Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 42 The Depressed Office (Please follow up!)

   "Roan, I admire you, really."

  Handed Roan a cup of coffee, and Lacey walked towards the Jacobs Federal Building together with him, while looking at him with a strange face, hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice:

   "Do you know the details of the woman who played the game with you last night?"

   "Of course I know, Lydia Ruth, 30 years old this year, the manager of the "Queen of Fire" bar, has not had a boyfriend or **** life for two years since her husband died, what's wrong?"

  Luo An tilted his head in doubt. He stood upright last night and used a little trick to know about these basic information, and then asked:

   "I remember you told me last night that she has no special background."

   Lacey nodded, the information Roan got was correct, and Lydia really had no background on the surface, but behind the scenes she was just a local gangster, the kind who didn't want to provoke the FBI.

   But what she wanted to talk about was not about Lydia's background, but about Lydia herself.

   Lydia this woman.

  Looking at Roan, who was cheerfully greeting the other agents, Lacey shook her head and sighed.

   Forget it, let Roan feel it himself in the future, it’s not a big deal, I just hope Roan’s kidney can hold on.

   "Good afternoon, Agent Roan!"

"Hello."

   "Good skills! Agent Luo An!"

"Thanks."

Walking on the first floor of the Jacobs Federal Building, three or four agents greeted Roan in just a dozen steps. With a puzzled face, he asked:

   "Where did these people know my name?"

   "There are no secrets in this building, Roan."

   Lacey took a sip of her coffee without being surprised, and explained calmly:

   "The story of you killing gangsters with a pen last night spread throughout the building in less than an hour. It's normal for them to know you."

  Roan: "."

   Before he could speak, the elevator arrived at the floor where the No. 5 investigation team was located. As the elevator door opened, a deafening applause came into the elevator, which shocked Roan.

   "Nice job, Roan!"

  Mona and several technical agents cheered and applauded Roan, and the bear-like Ryder also applauded and shouted:

   "Roan, you must teach me the technique of swinging pens later! I will provide you with breakfast for a year!"

  Looking at this scene, Roan showed a real smile on his face, not the one with eight teeth exposed. They hugged each other and thanked:

   "Thank you everyone! Last night's action would not have been possible without your support and help! Thank you very much!"

   "Haha, I knew Roan would say that!"

  Hearing Roan's words, Augustus came out behind the crowd, patted Roan's shoulder hard, looked up and down a few times and nodded in satisfaction:

   "You did a great job last night, boy, you're as good as I was when I was young!"

  Everyone: "."

  Looked down at Augustus's big belly, Roan still had a smile on his face and didn't speak, as long as he was happy.

   "Let's go, let's go, what should we do!"

   With a big wave of his hand, Augustus drove the agents back to the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, and he led Roan to the other direction of the corridor.

  Roan asked doubtfully:

"where are we going?"

   "Go to the office of the team leader Verenes, she has something to ask for you."

  Augus patted his big belly as he walked, and while answering Roan's questions, he didn't forget to show a smiling face to passers-by, and patted Roan on the shoulder by the way.

  There is a sense of instant vision for parents to show their children in front of outsiders.

   "By the way, Roan."

   Halfway through, Augustus suddenly grabbed Roan's shoulder, motioned him to lower his head, and then whispered in Roan's ear:

   "During the meeting this morning, Bruosen was appointed as the head of the special agent, the team leader of the newly established No. 14 investigation team. You can't guess how ugly Bruosen's face was at that time!"

  Roan: "."

   Tilted his head and glanced at Augustus who was so happy that his molars were showing. Roan didn't expect him to have a hobby of gossip.

  The two walked to the end of the corridor, Augustus pointed to the door not far away, and said:

   "Verinis will be waiting for you inside, be careful when you speak, and hurry back to the office after the chat, I have something to tell you."

   "Okay, sir."

  Seeing the back of Augustus turning away, Roan lowered his head and straightened his suit. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he knocked on the door of the office.

"Enter."

  Hearing Verenice's extremely cold voice, Roan raised his eyebrows, opened the door calmly and walked in.

   "Good afternoon, sir."

"sit."

   Didn't raise her head to pay attention to Roan, Vernis still lowered her head and wrote some documents on the desk.

  Roan didn't care, and sat down on the chair in front of Verinisi's desk, and began to observe the surroundings silently.

  The office has a large area, but the decoration is very simple. There is only a large bookshelf full of file bags, a set of desks, a chair, and a drinking fountain.

   Not even a single green plant.

  If the office hadn’t faced the south and had sunlight streaming in, this office would definitely represent ‘depression’.

   Frowning, Roan turned his gaze to Vernis, and found that she was still dressed in a wide-shouldered lady's suit today, and her appearance looked very serious.

   It's just that the pants don't seem to match.

   Pata—

  Hearing the sound of the signature pen being thrown to the desk, Roan hurriedly looked away from Vernis.

  Verinis didn't care, she pulled out another folder on the desktop, and began to read without emotion:

"Roann Greenwood was born at Boston Children's Hospital on April 1, 1981. His father was a professor of accounting at Boston University. He died in a street shooting when you were 4 years old. The murderer was unknown. His mother was a doctor at Children's Hospital. A week after your 18th birthday, you were shot in the street and the killer is nowhere to be found."

   After reading this, Vernis looked up at Roan, and asked blankly:

   "Am I right? Agent Roan."

   Luo An's heart skipped a beat, and he frantically flipped through the memories left by his predecessor in his mind, but replied blankly: "...No."

   Isn't it just pretending to be paralyzed? Who wouldn't?

   "OK."

   Seeing that Roan had no objection, Verenice went on to read:

  “After your mother died, you worked odd jobs to earn money while studying hard. Finally, with your excellent grades and the recommendation letters from your mother’s colleagues, you successfully entered the University of Massachusetts Boston, where you majored in accounting.

  After graduating from college, you worked on Wall Street for two years, but for some reason you suddenly quit your job and joined the FBI's social recruitment.

  After 20 weeks of training at the FBI Academy in Virginia, you successfully passed your final exam, became a rookie agent, and were assigned to the New York Bureau. "

   After briefly reading Roan Greenwood's experience from birth to the present, Vernis threw the folder aside, put her hands together, stared at Roan's eyes solemnly, and asked sharply:

   "In the report of the FBI training academy, it never said that you have superb throwing skills! Tell me, where did you learn this?"

  Roan: "."

   Thank you all book friends for supporting me! Bend at ninety degrees—

   I would like to ask all the book friends here. I hope everyone will read the new chapters every day after they are updated. This is really important to the author. Never keep books! Never keep books! Never keep books! For something like a new book, if you keep the author’s crotch, you’ll be fucked

  (end of this chapter)