Legendary FBI Detective Chapter 148

  Chapter 148 Millard-Thompson

  Inside the villa.

  After hearing the news of her husband's death from Roan, Mary Anne sat down on the sofa with an incredulous expression on her face, her mouth covered, her eyes flushed.

   A few minutes later, Mary Anne calmed down, choked up and said:

   “Brent and I have been married for 10 years, I was going to keep going, but…”

   Reaching out and handing Mary Anne a piece of toilet paper, Mona who was sitting on the sofa asked in a low voice:

   "What happened between you?"

   "Brent only sees work."

  Hearing Mona's question, Mary Anne seemed to turn on some switch, and said one after another:

  "Before getting married, although he was busy, he still went home after all.

  But after he got married, he was always on business trips, always busy with work, even when he came home, he would always stay in the study..."

  Hearing this, Mona looked up at Roan.

  Roan blinked, wondering what Mona meant.

   "I can't take it anymore,"

  Here, Mary Anne is still narrating:

   "What's the point of this kind of marriage when I'm alone most of the time? I'm so lonely..."

  Roan leaned on his chin and nodded.

   If the bottom is blocked, it will naturally need to be unblocked. This is what plumbers do.

   Speaking of which, Mary Anne noticed that there was something wrong with Mona's eyes beside her, she froze for a moment, then hurriedly waved her hand and said:

   "But I still love Brent, and I would never do anything to hurt him."

  Mona heard the words and said blankly:

   "But your divorce records don't seem to show that."

   "That's just because of the money."

  Mary Anne sighed:

   "You know, when things get involved with money, it always gets complicated."

   Just then, Roan received a text message from Ryder.

  The autopsy report from the trace inspection department has come out. The time of Brent Hughes' death was around 11:30 last night. The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the head, and the bullet was a 9mm bullet.

  Pressed the button to reply with a receipt and thank you, Roan put the phone away, turned his gaze to Mary Anne, and asked in a deep voice:

   "May I ask where you were at about 11:30 last night?"

"What's the meaning?"

  Hearing Roan's words, Mary Anne was taken aback for a moment, then her face flushed instantly, and she shouted:

   "I told you! I won't hurt Brent!"

   "This is just a routine inquiry."

   Regarding Mary Anne's hysteria, Roan pretended not to see it, and said with a blank expression:

  “Between husband and wife, if one party dies, the other party will be under serious suspicion no matter what.

  I am asking you now, mainly to eliminate your suspicion. Please calm down and answer my question well. "

"snort!"

  Hearing Roan's words, Mary Anne snorted coldly.

  After taking a sip of the water on the table, Mary Anne replied coldly:

   “I was in Manhattan all night last night for an art show.

  There is monitoring there, if you doubt me, you can go there to investigate. "

"OK."

   Recording the address of the art exhibition hall in a small book with no expression on his face, Roan continued to ask:

   "Where's Millard Thompson? Was he with you last night?"

   "No."

  When Roan mentioned Millard's name, Mary Anne's eyes flickered, and then she shook her head, indicating that Millard had never liked these things.

  But then she eagerly explained:

   "There's no way Millard did this.

   Although the relationship between them is not good, Millard is a good person, he will not do such a thing as murder! "

   Roan, who had been watching Mary Anne's expression, frowned, and then pretended he didn't see anything, and was noncommittal to what Mary Anne said.

   After drawing a few random strokes in the small notebook, he asked again:

   "Do you know where Millard was last night?"

   “He went drinking with friends last night.”

  Seeing that Roan pointed the finger at Millard Thompson again, Mary Anne immediately took out her phone very angrily:

   "I'm calling Millard back now!

   You can ask him, he is definitely not the murderer of Brent! "

   Seeing the other party's actions, the corners of Mona's mouth twitched slightly, and the corners of Roan's brows also twitched.

  Mary Anne did this either because she genuinely believed Millard wasn't the murderer, or because...

  Mona looked up at Roan, who also gave her a look.

  The two of them calmly prepared their pistols.

  Ten minutes later, a brand new red car drove up to the gate of the villa.

   Seeing the car through the window of the villa, Mary Anne smiled:

   "Millard is back."

   "OK."

  Roan and Mona nodded, but before they could speak, the owner of the red car saw the black SUV parked outside the villa. The car that was about to stop suddenly accelerated and rushed out into the distance.

   "Fu-k!"

   Seeing this scene, Mona immediately cursed. Just as she was about to rush out of the villa and run towards the SUV, Roan suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

  Mona was full of doubts, and Roan came to her ear and whispered quickly:

   "Take care of Mary Anne."

   After speaking, Roan quickly ran into the SUV and chased after him with a kick of the accelerator.

  Looking at the SUV that disappeared in the blink of an eye, Mona was silent for a second, the corners of her mouth raised, and then she turned and returned to the villa.

  In the villa district of southern New York, the shadow of a red car speeds along the road.

   Several car owners happened to pass by, and the startled car owners were about to curse, when a black lightning that was faster than the car just now rushed out from them.

  The pitch-black SUV was running on the road, and Luo An sat in the driver's seat with a face full of calm, operating the steering wheel with both hands, and threw aside the shock and anger of the drivers behind him.

  He has just notified the NYPD patrols who are patrolling nearby, and those patrols said they will arrive soon.

   After all, it is a wealthy area, and a large number of NYPD will come here if there is any trouble.

  Millard Thompson, who was driving a new car, looked at the light and shadows passing by outside the car window, his heart was pounding uncontrollably.

  It was the first time for him to drive the car so fast.

   Fortunately, this is a villa area, and there is not much traffic, otherwise he felt that he might have crashed a long time ago.

   Seeing the black SUV hanging behind him at first, but now getting closer to him, Millard-Thompson's mouth was dry.

   Immediately afterwards, the distance between the black SUV and the red car began to maintain a balance.

  Seeing this, Millard-Thompson thought that the speed of the SUV had reached its peak, and he was relieved.

But Millard-Thompson checked the rearview mirror carefully and found that Roan, who was driving the SUV, not only had a calm expression on his face, but seeing that he was looking at him, Roan even waved to Millard with a smirk on his face. Smile!

  Seeing this scene, Millard Thompson's pupils trembled, and his hairs stood on end.

   Before he could open his mouth to say greetings, a police car with harsh sirens suddenly appeared in the distance.

   After confirming that the target was the red car in front of him, the two policemen who ran down from the police car quickly laid portable car stoppers on the ground.

   "Shit!"

   Seeing the nails on the ground, Millard immediately cursed, hurriedly reduced the speed of the car, turned the steering wheel, and prepared to drive the car into the opposite lane.

   At this moment, Luo An, who was driving the SUV, calmly took out the Glock 18 with his left hand, aimed at the car, and pulled the trigger.

   bang bang bang bang—

  (end of this chapter)

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