A luxury villa, study.

It is a very rude thing for the door of the study to be pushed open without the permission of the owner.

But Trick Kennedy seemed to have gotten used to it, and the moment the door was pushed open, his first reaction was not to get angry, but to quickly extinguish the cigar in his hand.

The white man who entered the room was dressed in a black slightly striped suit, with half-black, half-white hair, and a large back, and was about fifty years old.

Seeing the smoky study and Trick Kennedy busy extinguishing the cigar, the old white man snorted coldly, and then stretched out his hand to Roan with a serious face:

"You're Roan, I'm Trick's father."

A gleam flashed in Luo An's eyes, and he got up and reached out to shake the other party.

Before being invited to this villa tonight, Roan had asked Mona to briefly check the family ties of Trick Kennedy, so he knew a little about Trick Kennedy's father.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr., nephew of former U.S. President John F. Kennedy, a fourth-generation politician in the Kennedy family.

"Hello, Mr. Kennedy."

Luo An smiled, neither humble nor arrogant, and said a few simple greetings to the other party:

"Nice to meet you."

"You may be seated."

Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s face has always been very serious, and he waved his hand to signal Roan to sit on the sofa with him, and did not take advantage of Trik Kennedy, and said:

"I heard about Team Leader Luo An's experience in solving the case, and it was very powerful. Among the young people I know, it is very rare to be as good as Ling. ”

"Thank you."

Luo An was not modest, and directly according to the federal tradition, he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s eyes flashed with approval, and after a few casual conversations, he shifted the topic to the federal parties:

"What do you think about the Republican Party and the Democratic Party?"

"One is an arms dealer and the other is a tobacco dealer."

Roan said a fedger's mocking term for both parties, spread his hands, and said:

"I work for the FBI, which is loyal to the federal government and has no partisan position."

Roan had always had little interest in the various parties in the Federation, and it just so happened that the FBI also had such a rule, so he took the opportunity to answer the other party's questions.

“Good。”

Hearing Roan's answer, Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s face flashed with a strange color but quickly disappeared, and then chatted with Roan about other questions.

The observant Luo An saw the moment when the other party's expression changed, but his expression remained unchanged as if nothing had happened, and he continued to discuss various topics of the Federation with the other party.

After chatting for a while, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. said that he still had something to do, got up and shook hands with Roan again, walked aside with Trick Kennedy and whispered a few words, and left the study.

Trick Kennedy, who was sitting next to him and barely spoke much, stood by the window of the study to make sure that his father had really left in the car, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, regained the smile on his face, and laughed at himself:

"My father looks scary, doesn't he?"

Luo An smiled and didn't answer, picked up the lighter and cigar on the table, and asked:

"Continue?"

"Of course!"

Trick Kennedy took the cigar handed by Roan, then took out a bottle of wine from behind the bookcase next to him, and said with a smile:

"Plus a bottle of rum this time!"

After taking the goblet and taking a sip of strong rum, the spicy and stimulating taste permeated his lips and teeth, and Luo An's eyes suddenly lit up.

Trick took a sip of wine and a cigar, let out a few long breaths, and relaxed a lot.

"Where did we talk before? By the way, it's a matter of compilation. ”

The air in the study was quiet for a moment, and Trick patted his head and said:

"The group of guys with cat in their heads have decided to cancel the establishment of ten special investigation teams and let them return to their original numbered investigation teams."

The expression on Juan's face didn't change in the slightest, and he even picked up the wine glass and touched it with Trick.

Clashing his glass with Juan, Trick's eyebrows raised:

"You don't seem worried?"

"I'm sure tonight's dinner invitation is certainly not a bad news conference."

Luo An took a sip of the rum in the glass and said with a smile:

"Isn't it?"

"Hahaha......"

Trick laughed, drank the rum from his glass, and said:

"At the FBI's Washington headquarters, under the Crime, Cyber, Response, and Services Division, there are twelve numbered investigative teams.

The day before yesterday, the department had set up a new investigation team No. 13, and the head of the team had been decided, and the name on the document was Roan Greenwood, who would take up his post in two months. ”

The corners of Luo An's mouth raised:

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me."

Trick waved his hand and explained:

"I'm just the deputy head of the Office of Internal Threats, and I don't have the authority to establish Investigation Team 13."

Luo An nodded clearly, indicating that this investigation team was promoted by Mr. Clement, and it seemed that he would need to go to Mr. Clement's office several more times to turn around.

"One more thing."

Trick took a few sips of wine, suddenly reached out and patted Roan on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Luo An, the investigation fee you reported before is too small."

Luo An thought about it carefully, and then realized that the other party was talking about the [Minister Alexander's death case], and the headquarters would reimburse the investigation costs he reported after the case was over.

Out of an abundance of caution, Roan did nothing to fill the fee, which even then exceeded $80,000.

"It's too low!"

Trick waved his hand repeatedly:

"The other 12 investigation teams spend no less than $200,000 every time they go out to investigate a case! Some even run as high as a million dollars!

You led the special investigation team this time, and you took such pains to find out the [Minister Alexander case], but the expenses were only so little, you must have underreported a lot of accounts! ”

“……”

Luo An's hand holding the wine glass trembled, his eyelids twitched, and he was silent for a long time and didn't know what to say.

The meaning of Trick's words is not difficult to understand, and Luo An only reported such a small amount of expenses, which would definitely attract the attention and dissatisfaction of the other twelve investigation teams, as well as his superiors:

Everyone takes it, but you don't take it, what do you mean?

Thinking of the well-known "revolving door of politics and business" in the Federation, Luo Anxin secretly sighed:

It is worthy of a capitalist country, or is it the headquarters that these people make money legally.

Trick reached out and patted Roan on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"You're probably about $300,000 less than you reported, and like the other investigation teams, Mr. Clement and I have already made it up for you."

Luo An was silent for a few seconds and didn't say much, picked up the wine glass and touched it with Trick, and asked:

"I'm transferred to the headquarters, who is the superior?"

"The Minister of Crime, Cyber, Correspondence and Services, named Stixi, is 48 years old. You don't have to worry. ”

Trick took a deep breath of his cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said:

"From the FBI New York Branch, the team leader of the same department, Verenis, will be transferred to the headquarters in half a month because of her rich work experience.

She was appointed assistant to Chief Stesell, and was responsible for the handover of Investigation Teams 12 and 13. ”

Nominally, Luo An is still only the leader of the investigation team, and his rank is still that of a special agent, and his position has not been improved, and the content of his work has not changed, and he is still investigating and handling cases.

However, the head of the investigation team at headquarters is certainly different from the head of the investigation team at the branch.

The FBI's local branches, under the Crime, Cyber, Response and Services Department, have set up a number of departments, such as the Criminal Investigation Department, the Major Incident Response Team, the Network Department, the International Business Department, and the Victim Services Department, depending on the type of work.

But at the FBI's headquarters in Washington, under the Crime, Cyber, Counterproduct, and Services Division, there are only a dozen...... Thirteen investigative teams, without those departments.

Moreover, the scope of these investigation teams has also expanded from cities and states to Washington, D.C., and the entire Federation!

A gleam flashed in Luo An's eyes, suppressed all kinds of thoughts in his heart, and then asked:

"Sir, what will happen to the case-handling expenses that were originally handled by the special investigation team itself after they are transferred to the headquarters?"

(End of chapter)