Federal Political Center, Washington, Sunday.

Before going here, Ann had called Vereneth, and while exchanging feelings with her, he also asked what the criteria for judging this time were.

Verenis didn't elaborate, but she said she happened to need to leave New York on Monday to report to Washington, D.C., and meet again.

"So, Vereneth asked to meet with you?"

After getting off the plane, Luo Ann and the others walked out of Washington Dulles International Airport, stopped a taxi and went to the hotel booked in advance.

"It won't be a problem, will it?"

"It's just an interview assessment, what problems can arise?"

Luo An stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Mona's slender waist and smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed to the scenery outside the car window, and said calmly:

"Don't think about those things, you better think about where we'll go shopping and eating after we're done tidying up at the hotel."

"You're right."

Seeing that Luo An, the person concerned, did not panic at all, Mona also let go of her hanging heart and began to carefully consider the well-known landmark buildings in Washington, D.C.

Monuments, the National Mall, museums, and cultural venues such as the National Theater, Convention Center, and the National Portrait Gallery are all popular places for visitors to Washington.

The taxi arrived at the hotel, paid and got off, Luo An and Mona didn't take any luggage, the hotel waiter came over to take a look, and retreated silently.

Mona was about to walk into the wine list with her satchel on her back, but found Luo An standing still, still staring at the slowly departing taxi.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Mona hurriedly walked to Luo An's side, and carefully recalled the driver in the taxi just now, she hadn't paid much attention to the other party just now.

"It's fine, just a little surprised that we were so lucky to meet a taciturn taxi driver."

In the Federation, there are not many taciturn taxi drivers, let alone taxi drivers in the vicinity of scenic spots.

Roan smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked into the hotel with Mona in his arms.

Judging from the calluses on the taxi driver's hands and body movements, Luo An could see that the other party was not an ordinary person.

At first, he thought that the other party was coming at him and Mona, but the "emotional perception" in his mind found that the driver had no wrong emotions towards him, and there were no abnormal movements along the way, so he sent them to the designated place and left directly.

There are a lot of veterans in the Federation over the years, and there is really no way, and it is also a good choice to come out and run a taxi to make money, maybe this is the case with this driver.

Since the other party is not coming for him, Luo An, who is too lazy to meddle in things, will naturally not target the other party.

After borrowing a phone in the hotel lobby, contacting law enforcement in Washington, and briefly explaining the taxi driver's situation, Roan and Mona walked to the hotel elevator with a smile.

Taxi driver from afar: "......"

Luo An and Mona's room is on the eleventh floor of the hotel, and the two of them are now colleagues on the surface, in order to prevent someone from looking for something about this, surface work still needs to be done, so this room is a suite.

The price of the suite is a little expensive, but it is only two days, and for Luo An, who has a small net worth, it is not so distressing for him.

After entering the room to rest for a while, and simply packing up their belongings, Roan and Mona left the hotel to explore various attractions in Washington.

Roan's own art is almost equal to none, and the history of the Federation is too short for him to understand too deeply.

Mona is similar to him, and the various cultural landscapes are far less interesting to her than the mechanical and electronic networks.

So the two simply visited a few scenic spots, and then went to a well-known restaurant in Washington to enjoy the food together.

In the evening, the two returned to the hotel suite, rested for a while, and it was late at night.

While Mona was asleep, Roan was feeling a little hungry and headed to the hotel's 24-hour cafeteria to get ready for a late-night snack.

"Deputy Greenwood?"

Just as Roan was sitting on a chair in the dining room with a knife and fork, wrestling with a large steak on a plate, an unfamiliar man's voice came from behind.

Stopping what he was doing and turning around, Luo An found that the person who came was a middle-aged white man with short brown hair, glasses, more than 1.9 meters tall but not much muscles, and the whole person looked like a middle-aged white man who was a scholar.

Roan had previously asked Vereneth for other Special Investigations, so he quickly recognized the identity of the comer:

Ethan Patel, head of the special investigations team at the FBI's Chicago division, is 36 years old.

Chicago is well known throughout the Federation, and as the head of the city's special investigation team, Eisen-Patel looks like a scholar, but he has handled many cases and dealt with many ruthless people.

"Hello, Team Leader Patel."

Seeing that the other party stretched out his hand to him with a smile, Luo An naturally stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect to be so coincidental that we actually stayed in the same hotel."

"It's not just us, it's everyone else."

After shaking hands, Essen-Patel sat down opposite Luo Ann with a glass of wine and said with a smile:

"In addition to me, Team Philip from Houston and Team Wilson from Philadelphia also live here, and we talked together this afternoon."

"Wow, it looks like I missed a nice party, it's a shame."

Luo An quickly finished the steak on the table, picked up the wine glass and touched it with the other party, laughing and talking.

Essen-Patel spoke unhurriedly, in a kind tone, more like a scholar.

Luo An wasn't sure what the other party's purpose was now, and it was not appropriate to leave directly, so he talked nonsense about the other party.

Seeing that Luo An was talking about the topic farther and farther, from the steak on the table to the annual forest fires of the federal neighbors, Essen-Patel, who looked at his watch and found that the time was already in the early hours of the morning, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his wine glass and touched Luo An, and finally opened his mouth to lead the chat to the main topic:

"Deputy Leader Greenwood, I wonder what you think of our ten special investigation teams?"

"Special Investigation Team?"

Hearing Essen-Patel's question, Luo An's head moved slightly, and instead of answering, he asked rhetorically:

"I wonder what Team Leader Patel thinks of the Special Investigation Team?"

Essen-Patel smiled slightly, but did not answer:

"Deputy Team Leader Greenwood, here's my question for you."

"I see."

Luo An patted his head with a sudden realization, and then replied with a smile:

"I have the same opinion of the Special Investigation Team as you do about the Special Investigation Team, Captain Patel."

“……”

Hearing Roan's answer, Essen-Patel couldn't cry or laugh, and said secretly in his heart:

"It seems that the information found is correct, Roanne Greenwood is really a cautious and cunning little fox, no wonder he can take charge of a special investigation team at such a young age."

For Eisen-Patel's dissatisfaction, Roan still has a smile on his face, he doesn't know what Essen-Patel thinks and what he wants to do.

In this case, it is natural that you cannot reveal your own judgment, and who knows whether the other party's position will be friend or foe after saying it.

Seeing that he didn't come up with something, Roan would definitely continue to pretend to be stupid, and Ethan Patel was no longer a riddler, and directly whispered a message:

"Deputy Head Greenwood, it is said that one of the reasons why the Washington headquarters summoned us here this time is to see if there is a need for our special investigation team."

Roan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and he finally understood what Essen-Patel meant.

(End of chapter)