Brooklyn, outside a small food workshop.
"Fu-k!"
Seeing the pistol in Darrell Roger's hand, Lacey's pupils shrank and she cursed loudly. Her body subconsciously dodged backwards, preparing to hide behind obstacles to avoid the opponent's bullets.
boom! boom!
The next second, Lacey suddenly heard two gunshots.
But these two voices came from behind her.
"ah--"
Immediately afterwards, a man's screams came from in front of Lacey.
Lacey turned around and found that Darrell Roger had fallen off the car. Blood was flowing out of his right hand, staining a large piece of flour that fell to the ground red.
Lacey subconsciously turned to look at Luo An.
Sure enough, Luo An was slowly putting away his Glock 18. When he saw Lacey looking at him, Luo An slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her.
Luan had already pulled out his pistol when he got out of the car. The moment Darrell Roger took out his pistol and aimed it at himself and Lacey, he directly pulled the trigger.
Her thighs moved forward and backward, and her body bent forward. The whole posture looked a bit indecent and embarrassing. Lacey's mouth twitched.
For some reason, Lacey felt that Luo An did it on purpose.
Walking past Lacey and patting her on the shoulder, Luo An walked slowly to Darrell Roger, kicked the pistol that had fallen to the ground in front of Lacey, and then said with a smile:
"Congratulations, Darrell Roger, you are going to prison for further education again."
"Pooh!"
When Darrell Roger heard this, his beardless and hairless face suddenly showed a ferocious look, and he spit out thick phlegm at Luo An.
But Luo An casually pulled a broken flour bag and blocked it easily.
Not only that, Roan also threw the flour bag back into Darrell Roger's face.
"Ahhhh——"
Darrell Roger, whose face was covered with thick phlegm and flour, became even more angry. He struggled wildly, but there was nothing he could do because Lacey had already taken out handcuffs and cuffed his hands.
In addition, because she was worried that Darrell Roger would spit again, Lacey did not take off the flour bag on his head and directly stuffed Darrell Roger into the SUV.
So after the hospital treated the gunshot wound on Darrell Roger's wrist, everyone in the Jacobs Federal Building saw Lacey and Luo An escorting a guy who was engaged in performance art back to the No. 5 Investigation Team.
Darrell Roger: "..."
In the interrogation room, Luo An took off the flour bag above Darrell Roger's head. The sudden light made Darrell Roger narrow his eyes slightly. After seeing Luo An and Lacey in front of him clearly, he subconsciously wanted to continue. spitting.
Luo An chuckled when he saw the other party's actions and shook the flour bag in his hand:
"Think clearly and I'm vomiting!"
Darrell Roger's face froze when he saw this. Do you want to swallow it?
Darrell Roger slowly calmed down, and Lacey opened the folder in her hand and began to take stock of all the crimes committed by him over the years: sexual assault, illegal gun possession, intimidation, first-degree assault...
"Now add to that the arrests and the assault on a federal agent."
Closing the folder, Lacey said expressionlessly:
"Darrell, how is your life lately? Are you still threatening to force women to sleep with you?"
"No, since I got rich, there have been a lot of women**."
Darrell Roger smiled disdainfully, and then said to Luo An:
"Man, your partner is probably going to need a ***."
As a talented person who has lived in prison for a long time, Darrell's mouth was full of dirty words and swear words. Luo An was too lazy to pay attention to him and said directly:
"You don't like the type of woman I partner with? It's because she threatens you, right? Like Flavia Farlan?"
"That's a nosy cousin!"
Hearing the name Flavia come out of Roan's mouth, Darrel's face was filled with anger. He knocked on the table hard and said angrily:
“She actually wanted to tell those girls that I was infected with HIV!
Even if I tell them, that cousin is going to tell my boss and colleagues where I work?
Damn it, do you know how hard it is for me to find a job? "
Luo An nodded and continued Darrell's words:
"So to protect your job, you killed Flavia Farlan, right?"
"I didn't kill anyone! You damn FBI!***"
Darrell was very angry when he heard this and began to spit out the fragrance frantically.
Luo An leaned back and calmly hugged his shoulders:
"If you didn't kill anyone, why did you pull out your gun without hesitation when we came to find you?"
"..."
Hearing this, Darrell Roger fell silent for a moment.
"Are you still planning to hide it?"
Lacey smiled disdainfully and threw the folder in her hand on the interrogation table:
"We have sent people to search your home and your warehouse. We hope it is cleaner than your mouth."
"OK! OK!"
Darrell was silent for a few seconds and raised his hands, saying that the reason why he fired just now was because he thought that some leaves he had hidden in the basement had been discovered, and he did so because he was afraid that his brain would get hot.
"But I really didn't kill Flavia Farlan!"
After listening to Darrell's account, Roan gave Lacey a look. Lacey nodded and left the interrogation room. She took out her cell phone and called Ryder, who went to search Darrell's house, and asked him to focus on searching the basement.
"I accept your explanation for now."
After Lacey left the interrogation room, Luo An chuckled, continued to look at Darrell Roger, and asked:
"But you were still convicted of assaulting a federal agent, so in order to mitigate your crime, do you have any clues that you can provide about Flavia's murder last night?"
Darrell Roger, who had been in and out of prison for a long time, was already very familiar with some federal laws and regulations, such as using clues in exchange for reduced sentences.
After thinking seriously for a moment, Darrell suddenly raised his head. After receiving Roan's affirmative reply, he said one thing:
"This morning, when I left home to go to work, I found someone following me with a notebook. I wanted to catch the guy and teach him a lesson, but the guy was riding a bicycle and I didn't catch up."
Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this:
“What color is the notebook that guy is holding?”
"I don't know, I didn't see clearly."
Darrell Roger shrugged:
"But the bike that guy is riding looks good. You can check the surveillance video in that area...if there are surveillance cameras."
After leaving the interrogation room, as soon as Luo An walked to his work station, Lacey answered with a cell phone and smiled:
"Ryder found a whole cabinet full of bags of oversize in the basement of Darrell-Roger's house, and Darrell was obviously trying to make a lot of money out of it."
"It's a pity that Darrell can't make any money."
Luo An didn't care about the big size thing, so he replied casually to Lacey, and then asked Mona and William to retrieve the surveillance records of the area Darrell mentioned.
Lacey, who saw this scene next to her, put her hand on her chin and looked at Mona who was typing on the keyboard with a puzzled look on her face, and asked:
"Roan, if the guy following Darrell is the murderer of Flavia, then why would he follow Darrell? Doesn't it make sense?"
(End of chapter)
