"I was literally the last person to see Congressman Emanuel."
In a room in the Brooklyn Borough Government Building, a middle-aged white man in a suit and tie learned about Luo An and Mona's purpose. He nodded and replied:
“Yesterday, Senator Emmanuel’s speech in the square was organized by me and several colleagues.”
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dominic."
Putting the FBI's golden badge back into his pocket, Luan sat across from Dominic and asked:
"As far as I know, you are the security adviser to Congressman Emanuel's team. Do you have anyone who you suspect about yesterday's tragedy?"
Behind every federal parliamentarian there is a team, who are not only responsible for the MP's life and finances, but also responsible for protecting the MP's personal safety and external image.
This time Emmanuel was burned to death with a Molotov cocktail. As a parliamentary security adviser, Dominic will definitely have a hard time in the future.
So when he heard Luo An's question, he immediately rummaged around on his desk, and then handed a large pile of information to Mona next to him, with a serious face:
"These are the death threats we received against Congressman Emanuel before that speech yesterday, fifty-four in total."
"..."
Looking at the pile of death threat messages in her arms, Mona's mouth twitched, and Luo An also twitched his eyelids and asked:
"With so many death threats, why did you still agree to Emmanuel's trip yesterday?"
“Because that’s what Congressman Emanuel strongly wants.”
Dominic looked remorseful and said that he was just a consultant. As the employer, if Congressman Emmanuel had to do something, it would be difficult for them to stop the other party.
"OK."
He took out a piece of paper and looked at it, and found that it was filled with the identity information of certain people. After thinking about it, Luo An continued:
"By the way, make a list of all the political organizations that Emmanuel has come into contact with recently, whether friendly or hostile, and then give me their specific information."
"no problem!"
More than an hour later, Luo An and Mona put two large cardboard boxes filled with documents into the trunk of the SUV.
"call--"
Mona straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, got into the passenger seat, turned around and asked:
"Luo An, when you collect information about these political organizations, do you think the murderer comes from those people?"
"possible."
After starting the SUV and driving out of the parking lot, Luo An pointed to a group of loud protestors holding signs in the square not far away, some were black, white, brown, but not yellow, and replied:
"Look at those people, every one of them has anger in their eyes.
Any politician's views and words will be labeled, and then amplified and then attacked by enemies, let alone an extreme conservative like Emmanuel.
For these people who are incited and full of radical ideas, killing an individual is nothing at all. They are just a group of idealists. "
Through the car window, Mona looked at the protesters in the square holding a lot of signs such as "Oppose Discrimination", "Cut Government Spending", "Death to the President", etc. Mona opened her mouth not knowing what to say.
Glancing at Mona, who was silent and understood but didn't fully understand, Luo An's expression remained unchanged, but deep down he shook his head, then silently stepped on the accelerator and left here.
The Federation is a very magical country. A certain book divides society horizontally. Regardless of men and women, it is only divided into haves and have-nots. Then the top leaders of the Federation successfully "reversed" this book.
They divided society vertically, first into men, women, male-to-female, female-to-male, and then divided them into blacks, whites, Muslims, minorities, vegetarians, etc., to make them internalize each other. The fight ended with the rich and powerful sitting on the high platform, drinking red wine, smoking cigars and watching the show.
This is the root cause of political correctness and the emergence of various buff superpositions and chaos more than ten years later.
——
Soon, Roan and Mona arrived at the base of a political organization that Dominic had circled before.
It is said to be a base, but it is actually a two-story building. The sign on the door indicates that it is a small newspaper office.
The day before Congressman Emmanuel was burned to death, this newspaper published an article with the content "Congressman Emmanuel should be burned to death on the spot."
After parking the car and pushing the door open, they entered the newspaper office and showed their golden badges to identify themselves. Luo An and Mona successfully met the owner of the newspaper office and the leader of the political organization.
A middle-aged black man with naturally curly hair, Cody.
Luo An didn't waste any words and directly explained his purpose.
"Just call me Cody."
After pouring two cups of coffee for Roan and Mona, Cody smiled and replied:
"You are right, my newspaper did publish such an article."
"No, not just your newspaper."
Hearing this, Mona shook her head, put the newspaper on the table, and stared at the other person's face:
"The signature at the end of this article means you are the author."
"...Okay, this article was indeed written by me."
Seeing the cold look in Luo An's eyes, Cody was silent for a moment and nodded to admit this, then spread his hands:
"But the content inside is just a metaphor. That guy Emanuel Bain is trash and opposes racial equality, so as a black man, isn't it normal for me to hate him?"
At this point, Cody saw that the expressions on the faces of Roan and Mona had not changed, and were still full of seriousness. He cursed a few times in his heart, and then he explained in a low voice:
“Both of you, the death of Emmanuel Bain really has nothing to do with me, and I don’t know what happened at all.
To be honest, insulting Emanuel Bain is just to mobilize those people and make enemies.
In this case, I can not only attract their donations, but also increase newspaper sales. "
"..."
Mona frowned when she heard this, but Luo An nodded.
It's just political leanings, it's not as important as making money.
Looking back at the busy workers behind him, Luo An continued to ask:
"So among the members of your organization, are there any guys who are more inclined to use violence to solve problems?"
"Yes, but they all left because I wouldn't let them."
Cody laughed and said that he is not one of those idealists. He is very realistic. He shouts slogans and scolds congressmen just to make money.
"Good."
Seeing the smile on Cody's face, Luo An also laughed:
"So can you give me a copy of these, the names and information of the people you want to stir up conflict?"
"No."
Cody shook his head repeatedly, indicating that this was other people's privacy.
"Okay, then let me ask in another way."
The smile on Luo An's face became brighter and his tone became more kind:
"Give me their information immediately, or I will apply for a search warrant later, seize all the facilities of your newspaper, and then carefully investigate the financial situation of your newspaper."
"..."
Hearing this, the expression on Cody's face suddenly froze.
A few minutes later, Luo An walked out of the newspaper office with a few folders, and Mona followed him silently holding the computer.
"What's wrong, Mona?"
Luo An opened the door, let Mona go out, and then asked with a smile:
"Why haven't you spoken?"
Mona sighed and replied:
"I……"
As soon as Mona started speaking, the feeling of fire under her butt came again. Luo An's pupils tightened and he hurriedly grabbed Mona's arm and pulled her into his arms, quickly hiding next to a car.
The next second, a gray car passed by at high speed on the road, and several large bottles were thrown directly from the car in this direction.
(End of chapter)
