"But why did Sean make the bomb?"

After listening to Luo An's description, Mona asked with some confusion:

"Isn't he undercover?"

"Who knows?"

Luo An shook his head, turned his head to look at Mona, and asked with a solemn expression:

"I remember that Agent Mullen didn't write about it in his undercover record this month."

Mona ran back to her seat, took a closer look at the files on her computer, and nodded:

“Yeah。”

Hearing the affirmative reply, Luo An did not hesitate and immediately walked into the team leader's office.

"What's wrong?"

Augustus, who was bowing his head to write documents, looked at Luo An, who entered his office without knocking, with a puzzled expression.

But after listening to Luo An's speculation, Augustus's face suddenly became serious:

"Are you sure Sean bought those phones to make bombs?"

"No, I'm not sure."

Roan's words made Augustus's face full of black lines, but then Roan continued:

But it's better to believe that it's true than to believe that it's false.

I remember you just told me that the FBI's Organized Crime Investigation Division would be working with the DEA tomorrow on an operation against the Hyena Gang, and if their source of information was Sean, it would ......"

"I'm afraid the loss of the Organized Crime Section will be very huge."

Augustus nodded, Dillon from the Organized Crime Section was also in the Columbus Foundation, and he stopped talking nonsense at the moment, and immediately took out the phone and called Dillon.

"And that kind of thing?"

After listening to Augustus's description, Dillon, who was sitting in the conference room and discussing tomorrow's plan of action with the group members, felt as if his butt was on fire, and he couldn't sit still.

After a few seconds of silence, Dillon motioned for Augustus to hang up for a few minutes, then pressed another number and called the head of the DEA's operations tomorrow.

In the office of the leader of Investigation Team Five, Roan and Augustus looked at each other and were silent for a moment, and then they both picked up their coffee.

After a long time, August's phone rang again.

"Thank you very much, Augustus."

Dillon on the other end of the phone had obviously just finished arguing with someone, and his tone was still a little unpleasant:

"This joint operation, the DEA side is not based on the information sent by Sean, but they don't know about Sean's purchase of mobile phones..."

After a brief overview of the matter, Dillon's tone was very serious:

"Augustus, I owe you a favor this time."

If Augustus hadn't told him the news, the FBI would have been caught off guard by the joint operation with the DEA tomorrow, and he might have lost as many agents as he would have died, and Dillon's career would have come to an end afterwards.

"Just go back and ask me for a drink."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Augustus laughed, then glanced at Luo An, and said with a smile:

"But this time the news was discovered by my subordinate, the agent named Roan Greenwood, he is his own person, I will take him with me when we drink together in the future, don't be angry."

"Is that the same Roanne Greenwood who killed a serial murderer with a pen and appeared in the New York Journal the other day?"

Hearing August's words, Dillon's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to indicate that drinking or something was a trivial matter, and then said that his investigation team had been a little short of people recently, and he didn't know if he could send Roan over to help them for a few days.

"I'll get back in touch."

Augustus smiled, ignoring Dillon's words, and immediately hung up the phone.

"Old drunkard."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Dillon grinned, walked out of his office, and shouted to his agents:

"Thanks to those unreliable DEAs, we're now reworking our plan of action for tomorrow!"

"Yes, sir!"

——

In the distance, in an office of the DEA's New York branch, Melton, the leader of an operations group, grabbed the documents on the table and threw them at Agent Mullen.

“FU-K YOU！ Mullen! ”

Anger rose in Meldon's eyes, and he pointed at Mullen and scolded:

"What did those undercover agents under you do?"

What makes Melton angry is not that Mullen's undercover agents may defect, here in the DEA, the number of dead, defective, and missing undercover agents every year is not small, and Melton has long been used to it.

What really made Melton angry was that he wasn't told this by his own subordinates, nor was it told to him by other colleagues at the DEA.

Instead, the FBI called him and asked him if there was such a thing.

Their FBI agents are more valuable, and they can't be like the DEA, where agents casually die of misinformation......

Shame on other departments!

"I'm sorry, sir."

Seeing the anger on Meldon's face, knowing the other party's temperament, he didn't make much excuses, but explained in a deep voice:

"Later, I will re-evaluate the undercover agents under my hands......"

"Go to the psychological assessment of his standard raising!"

Hearing this, Melton glared at Malen again.

According to common sense, if a person wants to join the FBI, CIA, NSA and other departments as a new employee, he needs to undergo a series of work such as background checks, career evaluations, lie detection, and psychological evaluations.

But DEA is different.

Even if you're bankrupt, financially struggling, have an unqualified family background, fail a lie test, or even have ties to a gang, you can become a new employee of DEA.

The reason is simple, such people are usually sent by the DEA to go undercover abroad, such as those countries south of the Federation.

A person with a clean background and no black material will not be able to break into the circles of flour selling in those countries in the south of the Federation.

In this case, the DEA will not pay much attention to the above-mentioned scrutiny when it chooses to go undercover in China.

The so-called psychological evaluation, most of the time, is that the DEA agent stands with the undercover agent, smokes a cigarette, and chats.

Taking a deep breath, Melton sat back in his chair, stared at Mullen and asked:

"Did you tell that undercover agent under your command about tomorrow's operation?"

"No, but ....."

Hearing this, Mullen immediately shook his head, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he denied it:

"Sean doesn't know about it."

"Good."

Melton breathed a sigh of relief, and while sorting out the papers on the table, he said in a condensed voice:

"Reformulate tomorrow's action plan to add to the uncertainty that the hyena gang may have remote-controlled bombs, and our DEA agents can't die from a misinformation!"

"Yes, sir."

Mullen nodded, turned and left the office.

Closing the door of the office, Mullen's face immediately darkened, and he gritted his teeth and whispered to himself:

"Damn Sean, and the FBI bunch......"

——

"Well done, Roan."

Hanging up, Augustus grinned.

"It's not my fault, sir."

Luo An shook his head and said with a serious expression: "The matter of Sean buying the mobile phone was discovered by William, and the file was investigated by Mona, I just judged that the other party had the possibility of making a bomb." ”

“Good！”

Hearing Roan's words, Augustus had a smile on his face even more.