Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 117: Plastic Cloth Humanoid Cocoon

Hearing Mona's words, Luo An's face twitched but he still spoke solemnly:

"Let's start with the bad news."

Mona pointed at the computer screen and said:

"The bad news is, the accident happened at night, the lighting was very dim, and most of the footage recorded by the handheld camera is black, nothing can be seen clearly."

Reesi, who was standing nearby, noticed the dark computer screen and his expression was quite something.

Luo An also looked displeased, but continued to ask:

"What's the good news?"

Mona's fingers danced on the keyboard swiftly, pulling up the latter part of the video:

"The good news is, when the ambulance arrived, there were flashing red and blue lights, only this short clip shows the specific situation at the scene."

Seeing the content on the computer still shaking due to the handheld camera, Reesi rolled his eyes:

"Mona, this hardly counts as good news."

Mona spread her hands and smiled:

"But at least there's a segment of the video that's viewable, showing that your efforts weren't in vain."

"..."

Luo An didn't say much, just silently watched the video on the computer.

Reesi was somewhat speechless, just about to speak when the door of Investigation Unit 5 suddenly echoed with a familiar female voice:

"I'm back!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Reesi, who was holding a large cardboard box.

Reesi quickly got up and took the box from her, then took out a folder and asked with confusion:

"What is all this?"

"Materials given by the CIA."

Reesi sat back at her workstation, took a sip of coffee, and waved her hand:

"Inside are Ivande's stolen laptop and a soldier's file named Jacques."

Speaking of the laptop, Reesi smiled and looked at Luo An.

In the hospital, an old lady's expression was extraordinarily rich after learning about the specific situation of the injured bald white man.

Later, when the old lady ordered her subordinate to hand over the laptop and information to herself, her face was annoyed but had to do so—Reesi, knowing the background of the case from Augustus, was expressionless on the surface but inwardly rejoiced.

FBI and CIA have always been at odds, and many times FBI is at a disadvantage.

After all, the FBI is under the jurisdiction of the Department of Justice, and sometimes they have to talk about reason and law.

But CIA is a separate department, they are uncontrolled, lawless, and being unreasonable is their norm.

Reesi, coming from the FBI's intelligence division, knows this well; she had often been mocked by the CIA when she was working.

So, knowing that the bald white man put in the hospital by Luo An was from the CIA, Reesi was delighted, her eyes brightened, wishing she could give all her business cards to Luo An!

... However, later on, Reesi gave it some thought, giving all cards to Luo An seemed inappropriate, after all, they are teammates, and she had to consider Luo An's well-being.

So after answering Reesi's question, she slowly approached Luo An, who was watching the video, and stealthily handed him three cards without others noticing.

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Seeing the cards in his pocket, Luo An looked puzzled.

Turning his head towards Reesi, he saw Reesi with a slight smile, patting Luo An's shoulder and whispering:

"They are good places, but remember not to stay out too late, you've still got work tomorrow."

"..."

Though he didn't know what had happened, after pondering for a few seconds, Luo An silently put away the cards.

No other intentions, he just wanted to gain more insights while he was still young.

Reesi briefly browsed through the documents in the box for a moment and felt a bit of a headache.

Looking up and seeing Luo An and Reesi whispering together, Reesi immediately approached and asked with a laugh:

"How is it, any new developments?"

Reesi, who was introducing the scenery, twitched the corner of her mouth upon seeing this, while Luo An gave a soft cough, adjusted the video on the computer, and said sternly:

"Watch carefully."

The three hurriedly shifted their gaze to the computer.

In the shaky video, an ambulance arrives, two female nurses and a driver quickly get out of the vehicle, rescue Ivande who is unconscious from the car, place him on a stretcher, and finally lift the stretcher into the ambulance.

After the video ends, Mona ponders for a few seconds, her eyes light up, and she decisively turns to start typing on the keyboard.

Reesi watches the video again carefully, has a sudden realization, while Jacques scratches his head, looking confusedly at Luo An.

Seeing this, Luo An rewinds the video to when the ambulance driver gets out, and patiently explains:

"Pay attention to this ambulance driver."

In the video, the ambulance driver is the first to arrive at the scene of the accident.

But the first thing he does is not to ask about the condition of Ivande, who is trapped in the driver's seat, nor does he prepare to rescue him, but immediately reaches out to check Ivande's neck, to see if Ivande is dead.

"That's normal behavior, right?"

Jacques, after watching the video, tilts his head in confusion.

"No, pay attention to the details."

Luo An shakes his head, slows down the video, and only then does Jacques notice that after finding that Ivande is dead, the ambulance driver slightly nods his head, and his stomach also gradually bulges.

Clearly, the ambulance driver let out a sigh of relief.

Not only that, but the way the ambulance driver moves Ivande out of the driver's seat is also very rough and direct, the kind that would make family members curse.

After hearing Luo An's explanation, Jacques nods in sudden understanding, and at this moment, Mona shouts loudly:

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"Luo An! I've found some information about this ambulance driver!"

Luo An and Jacques hurriedly lean in, and Mona doesn't beat around the bush, saying directly:

"The ambulance driver's name is Ken Nuoli-Martin.

After the car accident last night, he took a leave of absence and went straight home, didn't come to work today, and didn't answer calls from colleagues."

"OK."

Hearing this, Luo An does not hesitate, immediately stands up, and leads Jacques to the equipment room:

"We're going to have a chat with Mr. Martin right now."

—

In a small community in the Brooklyn District,

A dark SUV speeds from afar, screeching to a halt by the roadside.

Driving Luo An and Jacques, who is in the passenger seat, carefully check their equipment to make sure everything is in order, exchange a look, grin together, then swiftly exit the vehicle and walk across the street to the community.

Mr. Martin's home is on the fifth floor, Luo An and Jacques arrive there, holding guns in a tactical position, one on the left and one on the right, standing by the door.

After a countdown of three-two-one with eye contact, Luo An lifts his right foot and kicks the door of the apartment flying open.

Bang—

"FBI!"

Seeing the door flying into the room and crashing onto the living room sofa, Jacques's face is full of shock.

But now is not the time to ask questions, Jacques swallows nervously, quickly follows Luo An to check every room in the apartment.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

After confirming there is no one in the bedroom, kitchen, or bathroom, Luo An and Jacques simultaneously report.

Putting away their guns and returning to the living room, Luo An begins to inspect the apartment carefully.

Jacques, meanwhile, grabs the door on the sofa, shakes it vigorously, and looks at Luo An incredulously:

"Luo An, how did you do that?"

"Forget that for now, come here quickly!"

Ignoring Jacques's question, Luo An waves him over to the secondary bedroom.

After dropping the door and entering the room, Jacques sees a human cocoon wrapped in plastic in the wardrobe of the secondary bedroom.

Not only that, Luo An also finds a pile of wires, ball bearings, nails, and other items under the bed of the secondary bedroom.