Legendary FBI Detective

Special Investigations Unit, office area.

"Kidnapping case?"

Luo An narrowed his eyes and asked:

"What exactly happened?"

"Obeid's daughter is a college student and has just come of age."

Mona tapped the keyboard a few times to retrieve the case file from the legal system and replied:

“One night a few months ago, Obaid’s daughter was kidnapped on her way back to her university dormitory after finishing her part-time job.

At first, the other party only wanted money, but when he saw that Obaid's daughter was more beautiful, he had other thoughts.

More than forty hours after the incident, the Department of Special Victims Services found Obaid's daughter. She had many bruises on her body and was mentally unstable.

In the court, the lawyer presented the test report that the murderer had smoked flour at the time of the crime and had mental problems. Judge Taylor-Davis did not agree to Obeid's request to sentence the other party to death or life imprisonment, but only sentenced him to a few years in prison. . "

After listening to Mona's narration, and then seeing the information records on the computer about Obaid's daughter's psychological counseling experience for several months, and that her mental state has not recovered so far, and she even dropped out of college, Luo An He sighed in a low voice:

"An angry father will do anything for his daughter."

Michelle next to her nodded, Mona pursed her lips and said nothing.

At this moment, the landline phone next to him suddenly rang. Michelle answered a few words, then hung up the phone and turned around:

"The Trace Inspection Section said that the ballistic test report and crime scene report for this case have been completed, and the autopsy report will still take some time. I will go downstairs to get them back."

"OK, thank you for your hard work."

Michelle turned and left. Roan patted Mona on the shoulder and walked to the equipment room aside:

"Let's go, Mona, come with me to talk to this father."

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Obaid's gun shop is located in the southern area of ​​Los Angeles. The gun shop is very large and the decoration is very straightforward and rough. As soon as Luo An opened the door, he saw several rifles pointed at him.

Obaid, the owner of the gun shop, has a sinewy face, is tall and strong, and does not look like a guy to be trifled with at first glance.

"FBI."

Facing the clerk who came up to ask what he and Mona needed, Luo An directly took out the FBI's golden badge and showed it to him, then selectively ignored Obaid's unkind gaze, walked up to him and said softly:

"Hello, Mr. Obaid, We need to talk."

Mona glanced at Luo An calmly. Obaid looked at Luo An with wide eyes for a few seconds, then coldly snorted and threw the gun he was cleaning to the clerk, turned around and walked to a room at the back of the gun store:

"Let's go there and talk, don't affect my business!"

In the room for temporary rest, Obaid poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. He had no intention of pouring it for Roan and Mona and asked directly:

"What do you want from me?"

"I have something I want to ask."

After taking a look at the somewhat dirty cup, Luo An gave up the idea of ​​pouring himself a glass of water and asked:

"Where were you this morning?"

"I'm sleeping at home."

Obaid's mind was spinning very quickly. After answering the question, he immediately thought of many things. He leaned forward and looked at Luo An, and said seriously:

"I don't know what other cases you have encountered. Those things have absolutely nothing to do with me."

"OK."

Luo An nodded. On the way here, Mona had been checking the surveillance records of Obaid's community, which indeed showed that Obaid had been with his wife and daughter since returning home and had never left the house.

At this point, Obaid's suspicion could be temporarily ruled out, and there was no need for Roan and Mona to come to this gun store, but later they received a new message from Michelle.

Luo An took out a photo from his pocket. In the photo was the bullet slug left at the crime scene.

Michel said that based on the trace inspection department's testing, they can determine that this is a processed "wildcat bomb."

"Wildcat bullets" are homemade bullets made by federal shooters. They are usually manufactured by modifying existing commercial bullets in order to optimize the performance of the ammunition, such as higher kinetic energy and straighter flight.

There are many people who can make this kind of bullets, and gun shop owners are definitely one of them, especially Obaid, who has been in the gun shop for more than ten years.

"Our records show that Mr. Obaid you have attended six times, the Los Angeles Gun Association, gun shows, and even served as a judge on bullets once."

Luo An handed the photo to Obaid and said quietly:

“I’m sure you can tell who’s behind this bullet, right?”

"Sorry, I'm too old to see that."

Obaid took the photo and glanced at it briefly. He handed the photo back to Luo An in less than a second and replied:

"Can you leave now?"

Luo An, who had been observing Obaid carefully, clearly saw the unnatural look on his face when he checked the bullet in the photo, so Luo An did not take the photo back, but took out a business card from his pocket with a string of telephone number:

“We know about your daughter and this is a foundation that helps special victims.

Your daughter's situation is completely within the scope of this foundation's help, and I think you may need it. "

Luo An had previously asked Mona to investigate the murderer who hurt Obaid's daughter. He was indeed a bad person.

But Luo An is a law enforcement officer after all, and it is impossible for him to give Obaid the contact information of the prison administrator of the prison where his daughter's murderer is held just because he sympathizes with him.

Obaid is a stranger to Luo An. Once such a thing is done, someone with a heart will leave clues if they want to investigate. Luo An and Obaid are not related, so it is impossible to do this.

However, if conditions permit, it is still possible to help Obaid's daughter. An innocent young girl should have a better life and should not be ruined by this incident.

"you……"

At first when he heard Luo An mentioning his daughter, Obaid was still full of anger, but when Luo An finished speaking, Obaid fell silent instantly.

In order to solve his daughter's mental problems, Obaid has spent a lot of money, and he may sell the gun store soon.

After a long silence, Obaid's whole body seemed to collapse. He was no longer as stiff as before and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I'm just... I'm really sorry."

While apologizing, Obaid turned the photo in his hand to the back, took out a pen and wrote a line of letters on it, finally stuffed it into Luo An's arms, sighed and whispered:

"This is the guy's name and address. If you encounter anything else later, I will do my best to cooperate with you... I'm sorry. I apologize to you for my actions and words just now."

Looking at the old father in front of him who was worried about his daughter, Luo An didn't mention what happened just now. He handed Obaid the contact information of the foundation, took back the photo and handed it to Mona, and briefly chatted with Obaid. After a few words, he left the room with Mona and walked to the SUV, preparing to use his laptop to check the other party's identity information.

In the passenger seat of the SUV, Mona quickly found the other party based on the information behind the photo:

"Hex Lawrence, 43 years old, was in and out of prison many times when he was young, and is now the organizer of a gun club in southeast Los Angeles."

"Another talent from prison."

Looking at the chubby middle-aged white man in the photo, Luo An started the SUV and drove toward southeast Los Angeles, and then asked:

"Is there a connection between Hex, or any of Hex's family and friends, and Judge Taylor-Davis?"