Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 138: Luo An Greenwood: Luo An - Garcia?

Upon hearing Brent Harry's words, Reesi's face darkened, while Luo An remained unchanged, the smile still on his face.

The next second, Brent Harry extended his hand to the two, loudly saying:

"Bring me paper and a pen, I'll list a bunch of names for you right now."

Reesi: "..."

Luo An: "Good Boy."

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Unit Five, office area.

Reesi passed sheets filled with names to the technical staff of Unit Five one by one, while Luo An stood at the front of the office area, loudly saying:

"Everyone! These are the people listed by Brent Harry, those who have studied his bomb-making techniques.

Our task now is to find the most suspect among these people!"

"OK!"

"No problem!"

Although the sight of the long list of names made the corners of their mouths twitch, the technical agents of Unit Five still nodded in unison and agreed to proceed.

"Of course, we don't need to investigate all of them."

Walking to his own workstation, Luo An took a sip of coffee and smirked, saying:

"On this list, some have already left New York. You just need to check their current addresses and whether they have been to New York recently.

Primarily, we are looking for those who are living in New York now, those in poor financial condition, and have recently visited the Jacob Federal Investigation Building, or might have had contact with Ancona!"

Hearing Luo An's words, the technical staff of Unit Five all nodded in unison, then sat down at their computers and began typing.

Mona, also at her workstation, typing agilely, tilted her head in confusion and asked Luo An, who had returned to his seat:

"Why are there so many people? Didn't Brent Harry exclude some?"

"That is the remaining list of names, after he ruled some out."

Hearing Mona's words, Luo An also felt helpless.

Turning his gaze to Reesi, who pulled out five sheets filled with names from behind her, her face twitching:

"Since entering jail, Brent Harry has been using his knowledge of bombs to exchange for money and goods. Now, it has been 8 years since he was incarcerated, and this list is actually considered short."

Ever since learning that the judge had sentenced him to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole, Brent Harry had been racking his brains for ways to improve his quality of life in prison.

For this, Brent Harry had even devised a method.

That was, during yard time, to freely teach the theory of bomb-making techniques to those who were interested in learning.

After hooking their interest, if they wanted to learn the practical operations, they would have to give money or goods to Brent Harry.

Only after receiving payment would Brent Harry teach them the complete knowledge.

Mona: "..."

Luo An was speechless too. According to Brent Harry, this method was taught to him by a prisoner who was caught for financial fraud.

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After a long while, one of the technical agents from Unit Five suddenly exclaimed:

"Everyone! I found two surveillance videos!"

Upon hearing this, Luo An quickly rushed over.

The location in the first surveillance video on the computer was five blocks away from the park where Ancona worked part-time, taken 9 days ago.

In the footage, a tall Caucasian man stood at the street corner; Ancona approached, and they kissed for a few seconds. Then the Caucasian man took out a small, unclear item from his embrace and slipped it into Ancona's arms.

The second surveillance footage was taken 9 days ago as well, not far from that street corner, with a scene of the same white man driving a car into the nearby parking lot.

And that car was identical to the one used to kill Ancona.

Looking at the scenes on the computer, Luo An's brows furrowed tightly as he tilted his head and asked:

"Who is this man?"

Standing beside Luo An, having watched the video as well, Mona replied with an odd tone:

"His name is Luo An-Garcia, listed in Brent Harry's records."

"?"

Luo An was momentarily stunned at the response.

Clearing her throat, Mona got rid of the expression on her face and continued explaining:

"Luo An-Garcia, 39 years old.

Former Marine Corps member, arrested by the ATF (Federal Gun Control Bureau) New York Division two years ago for violating federal weapons regulations.

Recently, the ATF has been investigating another case involving him.

The locations of the two surveillance videos are not far from the house Luo An-Garcia was renting, which he vacated yesterday. Currently, we don't know his whereabouts."

"Please refer to this person as Garcia from now on, thank you."

Luo An politely made a request, then tilting his head, he asked in puzzlement:

"From what I know, such crimes generally lead to severe sentences; why wasn't he imprisoned?"

Normally, for violating federal weapons regulations, Garcia would be sentenced to at least five years in jail.

With furrowed brows, William beside him replied:

"The system shows that Garcia was arrested and convicted, but the verdict was overturned during the appeal process."

"OK."

Luo An nodded and pursued further: "Does he have any connection with Councilman Ma Tai?"

"We can't find out."

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Hearing Luo An's question, William shook his head and showed his computer screen to Luo An, which displayed a large red frame:

"The system refused my access, for some reasons it has been set with restricted access, only available to the case's responsible agent, listed as Sanchez."

Seeing this, Mona's face lit up with a smile, eager to try:

"Luo An, do you want me to hack into the ATF system?"

"Uh..."

Luo An tilted his head, thinking about what to say, when suddenly Augustus's loud voice came from behind:

"Luo An, come here!"

"Understood, sir."

Throwing a look at Mona, signaling her to hold off on hacking and wait until he returned, Luo An then turned and walked into his team leader's office.

"There's a call for you."

Upon entering the team leader's office, Augustus handed over his phone to Luo An without any fuss, and continued to deal with the case reports on his desk.

Luo An took the phone and found to his surprise that it was Special Agent Supervisor Kobert; he quickly said:

"Good afternoon, sir, this is Luo An."

Lying in the hospital, Kobert was watching television.

The TV was showing the scene of the FBI New York Division Deputy Director facing an interview with CNN reporters regarding the explosion case.

Normally, this task should have been his responsibility, but now that he was injured and hospitalized, it was not fitting for the director to appear personally, which left the deputy director to deal with the reporters.

Watching the displeasure in the deputy director's eyes on TV, Kobert's brows were deeply furrowed.

He had just nine months left until his promotion to the Washington Headquarters, but now such a high-profile case had emerged, and Vireness had been hospitalized...

Thinking of Mr. Clement in Washington, Kobert's headache intensified.

Hearing the voice on the phone, Kobert cast aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and spoke in a subdued tone:

"You've been working hard, Luo An. How's the case going?"

Kobert had several reasons for making this call: partly to inquire about the case and partly because he was beginning to have some regrets.