"I am certain, sir."
In the corridor of the seaside villa, Captain Cyrus responded:
"The mission is successfully completed; we managed to rescue Group Leader Luo An and his team mbers.
The cri syndicate leader Jesper, arms dealers Hale Rick and Hamidun, as well as the mole Alex ntioned by Group Leader Luo An, are also under control..."
Hearing the situation described by Captain Cyrus, Trick Kennedy was extrely shocked.
It wasn't until Captain Cyrus asked for further instructions that Trick Kennedy took several deep breaths to suppress his turbulent emotions, then gravely said:
"I will send a plane to pick you up right now; make sure everyone safely returns to Washington Headquarters!"
"Understood."
In the office at headquarters, seeing Trick Kennedy hang up the phone, a middle-aged Caucasian man covered in coffee from earlier showed an angry expression and was about to slam his hand on the table.
Bang!
In the next second, an even louder banging sound occurred. The middle-aged man was startled, as Trick Kennedy had hamred the table in front of him and yelled:
"Antoine! Leave my office!"
The middle-aged man Antoine imdiately looked furious:
"Trick! You..."
"Get out of my face!"
"You..."
"Get out!!"
Antoine's face turned crimson, his chest heaving as though his lungs were about to burst.
Staring at Trick Kennedy for a few seconds, he slamd the docunts in his hand and abruptly turned to leave the office.
Bang—
The office door slamd shut and the next second, the anger on Antoine's face disappeared in the corridor, his flushed face returning to normal quickly as he briskly walked while taking out his phone and coldly said:
"New developnts with Trick, start investigating right away!
I don't know what 'difficult' ans, don't bother coming back if you cannot find out!"
anwhile, inside the office.
Trick Kennedy quickly composed himself from his anger, pressed the landline to have soone clean the coffee off the floor, and then took out his flip phone to call Mr. Clent, who was at the White House:
"Good afternoon, sir, I have so good news…"
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Six hours later, as the sun set, Luo An and his companions arrived in the federal capital Washington aboard a luxurious private jet from the capital of the Bahamas, Nassau.
Taking such a plane for the first ti, Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly, gaining a deeper appreciation for Trick Kennedy's capabilities.
As the private jet slowly landed, Captain Cyrus and others disembarked first; Mona, pushing Luo An in a wheelchair, exited last.
As they descended the stairs, they saw Mr. Clent and Trick Kennedy along with others waiting under the glare of the lights, including a bewildered Captain Cyrus and his team mbers.
Winslow and Chenier also seed surprised, Mona's expression unchanged, pushing Luo An slowly forward. A thoughtful look flashed in Luo An's eyes, but he revealed a smile:
"Good evening, sir."
"Good evening; you've worked hard."
Mr. Clent wore a gentle smile as he shook hands with Luo An.
Trick Kennedy was more straightforward; he nearly squinted his eyes from smiling and after a brief handshake and small talk with Luo An, he took over pushing Luo An's wheelchair from Mona.
Watching this scene, Captain Cyrus and his team were astonished; they knew who Trick Kennedy was, but it was their first ti seeing him treat soone with such closeness.
Soon, the cri syndicate leader Jesper, arms dealers Hale Rick and Hamidun, and the mole Alex were taken away by Mr. Clent's n.
Captain Cyrus and his team headed off after completing their mission, while Winslow, Mona, and Chenier got into an FBI standard SUV driven by a chauffeur, and Luo An was pushed by Trick Kennedy along with him and Mr. Clent into a stretch limo.
"I heard you were injured; called a car on short notice."
As the car slowly moved forward, Trick Kennedy opened a bottle of coke and handed it to Luo An, then curiously asked with a smile:
"Luo An, could you describe in detail the combat that took place on the island?"
Taking the Coke, Luo An had been using "Emotional Perception" since getting off the plane, ensuring that Trick Kennedy had no malice and even held a fairly high favor towards him.
But…
Luo An glanced at Mr. Clent nearby, who took out several pills and swallowed them.
