Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 65 Undercover? (Please follow up! Please collect!)

  Leaving the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team and walking in the corridor outside, DEA Special Investigator Mullen looked gloomy.

  Hesitating for a moment, he looked back and saw Augustus laughing with his arms around Roan's shoulders, and the corner of his mouth immediately turned down.

   "I said it before, Maren."

  Seeing the expression on the face of his friend, Agent Norton from the Organized Crime Section of the FBI patted him on the shoulder and laughed:

   "Although it's been less than a week since Luo An turned from an intern detective to a full-time detective, he has already solved a serial murder case.

  He is not one of those idiots who are willing to go undercover in gangsters after being fooled by you for a few words. "

   "Hey, Norton, it's not stupid to go undercover, OK?"

   Hearing Norton's words, Mullen was immediately unhappy. Just as he was about to explain, Norton spread his hands and asked:

   "How many of the people you DEA sent to go undercover managed to come back alive? How long did they stay undercover? After finishing the undercover work, did they come back and get promoted? Is there any bonus after returning?

  Your DEA's undercover methods are too rough. Roan Greenwood is a promising FBI agent. I told you before that he can't agree to you to do this kind of work. "

   Without waiting for Mullen to answer, Norton chuckled, patted him on the shoulder, and strode into the elevator.

  FBI's organized crime department is also working on gangsters. Although I don't know the full picture of DEA's undercover success rate data, I can guess it roughly.

   Anyway, not high.

".snort."

   With a cold snort, Mullen stopped talking nonsense, took a cold look at the area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, and strode into the elevator.

  —

   "Nice job, Roan."

  At the gate of the No. 5 investigation team, seeing Norton and Mullen enter the elevator, Augustus patted Roan on the shoulder, laughed with satisfaction and nodded again and again:

   "When you took the check just now, I was planning to remind you, but I didn't expect you to see through the DEA's idea. Yes, you have brains and are smart enough!"

   "Thank you, sir."

  Luo An chuckled and didn't say much.

  As a killer, the most important thing is to believe in one's instincts. When Roan first met Agent Mullen, Roan felt uncomfortable with him.

  At first, I thought that something was wrong with Yoon, the black man, or he said something that should not be said. Marlen came to find fault, but he didn't expect that the other party came to deliver a check.

  However, after receiving the check, Mullen still felt uncomfortable to him. Reminiscent of the content of DEA's work, Roan easily guessed the purpose of the other party:

   There is a high probability that I will pull myself to be an undercover agent!

  Of course, considering that I have already been on TV in New York, the undercover location should not be New York.

  The scope of work of the DEA covers the entire Federation. It is no problem to change cities, such as Chicago, or even a little further south.

   People there don't read the New York Daily, after all.

   Regarding the job of being an undercover agent, Roan has only one thought in his mind:

hehe.

   Undercover work is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world.

  If you want to survive to the end, you need brains, strength, luck, and a reliable officer.

   Without one of them, one wakes up to find oneself sunk to the bottom of the Hudson River.

  Luo An looked down at himself, he was rich, handsome and promising, why did he do such a thankless job?

   And it's not the job of the FBI?

  So just now he decisively blocked the other party's mouth with words: Thank you for your check. If you need it in the future, I will provide you with all support except help!

  The two walked back to the office area of ​​the No. 5 investigation team, Augustus tilted his head and asked:

   "How is it? [The Lake Female Corpse Serial Murder Case] ​​has any clues?"

"A little."

  Roan nodded, and told Augustus that he had found the connection between the four victims, that is, the marriage experience of the Little St. Phil Church, and then said:

   "I'm going to check the list of newly married couples in that church to see if I can find new victims, so as to find out more information about the murderer."

   "OK."

   Regarding Roan's thoughts, Augustus didn't say much, nodded affirmatively, said that if he needed support, he would send a message immediately, and then turned his head to Verinisi's office.

   It is said that Verenice is looking for him.

  Sit back to her workstation, and Mona, who is sitting next to her, is waving her ten fingers on the keyboard. When she sees Roan coming back, she immediately stops her movements, pointing at the computer and tilting her head with displeasure:

   "A good news, a bad news, Roan, which one do you want to hear?"

  Roan paused, speechless:

   "Let's start with the bad news."

  Mona pouted, pointed at the computer and said:

   "The bad news is that you asked me to focus on Little St. Phil's Church to investigate murder cases, **** cases, stalking cases, obscenity cases and other cases, and I can't investigate them at all!

  The area is too big and there are countless cases! There are more than a dozen homicides that the New Jersey police haven't solved!

   This was reported, some people died on the street, and after the New Jersey police sent people to clean up the bodies, there was no conclusion.”

  Hearing what Mona said, Roan's head was full of black lines.

   As expected of the United States, where an average of 120 people are killed by shootings every day, the death of a person or something is really not a big deal in two densely populated places like New York and New Jersey.

   "What about the good news?"

  Mona pursed her lips, and after typing a few times on the keyboard, a circle appeared on the computer screen:

   "According to your request, when I investigated the case near the center of Little St. Phil's Church, I drew a circle with a radius of 3 miles.

  It turned out that the lake at the junction of the state border where the bodies of the four victims were checked, and the homes of the four victims were in this circle. "

"What did you say?"

  Seeing the circles on the computer, Roan's eyes widened in surprise.

   But when he saw the list of cases that could not be retrieved from the computer, the corner of Luo An's mouth twitched, and after a moment of thought, he said:

   "Because the disappearance and death of the first victim, Linda Chipo, was eight months ago, when you next inquire about the case, set the time within nearly a year.

  At the same time, those murderers have been arrested, and there is no need to investigate the cases in prison. The main investigation is the murderer who was released from prison within a year and is still living within a three-mile radius centered on Little St. Phil's Church. "

"All right."

  Hearing Roan's arrangement, Mona sighed, took a sip of bitter coffee and patted her face, and the crackling keyboard sounded again.

   After a long time, Ryder, who was holding two large cardboard boxes, and Lacey, who was holding a large cardboard box, also rushed back.

   "Hoo—"

   Throwing the cardboard box on the floor of the conference room, Lacey and Ryder let out a long breath.

"Thanks for your hard work."

  Roan poured a cup of coffee for the two, and then began to flip through the paper that contained information about the newlyweds.

   "Roan, these three boxes contain information records of newlyweds in Little St. Phil's Church for the past two and a half years."

   After taking a sip of coffee, Lacey sat down on the chair, her face tightened:

   "Little St. Phil's Church receives newcomers every week. If there are many people, it can receive 4 couples a day, and if there are few people, there will be 2 couples a day.

   If you really want to check the information of all newcomers in the past ten years, then don't check it. The ten people in our No. 5 investigation team can't check it at all. "

   "That's right, that's right."

  Ryder on the side nodded repeatedly, put down his coffee cup and said: "On our way back and forth just now, Little St. Phil's Church received another couple of newcomers."

  Luo An frowned when he heard the words. After a long silence, he suddenly patted his head, stood up, shook the paper in his hand and said:

   "No, we still need to check."

  Seeing that Lacey and Ryder's faces collapsed after listening to his words, Roan shook his head and said in a deep voice:

   "But we will focus on checking the records of new couples in the past seven months, and the records of new couples in the past two weeks."

"Why?"

  Ryder was refreshed when he heard the words, but Lacey asked suspiciously:

   "But you said before that Marla Terry was married eight years ago and died two weeks ago, which."

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