Legendary FBI Detective Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Interrogation, Killer Broker, New Corpse

 Southern Los Angeles, a hospital ward.

On the bed in the center of the ward, there lay a white man with many bandages on his body, a bruised nose and a swollen face, and several missing teeth.

Beside the hospital bed, Luo An was sitting on a chair with a smile on his face. Horst from the Supervision Department crossed his arms and stood against the wall behind Luo An. Winslow and Chenelle stood directly in front of the hospital bed.

Seeing the photo in Luo An's hand, Eneston's face instantly became very ugly.

There are all men in several photos, all wearing prison uniforms. Their appearance cannot be said to be ugly, it can only be said that they have their own characteristics, and they look like each other forever.

When Eneston was in prison before, he had unresolved conflicts with these people, but at that time there was another boss guarding Eneston, and Eneston was able to be released from prison smoothly.

The boss who was guarding Eneston has now left the prison. Eneston is indeed very skilled, but the guys in the prison are outnumbered, and it is impossible for Eneston to be prepared for sneak attacks every minute.

Once back in that prison, how long Erneston can survive will definitely become a betting game among the prison guards.

These photos were found by Mona when she was investigating Eneston's identity information. Luo An didn't expect that they would come in handy at this time.

Pouring himself a glass of water, Luo An drank it all in one gulp, then looked at Eneston with a smile and said:

 “It looks like you don't want to die yet.”

 “Bullshit.”

Erneston stared at Luo An fiercely. As a killer, he did not have much sense of worldly morality, but his life was definitely the most important thing to him. When he was alive, there was still hope, but when he died, he had nothing. .

“These old friends in prison, I believe you will still remember them, and I think they will also remember you.”

Luo An threw the photos in his hand onto the hospital bed, then crossed his legs, leaned back on the chair, and said with a smile:

“Tell me, who is the mastermind behind the order for you to kill someone?

Or, you can keep your mouth shut and say nothing. Later, you can go back to this familiar prison and catch up with these old friends. "

Looking at the photos on his chest, Enes looked at Luo An with blazing eyes, biting his back teeth and said:

 “…You are a really good FBI.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

Roan laughed, and Eneston killed Lyndon Osborne and his wife with a bomb, and disemboweled Lyndon's son.

He had also used bombs to ambush the Special Investigation Team and SWAT team before. If Luo An hadn't reacted quickly, no one knew how many people would have died in that operation.

For such a guy who was full of evil, Luo An directly eliminated the idea of ​​discussing a deal with him in a soft voice. Directly presenting the facts and talking about threats was the most effective method.

After a moment of silence, Erneston grabbed the photos, threw them all to the ground, looked at the ceiling and said:

“I also want to tell you who is the person behind the order, but I don't know because I have never met that person.”

Luo An's expression did not change and he continued to ask:

 “Then tell us what you know.”

Enestone said that he is a traditional killer and has always made money by taking orders through traditional middlemen.

Since he was short of money after being released from prison, Eneston found a middleman who he was familiar with and had a good reputation in the industry, and then took the order.

 “Good.”

 Luo An nodded with satisfaction:

 “What's the name of this middleman?”

 “I always call him Vincent.”

 Enestone said a name, but he did not know whether the name was true or false, and he had never cared about it before.

 Enestone then provided information such as the contact information of the other party, the location where they contacted each time, and the appearance of the other party.

It didn't take long for Mona, Michelle and Lacey to arrive here. With the suspect's appearance and portrait, Mona quickly found the suspect:

“Sean Huffman, 39 years old, opened a private detective agency called “Guaranteed to Meet Your Requests”.

 He is the only boss and the only employee of the detective agency. "

 “That's why he was named...I feel like he should work in an advertising agency.”

Looking at the information found on Mona's computer, Lacey complained speechlessly, while Luo An waved his hand:

 "Winslow, Lacey, Chenelle, come with me and set out to arrest people!"

 “Understood!” x3

Looking at the figures of Luo An and the other four people setting off quickly, Horst from the Supervision Department standing aside had his eyelids trembling and his lips moved a few times, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything and hurriedly followed them.

 Southeastern Los Angeles, a small villa community dominated by the middle class.

The SUV quickly parked on the side of the road, Roan and Lacey quickly moved to the front door of the villa where Sean Hoffman lived, and Winslow and Chenelle moved to the back door of the villa.

Both parties reached the designated position, and after three counts, Luo An suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the front door of the villa, followed by Winslow and kicked towards the back door of the villa.

Two sounds of the door being kicked open were heard one after another. Lacey and Chenelle quickly rushed into the villa and shouted:

 “FBI!”

 “Sean Hoffman! Come out!”

This villa is not big, but it is not small either. There are many rooms and there is also a basement. The four of Luo An shouted and quickly checked each room.

 “Safety on the first floor!”

 “The basement is safe!”

Lacie followed up and shouted:

 “There is a discovery on the second floor!”

"What?"

 “The target person is dead!”

Hearing Lacey's shout, Winslow and Chenelle hurried to the bedroom on the second floor.

In the bedroom, a white man wearing a shirt and casual floral pants was shot in the center of his forehead. He was lying on the big bed with his eyes open, looking directly at Lacey, Chenelle and Winslow at the door of the bedroom.

 “Fu-k.”

The three of them put away their pistols. Chenille cursed in a low voice. Winslow walked to the body and looked at it carefully. He raised his head and said:

“We are a step too late. This guy should have been dead for two to three days.”

 Lacie nodded, turned around and asked:

 “Where's Luo An?”

 “He's in the basement.”

Chenelle took out her cell phone to call the Trace Inspection Department while walking down the stairs with Winslow and Lacey.

 The three of them walked down the stairs into the basement, where there was a room with the walls covered with photos.

At this time, Luo An was standing at a square desk in the center of the room. Seeing the light shining on his side, Luo An continued to organize things and asked without raising his head:

 “What did you find?”

 “Sean Huffman is dead.”

Lacey briefly described the situation on the second floor, then pulled a photo off the wall. Looking at the beautiful woman in the photo with the camera behind her back, she frowned slightly:

 “Looks like we found a stalker.”

“This is what a private detective does.”

Chenelle and Winslow stepped forward to help organize the photos on the table, and Roan continued:

"And Sean Hoffman is not an ordinary private detective. The things on the table show that he has handled many divorce cases and clients with secrets. The hush money probably made him a lot of money. "

A flash of disdain flashed in Lacey's eyes. She posted the photo back on the wall and asked:

“Roan, why don't you feel the news that Sean Hoffman is dead?”

 “Have guessed that this possibility is possible.”

 Before coming to this villa to arrest someone, Luo An put himself in the murderer's shoes and thought about it.

 Killing Sean Hoffman and erasing traces of his own existence is a very cost-effective method for the murderer.

  After packing up the laptop, a lot of eavesdropping equipment and a lot of audio tapes that he found, Luo An handed one to Lacey and explained:

“Our trip was not fruitless. Sean Hoffman has been a private detective and killer broker for so many years. He definitely has his own unique way of storing information.

This villa has no traces of being rummaged through, which means that the information is most likely still in the room.

If we find and decipher this information, we should be able to know who was behind the order from Sean Hoffman and the murder of the Linden family. "

 “Sounds like a very difficult and time-consuming job.”

Lacie let out a long sigh, Winslow and Chenelle looked at each other, and they were both ready to work overtime in the next few days.

Suddenly, Horst from the Supervision Department shouted at the basement door:

 “Leader Greenwood, I have a phone number for you!”

 (End of this chapter)

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