Legendary FBI Detective

New York, 26 Federal Plaza, Manhattan, Jacobs Federal Office Building, nine o'clock in the morning.

Floors 23-26 are the exclusive headquarters of the New York Branch of the FBI.

A small meeting room.

"I didn't expect that I would become the legendary FBI?"

In the back corner of the conference table, Roan sat on a chair, raised his hand to see the formal suit on his body, and then looked at the golden badge hanging on his chest, with a dull expression.

He remembered that he just went to the island country to inspect the customs and local characteristics, why did he come here after closing his eyes on the plane?

Snapped--

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged Caucasian man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a suit came in with a folder in his hand. He glanced around and saw that there was no shortage of people, and went straight to the topic without any nonsense:

"Attention, this is a shooting homicide in a park."

Mediterranean opened the folder, threw a bunch of photos on the conference table and introduced:

"The victim was named Mike Robert, 43 years old, at 11:34 p.m. on April 11, 2005, was shot dead in the alley in Central Park"

Hearing the case overview, the trainee detectives on both sides of the conference table went to get the photos on the conference table one after another. Roan remained motionless, and he was sorting out the muddy memories in his mind.

In his previous life, he was raised by an old killer who was dying. When he grew up, he naturally learned all kinds of skills. He has excellent professional ability and high technical level.

The purpose of the old killer raising Luo An was to let Luo An avenge his own blood. In the end, when the old killer died and Luo An successfully set out to find the enemy, he learned that the enemy had been caught by the local law enforcement department and sentenced to death by the court.

The Chou family was alone and had no relatives, and Luo An didn't dare to confront the prison head-on. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned around and got on the plane to the island country. He planned to experience the local customs first, and then open a milk tea shop to spend the rest of his life.

It is impossible for a killer to do it, and it is impossible to do it in this life, not to mention the high risk factor, and the money comes slowly, how can you make money by opening a milk tea shop in an island country!

"Sir, there is one thing I don't understand."

When Mediterranean briefly introduced the case, Fisher, a white young man with short brown hair and thin lips, tilted his head and asked:

"Why is this case entrusted to us?"

There is no need to mobilize the FBI for an ordinary murder case, the New York Police Department can handle it by itself.

Before Mediterranean Sea could reply, Mona, a white beauty with red short hair and extremely aerodynamic body, wearing a standard suit, with unusually smooth curves, looked at Fisher with disdain and said:

"The victim was a black special correspondent who had returned from a war zone, and the word 'pest' was written in blood next to the body. It is obvious that this is a special hate crime targeting the identity of the victim."

Special hate crimes are under the FBI's control.

After listening to Mona's words, Mediterranean nodded calmly. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Roan, who was motionless at the end of the conference table. He frowned slightly but ignored him. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said:

"This particular hate crime case is the next stage of the test. Twenty of you new intern detectives have to solve the case and catch the murderer by yourself within three days. The senior detectives will give you corresponding points according to your performance. Those with high points can be turned into full-time agents first, and those with low points will continue to work hard."

After finishing speaking, Hai Hai did not organize the folders, turned around and left the meeting room.

The moment the door of the conference room was closed, there was a bang in the conference room, and many new intern detectives leaned over to check the photos and clues.

"Which aspect is the 'pest' on the ground next to the victim's body? Black identity or journalist identity?"

"It's also possible to have both."

"Maybe there are more reporters. After all, the victims came back from the war zone. There are a group of religious lunatics there, and it is not unusual for them to do anything."

"Not necessarily. Victims have also reported a lot of corruption in parliamentarians."

"It's really full of enemies"

Ignoring everyone, Roan suddenly heard a "buzz" in his ear when Hai Hai left the conference room. Before he could react, a light blue page suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

【System loading】

[The system is loaded successfully! 】

[Today's treasure chest is ready, do you want to open it? 】

[The novice gift pack has been prepared, do you want to open it? 】

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Luo An's pupils constricted, and he was relieved to see that others did not notice the abnormality here.

"I haven't read novels in vain for so many years. Those authors are not lying to me. The time traveler really has a system bonus!"

Luo An took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart: 【Open】

A cutscene of opening a treasure chest in a rough web game, the system shows that [Today’s Treasure Chest] opened one for $20 and one for $50. [Gift Pack for Beginners] A bottle of hemostatic potion and a bottle of scuba potion.

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Seeing the system page that hasn't been moved since then, Luo An blinked, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

This system is so crude!

All the intern detectives were anxious to analyze the clues. When the intern detective Fisher saw the wound on the deceased's chest, he raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly:

"Roan, hurry up and go to my desk and get the third folder in the upper right corner."

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The imaginary response did not sound, and Fisher turned around in confusion, only to find that Roan was sitting in the corner of the conference table with his head bowed in thought, not paying attention to his words at all.

Fisher's face sank, he picked up the signature pen in his hand and threw it at Roan.

Snapped!

Hearing the sound of wind in the air, Roan, who was sorting out his memory, subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it.

Holding a signature pen, Roan, who turned off the system page, turned to look at Fisher, and a memory instantly appeared in his mind.

Some time ago, when the predecessor, Fisher, and another trainee agent named Markey went out to perform missions, the two of them made mistakes during their actions and caused the criminal to escape. When reporting to the chief, the predecessor was deducted 100 points, while Fisher and Markey was just reprimanded and then he was gone, and no points were deducted!

In his memory, his predecessor turned blue with anger when he heard the news, but he had no background and could only choose to temporarily tolerate it in order to become a regular as soon as possible, which made Fisher even more aggressive towards his predecessor.

Roan frowned slightly. He didn't have the tolerant character of his predecessor. Just as he was about to make a move, Mona on the other side noticed what happened here. She pointed her pen at Fisher and asked loudly:

"What are you doing? Can't you take your own things?"

Mona is a rare computer expert among their group of new trainee agents, plus she has a beautiful figure, so Fisher didn't say much after being hit with a pen, snorted coldly and picked up the notebook to start Take the clues from the photos.

"Ignore him, he's just a spoiled bastard."

Seeing that Roan's face was not good-looking, the protruding Mona took a few photos and walked up to him and sat down, comforting:

"The information given by the officer said that the murderer who caught this case can get 80 points, which can make up for most of the points you lost some time ago, and there is a $50,000 reward from the New York Journalists Association for this case."

"$50,000?"

In 2005, the wages of American workers were only around US$2,500.

Roan didn't care about the 80 points in front, but the 50,000 dollars in the back made his eyes light up instantly, because he remembered what the old killer said to him in his previous life:

I'm not in the mood for bullshit love stories, all I wanted was money when I was young! What's the use of envying others? We need to act on our own! To become richer than them!