"I was indeed the last person to see Congressman Emmanuel."

In a room in the Brooklyn government building, a middle-aged white man in a suit and leather shoes nodded and replied after learning of Roan and Mona's intentions:

"Yesterday's speech by Congressman Emmanuel in the square was also organized by me and a few colleagues who helped him."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dominic."

Putting the FBI's gold badge back in his pocket, Roan sat across from Dominic and asked:

"As far as I know, you are the security advisor to the team of councillors of Emanuel. Do you have any doubts about yesterday's tragedy? ”

Behind each member of the Federation is a team, who is responsible not only for the life and finances of the councillor, but also for the personal safety and external image of the councillor.

This time, Emmanuel was burned to death with a Molotov cocktail, and Dominic, as a security adviser to the parliament, must have a very bad time in the future.

So when he heard Luo An's question, he immediately rummaged through his desk, and then handed a large pile of materials to Mona next to him, with a serious face:

"These are the fifty-four death threats we received against Congressman Emmanuel before the speech began yesterday."

“……”

Looking at the large number of death threat messages in her arms, the corners of Mona's mouth twitched, and Luo An also twitched her eyelids and asked:

"With so many death threats, why would you agree to Emanuel's trip yesterday?"

"Because that's what Congressman Emanuel is asking for."

Dominic's face was full of remorse, saying that he was just an adviser, and that it would be difficult for Congressman Emmanuel, who was the employer, to stop him if he had to do something.

“OK。”

casually took out a piece of paper and looked at it, and found that it was all the identity information of some people, and after thinking about it, Luo An continued:

"By the way, all the political organizations that Emmanuel has been in contact with lately, whether friendly or hostile, make a list of them, and then give me a copy of their specific information."

"No problem!"

More than an hour passed, and Roan and Mona put two large cardboard boxes full of papers into the trunk of the SUV.

"Whew-"

Mona straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, sat in the co-pilot, turned her head and asked:

"Luo An, did you collect information about these political organizations because you think the murderer came from those people?"

"Possibly."

Starting the SUV and driving out of the parking lot, Luo An pointed to a bunch of loud protesters holding signs in the square not far away, some black, some white, some brown, but no yellow, and replied:

"Look at those people, there was anger in the eyes of each of them.

The views and words of any politician are labelled and then amplified and attacked by adversarials, let alone ultra-conservatives like Emmanuel.

For these people who are instigated and whose minds are full of radical ideas, killing people is nothing at all, just a bunch of idealists. ”

Looking through the car window and at the protesters in the square holding a large number of signs such as "No Discrimination", "Cut Government Spending" and "Death to the President", Mona opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Glancing at Mona, who was silent, understood but didn't fully understand, Luo An's expression on his face remained unchanged, but he shook his head in his heart, and then silently stepped on the accelerator and left here.

The Federation is a very amazing country, and a certain book divides society horizontally, regardless of gender, into only the propertied and the proletarian, and then the federal top management successfully "reverses" the book.

They divide society vertically, first into male, female, male to female, female to male, and then from among them are blacks, whites, Muslims, minorities, vegetarians, and so on, and let them fight among themselves, and finally the rich and powerful sit firmly on the high platform, drinking red wine and smoking cigars and watching the show.

This is the root cause of the emergence of political correctness more than a decade later, and the emergence of various buffs and smash brawls.

——

Soon, Roan and Mona arrived at Dominica, a base for a political organization he most suspected.

It says it's a base, but it's actually a small two-story building, and the sign on the door number shows that it's a small newspaper.

The day before Congressman Emanuel was burned to death, the newspaper published an article that said, "Congressman Emanuel should have been burned on the spot."

After parking the car and pushing open the gate to enter the newspaper office, showing the gold badge to indicate their identity, Roan and Mona successfully meet the owner of the newspaper and the head of the political organization.

A middle-aged black man with a natural curly hair, Cody.

Luo An didn't talk nonsense, and directly explained his intention.

"Just call me Cody."

Pouring two cups of coffee for Roan and Mona, Cody replied with a smile:

"You're right, my newspaper did publish such an article."

"No, it's not just your newspaper."

Hearing this, Mona shook her head, put the newspaper on the table, and fixed her eyes on the other side's face:

"The author of the byline at the end of this article is you."

“…… Well, this article is indeed written by me. ”

Seeing the cold color in Luo An's eyes, Cody was silent for a moment and nodded to admit this, and then spread his hands:

"But it's just a metaphor, and that Emanuel Bain guy is a piece of garbage and opposes racial equality, so isn't it normal for me, as a black man, to hate him?"

Speaking of this, Cody saw that the expressions on Roan and Mona's faces had not changed, and they were still full of seriousness, and he suddenly cursed in his heart, and then he explained in a low voice:

"Both, Emanuel Bain's death really has nothing to do with me, and I don't know what it was about.

Truth be told, the insults to Emmanuel Bain are only to mobilize those masses and set up enemies.

In this way, I can not only attract them to donate money, but also increase newspaper sales. ”

“……”

Mona frowned when she heard this, but Luo An nodded.

It's just a political leaning, and it's important to make money.

Glancing back at the busy employees behind him, Luo An continued to ask:

"Are there any members of your organization who are more inclined to violent problem-solving?"

"Yes, but they're all gone because I don't allow them to do that."

Cody smiled and said that he was not one of those idealists, he was very realistic, shouting slogans and scolding parliamentarians just to make money.

“Good。”

Seeing the smile on Cody's face, Roan also laughed:

"So can you give me a copy of the names and messages of the people you want to provoke conflicts?"

“No。”

Cody shook his head repeatedly, indicating that it was someone else's privacy.

"Okay, then I'll change the way I asked."

Luo An's smile was bigger, and his tone was more kind:

"Give me their information immediately, or I'll apply for a search warrant later, and then detain all the facilities of your newspaper and carefully investigate the financial situation of your newspaper."

“……”

Hearing this, the expression on Cody's face froze.

A few minutes later, Roan walked out of the newspaper office with a few folders, and Mona followed him silently with her computer in her arms.

"What's wrong, Mona?"

Luo An opened the door and let Mona out, then asked with a smile:

"Why don't you talk all the time?"

Mona sighed and replied:

"I ......"

As soon as Mona's words began, the feeling of burning under her ass came again, Luo An's pupils constricted, and she hurriedly grabbed Mona's arm and dragged her into her arms, quickly hiding next to a car.

In the next second, a gray car sped by on the road, and several large bottles were thrown directly from the car in this direction.

(End of chapter)