Chapter 327 Hollywood rich man was shot

On the way home, Luo An was driving this time.

Mona sat in the passenger seat and was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked with a smile:

 “Roan, Lacey doesn’t want to be with Michelle, does she?”

 “Most likely not.”

Luo An heard this and shook his head:

“Lessie is a very dedicated person, she only likes girls aged 18-25, who are young, beautiful, and have excellent figures.

Michelle is 29 years old this year. Her appearance and figure are all in the general category, and she is completely outside of Lacey's range of choices. "

"Forehead…"

Mona twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard this, and then raised her brows:

 “What about you, Luo An? What do you like?”

“Of course I like you like this.”

The experienced Luo An easily bypassed the pit that Mona dug for himself. Mona was very happy after chatting with her with a few simple words of love. Luo An smiled when he saw this and continued:

“I think the question Lacey asked Michelle for advice was most likely about what a more artistic woman like Michelle would prefer.”

Luo An’s words were not without purpose. When he went out for lunch a few days ago, he saw Lacey hooking up with a female college student waiter who wore glasses and was working as a part-time student in a restaurant.

Although the waitress looks a bit rustic in appearance, Luo An, who has good eyesight, is sure that as long as she changes her hairstyle and clothes, she will definitely be as good as those stars in Hollywood.

When Lacey was chatting with the girl, Luo An found that the girl's conversation, outlook on life and values ​​were more literary.

In addition, when Lacey went out in the past few days, she often carried several books that she borrowed from Michelle but had hardly read, so Luo An made the judgment just now.

 After listening to Luo An’s words, Mona yawned and threw Lacey’s matter behind her.

She usually has little interest in Lacey's private life. When she asked Luo An this question just now, Lacey's mysterious look aroused her curiosity.

 Saturday night passed quickly, and on Sunday, Luo An and Mona continued to go shopping in Los Angeles.

During the period, the two met FBI Investigation Team No. 1 and went up to say hello. Only then did they learn that the LAPD stated that it was unable to handle the Los Angeles Library book theft case, so it handed the case over to the FBI.

"Thanks for your hard work."

　　Tapping the shoulders of the two detectives of Investigation Team No. 1, Luo An handed the coffee he just bought to them, and then left the scene with Mona and a smile.

 “Thank you, Deputy Team Leader Greenwood.”

The two agents took the coffee and thanked them profusely. One of the agents with short hair looked at the backs of Luo An and Mona and sighed with emotion:

“They are also an investigation team of the Criminal Investigation Division. Why does the work of the Special Investigation Team seem so easy?”

"You think too much."

 Another older agent took a sip of coffee and said with a smile:

“It’s because Deputy Leader Greenwood is so good that he makes you feel that the work of the Special Investigation Team is easy.”

"Um…"

The short-haired detective originally wanted to discuss the leader of his No. 1 investigation team, but after thinking about it, he swallowed his words.

 “Let’s go and keep working.”

 “OK.”

 The day on Sunday passed quickly. After Luoan once again experienced Mona’s dexterous little surprise, he started a new week’s work.

 Monday, the office area of ​​the Special Investigation Team.

 “Good morning, Aribadi.”

Luo An opened the door of the investigation team while eating breakfast:

 “How was your weekend?”

Mona rolled her eyes at Luo An and did not answer. She walked to her seat, opened the bag and started eating breakfast.

Lacie did not answer Luo An, but at this time her face was full of smile, and the word "proud" was written all over her smile.

 Michelle swallowed the breakfast in her mouth and replied seriously to Luo An’s words:

“I read books all day on Sunday and had a great time.”

 “Good.”

 After finishing breakfast in two or three mouths, Luo An took out his mobile phone from his pocket, shook it and said:

“Everyone, get ready for work, the LAPD has sent us a new gift.”

　　——

 Central Los Angeles, a certain street. Luo An and Lacey parked their SUV on the side of the road. Not far away diagonally across from them, several LAPD police cars surrounded a silver-gray convertible sports car.

An isolation tape was drawn around the police car. Several LAPD patrol officers stood outside the isolation tape, trying to maintain order and prevent the media with cameras and microphones from crowding into the scene.

“Wow, what a journalist from Los Angeles.”

Lacie followed Luo An slowly towards the scene, raised her watch and glanced at the time:

“It seems like it was less than twenty minutes from the time we were notified by the LAPD to the time we arrived at the scene.”

 “If you were a journalist, you would definitely be fired.”

Luo An grinned when he heard this:

“If this group of reporters had taken more than ten minutes to arrive at the scene of the crime, their positions would have been taken away by their colleagues.”

 Lacie shook her head:

 “Crazy Los Angeles.”

 “No, it should be sick Hollywood.”

After casually correcting Lacey's words, Luo An took out a golden badge to show his identity, then opened the isolation tape and entered the scene.

 An LAPD sergeant came over, stretched out his hand and said:

“Hello, Deputy Leader Greenwood, I am Yolande.”

 “Hello, Chief Yolande.”

 Luo An stretched out his hand and shook it, and asked:

 “What’s going on at the scene?”

“The victim was driving and talking on the phone to his lawyer when he died.”

Yolande led Luo An to the side of the silver-gray convertible, pointed at the body in the car and said:

“The lawyer heard two gunshots and the sound of a vehicle collision. After several calls to his boss but no answer, the lawyer quickly called the police.

 The lawyer is a witness. We have asked him to come to the scene and he is currently on the way. "

 “Good.”

 Luo An nodded and began to check the condition of the bodies in the sports car.

Because the corpse's head was tilted to the left, Luo An couldn't see the corpse's face clearly from this side, but Lacey on the opposite side could see it more clearly.

 After looking down on the face of the deceased, Lacey was suddenly surprised and said:

 “It’s Xander-Ghis!”

Luo An was full of doubts:

"You know him?"

 “I’m even more surprised that you don’t know him.”

Hearing Luo An’s words, Lacey was a little speechless, and then patiently explained the identity of the deceased:

“Sander Gies, in his thirties, is the boss of a well-known Hollywood film company. He is a second-generation rich man and a billionaire.

Hander-Gies has been in the news ever since he successfully acquired the film company using inherited funds.

 Because this guy has so many emotions, he has had scandals with some female movie stars from time to time. "

 “This is Hollywood, it’s normal.”

 Luo An had no feelings about this. The other party was the boss of a film company, and it was normal for him to be with a female star.

There is a saying that the end of Mulholland Drive in Hollywood is a bed.

Lacey thought for a while, walked to Luo An, and whispered in Luo An’s ear:

  “In addition, this guy has a lot of criminal records.

 In the FBI's internal database, there are many cases in which victims sued him, but he used money to wipe them out. "

This news surprised Luo An. Sander and Geese are both billionaires, so the game is not consensual?

Lacey didn’t see the surprise in Luo An’s eyes, and she continued in a low voice:

“If Sander Guise really died because of a woman, there would be too many suspects in this case.”

 “How many can there be? Hundreds?”

 “No, it’s definitely over a thousand.”

　　　…”

 (End of this chapter)