On Sunday, at half past five in the afternoon, Roan was staying in a rented apartment.

The voice on the phone Luo An is very familiar, it is the second investigation team leader who has dealt with the [First Lady Bomb Case] with him before, Team Leader Owen (Chapter 225)

When he first came to Los Angeles, Luo An and Team Leader Owen also greeted each other, and when dealing with the [Eight Teen Corpses Case], Team Leader Owen also provided a lot of help to Luo An.

Having worked together not long ago, Team Leader Owen has a very friendly attitude towards Roan, and has invited Roan to his house for dinner many times.

So hearing the gunshots on the phone and Team Leader Owen asking for help from him, Luo An did not hesitate at all, immediately sat up from the sofa, and ran out of the apartment quickly:

"Where are you? I'll call for support for you right now! ”

Bang!

Before Team Leader Owen could answer his question, a gunshot rang out from across the phone, followed by the sound of the phone falling to the ground and someone falling to the ground.

“Fu-k！”

Luo An's face changed, and he slapped the SUV hard, but the scolding voice was very low, because the phone had not been hung up, and he might be able to hear the movement from the murderer.

The SUV was unusually quiet, and Luo An looked solemn and listened carefully to the voice on the other end of the phone.

There was a rustle of footsteps, then the sound of groping for a corpse, and then the phone was picked up, paused for a few seconds, and hung up.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, a cold light flashed in Luo An's eyes.

There was only one person on the phone, but the gunshots in front of him were not something that could be fired by one person.

Coupled with the pause for a few seconds after the phone was picked up, Luo An guessed that the person who picked up the phone should have asked his teammates what to do, and judged that there were at least two people who killed Team Leader Owen.

Driving the SUV speeding forward on the road, Roan looked at the traffic in front of him and thought for a moment, his eyes flashed, turned the page of his mobile phone, and called the team supervisor Potant-Byrne first.

The call was quickly connected:

"This is Portant-Byrne."

"Sir, it's me, Roan."

Luo An said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid that the leader of Investigation Team 2 Owen has been killed."

"What do you say? Are you sure? ”

Potant-Byrne was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly asked:

"When? Where is it? ”

"Team Leader Owen just called me, and a gunshot rang on the other end of the line."

Luo An briefly described the situation just now, and said in a deep voice:

"The time is just now, and the location is not known yet."

"Son of Eat!"

Potant-Byrne was extremely angry and said directly:

"I'll contact LAPD now, and I'll definitely find Team Leader Owen in the shortest possible time!"

The voice fell, and without waiting for Roan to answer, Portant-Byrne hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Luo An licked his lips and didn't know what he was thinking, and he called Mona after a half-mutter.

Mona went shopping on the streets of Los Angeles with Lacey this afternoon and hasn't come back yet.

"It's me, Mona."

The phone was quickly picked up, and Mona, who had bought a lot of the latest clothes, asked with a smile:

"What's wrong? Ann, do you want me to bring you something to eat when I go back? ”

"I'm sorry, Mona, but there was an emergency."

Luo An twisted the steering wheel to overtake a few cars, and said in a deep voice:

"There is a high probability that Team Leader Owen of Investigation Team No. 2 was killed just now, you and Lacey hurry back to the Special Investigation Team and find a way to secretly get a copy of Team Leader Owen's recent work."

“What？”

Mona's pupils shrank when she heard this, and her face was full of shock, but she immediately agreed:

"No problem, let's go back."

"By the way, remember to call Michelle with us."

Luo An's eyebrows twitched, and he added:

"She might be able to help you with something."

“OK。”

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At six o'clock in the afternoon, a pier southwest of Los Angeles.

Luo An was not the first to arrive at the scene, and when he drove here, a cordon had already been set up at the scene, and nearly ten LAPD patrol officers were here to control the scene.

Pulling out the FBI's gold badge to show his identity, Luo An lifted the cordon and walked inside, and began to observe the crime scene.

A silver Camry was parked next to the container, and this car, which Roan knew, was Team Leader Owen's personal car.

Team Leader Owen was lying outside the driver's door, the co-pilot door was opened, and Luo An walked to his side and found that Team Leader Owen had been shot in the right temple, and the picture was terrible.

"Hello, I'm Sheriff James."

Luo An bent down, ready to check on the rest of the scene, when a bearded middle-aged white man suddenly walked over.

Seeing the other party's outstretched hand, Luo An stopped his movements and stretched out his hand to shake the other party:

"Roanne Greenwood."

"I know you, the deputy head of the FBI's Special Investigations Unit."

After Sheriff James shook hands with Roan, he said directly:

"The Director of the LAPD just called me and asked us to cooperate with you."

The head of the FBI's investigation team was killed, which was a big case that had not occurred in Los Angeles for a long time, and Sheriff James really couldn't figure out who was so bold.

"Thank you."

Luo An didn't talk nonsense when he heard this, and asked directly:

"Have you visited the neighborhood?"

"One of the security guards at the dock heard the gunshots."

Sergeant James took a deep breath, turned around and led Roan to the short distance, and said:

"But the Director asked us to cooperate with you, so we suspended the inquiry."

Luo An glanced at Sergeant James and didn't say anything, walked over to the dock security, and asked:

"Can you tell me what you saw?"

The dock security guard was a very thin white man, who looked to be in his fifties, with a gun pinned to his waist.

Hearing Roan's question, he replied:

"I was patrolling on the other side of the dock, and I ran here when the shots rang out, but I didn't see anyone."

Luo An frowned slightly, and continued to ask:

"What about the docks?"

"It's been broken for half a year."

Security pouts:

"There are homeless people in the neighborhood who come here to steal things, and they always break the surveillance.

After it broke down a dozen times, the Los Angeles government didn't send people to fix it, and I was the only one to patrol at night.

I did the work of four people by myself, but they didn't give me a raise......"

Luo An continued to ask security a few questions, but without any useful clues, he temporarily let him leave.

At this time, the agents of the trace inspection department and the agents of the No. 2 investigation team all arrived at the scene, and Luo An shook hands with the agents led by Luo An and handed over the scene to them.

The faces of all the detectives in the No. 2 investigation team were very ugly, and several female detectives all covered their mouths and shed tears.

At this moment, Luo An's mobile phone suddenly rang, and he took out his mobile phone and saw that the person who called him was Lacey.

"It's me, Ann, have you found any clues?"

"Mona just got in touch with Team Leader Owen's wife."

Lacey on the other end of the line said:

"I've sent an agent to look for her, she'll be in our office in twenty minutes, would you like to come back and ask her some questions?"

"OK, I'll go back."

The trace inspection department is in charge of the scene, and Luo An has nothing to do here, so it is better to go back to the office area directly.

Fifteen minutes later, Roan returned to the Special Investigations team's office.

Mona, Lacey, and Michelle are busy sitting in front of their computers.

"You're back just in time, Roan."

Seeing Luo An push the door and walk into the office area, Mona immediately raised her hand to greet him:

"I've noticed a little bit here."

(End of chapter)