Legendary FBI Detective

Chapter 18: It’s Fine, I Have a Stun Bomb

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

On a highway outside Greenwich…

Sitting in Ryder’s SUV, Roan looked at the document in his hand and frowned.

According to the Emergency Response Team’s report at the scene where the bodies were found, the three female victims had heavy objectstied to the legs and found dead at the bottom of the lake.

There were no items related to the identity of the victims at the scene. After checking the local missing person files, the identities of the four victims were confirmed.

In addition, the autopsy report showed that the four victims had been strangled to death with ropes. There were signs of binding on their wrists and ankles, bruises on their upper bodies, and lacerations on their lower bodies. It was suspected that the four victims had been tortured by the murderer for a long time.

However, because the body had been soaked in the lake for too long, the forensic doctor could not find any of the murderer’s semen, nor could he find the skin fragments, hair, etc. of the murderer. He could not test the murderer’s DNA.

“What a headache.”

After reading the information, Roan closed his eyes and massaged his temples.

America was vast, and the people were talented. Not only were there all kinds of cults, but there were also serial killers, bank robbers, drug dealers, and other high-end talents who fought with the police.

“You’ve worked hard, Roan.”

Seeing Roan sitting in the car with a frown, Ryder hurriedly took out a few bags of still warm hamburgers and fried chicken nuggets from the trunk and handed them to Roan. He said with a flattering smile, “If you can’t think clearly, then eat something first.”

“No thanks.”

The corner of Roan’s mouth twitched. He rejected the suggestion that increased the possibility of his baldness. After packing up the documents, he said to Ryder, “The hunting time for the serial killer is getting shorter and shorter. If we want to find the real murderer, we have to find the connection between the four female victims. I can’t leave, so go back to the office immediately and find a technical agent to visit the families of the four victims. Ask them when the victims last contacted them before they disappeared. At the same time, check the criminal records of the victims’ parents, relatives, friends, husbands, and so on.”

“What?”

Ryder felt a headache coming on. He subconsciously grabbed a hamburger and stuffed it into Roan’s hand.

“Can you change my job? Or how about letting someone else do this kind of work? Can Mona do it?”

Roan decisively shook his head and refused.

“No, Mona still has to help me investigate this missing person case.”

“… Alright then.”

Seeing that Roan refused to give in, Ryder remembered that before he came, Augustus, the leader of the investigation team, had repeatedly stressed that he had to listen to Roan’s arrangements. He immediately walked back to the car with a frown and prepared to go back to the headquarters to get someone to investigate.

Returning to his SUV,Roan watched Ryder drive away. He did not expect Ryder, a bear-like man, to be so cute.

Just as he was thinking about the clues to the serial murder case, the phone next to Roan suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and realized that it was actually Lacey on the other end.

“Roan, Darren has started to act.”

“Hmm?”

Roan’s spirit was jolted, and he hurriedly asked, “Which car is he driving? What’s the license plate number?”

“He didn’t drive the Cadillac in the garage. He drove the latest BMW. The license plate number is ***.”

On the other end of the phone, Lacey’s tone was very relaxed.

“Don’t worry, I’m following them. Their anti-tracking skills are the same as those of kindergarten children. I won’t lose them even if I close my eyes.”

“…”

Roan was silent for two seconds and asked in confusion, “My car is on the outskirts of the city. Where did you get the car to follow Darren?”

“Um, I borrowed it from Darren’s neighbor’s garage.”

“You didn’t tell the neighbors, did you?”

“Of course.”

Roan hung up the phone. He finally understood why Lacey said that Augustus was used as a scapegoat.

“The feeling of having someone on top to cover for you is really not bad.”

Roan smiled and called Mona to tell Darren the license plate number of the BMW. He asked Mona to locate the other party and then stepped on the accelerator.

Ten minutes later, at a certain shoreline parking lot in Eastern New York, Roan’s SUV stopped.

At the back of the SUV was the Jaguar that Lacey borrowed from the neighbor, and at the back of the Jaguar was Darren’s new BMW.

Listening to the sound of the sea waves not far away and looking at the almost empty parking lot, Roan said to Lacey on the other end of the phone,

“This place is very suitable for paying ransom, and it’s also very suitable for driving away when something’s wrong.”

Lacey looked at the anxious Darren in the BMW through the rearview mirror and asked into the phone, “What if the other party runs away?”

“It’s okay. I have stun grenades.”

Roan took out a stun grenade from his waist and tossed it up and down in his hand. He smiled and said, “I’ve always been good at throwing things.”

The scene of the explosion of the bomb and the broken windows of the cars in the parking lot sent shivers down Lacey’s spine.

She did not expect Roan to be even more ruthless than her. If the car windows in the parking lot were broken, how much would Augustus have to pay?

Beep, beep!

Just as Lacey was about to persuade Roan not to use the stun grenade, an ordinary Buick drove in and slowly stopped beside Darren’s BMW.

Then, Darren got off the BMW, opened the front passenger seat of the Buick, and sat down.

“Move out!”

Roan shouted. Lacey drove the Jaguar in reverse and instantly blocked the BMW and Buick. Roan drove the SUV and quickly blocked the back of the two cars.

The two of them got out of the car and hid behind the car. They took out their pistols and pointed them at the Buick. Roan shouted,

“FBI! The people in the car, come out! Otherwise, I’ll shoot!”

After two seconds of silence, Darren, who was in the passenger seat, raised his hands and slowly got out of the car. The door of the driver’s seat slowly opened, and a very thin white young man raised his hands and got out of the car.

Roan and Lacey slowly approached with their pistols raised. After taking out handcuffs to handcuff the two of them, they did not find the ransom money that they had imagined in the two cars.

…

Investigation Team No. 5, interrogation room…

The FBI was different from other police stations, whether it was the National Security Branch, Intelligence Division, Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch, or even the Science and Technology Branch and Information and Technology Branch. They all had their own interrogation rooms.

The Criminal Investigation Division had a total of 13 investigation teams, each of which is equipped with two interrogation rooms.

The interrogation room here was not like the interrogation room in the police station outside. There was an extremely clear law enforcement recorder that could not be turned off the entire time. The prisoner could not say a word when he was handcuffed, and he could even hire a lawyer to speak up for him.

The FBI’s interrogation room also had a law enforcement recorder, but the law enforcement recorder here was severely damaged and often turned off automatically. Many times, the recorder would start to act up when the prisoner did not answer the agent’s questions.

Some criminals, after being caught, would say that their lawyers were not present and could not answer questions. Then, these criminals would be found to have evaded taxes on the spot, shot federal agents, and other serious crimes. They would be deprived of the right to see a lawyer on the spot.

Some prisoners would even dream of themselves being beaten up.

When the lawyer of this kind of prisoner arrived, there would definitely be no examination. After all, the technology was more mature after repeated developments.

If they wanted to see the interrogation records, they would say that equipment was damaged and the interrogation was not record it.

Someone asked if there was no one who could control these FBI agents.

Of course, but would someone who could control the FBI be invited to the FBI interrogation room?

Would a criminal who could hire a super lawyer that the FBI did not want to meet be arrested by the FBI?

Most importantly, it was 2005 now, and those messy organizations in the future had yet to appear.