher's and Maki's shoulders, he said in a deep voice:
"How about this then, you join my team, I'll go investigate the killer, and you just help organize the information! This is also for your good. Just think about it, just organizing files gets you points easily, it's so simple, so relaxed, without the danger of coming into contact with criminals!"
Luo An's words hit ho, and Fisher and Maki flushed with rage and instinctively reached out to push him away from their sides.
"You're resorting to violence because you can't outtalk ?"
Before the two could react, Luo An suddenly shouted, and then with a right fist struck Fisher's left ear, ducked under Maki's right hand, and kicked at Maki's ankle with a snap, causing Maki to scream out loud, and before he could retract his leg, Luo An grabbed it and pulled forward.
Straight into Fisher's groin.
"Ah——"
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