Chapter 204 "Soldier" in the interrogation room

  Investigation Team No. 5, office area.

  Roan was sitting on a chair, drinking coffee calmly while looking at the information in his hand, William not far away looked up and said:

   "According to the investigation, the license plate of the car driven by the man in the hoodie is a fake one, and the car was also stolen."

  Mona on the side tapped the keyboard a few times and added:

   "After the car left the area where the warehouse is located, it disappeared from the camera on the road."

   "He's a very cautious guy."

  Roan put the coffee on the table, left the chair and stretched, turned his gaze to Lacey, and said with a smile:

   "Let's go and interrogate Connor Trenner."

  Ten minutes ago, Connor Trenner, who had treated the wound on his hand, had been brought back to the interrogation room of the No. 5 investigation team by Ryder.

   "OK."

   Lacey nodded, immediately picked up her notebook and followed Roan.

  Mona and Ryder next to each other looked at each other, got up and walked into the monitoring room next to the interrogation room.

  In the interrogation room, Connor Trenner was handcuffed to the table, bowed his head in silence, expressionless.

   "Good afternoon, Mr. Trenner."

  Opened the door and walked into the interrogation room. Lacey sat on a chair, Roan leaned against the wall next to him with his arms folded, and said with a smile:

   "We found a lot of raw materials for making Molotov cocktails, such as gasoline, Styrofoam, and conduits, in the warehouse you rented."

  Connor Trenner shrugged:

   "I studied chemistry, these are just my experiments and research."

   Lacey narrowed her eyes slightly:

   “After the death of Congressman Emanuel, you praised it in the forums and said that others should do the same.”

  Connor Trenner is still indifferent:

   "It's just a complaint on the Internet, and what you say doesn't mean you really want to do it. Federal law supports freedom of speech."

   "You have thought about these rhetoric for a long time."

  Roan, who was leaning against the wall, chuckled, took the information in Lacey's hand, and said:

   "We have investigated your information. During your college years, you have illegally invaded the offices of other political organizations many times. During the parade, you used illegal means to disrupt social order... These are all very low-level activities.

   But Trenner, you really did something big this time. "

  Connor Trenner's expression remained unchanged:

   "Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

   "Let me explain to you in advance, Trenner."

  Opening the folder and throwing it in front of Connor Trenner, Roan put away the smile on his face and said in a deep voice:

   "It doesn't matter if you lit the flame or not, you're already in trouble, and that's called "risk sharing" in federal law.

   If those Molotov cocktails that were taken are used again and kill others, you will be held responsible.

  In addition, because you are the maker of Molotov cocktails and refused to cooperate after we arrested you, your charges will only be heavier than your accomplice, and you will spend longer in prison than him. "

  Connor Trenner froze immediately when he heard the words. After a few seconds of silence, he took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Roan with a serious face and said:

   “The death of a soldier for a purpose is the most noble thing in this world.”

  Hearing this, the faces of Lacey in the interrogation room and Ryder in the monitoring room all sank. This is obviously a situation of being brainwashed.

  Mona next to Ryder was also very nervous, but she saw that Roan's expression remained unchanged, and the fist that was suddenly clenched slowly loosened again.

  Roan in the interrogation room snorted softly and asked:

   "This sentence was told to you by that accomplice."

  Connor Trenner didn't answer, but the gaze in his eyes became firmer.

   "It seems so."

  Roan nodded, the other party's reaction was not much different from a direct admission, and then he continued:

   "But you are not a soldier, Trenner."

  Connor Trenner's eyes flickered slightly, and Roan, who saw this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued:

   "Plus, your political goal is against gun ban, right?

  You are dead, do you think this goal will be inherited by your accomplices? "

  Connor Trenner was about to raise his head to speak, but Roan shook his head, pointed to the information in the folder and continued:

   "Impossible, he cannot continue to support your goals.

   Depending on how much gasoline and styrofoam you bought, you probably made about 70 Molotov cocktails.

  But the two crime scenes, and the remaining Molotov cocktails in your warehouse, add up to less than 23 bottles, so where did the rest go? It must have been sold by your accomplices for money. "

"impossible!"

  Hearing this, Trenner blushed immediately:

   "There's no way he'd do that!"

  That's what he said, but Trenner looked at the information in front of him and rolled his eyes, and at the same time began to subconsciously lick his chapped lips.

  Trenner's sudden violent reaction startled Lacey, and Ryder and Mona in the monitoring room were also a little surprised. Roan raised his brows slightly, and asked with a smile on his hands:

   "Why is it impossible? You just handed over the Molotov cocktails to the other party. Do you know how the other party uses them?"

   "Because...because..."

  Trenner on the chair rolled his eyes wildly, and wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

   Seeing the opponent's performance, Roan knew it was time, so he bent down, stared at Trenner, and said in a cold voice:

   "That guy is older than you, right?

  He tells you that it is noblest thing for a soldier to die for a purpose, so that you refuse to give us his name.

  After you enter the prison, he will take your money and live in style outside the prison. When he thinks of you, he will probably laugh at you for helping him take the blame..."

   Seeing the cold light in Roan's eyes approaching, Trenner's face turned pale and the corners of his mouth trembled.

  Seeing this, Luo An lowered the coldness in his voice, and said in a low voice:

   "Connor, you are only 22 years old, and you still have a lot of life waiting for you to spend. Prison is definitely not a good place.

   There is only one chance to save yourself, now, tell me, who is your accomplice? "

  The air in the interrogation room was extremely quiet. Sitting on the sidelines and watching the whole process clearly, Lacey didn't dare to take a breath, her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes were fixed on Trenner on the opposite side.

  The same is true for the scene in the surveillance room. Ryder and Mona subconsciously slowed down their breathing, leaned forward, and fixed their eyes on the screen in the surveillance.

   "Wilkin, his name is Wilkin."

   After a long time, Trenner sighed and said in a low voice:

   "I met him at the Black Forest bar in Brooklyn."

boom!

  The moment Trenner opened her mouth, Mona clapped her hands and raised the corners of her mouth. Ryder beside her also smiled instantly, and slapped the table hard:

   "Nice job! I knew Roan could do it!"

  Lacey's eyes in the interrogation room were shining brightly. She didn't speak for fear of attracting Trenner's attention, but she looked at Roan with admiration, and calmly gave a thumbs up to Mona in the monitoring room behind her.

  Mona smiled even more when she saw this.

  Roan, who was interrogating, didn't notice the expressions of the people behind him. After hearing Trenner's words, he continued to ask:

   "Do you know where Wilkin lives?"

   "Sorry."

   At this time, Trenner lowered his head, and when he heard Roan's question, he answered slowly:

   "I really don't know where he is, we always meet at the warehouse."

"It doesn't matter."

  Roan straightened up and said with a smile:

   "A portrait artist will come over later, tell us all about Wilkin's height, body shape, appearance, and skin color, OK?"

   "OK."

  (end of this chapter)