Investigation Team No. 5, office area.
Luo An sat on the chair, reading the information in his hand and drinking coffee calmly. William, who was not far away, raised his head and said:
"According to the investigation, the license plate of the car driven by the man in the hoodie was a fake one and the car was stolen."
Mona on the side tapped the keyboard a few times and added:
"After the car left the area where the warehouse was located, it disappeared from the cameras on the road."
"He's a very cautious guy."
Luo An put the coffee on the table, left the chair and stretched himself, turned his eyes to Lacey, and said with a smile:
"Let's interrogate this guy Connor Trenner together."
Ten minutes ago, Connor Trenner, who had taken care of the wound on his hand, had been brought back to the No. 5 Investigation Team interrogation room by Ryder.
"OK."
Lacey nodded, immediately picked up her notebook and followed Luo An.
Mona and Ryder next to them looked at each other, stood up and walked into the monitoring room next to the interrogation room.
In the interrogation room, Connor Trenner's hands were handcuffed on the table, his head lowered and silent, his face expressionless.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Trenner."
Pushing open the door and walking into the interrogation room, Lacey sat on a chair, and Luo An leaned on the wall next to him with his arms folded, smiling:
"We found gasoline, foam plastics, pipes and a lot of raw materials for making Molotov cocktails in the warehouse you rented."
Connor Trenner shrugged:
"I major in chemistry, these are just my experiments and research."
Lacey narrowed her eyes slightly:
"After Congressman Emanuel died, you raved about it in the forum and said others should do the same."
Connor Trenner remains nonchalant:
"It's just a complaint on the Internet, and the words you say do not mean that you really want to do it. Federal law supports freedom of speech."
"You must have been thinking about these remarks for a long time."
Luo An, who was leaning against the wall, chuckled, took the information from Lacey's hand, and said:
"We have investigated your information and found that you have illegally invaded the offices of other political organizations many times during college, and used illegal means to disrupt public order during demonstrations... These are all very low-level activities.
But Trenner, you've really done something big this time. "
The expression on Connor Trenner's face remained unchanged:
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Let me tell you in advance, Trenner."
Opening the folder and throwing it in front of Connor Trenner, Luo An put away the smile on his face and said in a deep voice:
"It doesn't matter whether you lit the flame or not, you are already involved. In federal law, this is called "risk sharing."
If those Molotov cocktails that were taken away are used again and kill someone else, you are responsible.
In addition, because you are the maker of Molotov cocktails and refused to cooperate after we arrested you, your crime will only be more serious than your accomplices, and you will stay in jail longer than him. "
When Connor Trenner heard this, his body suddenly froze. After a few seconds of silence, he took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Luo An with a serious face and said:
"A soldier dying for a goal is the noblest thing in the world."
Hearing this, Lacey in the interrogation room and Ryder in the monitoring room darkened. This was obviously a case of brainwashing.
Mona next to Ryder was also very nervous, but she saw that Luo An's expression remained unchanged, and her suddenly clenched fists slowly relaxed.
Luo An in the interrogation room snorted softly and asked:
"This sentence was probably told to you by that accomplice."
Connor Trenner didn't answer, but his eyes became more determined.
"Looks like that's it."
Luo An nodded. The other party's reaction was not much different from a direct admission, and then he continued:
"But you're not a soldier, Trenner."
Connor Trenner's eyes flashed slightly. Seeing this scene, Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and continued:
“Also, your political goal is to oppose gun bans, right?
After you die, do you think this goal will be inherited by your accomplices? "
Just as Connor Trenner was about to raise his head to speak, Luo An shook his head, pointed to the information in the folder and continued:
"No way, he can't continue to support your goals.
Depending on the amount of gasoline and foam you purchased, you probably made about 70 Molotov cocktails.
But the two crime scenes and the remaining Molotov cocktails in your warehouse add up to less than 23 bottles. So where did the rest go? It must have been sold for money by your accomplices. "
"impossible!"
Hearing this, Trenner's face suddenly turned red:
"There's no way he would do that!"
That's what he said, but Trenner's eyes rolled when he looked at the information in front of him, and at the same time he began to subconsciously lick his chapped lips.
Trenner's sudden violent reaction shocked Lacey. Ryder and Mona in the monitoring room were also a little stunned. Roan raised his eyebrows slightly, spread his hands and asked with a smile:
"Why is it impossible? You just handed the Molotov cocktail to the other party. Do you know how the other party used them?"
"Because...because..."
Trenner's eyes were rolling around in the chair, and he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.
Seeing the opponent's performance, Luo An knew it was time, so he bent down, stared at Trenner, and said coldly:
“That guy is older than you, right?
He tells you that the noblest thing a soldier can do is to die for his cause, leading you to refuse to give us his name.
After you enter the prison, he will live a comfortable life outside the prison with your money. When he thinks of you, he will probably laugh at you for taking the blame for him..."
Seeing the cold light in Luo An's eyes, Trenner's face turned pale and the corners of his mouth trembled.
Seeing this, Luo An lowered the coldness in his voice and whispered:
"Connor, you are only 22 years old and you still have a lot of life left to spend. Prison is definitely not a good place.
There is only one chance to save yourself. Now, tell me, who is your accomplice? "
The air in the interrogation room was extremely quiet. Sitting aside and watching the whole process clearly, Lacey did not dare to take a breath. She clenched her hands into fists and stared at Trenner opposite.
The scene in the surveillance room was also the same. Ryder and Mona subconsciously slowed down their breathing, and they all leaned forward and stared at the picture in the surveillance room.
"Wilkin, his name is Wilkin."
After a long time passed, Trenner sighed and whispered:
"I met him at the Black Forest bar in Brooklyn."
boom!
The moment Trenner spoke, Mona clapped her hands and raised the corners of her mouth. Ryder beside her also smiled instantly and slapped the table hard:
"Great job! I knew Luo An could do it!"
Lacey's eyes were shining brightly in the interrogation room. She didn't speak for fear of attracting Trenner's attention, but she looked at Luo An with admiration in her eyes and quietly gave a thumbs up to Mona in the surveillance room behind her.
Mona's face smiled even more when she saw this.
Luo An, who was interrogating, didn't notice the expressions of the people behind him. After hearing Trenner's words, he continued to ask:
"Do you know where Wilkin lives?"
"Sorry."
At this time, Trenner lowered his head, and when he heard Luo An's question, he answered slowly:
"I really don't know where he is, we always meet at the warehouse."
"It doesn't matter."
Luo An straightened up and said with a smile:
"A portrait artist will come over later. Tell us all about Wilkin's height, body shape, appearance, and skin color, okay?"
"OK."
(End of chapter)
