New York, Jacobs Federal Office Building, 26 Federal Plaza, Manhattan, 9 a.m.
Floors 23-26 are the exclusive headquarters of the FBI's New York branch.
In a small conference room.
"I didn't expect that I would become the legendary FBI?"
In the corner behind the conference table, Luo An was sitting on a chair. He raised his hand and saw the straight suit he was wearing, and then looked at the golden badge hanging on his chest, his expression blank.
He remembered that he just went to the island country to investigate the customs and local characteristics. How come he ended up here as soon as he closed and opened his eyes on the plane?
Snapped--
The door to the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a suit walked in holding a folder. He glanced around and saw that there was no shortage of people, and went straight to the topic without any nonsense:
"Attention, this is a shooting and homicide in the park."
Mediterranean opened the folder, threw a bunch of photos on the conference table and introduced:
"The victim's name was Mike Robert, 43 years old. At 11:34 pm on April 11, 2005, he was shot and killed on a path in Central Park..."
After hearing the summary of the case, the trainee detectives on both sides of the conference table went to get the photos on the conference table. Luo An did not move as he was sorting through the mushy memories in his mind.
In his previous life, he was raised by a dying old killer. When he grew up, he naturally learned a new skill. He has excellent professional ability and high technical level. He has never missed a shot since he entered the industry... In fact, he has never received an order from others. .
The old killer raised Luo An to avenge his blood. As a result, when the old killer died and Luo An successfully set out to find his enemy, he learned that his enemy had been caught by local law enforcement and sentenced to death by the court.
The enemy was alone with no relatives, and Luo An did not dare to confront the prison head-on. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned around and got on the plane to the island country, planning to experience the local customs and then open a milk tea shop to spend the rest of his life.
It is impossible for a killer to do this, even in this life. Not only is the risk factor high, but the money is also slow to come in. How can one make money by opening a milk tea shop in an island country?
"Sir, there's something I don't understand."
When Mediterranean briefly introduced the case, Fisher, a young white man with short brown hair and thin lips, tilted his head and asked:
"Why was this case given to us?"
There is no need to mobilize the FBI for an ordinary murder case. The New York Police Department can handle it by itself.
Without waiting for Mediterranean to answer, Mona, a short red-haired white beauty wearing a standard suit with unusually smooth curves and an extremely aerodynamic figure, glanced at Fisher with disdain and said:
"The victim was a black correspondent who had returned from a war zone, and the word 'pest' was written in blood next to the body. It is obvious that this was a special hate crime targeting the victim's identity."
Special hate crimes are under the jurisdiction of the FBI.
After listening to Mona's words, Mediterranean nodded calmly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Luo An, who was motionless at the end of the conference table. He frowned slightly but didn't pay attention. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said:
"This special hate crime case is the next stage of the test. You twenty new trainee detectives have to solve the case and catch the murderer on your own within three days. The senior detective will give you corresponding points according to your performance. Those with high points can become regular agents first, while those with low points can continue to work hard."
After saying that, Mediterranean didn't even sort out the folders, turned around and left the conference room.
The moment the conference room door closed, there was a loud bang in the conference room, and many new trainee agents leaned forward to check the photos and clues.
"Who are the 'bugs' on the ground next to the victim's body directed at? The black identity or the journalist identity?"
"It could be both."
"Maybe there are more reporters. After all, the victim came back from a war zone. There are a group of religious lunatics there, and it is not surprising to do anything."
"That's not necessarily true. Victims have also reported many corruption issues among parliamentarians."
"There are really enemies everywhere..."
Ignoring everyone, just as Mediterranean was leaving the conference room, Luo An suddenly heard a "buzzing" in his ears. Before he could react, a light blue page suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
[System loading...]
[System loading successful! 】
[The treasure chest is ready today, do you want to open it? 】
[The novice gift pack has been prepared, do you want to open it? 】
"...."
Luo An's pupils tightened, and he was relieved when he saw from the corner of his eye that no one else noticed anything unusual here.
"I haven't read novels in vain for so many years. Those authors are honest with me. Travelers really have systematic bonuses!"
Luo An took a deep breath and said silently in his heart: [Turn on]
A rough cutscene of opening a treasure chest in a web game. The system shows that [Today’s Treasure Chest] is worth $20 a piece and $50 a piece. [Newbie Gift Pack] A bottle of hemostatic potion and a bottle of scuba potion.
"..."
Seeing the system page that had been silent since then, Luo An blinked and was a little confused for a moment.
This system is so crude!
All the intern detectives were eager to analyze the clues. When the intern detective Fisher saw the wound on the deceased's chest, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, raised his head and shouted loudly:
"Luo An, go to my desk quickly and get the third folder in the upper right corner."
"..."
The imaginary response did not come out. Fisher turned around in confusion and found Luo An sitting in the corner of the conference table with his head lowered in thought, not paying attention to his words at all.
Fisher's face darkened, he picked up the signature pen in his hand and threw it towards Luo An.
Snapped!
Hearing the sound of wind in the air, Luo An, who was sorting out his memories, subconsciously raised his hand to grab it.
Holding a signature pen and closing the system page, Luo An turned to look at Fisher, and a memory instantly appeared in his mind.
Some time ago, when my predecessor went on a mission with Fisher and another trainee agent named Markey, the two of them made mistakes during their actions, which caused the criminal to escape. When they reported it to the superior, 100 points were deducted from their predecessor, while Fisher and Markey was just scolded and then it was over, and not a single point was deducted!
In his memory, his predecessor turned blue with anger after hearing the news, but without any background, he could only choose to tolerate it temporarily in order to become a regular employee as soon as possible... This made Fisher increasingly yell at his predecessor.
Luo An frowned slightly. He did not have the tolerant character of his predecessor. Just when he was about to take action, Mona, who noticed what was happening here, pointed her signature pen towards Fisher and asked loudly:
"What are you doing? Can't you take your own things by yourself?"
Mona is a rare computer expert among their new batch of intern agents, and she has a beautiful figure. Fisher was hit with a pen and didn't say much. He snorted and picked up his notebook to start. Record the clues in the photos.
"Ignore him, he's just a spoiled bastard."
Seeing that Luo An's face was not good-looking, Mona, who was bulging forward and backward, walked over to him with a few photos and sat down, comforting:
"The information given by the chief said that the person who caught the murderer in this case can get 80 points, which can make up for most of the points you lost some time ago, and there is also a $50,000 reward from the New York Journalists Association on this case..."
"$50,000?"
In 2005, the salary of American workers was only around US$2,500.
Luo An didn't care about the 80 points in the front, but the $50,000 in the back made his eyes light up instantly because he remembered what the old killer said to him in his previous life:
I'm not in the mood for bullshit love stories, all I wanted to do when I was young was make money! What's the use of just envying others? We need to take action ourselves! Become richer than them!
