"It's safe, Ms. Sabina."

In the villa, at the moment when Fraser collapsed to the ground, Sabina, who was wearing a lace cut-out dress, went weak and fell forward into Luo An's arms.

Luo An subconsciously reached out to catch the other party, and seeing that Sabina's hands were still tied behind his back, he hurriedly took out another pen from his pocket and cut it off, and at the same time lowered his head with a stern face and asked:

"Lady Sabina, you're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm fine."

Sabina shook her head, looked up at Luo An's face, and immediately touched Luo An's cheek after her hands were untied, and asked with a somewhat confused look:

"What about you, Mr. Detective, are you hurt?"

“......”

Luo An's expression was a little stiff.

But when he thought about the men and women who had served Sabina in the club, Luo Anxin was relieved, and this was also Sabina's style.

Those who have served Sabina are not ugly, even if it is a black young man, Craig, is a handsome guy who is rare among black people who meets the aesthetics of white people.

In addition, Sabina stared at him directly when Luo An entered the house just now, which made the murderer Fraser a little jealous...... Sabina's behavior of touching Luo An's face can only be said to have been restrained a lot.

“FBI！”

As soon as Roan took Sabina's hand away from his face, Lacey, who was holding Glock 19, quickly ran up the stairs and rushed into the bedroom, shouting the slogan only to find that the murderer had been lying on the ground with his back to him, and Roan was squatting on the ground holding Sabina.

"Whew-"

Seeing that Luo An was unharmed, Racy put away the pistol and let out a long sigh of relief, and then slapped Luo An on the shoulder and scolded:

“Fu-k You！ Roan Greenwood! Why are you so bold? How dare you face gunmen with guns just wearing body armor?! You don't want to die? Body armor can only protect your body, not your brain! ”

"Isn't that all right with me?"

Luo An got up from the ground, took Sabina in his arms, turned around and walked out of the bedroom towards the villa, and smiled:

"Trust me, I'm sorry for my life."

"Shit! You think I'm going to take your word for it? ”

Hearing Luo An's words, Lacey gave him a middle finger at his back, but she carefully swept Luo An's body, frowned and asked:

"Ann, where is your gun hidden? Why didn't I see it? ”

"Hidden guns?"

Luo An looked back puzzled, not understanding what Lacey meant, or maybe he was a little skeptical that Lacey meant what he thought.

Sabina, who was in his arms, reacted, and replied with an unnatural red face:

"Agent Roan didn't use a gun, he killed my kidnappers with just a pen."

“W T F？”

Lacey gasped, she was busy climbing over the wall to enter the villa just now, and she didn't see the picture of Luo An's murder at all.

Hearing Sabina's words, Lacey hurriedly turned around and turned her back to the corpse, only to see the end of the small half of the pen in the middle of the corpse's forehead.

The air in the bedroom fell silent for a long time before Lacey's voice was heard with a somewhat abstract "Holly Sh-t!" ”

"Hello! Mr. Detective! ”

As soon as Luo An walked out of the villa with Sabina in his arms, a female reporter with long burgundy hair ran over quickly, put the microphone on Luo An's mouth, and asked with excitement full of stars:

"What's your name, please? How did you manage to kill a gangster with a pen? Is this trick a new course taught by FBI agents? Also, Do you have a girlfriend? ”

Ann: "......"

Looking down and seeing Sabina's expression of interest, Luo An took a deep breath, grinned at the corners of his mouth, revealing his standard eight teeth, smiled at the camera, and then turned to Lynette and replied:

"I'm sorry, Madam Reporter, but I still have work to do, so I can't answer. If you have any questions, please come back to our chief's press conference and she will answer all your questions, thank you. ”

With that, Roan led Sabina to Darren's location, ignoring the female reporter's questions.

Seeing Luo An's behavior, the cameraman pouted unhappily:

"What a proud man."

"No, it's not arrogance!"

Lynette interrupted the cameraman's evaluation and stared at Luo An's handsome back without blinking:

"Don't talk nonsense in the face of interviews with reporters, this is a man with high emotional intelligence."

Cameraman: "......"

Is it appropriate for you to say this as a journalist?

“OH MY GOD!”

Seeing Luo An and the others, Darren, who was already waiting for him to die, immediately rushed up and hugged Sabina, his face was red and his eyes were full of tears:

"Sabina, dear, are you alright, are you hurt? The gangsters didn't hurt you, did they? Damn, I knew I wouldn't be on a business trip yesterday! It's all my fault, I'm sorry ......"

Looking at her husband who was holding her and didn't let go, Sabina's eyes also turned red, and she hugged his neck:

"I'm fine, Darren, I'm fine, I didn't get hurt, I'm worried about you......"

Seeing Sabina, who cried when she said she cried, Luo An was expressionless, and sighed in her heart that a woman is really a natural actor.

When she turned to leave the place and leave the space for the two of them, Sabina suddenly reached out and hooked Roan.

“？”

Luo An turned back in confusion, only to see Sabina, who was hugging Darren's neck and not letting go, tears streaming down her eyes, made a phone gesture with one hand, and at the same time silently made a mouth shape to him in her mouth:

“Call Me。”

“......”

Luo An didn't say a word and turned around and left.

This woman's rank is too high, she is young and should not wade into this pit of muddy water, the water is too deep, he can't grasp it, for fear of drowning.

——

At the cocktail party, seeing Roan's handsome face on TV facing reporters' questions and saying that all questions were asked to the chief, Brosson's face was red and white, and the knuckles of his hand holding the wine glass were white.

Matthews on the side was overwhelmed when he saw this scene, and his hand holding the wine glass began to tremble unconsciously.

"Browson."

Wearing a suit, with a serious face and a big bald head, the elderly white Congressman Mattei looked at the picture on the TV, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over after taking a sip of wine, and he didn't care about Broson's ugly face, and asked directly:

"What's the name of this agent? Do you have his contact details? ”

“...... His name is Roan Greenwood and I have his contact details. ”

Although Brosson wanted to bite Roan to death on TV now, in the face of Congressman Mattei's question, he still gritted his back molars, tried to calm his voice, and replied:

"I'll send his relevant information and contact information to your assistant tomorrow."

“OK。”

Councillor Mattei nodded with satisfaction, drained the liquid from the wine glass in one gulp, and then stuffed the empty wine glass to Matthews, without looking at Matthews' face, turned around and led the person out of the party.

“.....”

Looking at the wine glass in his hand, and the back of Councilor Matthews leaving, Matthews had a dry mouth, and after a long silence, he walked up to Brosson and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, I'm ......"

As soon as he began his words, Broson turned around and looked at Matthews as if he had chosen someone:

“G-e-t O-u-t！”

“...... Okay, sir. ”