Chapter 200 Another case of arson

  In the alley.

  Feeling the severe pain in his chest, and seeing the blood he spit out just now, the eyes of the middle-aged white man were full of anger.

  He took out a pistol from behind his buttocks, opened his mouth to curse, and prepared to attack Roan.

   "Son of..."

   Before the middle-aged white man finished speaking, Roan moved in front of him with cold eyes.

Snapped!

  Easily grabbed the opponent's wrist holding the pistol, and Roan twisted it hard.

   Click!

"ah-"

  The sound of bones breaking was crisp and sweet, and the pupils of the middle-aged white man shrank suddenly, and he screamed and wailed loudly in an instant.

  Roan grinned and said coldly:

   "It was a Molotov cocktail just now, and now it's a pistol. You have a lot of weapons."

   "Fu-kYou!"

  Because of the severe pain caused by the fracture, the forehead of the middle-aged white man was covered with beads of sweat, but he still did not forget to curse, and raised his own questions:

   "Damn FBI! How did you get through that flame?"

  Luo An frowned. Of course, it was the fire-resistant potion from the system treasure chest.

   But he didn't need to answer the other party's question, because at this moment, the other hand of the middle-aged white man quickly reached for another mini pistol that he had been hiding all the time, preparing to use it to continue attacking Roan.

   Roan, who saw the opponent's movements clearly, narrowed his eyes slightly, first grasped the opponent's wrist firmly, and using the opponent's hand, threw the pistol to the ground behind the middle-aged white man.

   Immediately afterwards, Roan stepped back slightly, and directly kicked the middle-aged white man with a whip.

  Boom—

  The middle-aged white man only felt Roan's figure flash, and he was hit hard in the abdomen, and his body hunched like a lobster and hit the wall just now.

boom!

  The next second, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet hole appeared in the center of the forehead of the middle-aged white man, and his body limp and fell to the ground.

On the plate armor vest on his chest, the three big letters of the FBI were written brightly. Under such circumstances, the middle-aged white man was still preparing to send Luo An to heaven again and again. There was no way, Luo An had to send the other party to **** first. up.

  Didididi—

   Just as Roan was carefully checking the wallet in the opponent's pocket, Mona drove an SUV to the road outside the end of the alley, got out of the car quickly with a pistol and walked towards Roan, her eyes were full of tension and worry:

   "Are you okay, Roan!"

   "I'm fine."

  Roan waved his hand, indicating that he was unharmed, then handed the wallet he found from the corpse pocket to Mona, and said with a smile:

   "There's this guy's photo, credit card, and driver's license in there. Go search for his ID."

"no problem."

   After taking the wallet and seeing that there was no injury on Roan's body, Mona breathed a sigh of relief. After agreeing to Roan's request, she slapped his arm hard, with a serious face:

   "Roan, every time you chase the enemy by yourself, it's too dangerous! You must not do this next time!"

  Roan chuckled:

   "Okay, not next time."

   "..."

  Glaring Roan a hard look, Mona took out her mobile phone and called the detective to come here to dispose of the corpse.

   and other professional agents arrived here, and Roan and Mona immediately drove the SUV back to the Jacobs Federal Building.

  —

  In the interrogation room, the white young man in the co-pilot of the gray car sat on a chair, looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, and kept looking around, with panic written on his face.

  "The middle-aged white man is named Holland. He has been imprisoned for multiple crimes including illegal possession of multiple weapons, intentional wounding, and illegal possession of reading materials. He is now on parole.

   The guy in front of him is Kermit, and he is still a college student. "

  In the monitoring room, Mona showed the other party's personal information to Roan and Lacey, and said:

   "The experience of growing up shows that Kermit is a good boy and has no criminal record."

   "There is now, and it starts with a felony assault on an FBI agent."

  Seeing the records in the computer data, the corner of Luo An's mouth slightly raised.

  Because it shows that Kermit is timid.

  After Lacey prepared the notebook, Roan put away the smile on his face, took a deep breath, and directly kicked open the door of the interrogation room.

boom!

  The sudden loud noise made Kermit tremble all over, his face full of panic. If his hands were not handcuffed, he almost jumped out of the chair.

   "Kermit Sheffield!"

   Seeing the other party's performance, Roan pretended to be angry, and said loudly:

   "Are you crazy? Throwing Molotov cocktails at the FBI? And then trying to drive over us?!"

   "NONONO..."

   Seeing the cold light in Roan's eyes, Kermit turned pale, waved his hands again and again, and explained in a very eager tone:

   "Our target is not your FBI, but that newspaper office!

   And I didn't throw Molotov cocktails either! It was all thrown by Holland!

   It wasn't me who was driving, it was Bob, he was the one who wanted to hit you and run away! "

  Kermit was startled by Roan, and immediately explained everything.

   Lacey, who was sitting on the chair, recorded what the other party said, and at the same time gave Roan a thumbs up in a place that Kermit could not see.

  Roan raised his eyebrows with his back to Kermit, and then continued to speak loudly:

   "Why? Why are you throwing Molotov cocktails at that newspaper office? Do you hate newspapers?"

   "No, I don't hate the newspaper itself."

   Swallowing, Kermit replied:

   "I just hate the slogan of their organization, and their behavior.

  Newspapers were supposed to be a neutral object to express their own opinions, but they were changed by those self-proclaimed elites into a tool for wantonly insulting and insulting others. "

   Abusing others wantonly?

  Roan's eyes flashed a light, and he thought of something in his mind, and asked:

   "So you hurt them with Molotov cocktails? Why?"

   "Just to scare them, I don't want to hurt them."

   Kermit replied:

   "The reason is, of course, that group of people killed Congressman Emmanuel Bain!"

   Their political organization supports white supremacy.

  Roan nodded calmly, which was the same as his guess just now, and continued to ask:

   "Do you think that arson case is related to that newspaper office? Is there any evidence?"

   "I'm actually not sure about that either, that's what Holland and Bob told me."

  Kermit shook his head, saying that he had just joined the political organization where the two of them belonged not long ago, and he didn't know the specific situation inside, and then added:

   "However, when I first joined this organization, the base was set on fire with Molotov cocktails, and we had to move to a new location.

  Someone in that newspaper once claimed responsibility for it, so it is very likely that Emanuel Bain was also killed by someone in this newspaper. "

   "The base of your organization was burned?"

   Lacey, who was writing with her head down, frowned, and Roan continued to ask questions:

   "Have you called the police?"

  Kermit shook his head:

   "Because no one was injured, no police were called, only the New York Fire Department was contacted."

   "This will also make it easier for you to take revenge afterwards."

  Roan nodded, and instantly guessed the thoughts of the leader of this political organization.

  Ask Kermit the address of the fire-damaged base, Roan immediately took Lacey out of the interrogation room, and then contacted the investigators of the trace inspection department to search for clues at the base.

  That afternoon, Ryder walked into the No. 5 investigation team with the report from the trace inspection department, and laughed loudly:

   "Everyone, good news!

  According to the detection of the fragments of the two burning bottles at the scene of the fire by the trace inspection department, it was found that they were made of the same material, and the production methods and some details were also exactly the same!

  So the murderer behind these two cases is most likely the same person or the same group! "

  (end of this chapter)