"Luo An, I admire you, really."

Handing Roan a cup of coffee, Lacey walked with him to the Jacob Confederation Building, while looking at him with a strange face, hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice:

"Do you know the specifics of the woman you played with last night?"

"Of course I know, Lydia Ruth, 30 years old, the manager of the 'Queen of Fire' bar, has not had a boyfriend for two years since her last husband died, and she has no shape, what's wrong?"

Luo An tilted his head and wondered, he straightened up last night with these basic information, and used a little means to know about it, and then asked:

"I remember you told me last night that she doesn't have any special background."

Lacey nodded, the information that Luo An got was correct, and Lydia really didn't have any background on the surface, and the background in the secret was just a local gangster, and she was still unwilling to provoke the FBI.

But what she wanted to talk about was not about Lydia's background, but about Lydia herself.

Lydia this woman......

Glancing at Roan, who was greeting the other agents, Lacey shook her head and sighed.

Forget it, let's let Luo An feel it for himself in the future, it's not a big deal, I just hope that Luo An's kidney can hold on.

"Good afternoon, Agent Roan!"

"Hello."

"Pretty good! Agent Roan! ”

"Thank you."

Walking on the first floor of the Jacobs Federal Building, three or four agents greeted Luo An in just a dozen steps, and Luo An also showed eight teeth and responded with a smile, and walked into the elevator with Lacey before asking with a puzzled face:

"Where did these people know my name?"

"There's no secret in this building, Roan."

Lacey took a sip of coffee and explained calmly:

"The story of you killing the gangsters with a pen last night spread all over the building in less than an hour, and it's normal for them to know you."

Ann: "......"

Before he could speak, the elevator reached the floor where the No. 5 investigation team was located, and as the elevator door opened, a deafening applause entered the elevator, startling Luo An.

"Well done, Roan!"

Mona and several technical agents cheered and applauded Roan, and the bear-like Ryder also applauded and shouted:

"Luo An, you have to teach me the technique of throwing a fountain pen when you go back! I'll give you breakfast for a year! ”

Luo An saw this scene with a real smile on his face, not the kind that showed eight teeth, and hugged him one by one and thanked him:

"Thank you! Last night's action was also inseparable from everyone's support and help! Thank you very much! ”

"Haha, I knew Luo An would say that!"

Hearing Luo An's words, Augustus walked out behind everyone, patted Luo An's shoulder fiercely, looked up and down a few times and nodded with satisfaction:

"Well done last night, boy, I have a bit of the skills I had when I was younger!"

Everyone: "....."

Looking down at Augustus's big belly, the smile on Ann's face still didn't speak, he was happy.

"Gone, gone, what should I do!"

With a wave of his hand, Augustus drove the agents back to the office of Investigation Team Five, and he himself led Luo An to the other direction of the corridor.

Luo Ann asked suspiciously:

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the office of the group director, Vereneth, she's looking for you."

As Augustus walked, he patted his big belly, answering Luo An's questions, and not forgetting to show a smiling face to passers-by, and patted Luo An's shoulder by the way.

A sense of immediacy of parents showing their children in front of outsiders came to their faces.

"That's right, Roan."

Halfway through, Augustus suddenly grabbed Roan's shoulder, motioned for him to lower his head, and then whispered in Roan's ear:

"At the meeting this morning, Brosson was appointed by the Special Acting Director, the team leader of the newly formed Investigation Team 14, you can't guess how ugly Browson's face was at that time!"

Ann: "......"

Tilting his head and glancing at Augustus, who happily showed his back molars, Luo An didn't expect that he still had a hobby of gossip.

The two walked to the end of the corridor, and Augustus pointed to the door not far away, and said:

"Vereneth is waiting for you inside, pay attention to proportions when talking, and hurry back to the office after chatting, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing the back of Augustus turning away, Luo An lowered his head and tidied up the suit on his body, and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he knocked on the door of the office.

"Enter."

Hearing Verenis's incomparably cold voice, Luo An raised his eyebrows, calmly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Sit."

Without looking up to talk to Ann, Verenis still bowed her head and writing some documents on her desk.

Luo Ann didn't care, sat down on the chair in front of Vereneth's desk, and began to silently observe the surroundings.

The office is large, but the décor is simple, with only a large bookshelf full of file bags, a set of desks, a chair, and a water dispenser.

Not even a single green plant.

If it weren't for the fact that the office was facing south and the sun was shining in, this office would definitely be a representation of 'oppression'.

With a frown, Luo An turned his gaze to Verenis, and found that she was still dressed in a wide-shouldered women's suit today, and her appearance gave people a very serious look.

It's just that the pants seem to be a little out of place.

Bang Bang –

Hearing the sound of a pen being thrown on the desk, Roan hurriedly took his eyes off Vereneth's body.

Verenes didn't care, pulled out another folder on the desktop, and began to read without emotion:

"Roanne Greenwood, born on April 1, 1981 at Boston Children's Hospital. Your father, a professor of accounting at Boston University, died in a street shooting when you were 4 years old. The mother, a doctor at the Children's Hospital, died in a street shooting a week after your 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, and the killer is nowhere to be found. ”

Reading this, Vereneth glanced up at Luo Ann and asked expressionlessly:

"I'm not wrong, am I? Agent Roan. ”

Luo An's head jumped, and his mind began to frantically flip through the memories left by his predecessor, but replied expressionlessly: "...... No. ”

Isn't it just pretending to be facial paralysis, who wouldn't?

“OK。”

Seeing that Roan had no objections, Verenis continued:

"After your mother's death, you worked odd jobs to earn money while studying hard, and finally with excellent grades and a recommendation letter from your mother's colleague, you successfully entered the University of Massachusetts Boston, majoring in accounting.

After graduating from college, you worked on Wall Street for two years, but for some reason you suddenly quit your job and joined the FBI for social recruitment.

After 20 weeks of training at the FBI Academy in Virginia, you successfully passed your final exams, became a new trainee agent, and were assigned to the New York Branch. ”

After a brief reading of Roanne Greenwood's experience from birth to the present, Vereneth threw the folder aside, put her hands together, stared at Roan's eyes with a solemn face, and asked sharply:

"In the report of the FBI Training Academy, it was never said that you would be a superb thrower! Tell me, where did you learn this? ”

Ann: "......"