"How can there be one more?"

At the intersection of a certain highway in New York, not long after the team left the manor, he got off the bus halfway, and Lacey and Chenelle, who had changed into outfits, got into a van according to the instructions.

The two were surprised to find that in addition to Roan, Mona, and the target Francisco, there was actually a white man sleeping in the car.

"This guy is a truck driver."

When everyone arrived, Luo Ann immediately drove away, and Mona briefly recounted the accident and the identity of the truck driver.

Lacey and Chenelle frowned, and Lacey asked first:

"Where did you get this car?"

"Ask a passer-by to borrow it."

Luo An smiled, when he drove the ambulance away before, he already had the idea of changing cars halfway.

The ambulance target is too conspicuous, and there is also monitoring and positioning inside, which is easy to detect and find.

As for whether the owner of the van will not expose the matter, Luo An is not worried, because the car has been parked on the side of the road for a long time, covered with dust, and has not been driven for a long time.

Now that he was driven away by Luo An, the owner should not mind.

The van drove forward at a high speed, and Cheniele looked at Francisco, her face was very serious, and asked:

"What exactly do you have in your hands?

Not only did the Secret Service come forward, but it also caused the Secret Service to send a truck driver to hit our team leader in an attempt to stop his arrest?! ”

"You're wrong about something, Chenelle."

Without waiting for Francisco to answer, Roan first shook his head and said:

"That truck driver, most likely not sent by the Secret Service, but someone else's hand."

After a brief encounter, Roan speculated that the Secret Service's goal was to take away or cover up the case.

Sending a truck driver to hit Roan is not only not like the work of the Secret Service, but it is also unnecessary, because it will only make things bigger.

Chenelle's brows furrowed slightly, and Lacey looked at the truck driver who was still asleep behind her, and complained:

"Has this guy not slept in months? You have been carried by Roan and Mona for so long and you haven't woken up? ”

Luo An, who had secretly poured the trucker's bottle of [Sleep Elixir] before while people were not paying attention, jumped and changed the topic:

"The truck driver thing doesn't matter, the main question right now is Francisco, what exactly do you have in your hands.

Books? Video footage of certain people? Or something else? ”

Roan's question was raised, and several people in the car immediately turned their attention to Francisco, who was sitting next to him with a bandage around his head.

Francisco was silent for a moment, and asked tentatively:

"Team Leader Luoan, I'm willing to pay $5 million and hand over all those things to you, how about you let me go?"

"There's no need to say that."

Luo An smiled, a flash of disdain flashed in Mona and Chenelle's eyes, and Lacey was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, and asked directly:

"What the hell is it?"

Francisco was silent for a long time, sighed, and uttered a few words.

Luo An's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this, and Mona, Lacey, and Chenelle instantly widened their eyes with shocked faces.

————

At the same time, the FBI headquarters in Washington.

Instead of staying in his office, as he had done before, Mr. Clement was sitting in a larger office than his own, facing an older white man who was somewhat balding.

The bald white man had a serious face, reached out and knocked on the table, and said in a condensed voice:

"The Secret Service just called me and said that our FBI took the first step to arrest the suspect, what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Director, I don't know what's going on."

Mr. Clement's expression was calm, he looked at the FBI director in front of him, and said unhurriedly:

"You know, not long after I came back, I received an order from the director, and I also issued a notice according to your request.

I didn't ask about the rest of the matter. ”

The man sitting across from Mr. Clement, behind the large desk, was none other than the FBI director, Robert.

Director Robert glanced at Mr. Clement, and then said:

"You go back and figure this out as soon as possible."

“OK。”

Mr. Clement nodded, got up and walked out of the Commissioner's office, the door closed, and Director Robert leaned back, closed his eyes and began to rub his temples.

The previous president's eight-year term is coming to an end, and the federal government is about to start a new presidential election.

The F.B.I. is nominally a neutral law enforcement agency, a tool for upholding federal law, and has nothing to do with politics.

But the so-called separation of powers in the federation is actually not separated at all.

As the president's appointed FBI director, Robert was also unable to shake off the problem of stance.

Director Robert sat in his office frowning and pondering, and after Mr. Clement walked out of the room, he was just about to ask the secretary who was waiting in the corridor to contact Vereneth when the phone in the secretary's hand rang.

Mr. Clement's brows moved slightly, he took the phone and pressed the answer button, and Roan's voice immediately rang on the phone:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clement."

"Good afternoon, Roan."

Mr. Clement replied casually, briefly recounting the question that Director Robert had just asked himself, and then asked:

"Is the suspect in that serial murder case in the hands of your 13th Investigation Team now?"

"That's right."

As he drove, Luo An said:

"We succeeded in arresting each other."

Mr. Clement frowned slightly when he heard this, and was about to repeat the order he had given to Vereneth to start tomorrow, but Roan said first:

"In addition, according to our interrogation, there is something to do with Mike behind this case."

"Mike?"

Mr. Clement was slightly stunned, but quickly thought of something, and asked in a deep voice:

"Which Mike?"

Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied:

"It's the Mike you think you're talking about, Mr. Clement."

There were no less than hundreds of thousands of men in the Federation calling Mike, but hearing Roan's words, Mr. Clement's breathing suddenly became slightly short.

At this moment, Vereneth suddenly walked out of the corner of the corridor in the distance, quickly walked up to Mr. Clement, handed him a folder with a blank face, and said:

"Sir, urgent documents."

Mr. Clement's expression moved slightly, took the folder and looked at it a few times, then quickly picked up his phone and asked:

"Ann, can you be sure that the news is 100% correct?"

"I can't be sure."

Hearing the other party's question, Luo An immediately gave a negative answer.

Mr. Clement's face froze, Vereneth frowned slightly when she saw this, and was about to say something, when Roan, who was driving, looked in the rearview mirror, and then added:

"But the Secret Service guys are chasing us right now, and I trust their judgment better."

When Mr. Clement heard this, he no longer hesitated, and immediately said:

"I'll send someone to pick you up right away."

“OK。”

The phone hung up, and Mr. Clement was just about to give an order to Verenis, who said first:

"I've already sent someone to pick up Team Leader Luo An."

Mr. Clement glanced at Verenis in a little surprise, nodded without saying anything, turned around and led the secretary to the director's office again.

Knocking on the door and entering, Director Robert's face was slightly gloomy:

"Figured it out so quickly? What's going on? ”

Mr. Clement stepped forward, placed the folder on the director's desk, and said:

"The Secret Service isn't telling the truth, and this matter actually has something to do with Speaker of Congress Mike Monroe."

“What？”

Hearing the word Speaker of Congress, Director Robert was very surprised, and quickly picked up the folder and read it carefully.

At the same time, on the other side of the highway from New York to Washington, D.C., a van was speeding in front and four SUVs were closely following behind, forming a beautiful scenery.

(End of chapter)