Chapter 123 CIA robbing people failed

  Seeing the four shock bombs in the sky, the corner of Ryder's mouth twitched, and he instantly understood who it was.

   "sonof than eat!"

  Thomas, who was behind the off-road vehicle, cursed loudly, his voice was sharp, and he hurriedly bent down to avoid it.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  Boom!

  Boom!

  Four shock bombs exploded one after another, and the glass of several nearby cars shattered instantly.

  After throwing the shock bomb, Roan, who was fully armed, slid past the front of a car and quickly arrived at Ryder, bending over and asking in a calm voice:

   "Ryder, are you okay?"

"fine."

  Ryder patted his chest, indicating that he was not injured.

   Roan nodded upon seeing this, slowly got up with the Glock 18, and walked to the back of the off-road vehicle in a tactical posture with Ryder one on the left and one on the right.

  As expected by the two, Thomas, who was baptized by four shock bombs, was completely unconscious and collapsed on the ground.

  Roan carefully took the rifle away from Thomas' side, and Ryder took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Thomas's hands behind his back.

   After carefully searching Thomas's pocket and the off-road vehicle next to him, Roan managed to find a driver's license.

   "Demonte Adams."

  Looking at the photo on the driver's license, Roan smacked his lips, and Ryder beside him blinked:

   "It seems that this is Thomas' real name."

"Maybe."

  Roan shrugged, took out his cell phone, and called Mona, asking her to check this guy.

  Just after hanging up the phone, a middle-aged Caucasian man wearing an FBI gray-blue jacket and a Glock pistol on his waist walked over from a distance with a Caucasian youth in the same dress but younger.

   "Hello, my name is Terry, and I am from the Anti-Improvised Explosive Device Department (a department of the FBI, see the preface for details)."

  The middle-aged white man headed by stretched out his hand and shook Roan Ryder, and asked with a smile:

   "Excuse me, is this guy you arrested the murderer who caused the explosion just now?"

  Ryder raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he heard the words, Roan immediately patted his arm, then tilted his head and smiled and replied:

"no."

   "..."

  Terry and his teammates froze when they heard this.

   "Anything else?"

  The smile on Roan’s face is very sunny:

   "If not, we will leave first."

   After finishing speaking, Roan patted Ryder's arm before the two of them could answer, signaling him to take Thomas away from here and walk to the SUV not far away.

   "Wait a minute, guys."

  Roan and Ryder didn't take a few steps, Terry caught up with them, and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop Roan and Ryder, laughing:

"you…"

   Terry stopped talking halfway through, because Roan pulled out his Glock 18.

   Seeing this, the teammates beside Terry subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist.

   "Mr. Terry,"

   Seeing this, Roan narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his hand to signal Ryder to take Thomas back to the SUV first, then smiled and said to Terry:

   "I know what your mission is, and you also know what our mission is.

   But we caught people, and we will only bring them back, OK? "

  From the first moment he saw this Terry, Roan felt uncomfortable.

  In addition, just now Terry only introduced his identity and name, but did not ask Roan and Ryder's identities, Roan immediately judged that the other party knew him.

   Immediately afterwards, when he heard that the target in Terry's words was Thomas, Roan guessed the real identity of the other party after a brief thought:

  The CIA under Madam Heloise.

  As for why the CIA has FBI clothes and equipment...

   Again, the United States has its own national conditions.

   On the surface, federal law stipulates that the CIA is not allowed to operate in the country, but in fact, the CIA has never been less active in the federal territory.

   It’s just that most of these CIAs put on a layer of skin and claim to be from the FBI, DEA, NSA and other departments.

  Seeing that his identity was discovered by Roan, Terry stopped pretending, and his face immediately became serious:

   "Agent Roan, we have to take this guy away."

"impossible."

  Roan licked his lips, the smile on his face was more sunny and harmonious, but his right hand was slowly placed on the safe position of Glog 18:

   "It's still the same sentence, this person was caught by us."

  Hearing Roan's words, the young teammate beside Terry raised his eyebrows slowly, and made a gesture to pull out the pistol at his waist.

   "No."

   Seeing this, Terry stretched out his hand to suppress the movement of his teammates, then fixed his eyes on Roan, and said in a low voice:

   "Are you sure you don't want to hand in someone?"

  Roan didn't answer, just chuckled, and slowly opened the safety of the Glock 18 with his right hand.

  The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Terry nodded sullenly:

   "Good, people are yours."

   After speaking, Terry did not hesitate, and immediately pulled the white youth beside him and turned around and left.

  Looking at the backs of the two, Roan narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly put away the Glock 18. After a moment of contemplation, he chuckled:

   "It seems that the CIA is much more chaotic than the FBI."

   Turning around and returning to the SUV, after learning that Ryder had contacted the ambulance, Roan first took out his mobile phone and called Mona.

  After Mona's investigation, this Demonte Adams had also served in some foreign regions before.

  And several locations where De Monti served overlapped with John King.

  Roan nodded, that's right, there is a high probability that he is another ordinary soldier who was beaten by John Jin.

  After hanging up Mona's phone, Roan called Vernis again.

  The call was quickly connected.

   "Good afternoon, sir."

  Hearing Roan's familiar voice, Vernis, who was in the meeting room of the investigation team No. 5, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

   Casting a glance at Mrs. Heloise, who was standing in the corner of the conference room, with a gloomy face on the phone, Vernis asked coldly:

   "What's the situation at the scene?"

   "The carrier of the explosion is the schoolbag bomb."

  Roan briefly described the words of the bald security guard, saying that John King was killed on the spot, and the child's life or death is unknown. He has now been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

  Hearing the news that John King was killed on the spot, Vernis frowned, and then asked:

   "Have you caught the murderer?"

"not yet."

  Roan said that Jacquele has never shown up, and they still don't know where the other party is hiding.

   "But we caught Thomas, and his real name is Demonty Adams."

   After briefing Vernis on the information Mona investigated, Roan finally concluded:

   "Through Demonti, we should be able to figure out where Jacquele is hiding."

"very good."

  Verinis nodded in satisfaction, and later heard that Mrs. Heloise had sent someone to try to rob her. Vernis immediately showed a touch of disdain, saying that she would deal with this matter later, and hung up the phone.

   On the other side, in the corner of the conference room, after learning that Terry failed to **** Thomas from Roan, Mrs. Heloise's eyes were full of anger, and her face was as ugly as it could be.

   Before Mrs. Heloise could reprimand, Vernis' cold words came from behind her:

   "Mrs. Heloise, now we can talk."

  Looking down at the information in her hand and the case-solving process described by Roan, Vernis licked the corner of her mouth.

  She has now roughly sorted out the background and the whole process of this case, as well as the role played by Mrs. Heloise in it.

  (end of this chapter)