"But why did Sean make a bomb?"
After listening to Luo An's description, Mona asked with some confusion:
"Isn't he an undercover agent?"
"who knows?"
Luo An shook his head, turned to look at Mona, and asked with a solemn expression:
"I remember that this matter was not mentioned in Agent Mullen's undercover record this month."
Mona ran back to her seat, carefully checked the files in the computer, and then nodded:
"Yeah."
After hearing the affirmative answer, Luo An immediately walked into the team leader's office without hesitation.
"What's wrong?"
Augustus, who was lowering his head to write a document, looked at Luo An who entered his office without knocking, with a puzzled look on his face.
But after listening to Luo An’s guess, August’s face suddenly became serious:
"Are you sure Sean bought those mobile phones to make bombs?"
"No, I'm not sure."
Luo An's words made August's face full of black lines, but then Luo An continued:
“But it’s better to believe that this kind of thing is true than to believe that it is false.
I remember you just told me that the FBI's Organized Crime Investigation Section will work with the DEA to launch an operation against the Hyena Gang tomorrow. If their source of information is Sean, then..."
"The losses to the Organized Crime Division will probably be huge."
August nodded. Dillon from the Organized Crime Division was also at the Columbus Foundation. He stopped talking nonsense and immediately took out his phone and called Dillon.
"Is there such a thing?"
After listening to August's description, Dillon, who was sitting in the conference room and discussing tomorrow's action plan with his team members, felt as if his butt was on fire and he couldn't sit still.
After a few seconds of silence, Dillon signaled Augustus to hang up the phone for a few minutes, then pressed another number and called the person in charge of tomorrow's DEA operation.
In the office of the leader of Investigation Team No. 5, Luo An and Augustus looked at each other in silence for a moment, then both picked up coffee.
After a long time, August's phone rang again.
"Thank you very much, Augustus."
Di Long on the other end of the phone had obviously just finished an argument with someone, and his tone was still a little rough:
"The DEA did not plan this joint operation based on the information from Sean, but they did not know about Sean's purchase of the mobile phone..."
After briefly describing the overview of the matter, Di Long's tone was very serious:
"Augus, I owe you a favor this time."
If Augustus hadn't told him the news, the FBI would have been caught off guard during the joint operation with the DEA tomorrow, and many agents might have died, and Dillon's career would have come to an end.
"Just treat me to a drink later."
Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Augustus laughed, then glanced at Luo An and said with a smile:
"But this time the news was discovered by my agent named Roan Greenwood. He is one of our own. I will take him with me when we drink together in the future. Don't be angry."
"Is it the Roan Greenwood who killed a serial murderer with a pen a few days ago and was published in the New York Daily News?"
After hearing what Augustus said, Dillon's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to indicate that drinking and everything else were trivial matters. He then said that his investigation team was a little short of people recently, and he didn't know if he could send Luo An to help them for a few days.
"Call back later."
Augustus chuckled, ignored Dillon's words, and immediately hung up the phone.
"Old drunkard."
Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Dillon grinned, walked out of his office, and shouted to his detectives:
"Thanks to those unreliable DEA, we are now re-formulating our action plan for tomorrow!"
"Okay, sir!"
——
In the distance, in an office of the DEA's New York branch, Melton, the leader of an operations team, grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at Agent Mullen.
"FU-K YOU! Mullen!"
Melton's eyes filled with anger, he pointed at Mullen and yelled:
"What on earth did those undercover agents of yours do?"
What made Melton angry was not that Mullen's undercover agents might rebel. In the DEA, the number of undercover agents who died, rebelled, and disappeared every year was not small, and Melton had long been used to it.
What really makes Melton angry is that this matter was not told to him by his subordinates, nor by other colleagues in the DEA.
Instead, the FBI called him and asked him if this happened?
Their FBI agents are more valuable and cannot be like the DEA, where agents die casually due to information errors...
Embarrassed and sent to other departments!
"Sorry, sir."
Seeing the anger on Melton's face, he knew the other person's temper well and did not make any excuses. Instead, he explained in a deep voice:
"I will re-evaluate the psychological evaluation of my undercover agents later..."
"Fuck your psych evaluations!"
Hearing this, Melton glared at Mullen again.
According to common sense, if a person wants to join the FBI, CIA, NSA and other departments as a new employee, he or she needs to undergo a series of tasks such as background checks, career assessments, lie detection, and psychological evaluations. As long as he fails in any one of them, he will not be hired. .
But DEA is different.
Even if you are bankrupt, have financial difficulties, have an unqualified family background, fail the lie test, or even have connections with gang members, you can still become a new DEA employee.
The reason is simple. Such people are usually sent abroad by the DEA to work as undercover agents in countries south of the federation.
A person with a clean background and no black material would not be able to break into the circles that sell flour in those countries in the Federal South.
Under such circumstances, the DEA would not pay too much attention to the above-mentioned reviews when choosing undercover agents in the country.
The so-called psychological evaluation usually involves DEA agents and undercover agents standing together, having a cigarette and chatting.
Taking a deep breath, Melton sat back in his chair, stared at Mullen and asked:
"Have you told your undercover about tomorrow's operation?"
"No, but..."
Hearing this, Maren immediately shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he denied it:
"Sean didn't know about this."
"very good."
Melton breathed a sigh of relief, and while sorting out the documents on the table, he said in a solemn voice:
"Reformulate tomorrow's action plan and add the uncertain factor that the hyena gang may have a remote-controlled bomb. Our DEA agents cannot die due to information errors!"
"Okay, sir."
Maren nodded, turned and left the office.
After closing the office door, Maren's face immediately darkened, and he gritted his teeth and whispered to himself:
"Damn Sean, and the FBI guys..."
——
"Well done, Roan."
After hanging up the phone, Augustus grinned.
"It's not my fault alone, sir."
Luo An shook his head and said with a serious expression: "William discovered that Sean bought a mobile phone, and Mona investigated the file. I just judged the possibility of the other party making a bomb."
"Good!"
Hearing Luo An's words, Augustus smiled even more.
