MTL - Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 1 FBI new trainee agent
Chapter 1 FBI new trainee agent
New York, 26 Federal Square, Manhattan, Jacob Federal Office Building, 9:00 am.
Floors 23-26 are the exclusive headquarters of the New York Branch of the FBI.
In a small meeting room.
"Didn't expect me to become the legendary FBI?"
In the corner behind 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 on his face.
He remembered that he just went to the island country to inspect the customs and local characteristics. Why did he come here after closing and opening his eyes on the plane?
Snapped-
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a suit walked in with a folder in his hand. He scanned 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"
After 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 Qiu 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 Sea 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?"
An ordinary murder case does not need to mobilize the FBI at all, the New York Police Department can handle it by itself.
Without waiting for Mediterranean Sea to answer, Mona, a white beauty with red short hair and extremely aerodynamic body, wearing a standard suit with extremely smooth curves, glanced at Fisher disdainfully and said:
“The victim was a black special correspondent who came back 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 control of the FBI.
After listening to Mona's words, Mediterranean Sea nodded calmly. From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Roan, who was motionless at the end of the conference table. He frowned slightly but didn't respond. 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, Mediterranean did not organize the folders, turned around and left the conference room.
The moment the door of the conference room was closed, there was a bang in the conference room, and many new trainee agents leaned over to check the photos and clues.
"Which side 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 more journalists. 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, the victims also reported a lot of corrupt parliamentarians."
"There are really enemies everywhere"
Ignoring everyone, just as the sea left the meeting room, Roan suddenly heard a "buzz" in his ear, and 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, is it open? 】
“.”
Luo An's pupils constricted, and he was relieved when he saw that others didn't notice the abnormality here.
"I haven't read novels in vain for so many years. Those authors are not deceiving 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.
“.”
Seeing the system page that has been silent since then, Luo An blinked, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
This system is so simple!
All the interns were anxious to analyze the clues. When the intern Fisher saw the wound on the deceased's chest, he raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly:
"Roan, hurry to my desk and get the third folder in the upper right corner."
“.”
The imaginary response didn't sound, Fisher looked back in doubt, and found 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.
Fischer'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 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, Mona, who was protruding forward and backward, took a few photos and walked up to him and sat down on her buttocks, 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 this case also has a $50,000 reward from the New York Journalists Association."
"$50,000?"
In 2005, the wages of American workers were only about 2,500 US dollars.
Roan didn't care about the 80 points in the 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 **** love stories, all I wanted was money when I was young! What's the use of envying others? We need to act ourselves! To become richer than them!
(end of this chapter)