"Getting old, my blood pressure is a bit high, these are Vitamin C."
Mr. Clent chuckled, pointing towards Trick Kennedy as he explained:
"Trick wanted to be a detective when he was young, and he wanted to go to the battlefield, but he couldn't do those things, so he's very curious about them."
Trick sighed sitting nearby. Luo An's eyes flickered, recalling the surna "Kennedy" and the "curse of the Kennedy family," suddenly understanding the subtext in Mr. Clent's words.
Thus, Luo An clinked his Coke with Trick's and began to describe in detail the battle on the island.
With so artistic processing, Luo An's description made the experience thrilling and gripping, not only did Trick Kennedy listen with a tense face, but even Mr. Clent, initially less interested, found himself sitting up straight unconsciously.
"… Finally, the dagger slashed, successfully cutting the opponent's throat."
Luo An finished his vivid description just as the car arrived at the FBI Washington Headquarters parking lot.
Feeling the soreness in his waist, Mr. Clent finally realized he had been genuinely listening the whole ti, stretched out a gentle smile, patted Luo An twice, and slowly got out of the car.
Trick clenched his fists, imagining himself in Luo An's role, was so excited after hearing the whole story that he almost wanted to shout out loud.
But the situation wasn't suitable, so Trick firmly yet gently patted Luo An's shoulder, pushed the wheelchair down from the car, and invited Luo An softly to visit his ho this weekend.
"Definitely."
Feeling Trick's increased fondness towards him, Luo An's lips curved into a smile as he happily agreed.
Passing through the shocked and surprised looks of the agents, Luo An in the wheelchair was pushed by Trick all the way into Mr. Clent's office, with Winslow, Mona, and Chenier closely following into the room.
"We were supposed to let you rest tonight, but things are a bit urgent, I'm truly sorry."
The secretary served so tea, closed the door, and left as Trick Kennedy briefly spoke, followed by Mr. Clent asking:
"Luo An, I would like you to describe this case's investigation process."
"OK."
Luo An nodded and was about to speak when suddenly there was a knock on the office door, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimd glasses, along with two Caucasian n in black suits, entered.
"Good evening, sir."
Antoine entered the room and greeted Mr. Clent first. Trick frowned:
"What do you need?"
Antoine, wearing a smile, replied:
"The murderer who attempted to assassinate Minister Alexander has been captured, and I ca to understand more about this case.
After all, we are also investigating the death of Minister Alexander."
Trick's expression changed slightly, about to speak, but Mr. Clent waved his hand to interrupt him and then signaled the secretary to fetch three more chairs, indicating they hadn't started yet and Antoine and his companions could listen in.
"Thank you, sir."
Antoine nodded to Mr. Clent with a smile, and then, despite Trick's ugly expression, walked over to Luo An smiling and extended his hand:
"You must be Group Leader Luo An Greenwood from the Special Investigation Team, nice to et you, I'm Minister of the Professional Responsibility Office, Antoine."
Antoine's smile was sincere, but in Luo An's "Emotional Perception," the man's real attitude was actually very unpleasant.
Luo An, keeping his expression neutral, smiled lightly and shook hands with him:
"Hello, sir."
"We should have a chat at my place soti."
In the icy gaze of Trick, Antoine and Luo An exchanged brief pleasantries before Antoine took a seat to the side.
The secretary left the office, Mr. Clent gently tapped the table:
"Luo An, you can begin now."
Luo An had Mona, Winslow, and Chenier flip over a nearby whiteboard, then attached photos of Minister Alexander, cri syndicate leader Jesper, arms dealer Hamidun, the mole Alex, as well as arms dealer Hale Rick, and Chicago Special Investigation Team mber Ivan, one by one on the whiteboard.
Once ready, facing everyone's gaze, Luo An sat in the wheelchair, smiled slightly:
"Ladies and gentlen, this case, from start to finish, is full of surprises.
Everyone thought they had everything under control, but in fact, no one ever had the full picture."
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