Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 136: Pulling Out from Behind...

Sure enough, the next second, the bullets shooting this way stopped, and the white man's figure also retreated backward.

Reesi sighed in relief, just about to move to Luo An's side, but then she saw Luo An, like a pitch-black cheetah, leaping and bounding with incredible agility towards the direction of the gunfire, rapidly closing in.

Looking at the complex terrain, full of shelves and various miscellaneous items on the ground, then at Luo An's figure that vanished in an instant, Reesi and several SWAT officers suddenly looked as if they were questioning their life choices:

Dressed so heavily, with so many obstacles on the ground, how can he run so fast?!

Scanning the messy obstacles inside the warehouse, Luo An's mind instantly mapped out the best route to the side of the enemy's hiding spot.

Then, with an explosive burst of strength, Luo An moved swiftly in the most suitable posture, dashing toward his target location.

The sound of whirling wind rose by his ears, and a strange energy burst forth from his abdomen; Luo An felt his heart pumping like a high-pressure water pump, shooting energy continuously throughout his body.

"Damn FBI!"

The white man cursed under his breath at the person who had given the order, as he was now flanking him and showing signs of encirclement from the SWAT officers, before he immediately retreated back towards the shelves behind him.

He wasn't panicked because he had a backup plan.

At the very back of this warehouse, there was a workbench, and there, lay many bombs he had just finished making.

As long as he got there and touched those bombs, these SWAT officers could only obediently follow his command to leave the factory.

And this factory had other exits; he believed he could take this chance to escape successfully.

The white man had just turned around when suddenly he heard a whooshing sound from behind.

Upon looking back, he saw a pitch-black figure charging at him like lightning.

"Fu-k! What kind of monster is this?!"

A look of shock and terror flashed across the white man's eyes, and he instinctively prepared to lift the gun in his hand and pull the trigger at the approaching figure.

But just as he was about to raise his pistol, a dazzling bright light suddenly burst out from the right hand of the dark figure in the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out, and the white man instantly felt a sharp pain in his right hand, which was holding the gun, and in both legs.

But before the white man could scream, Luo An's dark figure had already charged in front of him, with a powerful and heavy right kick aiming at the white man's chest.

Boom—

An intense pain spread from his chest, and the white man was sent flying backward.

After knocking over several shelves, the white man lay amidst a pile of goods, his body twitched, his head tilted, and he passed out instantly.

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"Fu-k!"

"Much obliged!"

"Jesus!"

It took only a few seconds for Luo An to rush over, fire shots, and kick the man; several groups of SWAT officers who were fortunately positioned to see the whole process were immediately astonished and shouted in surprise.

Then, they looked at Luo An with a newfound respect.

America is a country where the survival of the fittest and admiration for strength are openly recognized rules, such as bullying incidents in schools and the social phenomenon where quarterbacks typically have numerous girlfriends.

Maintaining a respectful attitude toward the strong is a habit of some Americans, especially for violent institutions like SWAT.

Luo An's speed, strength, and marksmanship instantly conquered this group of SWAT officers.

Seeing the astonished looks of these SWAT officers, Luo An smiled and waved his hand, then quickly walked over to the white man to check his face and injuries.

The white man was none other than Lindro Jacob.

At this moment, Reesi approached swiftly.

She too was quite shocked by Luo An's recent actions, but she had also made a significant discovery just now.

Reesi came up to Luo An, pulling out a laptop from behind her back with a serious expression, and said:

"Luo An, I found a computer not far from here just now.

I took a close look, and this computer is filled with emails threatening Councilman Matai."

"..."

Seeing Reesi's action, and remembering how she always managed to pull out an assortment of cosmetics, Luo An fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he raised his head and asked with a serious face:

"Reesi, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you."

"What question?"

"Where exactly do you hide things?"

——

That afternoon, at Interrogation Room of Investigation Team Five.

Lindro, his head wrapped in bandages, sat in a wheelchair, with his uninjured left hand firmly cuffed to the table in front of him.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and Luo An, holding a cup of coffee, walked in with Mona who carried a laptop.

The two sat down opposite Lindro. Once Mona was ready, Luo An grinned and said:

"Good afternoon, Lindro."

Lindro didn't speak, his face an iron blue, his gaze towards Luo An exceptionally cold and dark.

"OK."

Luo An, unconcerned, took a sip of his coffee and then got straight to the point:

"Tell me, why did you kill Councilman Matai?

And how did you manage to get the bomb into the Jacob Federation Building?"

"Fu-k you! I didn't kill Councilman Matai!"

Upon hearing Luo An's words, Lindro's mouth twitched, and then he bellowed loudly:

"That bombing wasn't my doing! I had absolutely no idea how that happened!"

"Is that so?"

Luo An raised an eyebrow and turned to Mona, who immediately flipped her laptop around, saying coldly:

"We found a large number of bombs, of the same material as the explosion case, in your warehouse.

And on your computer, we found emails where you insult Councilman Matai and claim that you want to bomb him to death."

Lindro's pupils shrank upon hearing that the bomb materials from the explosion case matched the materials of the bombs he made.

After a few seconds of silence, he shouted loudly:

"Those emails aren't insults, OK? They're satirical art!"

Luo An waved his hand: "'Saturday Night Live' is what you'd call satirical art; your stuff is just plain insults and threats."

Lindro was furious: "You..."

"Keep your voice down, Lindro."

Just as Lindro started speaking, Luo An dug at his ear with his pinky, smiling as he said:

"The doctor said you have a severe chest injury, keep shouting like this and you might start internal bleeding."

"..."

Hearing this, Lindro's face instantly turned beet red with rage.

Son of, bitch!

Why is my chest injured? It's all because of you!

"Alright, Lindro."

Luo An drank the rest of the coffee on the table, his expression becoming immediately serious. His hands crossed in front of him, he said coldly:

"Now, with the bomb and the emails, we've found two key pieces of evidence at your place.

If you continue to insist that you have no connection to this bombing, then provide us with a reason that can convince us!

Otherwise, when you stand trial, do you think the jury will believe you?"

"I..."

Hearing this, Lindro, who had already spent some time in prison, his face instantly darkened.

The interrogation room fell quiet for a moment. Seeing Lindro with his head lowered, his face alternating between red and white yet remaining silent, Luo An finally slammed the table and said indifferently:

"Congratulations, Lindro, this is first-degree murder.

I wish you a happy life in prison from now on."

"No!"

Seeing Luo An and Mona getting up to leave the interrogation room, Lindro muttered several curses under his breath before finally saying softly:

"I have evidence, I know who did it!"

Hearing Lindro's words, the corner of Luo An's mouth curled slightly, and Mona's eyes also displayed a hint of amusement as she gave Luo An a thumbs up where Lindro couldn't see.