South Los Angeles, a hospital ward.

On the bed in the center of the ward, there was a white man with a lot of bandages on his body, a blue nose, a swollen face, and several missing teeth.

At the bedside, Roan sat in a chair with a smile on his face, Horst of the Supervision Department with his hands folded on his chest and stood against the wall behind Roan, while Winslow and Chenelle stood directly in front of the bed.

Seeing the photo in Luo An's hand, Enestone's face instantly became very ugly.

In several photos, they are all men, all wearing prison uniforms, and their appearance cannot be said to be ugly, but can only be said to have their own characteristics, and they are ten thousand years old at a glance.

When Eneston was in prison before, he had intractable conflicts with these people, but at that time, there was another boss who covered Eneston, and Eneston was able to get out of prison smoothly.

Now that the boss who was covering Eneston has also left the prison, Eneston is indeed athletic, but there are many people in the prison, and Erneston can't be on guard against sneak attacks every minute.

Once back in that prison, the question of how long Eneston would live would be 100 percent a game of bets for the prison guards.

These photos were found out by Mona when she was investigating Eneston's identity information, and Luo Ann didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

Pouring himself a glass of water, Luo An drank it all, and then looked at Eneston with a smile and said:

"Looks like you don't want to die yet."

"Nonsense."

Enestone stared at Roan viciously, as a killer, he doesn't have much of a worldly sense of morality, but his life is definitely the one thing he values the most, there is still hope when he is alive, and there is nothing when he dies.

"These old friends in prison, I believe you must still remember them, and I think they must remember you too."

Luo An threw these photos in his hand onto the hospital bed, then lifted Erlang's legs, leaned back in the chair, and said with a smile:

"Tell me, who is behind the order for you to kill.

Or, you stubbornly keep your mouth shut and don't say anything, and then you go back to this familiar prison and catch up with these old friends and chat. ”

Looking at these photos on his chest, Enes looked at Roan's eyes and burst into flames, gritted his back molars and said:

“…… You're such a good FBI. ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Roan smiled, and Enes killed Lyndon-Osborne and his wife with a universal bomb, disemboweling Lyndon's son.

He had also used bombs to ambush the Special Investigation Team and the SWAT Task Force, and if it weren't for Roan's quick response, no one knows how many people would have died in that operation.

For this kind of vicious guy, Luo An directly removed the idea of talking to him softly about the deal, and directly talked about threats with the facts is the most effective method.

After a long silence, Eneston grabbed the pictures, threw them all to the ground, looked at the ceiling and said:

"I also want to tell you who is behind the order, but I don't know because I haven't met that person at all."

Luo An's expression did not change, and he continued to ask:

"Then tell us what you know."

Erneston says he's a traditional killer who has been making money through traditional middlemen.

Due to a lack of money after being released from prison, Erneston found a middleman he was familiar with and had a good reputation in the industry, and then took the order.

“Good。”

Luo An nodded in satisfaction:

"What's the name of this intermediary?"

"I've always called him Vincent."

Erneston uttered a name, but he didn't know if it was true or not, and he never cared before.

Eneston then provided contact information, the location of each contact, and what the other party looked like.

It didn't take long for Mona, Michelle, and Lacey to arrive, and with the suspect's portrait, Mona quickly found each other:

Sean Hoffman, 39 years old, opened a private detective agency called "Promise to Meet Your Requirements."

He is the only owner of the detective agency and the only employee of the detective agency. ”

"The name comes from...... I felt like he should go to work in an advertising agency. ”

Looking at the information found in Mona's computer, Lacey complained speechlessly, and Luo An waved his hand:

"Winslow, Lacey, Chenelle, you come with me, go to arrest someone!"

"Understood!" x3

Looking at the figure of Luo An and the four of them walking quickly, the eyelids of the Ministry of Supervision Horst, who was standing on the side, trembled, and his lips moved a few times, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, and hurriedly followed.

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A small middle-class villa community in southeast Los Angeles.

The SUV quickly pulled to the side of the road, Roan and Lacey quickly moved to the front door of the villa where Sean Hoffman lived, and Winslow and Chenelle moved to the back door of the villa.

Both sides arrived at the designated position, and after counting to three, Luo An suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the front door of the villa, followed by Winslow and kicked towards the back door of the villa.

Bang –

Bang –

The sound of the door being kicked open sounded one after the other, and Lacey and Chenelle quickly burst into the villa, shouting:

“FBI！”

"Sean Hoffman! Come out! ”

This villa is not big, but it is not small, there are many rooms in each room, and there is a basement, and the four of Luo An shouted while quickly checking each room.

"Ground floor safe!"

"Basement security!"

Lacey shouted:

"There's a discovery on the second floor!"

"What?"

"The target is dead!"

Hearing Lacey's shout, Winslow and Chenelle hurried to the second-floor bedroom.

In the bedroom, a white man wearing a shirt and casual pants with large flowers, who was shot in the center of the forehead, lay on the big bed staring blankly, looking directly at Lacey, Chenelle, and Winslow at the bedroom door.

“Fu-k。”

The three put away their pistols, and Chenelle cursed in a low voice, Winslow walked over to the corpse and looked at it carefully, looked up and said:

"We're a step late, this guy should have been dead for two to three days."

Lacey nodded, turned around and asked:

"Where's Roan?"

"He's in the basement."

Chenelle pulled out her cell phone to call the traces department as she walked down the stairs with Winslow and Lacey.

The three of them walked up the stairs into the basement, where there was a room surrounded by photographs plastered on the walls.

At this time, Luo An was standing at a square desk in the center of the room, and when he saw the light shining on his side, Luo An continued to organize his things, and asked without raising his head:

"What did you find?"

"Sean Hoffman is dead."

Lacey briefly described the situation on the second floor, and then casually ripped off a photo from the wall, looked at the beautiful woman with the camera behind her back in the photo, and frowned slightly:

"Looks like we've found a stalker."

"That's what a private investigator does."

Chenellele and Winslow stepped forward to help sort out the photos on the table, and Roan continued:

"And Sean Hoffman is not an ordinary private detective, these things on the table show that he has handled a lot of divorce cases and confidential clients, and the hush money may make him a lot of money."

A flash of disdain flashed in Lacey's eyes, and she pasted the picture back to the wall, questioning:

"Roan, why don't you feel anything about the news that Sean Hoffman is dead?"

"I've guessed that this is possible."

Before coming to this villa to arrest people, Luo An thought about the murderer's position in another position.

Killing Sean Hoffman and erasing all traces of his own existence is a cost-effective method for the murderer.

Packing up the laptop, a bunch of bugging equipment, and a bunch of audio tapes he had found, Roan handed one to Lacey and explained:

"Our trip wasn't for nothing, and after so many years of being a private investigator and killer broker, Sean Hoffman definitely has his own unique approach to storing information.

There are no signs of rummaging in this villa, which means that this information is most likely still in the room.

If we find and decipher this information, we should be able to know who is behind the order for Sean Hoffman and the killing of the Lyndons. ”

"It sounds like a very difficult and time-consuming job."

Lacey let out a long sigh, and Winslow and Chenelle glanced at each other, both ready to work overtime for the next few days.

Suddenly, Horst of the Supervision Department shouted at the basement door:

"Team Leader Greenwood, there's a call to find you!"

(End of chapter)