Chapter 252 Flour Face

  Brooklyn, outside a small food workshop.

   "Fu-k!"

  Seeing the pistol in Darrell Roger's hand, Lacey shrank her pupils and cursed, her body subconsciously dodged backwards, preparing to hide behind obstacles to avoid the opponent's bullets.

boom! boom!

  The next second, Lacey suddenly heard two gunshots.

   It's just that these two voices came from behind her.

"ah-"

   Immediately afterwards, a man screamed in front of Lacey.

   Lacey turned around and found that Darrell Roger had fallen off the car at this time, and blood continued to flow from his right hand, staining a large piece of flour that fell on the ground red.

   Lacey subconsciously turned her head to look at Roan.

   Sure enough, Roan was slowly putting away the Glock 18. Seeing Lacey looking at him, Roan slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at her.

  Roan had already pulled out his pistol when he got out of the car just now. The moment Darrell Roger took out the pistol and aimed it at himself and Lacey, he directly pulled the trigger.

  Thighs in front and back, body bent forward, the whole posture looks a bit indecent and awkward, Lacey's mouth twitched.

   Not knowing why, Lacey felt that Roan did it on purpose.

  Passing past Lacey and patted her on the shoulder, Roan walked slowly to Darrell Roger, kicked the dropped pistol in front of Lacey, and said with a smile:

   "Congratulations, Darrell Roger, you are going to prison for further training again."

   "Bah!"

  Darrell Roger heard the words, his face without beard and hair suddenly showed a ferocious expression, and he spat thick phlegm at Roan fiercely.

   But Roan easily blocked it by pulling a broken flour bag.

   Not only that, Roan also threw the flour bag back in Darrell Roger's face.

   "Ahhhh—"

  Darrell Roger, who was covered in thick phlegm and flour on his face, was even more angry, struggling frantically but there was nothing he could do, because Lacey had already pulled out the handcuffs and handcuffed his hands.

  Also, because she was worried that Darrell Roger would spit again, Lacey didn't take the flour bag off his head, and just stuffed Darrell Roger into the SUV.

  So after the hospital dealt with the gunshot wound on Darrell Roger's wrist, everyone in the Jacob Federal Building saw Lacey and Roan escorting a performance art guy back to the No. 5 investigation team.

  Darrell Roger: "…"

In the interrogation room, Roan took off the flour sack on Darrell Roger's head. The sudden light made Darrell Roger narrow his eyes. After seeing Roan and Lacey in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to continue. spit.

  Roan smiled when he saw the other party's actions, and shook the flour bag in his hand:

   "Think clearly and spit!"

  Darrell Roger's face froze when he saw this, do you want to swallow it?

  Darrell-Roger slowly calmed down, Lacey opened the folder in her hand, and began to count all the crimes of the other party over the years: sexual assault, illegal possession of guns, intimidation, first-degree wounding...

   "And now add arrests, and assaults on federal agents."

  Closing the folder, Lacey said with a blank expression:

   "Darrell, how's life going these days? Still threatening to force women to sleep with you?"

   "No, since I have money, there are women**."

  Darrell-Roger smiled disdainfully, and then made a clean-up to Roan:

   "Dude, I'm afraid your partner needs a ***."

  As a talent who has lived in prison for a long time, Darrell's mouth is full of dirty words and swear words. Roan didn't bother to talk to him, and said directly:

   "You don't like my partner with this type of woman? Because she threatens you, right? Like Flavia Farran?"

   "That's a meddlesome watch!"

  Hearing the name of Flavia from Roan's mouth, Darrell's face was full of anger. He knocked on the table and said angrily:

   "She actually wanted to tell those girls about my HIV infection!

   It’s fine to tell them, but that cousin plans to tell the boss and colleagues at my workplace?

  Damn it, do you know how hard it is for me to find a job? "

  Roan nodded, and then Darrell said:

   "So you killed Flavia Faran to protect your job, right?"

   "I didn't kill anyone! You **** FBI! ***"

  Darrell was very angry when he heard the words, and began to spit fragrance crazily.

  Roan leaned back and calmly hugged his shoulders:

   "If you didn't kill someone, why did you draw your gun without hesitation when we were looking for you?"

   "..."

  Hearing this, Darrell Roger fell silent for an instant.

   "Are you still planning to hide it?"

   Lacey smiled disdainfully, and threw the folder in her hand on the interrogation table:

   "We've sent people to search your home and your warehouse, hopefully it's cleaner than your mouth."

   "OK! OK!"

  Darrell was silent for a few seconds and raised his hands, saying that the reason why he shot just now was because he thought that the little leaves he was hiding in the basement had been discovered, and he did so because he was afraid that his brain would get hot.

   "But I really didn't kill Flavia-Francia!"

  After listening to Darrell's narration, Roan gave Lacey a look. Lacey nodded and left the interrogation room, took out her mobile phone and called Ryder who was going to search Darrell's house, and asked him to focus on searching the basement.

   "I accept your explanation for now."

  After Lacey left the interrogation room, Roan chuckled, continued to look at Darrell Roger, and asked:

   "But you are still guilty of assaulting federal agents, so in order to mitigate your crime, do you have any clues about Flavia being killed last night?"

  Darrell Roger, who has been in and out of prison as usual, has been ill for a long time and has become a doctor. At this time, he already understands some federal laws and regulations, such as exchanging clues for commutation of sentence.

   Thinking for a moment, Darrell suddenly raised his head, and after receiving Roan's affirmative answer, he said one thing:

  “This morning, when I left home to go to work, I found someone following me with a laptop. I wanted to catch that guy and teach him a lesson, but the guy was riding a bicycle and I didn’t catch up.”

  Luo An heard the words and narrowed his eyes slightly:

   "What color is the notebook in that guy's hand?"

   "I don't know, I didn't see clearly."

  Darrell Roger shrugged:

   "But the bike that guy is riding looks good, you can check the surveillance video of that area... if there are surveillance cameras."

  Leaving the interrogation room, as soon as Roan walked to his station, Lacey answered with her mobile phone, and smiled:

   "Ryder found a whole cabinet of plus-size bags in the basement of Darrell Roger's house, and Darrell was clearly trying to cash in on them."

   "Unfortunately, Darrell can't make it."

  Roan didn't care about the big size, so he casually replied to Lacey, and then asked Mona and William to retrieve the surveillance records of the area that Darrell said.

  Watching this scene, Lacey put her hand on her chin and looked at Mona who was typing on the keyboard with doubts on her face, and asked:

   "Roan, if the guy who followed Darrell was the murderer of Flavia, why did he follow Darrell? Doesn't it make sense?"

  (end of this chapter)