Chapter 813 Conspiracy

In the office area of ​​the special investigation team, Lacey sat down on her chair, picked up the coffee cup and drank it all, and let out a long breath:

"I'm really exhausted."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Michelle picked up the coffee pot and refilled Lacey's cup. Roan took a bag of snacks from Chenier's desk and stuffed it into her hand, asking:

"Did you have a smooth journey?"

"This bag of snacks seems to be mine?"

Taking the snacks and looking at the packaging, Lacey rolled her eyes at Chenier, unwrapped the package and ate while saying:

"When I received your call from Roan and rushed to Washington, DC, there was no problem.

Entering Washington, DC, not far from the FBI Washington headquarters, I found a suspicious car following me.

I was about to call you for help, and the car suddenly turned away and gave up tracking. Later, I didn't see the car again until I returned to this building."

Winslow and Chenier frowned and looked at Roan together. Roan An said:

"Mona, Michelle, investigate the surveillance and find out who drove the car."

"Leave it to us."

Mona and Michelle nodded in unison, sat back in their seats and started typing on the computer. Roan was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I'll go to the interrogation room."

Chenelle asked quickly:

"Do you need me to interrogate with you?"

Roan waved his hand without turning his head:

"No, I just want to have a brief chat with Harris.

Chenelle, call Chief Trick Kennedy and ask him to send someone here to pick him up."

Chenelle nodded and took the order, found her cell phone and made a call. Winslow looked around, got up and walked towards the interrogation room:

"I'll go there and wait for Roan to see if he needs any help."

"I'll go with you."

Lacey also got up and followed, and the two walked to the door of the interrogation room. The door of the interrogation room was closed, and no sound came out.

In less than five minutes, the door of the interrogation room was opened from the inside, and Roan walked out expressionlessly.

Winslow and Lacey in the corridor were startled, and Luo An was also startled by the two people squatting at the door:

"What are you doing?"

"Uh..."

Winslow looked embarrassed and turned to look at Lacey. Lacey's mouth twitched and she answered with a stiff face:

"We just came here to see if you need any help."

Luo An rolled his eyes and guessed that the two were worried that he would do something against the rules, so he stepped aside to show the two Harris, the jacket man in the interrogation room, who was normal except for his blue face, and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything to him, I just chatted with him."

Winslow and Lacey looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in their hearts was put down.

The two had the same idea in some aspects. Luo An was the most important person in the special investigation team. Luo An must not be in trouble with anyone else. They really didn't want to see Luo An get into trouble because of the rules.

After closing the door of the interrogation room, Luo An patted the two on the shoulders, turned around and walked towards the office area, and asked loudly as he walked:

"Mona and Michelle, have you found anything?"

"No."

In the office area, Mona frowned, shook her head slowly, and said:

"Michelle and I checked the area that Lacey mentioned.

Unfortunately, the surveillance on the road where Lacey drove was under maintenance, and we found nothing."

"I also checked the license plate that Lacey mentioned."

Michelle added:

"The results show that it is a fake license plate. The car with the real number is in New York. The owners are an elderly couple in their sixties. They and the car have not moved at home today."

"It seems that the other party came prepared today."

Chenelle frowned slightly and walked in from the side office area, then waved his phone at Luo An and said:

"The people sent by Chief Trick will be here soon."

"Good."

Luo An nodded gently, then clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and said loudly:

"Everyone, I have said before that I have contacted Chief Trick Kennedy for the follow-up work of this case and asked him to transfer it to other departments. What happens next has nothing to do with us.

However, there are a lot of people and things involved behind the trial process. As the lead investigators of the case, we may be targeted by some people.

So in the next period of time, don't relax too much, keep in touch at any time, and remember to contact others for help immediately if you feel or find something wrong, understand?"

"Understood!"

"No problem!"

The detectives answered in unison, and Luo An nodded with satisfaction.

Mona pointed at the computer and asked:

"Then shall we continue investigating this guy who followed Lacey?"

"No need."

Roan looked back at the interrogation room and smiled:

"I'll take care of the rest."

Investigating and handling the [Trial Process Church Case], the special investigation team has been traveling everywhere and working for several days in a row. There is very little rest time, and everyone is very tired.

After the people sent by Trick Kennedy took Harris, the jacket man, away, Roan made a few simple arrangements and gave everyone a holiday, allowing them to return to their homes and have a good rest.

Roan himself drove Mona back to the villa, drank a bottle of [Physical Strength Potion] to cheer up, and drove to New York.

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Mullaly Roberts, who just turned 70 this year, is a well-known Jewish professor at the George Washington University School of Business. He has trained many well-known people in society and is respected.

"Good afternoon, Professor Roberts."

"Hello, Professor Roberts."

"..."

At 6:30 p.m., Murali Roberts walked out of the luxurious teachers' office building wearing his usual suit.

The students he met on the road greeted him with respect and smiles. Professor Murarry Roberts also smiled and nodded to these students as he walked.

Slowly walking into the parking lot inside the campus, Murali Roberts opened the car door and got into a car that looked a little old and had a style that was from the last century.

The car is a Mustang-boss-429, which was only produced in 1969 and 1970. Each one is very rare.

Putting his handbag in the passenger seat, Murali-Roberts fastened his seat belt, pondered for a few seconds, took out his cell phone, found a phone number and dialed it.

The call was quickly answered, and Murali Roberts said:

"Good afternoon, old man."

"Not good at all, Roberts."

An equally old voice sounded on the phone, saying in a rather dissatisfied tone:

"I told you before that Roan Greenwood is extraordinary and a very good talent.

This kind of talent is more suitable to win over and let him work for us, rather than deliberately targeting him! "

The voice on the phone sounded like a scolding, and Murarry Roberts was not angry and said with a slight smile:

"What you said makes sense, that's why I called you, isn't it?"

The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and asked:

"What's the meaning?"

"Old game, good cop bad cop. (Old game, good cop and bad cop)"

Murarry Roberts smiled lightly and said:

“The bad cop role, I’ve done that, and that little guy from the Kennedy family took the game prize from me today.

Next, it's your turn to be a good police officer. "

"Roberts, have you made your brain stupid by teaching every day?"

Everyone on the other end of the phone laughed angrily and said coldly:

"You just sent someone here to attack Roan Greenwood not long ago, and he found out. Do you think he will join us?"

"It is precisely because I sent people to attack him that he joined us."

Murarry Roberts calmly explained:

"The fact that the little guys from the Kennedy family came to negotiate with me means that they don't plan to get too entangled in this matter and are ready to focus more on future matters.

But Roan Greenwood is a young man, and the characteristic of young people is that they are easily swayed by emotions. It is impossible for him to swallow this breath. Even if he swallows it forcefully, he will still have a grudge against Maximilian and the others.

The people I sent showed our ubiquitous strength to Roan Greenwood from the side. You "good police" came forward to punish me, the "bad police", and then promised Roan Greenwood some benefits. , what choice do you think he will make? "

After a long silence, the other end of the phone said:

"Roan Greenwood is a smart guy."

Murarry Roberts chuckled:

"Smart people think more and are greedy."