At 10:30 AM, the north of Harrisburg, a hotel suite.
To the right of the conference table, Reesi, Chenier, and Mona crowded next to the computer screen, Mona looked up at Luo An and smiled:
"This is a voice mail from Adam Davis' computer; it was deleted before but I recovered it."
"Well done."
Luo An's eyes lit up, he poured a cup of coffee for Mona and handed it to her, asking:
"What's the exact content?"
"There are a few sentences."
Mona tapped a few keys, and a deep, richly magnetic male voice emanated from the computer:
"I know, the money will be transferred to you soon, looking forward to working with you again, goodbye."
"..."
The voice mail content ended quickly, but the room fell silent.
Reesi rolled her eyes dramatically, Mona and Michelle remained calm, Chenier's eyes suddenly lit up, and her breathing beca slightly rushed, causing Reesi to be very surprised:
"What's going on with you?"
"Nothing, I'm just..."
Chenier froze for a mont, seeing everyone looking at her in astonishnt, she took a deep breath to calm herself and explained sowhat awkwardly:
"Sorry, I'm probably a bit sensitive to male voices."
Luo An raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding flashed in the eyes of Mona and Michelle, Reesi chuckled and patted Chenier on the shoulder, whispering:
"After working so long in the investigation team, I didn't expect you to be a sound enthusiast."
Chenier glared at Reesi, then turned to Luo An, earnestly saying:
"I'm fine, I won't delay the investigation team's work."
"I believe you."
Luo An smiled and waved his hand at Chenier, knowing that she always prioritized what mattered.
Pushing the chaotic thoughts aside, Luo An asked:
"Can we locate this guy?"
"I've already found him!"
Before Luo An finished speaking, Michelle, who had been quiet, raised her hand to draw everyone's attention:
"As soon as Mona recovered the email, I connected to the FBI database and compared this man's voice with the records in the database, and the results ca out very quickly."
"Good."
Luo An nodded in satisfaction:
"Introduce him."
Michelle looked at the computer screen and read the information:
"Anthony Soling, 46 years old, rcenary, assassin, and psychopath.
He especially likes to kill targets protected by nurous bodyguards, as this not only earns him more money but also builds his reputation. He has been active in places like South Arica, Africa, and the Middle East."
As Michelle introduced the individual's identity, Chenier, Reesi, and Mona's brows furrowed tightly, Winslow's face instantly turned grim.
Luo An noticed Winslow's change, seeing his odd expression, he directly asked:
"Winslow, do you know him?"
Reesi, Chenier, Mona, and Michelle all turned to look at Winslow, who took a deep breath and said gravely:
"When I first joined the Hostage Rescue Team on a mission, I had co across Anthony Soling and his team under the leadership of my first team captain."
Reesi and the other won tensed up, Luo An narrowed his eyes and asked:
"What was the result?"
"We only rescued two-thirds of the hostages."
Winslow's voice was icy cold:
"Additionally, my first team captain and two of my teammates died in that mission.
Because the operation took place at sea, under special and urgent circumstances, it was impossible to recover the bodies after they fell into the water.
At the funeral, the only things placed in the coffin were their three sets of clothes."
Listening to Winslow's words, Reesi, Mona, and Michelle's faces showed gravity, and Chenier furrowed her brows, murmuring:
"Sorry, I didn't know about this before."
"It's okay."
Winslow shook his head, not minding Chenier's previous comnts. He was new during that operation, and the captain hadn't allowed him to face the frontline.
As a result, Winslow survived until the end, but he never heard Anthony Soling's voice, just firmly rembered that na in his mind.
Exhaling a heavy breath, Winslow looked at Luo An with unprecedented seriousness:
"Team leader, when we arrest Anthony Soling, the SWAT officers accompanying us must be nurous, and we absolutely cannot skimp on heavy weaponry and advanced protective gear.
Our investigation team must also be extrely cautious and vigilantly prepared, absolutely underestimating no aspect of the opposition!"
"OK."
Luo An, with a solemn expression, firmly agreed to Winslow's suggestions.
The Hostage Rescue Team is one of the federal governnt's most excellent law enforcent organizations, and only extrely talented individuals from various fields can enter. It was for this reason that Luo An initially chose to transfer Winslow into the Special Investigation Team.
Now knowing that Anthony Soling had once led his team to escape from the Hostage Rescue Team and had even killed three of its mbers, Luo An would absolutely not relax his vigilance towards this individual.
After pondering for a few seconds, Luo An turned around, wrote down Anthony Soling's na on the whiteboard, and listed him as the pri suspect for the murder of the Deputy Governor and for killing Adam Davis.
Then Luo An looked towards Mona and asked:
"Can we find out where this guy Anthony Soling is now?"
"I can't find specific whereabouts."
Under Winslow's hopeful gaze, Mona shook her head, but then she quickly added:
"However, based on that voice mail, I found Anthony Soling's email account, and while investigating that account, I discovered that it has login records on a website."
"Website?!"
Winslow's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:
"Is it that kind of website for hiring assassins?"
"Uh… no."
Mona showed the computer screen to everyone, her expression a bit peculiar, and said:
"This is a 'dating site.'"
Everyone turned their gazes to Mona's computer screen, seeing a light pink page with line upon line of photographs.
Above the photos, there were buttons for searching and selecting, allowing selections to view only males or only females.
Whether it was males or females, the content underneath was similar, detailing their height, weight, body asurents, then marketing themselves with varying prices.
"..."xN
Below the photos, the text seeking a "sug-r daddy" had the group at the conference table display varying expressions as they understood the specific implications behind this site's "dating."
Luo An was the first to react, already seemingly immune to the federal's multiculturalism and the idea of "freedom", he directly asked:
"Mona, who is the person Anthony Soling found on this site?"
Mona typed a few tis, pulling up a photo of a muscular white male in his thirties with a clearly defined six-pack and handso face:
"The 'friend' Anthony Soling sought is nad Elliot, it's him.
This guy's cyber security is diocre. I've already found his residence, which is in Harrisburg."
Looking at the excellently built white male in the computer, Winslow's eyelids twitched, suppressing the myriad of thoughts at the back of his mind, and looked towards Luo An, asking:
"Team leader, what's our next move?"
Reesi slapped her hand and said directly:
"Let's go grab this guy right now!"
Luo An propped his chin with his hand, silent for a few seconds, then looked up and said:
"I just rembered sothing Reesi ntioned earlier, from the Deputy Governor and others' death at midnight, till Adam Davis was killed after 7 p.m., there's nearly a 20-hour gap, that's too long."
"!!!"
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