Jacobs Federal Office Building, 26 Federation Square, Manhattan, New York, 9 a.m.

Floors 23-26 are the exclusive headquarters of the FBI's New York Division.

In a small conference room.

"I didn't expect me to become the legendary FBI?"

In the corner of the back row of the conference table, Luo An sat on a chair, raised his hand to see the upright suit on his body, and then looked at the gold badge hanging on his chest, his face was blank.

He remembered that he just went to the island country to inspect the customs and local characteristics, how did he come here with his eyes closed on the plane?

Smack-

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a suit walked in with a folder in his hand.

"Attention, this is a shooting homicide in a park."

Mediterranean opened the folder, threw a pile of photos on the conference table, and introduced:

"The victim, Mike Robert, 43, was shot dead in a path in Central Park at 11:34 p.m. on April 11, 2005......"

Hearing the overview of the case, the intern agents on both sides of the conference table went to get the photos on the conference table, Luo An didn't move, he was combing through the mushy memories in his head.

In his previous life, he was raised by an old killer who was struggling to survive, and when he grew up, he naturally learned a skill, with excellent professional ability and high technical level, and he has never missed a hand since he entered the industry...... In fact, I have never received an order from others.

The old killer raised Luo An in order to let Luo An avenge his blood. As a result, when the old killer died, Luo An successfully went out to find the enemy, and learned that the enemy had been arrested by the local law enforcement department and sentenced to death by the court.

The Qiu family was alone and had no relatives, and Luo An didn't dare to confront the prison, so after thinking for a few seconds, he turned his head and got on the plane to the island country, ready to experience the customs first, and then open a bubble tea shop to spend the rest of his life.

It's impossible for a killer to do it, it's impossible to do it in this life, not to mention the high risk factor, and the money comes slowly, how can you make money by opening a bubble tea shop in an island country!

"Sir, there's one thing I don't understand."

When Mediterranean briefly introduced the case, Fisher, a young white man with short brown hair and thin lips, tilted his head and asked:

"Why did you give us this case?"

There is no need to mobilize the FBI for an ordinary homicide case, and the New York Police Department can take care of it itself.

Without waiting for Mediterranean to answer, Mona, a short-haired white woman with short red hair and an extremely aerodynamic figure in a standard suit, looked at Fisher with disdain and said:

"The victim was a black correspondent who had returned from a war zone, and the word 'vermin' was written in blood next to the body, making it clear that this was a special hate crime against the victim."

Special hate crimes are under the control of the FBI.

After listening to Mona's words, Mediterranean nodded quietly, and swept to Luo An, who was motionless at the end of the conference table, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't care, clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said:

"This special hate crime case is the next stage of the test, you twenty new intern detectives have to solve the case and catch the murderer on their own within three days, and the senior detectives will give corresponding points according to your performance, and those with high points can be turned into regular agents first, and those with low scores will continue to work hard."

After saying that, Mediterranean didn't organize the folders, turned around and left the conference room.

The moment the door of the conference room closed, there was a bang in the conference room, and many new intern agents leaned in to check the photos and clues.

"What is the 'bed bug' on the ground next to the victim's body targeting? Black identity or journalist identity? ”

"It's also possible to have both."

"Maybe it's more of a journalist, but the victim came back from a war zone, and it's a bunch of religious lunatics there, so it's not unusual for them to do anything."

"Not necessarily, victims have also reported a lot of corruption in parliamentarians."

"It's really a ...... of enemies everywhere"

Ignoring the crowd, just as Mediterranean was leaving the conference room, Roan suddenly heard a "buzz" in his ears, and before he could react, a light blue page suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

【System loading......

[The system has been loaded successfully! 】

[Today's treasure chest has been prepared, is it open?] 】

[The Starter Pack has been prepared, is it open?] 】

“....”

Luo An's pupils constricted, and Yu Guang was relieved to see that others had not noticed the abnormality here.

"I haven't read the novel in vain for so many years, those authors don't deceive me, and the traverser really has a system bonus!"

Luo An took a deep breath and said silently in his heart: [Open]

A cutscene of a rough page game opening a treasure chest, the system shows that [Today's Chest] opens a $20 card and a $50 one. 【Starter Pack】A bottle of hemostatic potion, a bottle of scuba potion.

“......”

Seeing the system page where there was no movement since then, Luo An blinked, and was a little confused for a while.

This system is so rudimentary!

All the trainee agents were anxious to analyze the clues, and the trainee detective Fisher suddenly raised his eyebrows when he saw the wound on the deceased's chest, raised his head and shouted:

"Luo An, you hurry up and go to my desk and bring the third folder in the upper right corner."

“......”

The imaginary response did not sound, and Fisher looked back in confusion to find that Roan was sitting in the corner of the conference table with his head bowed in thought, not noticing his words at all.

Fisher's face sank, and he picked up the pen in his hand and threw it at Roan.

Syllable!

Hearing the sound of wind in the air, Luo An, who was sorting out his memories, subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it.

Holding the pen, Luo An, who turned off the system page, turned his head to look at Fisher, and a memory instantly appeared in his mind.

Some time ago, when the predecessor and Fisher, as well as another trainee agent named Markey, went out on a mission, the two of them made a mistake during the operation and caused the criminal to escape, and the predecessor was deducted 100 points when reporting to the chief, and Fisher and Markey were just reprimanded and gone, and no points were deducted!

In his memory, his predecessor turned blue with anger after learning the news, but he had no background and could only choose to temporarily endure it in order to turn positive as soon as possible...... This made Fisher cry out more and more about his predecessor.

Luo An frowned slightly, he didn't have the forbearance character of his predecessor, and was just about to make a move, when Mona, who noticed what was happening here, forced his pen to Fisher, and asked loudly:

"What are you doing? Can't you take your own things? ”

Mona is a rare computer master among their new trainee agents, plus her beautiful figure is good, Fisher didn't say much when she was hit by the pen, and snorted coldly and picked up her notebook and began to record the clues on the photo.

"Ignore him, a spoiled bastard."

Seeing that Luo An's face was not good-looking, Mona, who was convex and backward, walked up to him with a few photos and sat down, comforting:

"The information given by the chief says that the murderer who catches this case can get 80 points, which can make up for most of the points you lost some time ago, and there is a $50,000 reward for this case from the New York Journalists Association....."

"$50,000?"

In 2005, the wages of workers in the United States were only around $2,500.

The 80 points in front of Luo An didn't care, but the $50,000 in the back made his eyes light up instantly, because he remembered what the old killer said to him in his previous life:

I'm not in the mood to listen to those bullshit love stories, I just wanted to make money when I was younger! What's the use of you just envy others? We need to do it ourselves! Become richer than they are!