Leaving the Office of Investigation Team 5 and walking down the hallway outside, Special Investigator Mullen of the DEA looked gloomy.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked back behind him and saw Augustus laughing with his arm around Roan's shoulder, and the corners of his mouth suddenly went down.

"I said it before, Mullen."

Seeing the look on the face of his friend, Agent Norton of the FBI's Organized Crime Section patted him on the shoulder and smiled:

Although it has been less than a week since Luo An turned from a trainee agent to a regular agent, he has already solved a serial murder case.

He is not one of the stupid boys who was fooled by you in the past and was willing to go undercover in the gang. ”

"Hey, Norton, you're not stupid to be an undercover agent, OK?"

Hearing Norton's words, Malen was suddenly unhappy, and just as he was about to explain, Norton spread his hands and asked:

"How many of you DEA sent to go undercover managed to come back alive? How long do they go undercover? After doing undercover, did you come back and get promoted? Is there a bonus when I come back?

Your DEA is too rough to send people undercover, and Roan Greenwood is a promising FBI agent, and I told you before that he couldn't have promised you to do this kind of work. ”

Without waiting for Mullen to answer, Norton smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and strode into the elevator.

The work content of the FBI's organized crime department is also gangsters, although I don't know the full picture of the DEA's undercover success rate data, but I can guess a rough idea.

Not high anyway.

“...... Hum. ”

With a cold snort, Malen stopped talking nonsense, glanced coldly at the area of the No. 5 investigation team, and strode into the elevator.

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"Well done, Roan."

At the gate of Investigation Team Five, seeing Norton and Mullen entering the elevator, Augustus patted Luo Ann on the shoulder, smiled with satisfaction and nodded:

"When you took the check just now, I was going to remind you, but I didn't expect you to see through DEA's idea yourself, yes, you have brains, and you are smart enough!"

"Thank you, sir."

Luo An smiled and didn't say anything.

As a killer, the most important thing is to trust your instincts, and when he first met Agent Mullen before, Luo An felt that the other party made him feel uncomfortable.

I thought that something was wrong with the black man Yoang, or said something that shouldn't be said, and Mullen came to find fault, but I didn't expect the other party to deliver the check.

However, after taking the check, Malen still felt uncomfortable for him, and thinking of the content of the DEA work, Luo An easily guessed the other party's purpose:

I want to pull myself to be an undercover agent!

For the job of being an undercover agent, Luo An has only one word in his heart:

Hehe.

Undercover is one of the most high-risk jobs in the world.

If you want to live to the end, brains, strength, luck, and reliable commanders are all indispensable.

Without one of them, you wake up to find yourself sunk to the bottom of the Hudson River.

Luo An looked down at himself, he was rich, beautiful and promising, why did he want to do such a thankless job?

And it's not the work of the FBI?

So just now he decisively blocked the other party's mouth with words: Thank you for the check, and if you need it in the future, I will provide you with all support except help!

The two walked back to the office of Investigation Group 5, and Augustus tilted his head and asked:

"How is it, does the [Lake Female Corpse Serial Murder Case] have eyebrows?"

"A little."

Roan nodded, told Augustus about the connection he had now found between the four victims, that is, the marriage in the church of Little St. Phil, and then said:

"I'm going to look up the list of newlyweds who have been married in that church and see if I can find new victims to find out more about the killer."

“OK。”

Augustus didn't say much about Roan's thoughts, nodded affirmatively, and immediately sent a message if he needed support, and then turned around and went to Verenis's office.

It is said that Vereneth has something to do with him.

Sitting back at her desk, Mona's ten fingers on the workstation next to her danced on the keyboard, and when she saw Luo An coming back, she suddenly stopped her movements, pointed to the computer and tilted her head with a unhappy face:

"Good news, bad news, Roan, which one do you want to hear?"

Luo An was stunned and said speechlessly:

"Let's start with the bad news."

Mona pursed her lips, pointed to the computer and said:

"The bad news is that you asked me to focus on the small St. Phil church to investigate murder cases, forcible cases, tailgating cases, molestation cases and other cases, and I can't investigate them at all!

The area is too big, and the cases are countless! There are more than a dozen murder cases that the New Jersey police have not solved!

This was reported, some people died on the streets, and after the New Jersey police sent someone to clean up the bodies, nothing came to ......"

Hearing Mona's words, Luo An's head was full of black lines.

In the United States, where an average of 120 people die from guns every day, the death of a person or something is really not a big deal in the two densely populated places of New York and New Jersey.

"And what about the good news?"

Mona Nunu mouthed, and after a few taps on the keyboard, a circle appeared on the computer screen:

"As you requested, when I investigated the case in the vicinity of the small St. Phil church, I drew a circle of three miles for a radius.

It turned out that the state border lake where the bodies of the four victims were examined, and the homes of the four victims, were in this circle. ”

"What did you say?"

Seeing the circle on the computer, Luo An's eyes widened and he was surprised.

But seeing the list of cases that couldn't be pulled up in the computer, the corners of Luo An's mouth twitched, and after pondering for a moment, he said:

"Because the first victim, Linda Chippo, disappeared and died eight months ago, when you look into the case next, set the time to almost a year.

At the same time, those murderers have been arrested, and the cases in prison do not need to be investigated. The main investigation is for people who were released from prison within a year and who are still living within a three-mile radius of the Little St. Phil church. ”

"Okay."

Hearing Luo An's arrangement, Mona sighed, took a sip of bitter coffee and patted her face, and the crackling keyboard sounded again.

After a long time, Ryder, who was holding two large cardboard boxes, and Lacey, who was holding a large cardboard box, also rushed back.

"Whew-"

Throwing the cardboard box on the floor of the conference room, Lacey and Ryder let out a long breath.

"Good work."

Roan poured the two a cup of coffee and began to flip through the paper containing information about the newlyweds.

"Roan, in these three boxes, there are only information records of the newlyweds in the Little St. Phil Church in the past two and a half years."

After taking a sip of coffee, Lacey sat down on the chair with a tight face:

"The Little St. Phil Church receives newcomers every day, if there are many people, it is 15-35 minutes, and it can receive 8 couples a day. If there are few people, a game of 45-60 minutes, and there are 3-4 pairs a day.

If you really want to check all the newcomers' information in the past ten years, then don't check it, the ten people in our No. 5 investigation team can't find it at all. ”

"That's right, that's right."

Ryder, who was on the side, nodded again and again, put down the coffee cup and said, "On the way back and forth just now, the Little St. Phil Church received another couple of newcomers. ”

Luo An frowned when he heard this, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly patted his head, stood up, shook the paper in his hand, and said:

"No, we're still going to check."

Seeing that Lacey and Ryder's faces collapsed after listening to his words, Luo An shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"But we will focus on the records of the couple in the past seven months, as well as the records of the couple in the past two weeks."

"Why?"

Ryder perked up when he heard this, but Lacey asked suspiciously:

"But you said before that Mara Terry was married eight years ago, but died two weeks ago, this ......"