Chapter 813： conspiracy

Chapter 813 Conspiracy

In the office area of ​​the special investigation team, Lacey sat on her chair, picked up the coffee cup and drank it all in one gulp, then let out a long breath:

 “I’m really exhausted.”

"Thanks for your hard work."

Michelle picked up the coffee pot and refilled it for Lacey. Roan picked up a bag of snacks from Chenelle’s table and put it into her hand, asking:

 “How was the journey?”

 “This bag of snacks seems to be mine?”

　　Taking the snack and looking at the package, Lacey rolled her eyes at Chenelle, opened the package and ate while saying:

“When I got your call from Luo An and rushed to Washington, D.C., there was no problem.

As I entered Washington, D.C., not far from the FBI’s Washington headquarters, I noticed a suspicious car starting to follow me.

I was about to call you for help when the car suddenly turned away and gave up following me. I didn’t see the car again until I returned to the building. "

Winslow and Chenelle frowned and looked at Luo An, who said:

“Mona, Michelle, investigate the surveillance and find out who was driving that car.”

 “Leave it to us.”

Mona and Michelle nodded together, sat back in their seats and started typing on the computer. Luo An was silent for a few seconds and said:

 “I’m going to the interrogation room.”

 Chenelle quickly asked:

 “Do you want me to interrogate with you?”

 Luo An waved his hand without looking back:

“No, I just have a brief chat with Harris.

 Chynielle, call Chief Trick Kennedy and ask him to send someone here to pick him up. "

Chenelle nodded and accepted the order, found her mobile phone and made a call. Winslow looked around, stood up and walked to the interrogation room:

 “I’ll go there and wait for Luo An to see if he needs any help.”

"me and you togather."

Lacie also got up and followed, and the two of them walked to the door of the interrogation room. The door of the interrogation room was closed and no sound came out.

Less than five minutes later, the door to the interrogation room opened from the inside, and Luo An walked out expressionlessly.

Winslow and Lacey in the hallway were startled, and Roan was also startled by the two people squatting at the door:

 “What are you doing?”

"Forehead…"

Winslow looked embarrassed and turned to look at Lacey. Lacey twitched the corner of her mouth and replied bravely:

“We’re just here to see if you need any help.”

Luo An rolled his eyes and guessed that the two were worried about him doing something that violated the rules, so he moved aside to show the two men the interrogation room. Except for his blue face, there was no other abnormality in the jacket man Harris, and he said:

“Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything to him, I just chatted with him.”

 Winslow and Lacey looked at each other, both breathed a sigh of relief, and the stones in their hearts were relieved.

 The two have the same ideas in some aspects. The most important person in the special investigation team is Luo An. Luo An can't have anything happen to anyone. They really don't want to see Luo An have problems because of the rules.

 After closing the interrogation room door, Luo An patted the two of them on the shoulders, turned and walked towards the office area, and asked loudly as he walked:

 “Mona and Michelle, did you find anything?”

"No."

In the office area, Mona frowned, slowly shook her head, and said:

“Michelle and I checked out the area Lacey mentioned.

Unfortunately, the surveillance on the short stretch of road that Lacey drove through happened to be in the maintenance stage, and we found nothing. "

“I also checked the license plate that Lacey mentioned.”

Michelle then added:

“The results showed that it was a fake. The car with the real number is in New York. The owners are an old couple in their sixties. They and the car have not been touched at home today.”

“It seems that the other party is well prepared today.”

 Chenelle frowned slightly, walked into the office area from the side, then shook her phone at Luo An and said:

 “The people sent by Chief Trick will be here soon.”

 “Good.”

Luo An nodded slightly, then clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said loudly:

“Everyone, as I said before, I have contacted Chief Trick Kennedy and asked him to transfer the follow-up work of this case to other departments. The subsequent matters have nothing to do with us.

However, there are a lot of people and things involved behind the trial process. As the leading investigators of the case, we may be targeted by some people.

 So in the next period of time, everyone should not be too relaxed and keep in touch at all times. If you feel or find something is wrong, remember to contact others for help immediately. Do you understand? "

"clear!"

"no problem!"

All the agents responded in unison, and Luo An nodded with satisfaction.

Mona pointed to the computer and asked: "As for the guy who is following Lacey, shall we continue to investigate?"

"Need not."

Luo An looked back at the interrogation room and smiled:

 “I’ll take care of the rest.”

To investigate and handle the [Trial Progress Church Case], everyone in the special investigation team has been traveling everywhere and working for several days in a row. There is very little rest time and everyone is very tired.

After the people sent by Trick Kennedy took away the jacket man Harris, Luo An made a few simple arrangements and gave everyone a break, allowing them to return to their residences and have a good rest.

Luo An himself drove Mona back to the villa, drank a bottle of [Stamina Potion] to cheer up, and drove to New York.

　　——

 Murarry Roberts, just 70 years old this year, is a well-known Jewish professor at the George Washington University School of Business. He has trained many well-known figures in society and is respected by everyone.

 “Good afternoon, Professor Roberts.”

 “Hello, Professor Roberts.”

　　　…”

At six-thirty in the afternoon, Mulally Roberts walked out of the luxurious teachers’ office building wearing his usual suit.

 The students he met on the road greeted him with a smile and respect. Professor Murali Roberts also smiled and nodded to these students as he walked.

 Slowly walking into the parking lot inside the campus, Murali Roberts opened the car door and got into a car that looked a little old and had a style that was from the last century.

The car is Mustang-boss-429, which was only produced in 1969 and 1970. Each one is very rare.

Putting her handbag in the passenger seat, Murarry Roberts tightened her seat belt, pondered for a few seconds, took out her cell phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

The call was quickly answered, and Mullary-Roberts said:

 “Good afternoon, old man.”

 “Not good at all, Roberts.”

An equally old voice sounded on the phone, saying in a rather dissatisfied tone:

“I told you before that Roan Greenwood is extraordinary and a very good talent.

 This kind of talent is more suitable to win over and let him work for us, rather than deliberately targeting him! "

The voice on the phone sounded like a scolding, and Murarry Roberts was not angry and said with a slight smile:

“What you said makes sense, that’s why I called you, isn’t it?”

 The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

“Oldgame, goodcopbadcop. (Oldgame, good cops and bad cops)”

　Mullary-Roberts smiled lightly and said:

“I’ve done the bad cop role, and the little guy from the Kennedy family took the game prize from me today.

 Next, it’s your turn to be a good police officer. "

“Roberts, have you made your brain stupid by teaching every day?”

 Everyone on the other end of the phone laughed angrily and said coldly:

"You just sent someone here to attack Roan Greenwood not long ago, and he found out. Do you think he will join us?"

“It is precisely because I sent people to attack him that he joined us.”

Mullary-Roberts calmly explained:

“The fact that the little guys from the Kennedy family came to negotiate with me means that they don’t plan to get too entangled in this matter and are ready to focus more on future matters.

Croan Greenwood is a young man. The characteristic of young people is that they are easily swayed by emotions. It is impossible for him to swallow this breath. Even if he swallows it forcefully, he will still have a grudge against Maximilian and the others.

The people I sent showed our ubiquitous strength to Roan Greenwood from the side. You "good policemen" came forward to punish me, the "bad policeman", and then promised Roan Greenwood some benefits. , what choice do you think he will make? "

 After a long silence, the other end of the phone said:

 “Roan Greenwood is a smart guy.”

Mularry Roberts chuckled:

 “Smart people will think more and be greedy.”

 (End of this chapter)