The next day, at 10 a.m., FBI Washington Headquarters.
At a small plaza behind the building, a group of dia reporters stood outside the barricade, snapping photos frantically.
Inside the barricade, a dozen FBI agents, dressed in suits and wearing masks and gloves, were ticulously sorting and calculating items in the plaza, occasionally shouting out the weight of items.
For instance, white powder weighing 723 pounds, approximately equivalent to 327 kilograms; fentanyl weighing 60 pounds, approximately 27 kilograms; high-purity rock candy weighing 270 pounds, approximately 120 kilograms.
Besides that, not far away, there were hundreds of packages of green plants waiting to be weighed.
Click—click—
Outside the barricade, the shutter sound of caras hardly stopped, and a few reporters who were granted permission even started live streaming. They suppressed the shock in their hearts, smiling at the live cara, and said loudly:
"This is the largest drug bust by the FBI Washington Headquarters so far this year, with seized drugs valued at over 30 million US Dollars..."
As the host broadcasted live, so reporters not far away were equally shocked. They took photos while whispering to each other:
"Looks like we have today's front-page news."
"This news might stay for a week; FBI Washington Headquarters hasn't busted such a big drug case in a while. Those inside will definitely talk to the editor-in-chief."
"As usual, isn't that always the case?"
"By the way, who solved this case? Why is there no news?"
"It's that very capable Group Leader Luo An Greenwood, with an astoundingly high case-solving rate."
"Is it the group leader who's very handso and has a great physique?"
"...Which departnt are you from?"
"Entertainnt and fashion channel!"
"..."
"An agent just inford us, the press conference starts in an hour..."
While the dia engaged in lively discussions, inside an office in the adjacent building, Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand, Head of Headquarters Trick Kennedy, and various departntal leaders were holding a eting.
The eting's focus was precisely on the white powder in the plaza downstairs.
Under normal circumstances, this type of case wouldn't require Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand to be involved, but there's been talk related to this case and the annual budget allocation, suggesting potential issues with how Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand was handling things.
Currently, this case has captured significant attention. Both Trick Kennedy and Mr. Ferdinand gained considerable face value, breathing a sigh of relief.
During the eting, Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand consistently praised Trick Kennedy's leadership, noting how capable Group Leader Luo An Greenwood was, youthful and promising, reminiscent of his younger days.
Trick Kennedy nodded repeatedly, agreeing with the superior's words, and regardless of individual sentints, others in the conference room eventually smiled and began clapping.
anwhile, Luo An was leading the special investigation team of agents, managing the follow-up work regarding three gang criminals alongside Deputy Group Leader Paul and his team of agents.
Amid their busy work, many passing agents greeted them with smiles, far removed from the secretive whispers of a few days prior.
Handing a docunt to Michelle, Reesi patted her chest and remarked with exasperation:
"I can't, I feel like I'm going to throw up."
Chenier looked up with a smile and asked:
"What's the matter, are you pregnant? Whose child?"
Reesi glared at Chenier and explained:
"It's the attitude of those people outside, their change in behavior is just too fast. A few days ago, those guys at the door couldn't be bothered with .
I just went there to fetch sothing, and they even sent soone with a smile to guide ... it's utterly absurd."
"You'll get used to it."
Winslow threw a criminal into the jail, walked over, and took a sip of coffee with a smile:
"Since joining the special investigation team, I've encountered many situations like this.
So female agents would approach subtly; at first, I thought I was their target, but after a few conversations, I realized their real target was Luo An."
"Female agents?"
Reesi's eyes lit up. She glanced at Mona, who was calmly handling her work, and then chuckled before moving over to Winslow and whispering:
"Who are those female agents? How do they look?"
Winslow coughed lightly, sipped his coffee without saying anything, and Chenier, puzzled, looked at Reesi, who began rubbing her hands together, and asked:
"Winslow already said those female agents target Luo An. Why are you so excited?"
"I'm one of the special investigation team's agents and a good friend of Luo An's."
Reesi folded her arms, face expressing "I'm looking out for Luo An," and replied:
"Given those female agents have ulterior motives toward Luo An, of course, I have an obligation to chase them away, to nip their hopes in the bud."
Winslow, Mona, Chenier, and Michelle all rolled their eyes at that, and Mona went on to say:
"And then you console them, eventually consoling them into bed with you, right?"
Reesi's expression remained unaltered, without a hint of embarrassnt, even seriously analyzing:
"That would depend on those female agents' personalities and figures first."
"..." x4
The four were left speechless, with black lines across their foreheads, when Trick Kennedy, having finished the eting, opened the door and ca in, asking:
"Where's Luo An?"
"In the next room."
Mona stood up, pointed to the room beside, and replied:
"Luo An is in there discussing the case follow-up with Deputy Group Leader Paul."
Familiar with Mona and Luo An's relationship, Trick Kennedy smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with Mona, declined her offer to lead the way, and headed to the next room himself.
Trick Kennedy opened the door and entered as Luo An and Deputy Group Leader Paul stood up and greeted:
"Good morning, sir."
"You two really gave a big surprise this ti!"
The smile on Trick Kennedy's face was beaming as he repeatedly praised the two for a job well done and conveyed that Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand was also very pleased.
"By the way, there's a press conference later."
Midway through his words, Trick Kennedy suddenly rembered Luo An's aversion to eting with the dia and inquired about Luo An's plan this ti.
Attendance was up to Luo An's discretion, as Trick Kennedy had previously discussed this with Deputy Director Mr. Ferdinand, who also agreed.
"I'll pass on joining."
Luo An, as usual, once again opted out of attending the press conference. Preferential to making a show, he favored obtaining tangible rewards such as the bonus and other earnings related to the case.
After a brief idle chat, Deputy Group Leader Paul left first, while Trick Kennedy sat beside Luo An, eager to inquire about the previous night's operation, as he had a keen interest in such matters.
"Oh, right."
Taking a sip of coffee, Trick Kennedy suddenly shifted his gaze and lowered his voice to say:
"A few days ago, so unknown white powder was discovered in the White House's West Wing, causing the White House to temporarily shut down for a while.
Upon testing, the white powder was identified as cocaine, and they are currently investigating the entry of this substance into the White House."
Luo An raised an eyebrow, acknowledging that discovering white powder at the White House wasn't an entirely unheard-of event, with nurous singers and actors in history having smuggled contraband items inside.
Trick Kennedy chuckled and was about to continue when the door was suddenly knocked, and Michelle entered with a serious expression, saying:
"Sir, the Trace Examination Departnt has made a new discovery."
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