Legendary FBI Detective

Winslow and Lacey followed Luo An and rushed into the villa. When they were quickly checking every room, they suddenly found a figure hiding in the kitchen and aiming a gun at Luo An!

"Luo An! Be careful!" x2

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the hidden figure's face turned cold, and he moved his finger, preparing to pull the trigger.

Luo An, who had already discovered the opponent with his "emotional perception", moved faster. The second before the hidden figure was about to shoot, he had already swooped over like a cheetah.

Bang——

Kick him down to hide his figure, drag his right hand to grab the weapon in the opponent's hand, move his eyes slightly, aim at the opponent's body and suddenly pull the trigger.

Snapped!

In the astonished eyes of Winslow and Lacey, the next second Luan pulled the trigger, two patches and thin metal wires flew out from the muzzle of the gun and stuck firmly on the hidden arm.

Sizzling——

"Uh...uh...uh..."

The crackling sound of electricity sounded, and the face of the hidden figure who wanted to get up to fight back changed, and his body suddenly swung uncontrollably.

Winslow and Lacey quickly walked to Luo An and aimed their guns at the hidden figure on the ground.

Seeing each other lying on the ground with six left hands and seven right hands twitching, the two of them looked surprised:

"Stun gun?"

Luo An smiled, shook the black pistol in his hand, and said:

"It's still the most high-end and most expensive kind."

Winslow grinned, lowered his arms and put away the weapon in his hand:

"He lives in a villa and buys a stun pistol. He doesn't look like a moneyless person."

After turning off the current device, Pressley, who was swinging on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with an unhappy face:

"Who are you? Why did you break into my house!"

"As I said earlier, FBI."

Winslow grabbed Pressley's clothes, pulled him up from the ground, and asked:

"Who ordered you to do what you did?"

"What?"

Pressley's face was full of surprise:

"what are you saying?"

Patting Winslow on the shoulder, Luo An stepped forward and said with a smile:

"We found you stalking Seamus Lucille Christa, and now that she's dead, what do you want to say?"

"W-T-F?!"

Hearing Luo An's words, Presley was stunned for a moment, then shook his head nervously and said:

"No! No! No...it's not me, it's not what I did, it has nothing to do with me!"

Lacey snorted coldly:

"Then why are you following her?"

Pressley looked troubled:

"It really wasn't me!"

Luo An raised the stun gun in his hand and said seriously::

“Then give us a reason to convince you.

Don't forget, you are attacking the police. "

Presley's face looked very ugly and he was silent for a long time. He said:

"OK, my current identity is a private detective.

Private detective, do you understand? "

Winslow and Lacey frowned slightly, and Presley continued to explain:

"I was hired to keep an eye on Lucille Christa, it's that simple."

Luo An's expression remained unchanged and asked:

"Who was the guy who hired you?"

"this……"

Pressley swallowed, looked at Luo An's increasingly cold face, and quickly replied:

"He's Lucille Christa's boyfriend."

"Boy friend?"

Winslow and Lacey were stunned when they heard this word, and Luo An was also a little confused, because there was no such information in the materials they had obtained before.

Pressley took a deep breath, and since his mouth was already open, he simply told everything he knew:

"Guys, the boyfriend I'm talking about is a male model that Lucille Christa found in the past six months.

Before this, Lucille Krista had found many handsome men, but this time the male model was very motivated. He planned to rely on his "skills" to firmly grasp Lucille Krista. tower.

But as you know, skills can be practiced, but women’s hearts are very fickle.

In order to prevent new competitors from appearing, the male model asked me to follow Lucille Christa and keep an eye on her movements. "

"..."x3

After Pressley finished explaining, Roan, Winslow and Lacey looked at each other and thought of the old woman in the Christa family who was still looking for men to play with in her seventies.

While speechless, the three of them also felt a little emotional:

Mother and daughter share the same blood, Lucille Christa is indeed her biological child.

Looking away from this matter, Luo An briefly talked about the disappearance of four people at that corner on the night of the crime, and asked:

"Did you see anything that night?"

"No, I wasn't there that night."

Pressley shook his head again and said:

"The dinner party that day was of a very high standard, and I couldn't get in, so I simply drove away to do another business."

Lacey was a little surprised:

"Do you have another deal?"

"Hey, this is the Federation! There are a lot of similar businesses, okay?"

Presley grinned, and then said mysteriously:

"Guess what my second business is?"

Luo An said nothing, Lacey and Winslow just looked at him quietly.

"Alright alright……"

Pressley curled his lips, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and whispered:

"A certain congressman in Las Vegas, his daughter is not his biological daughter!"

"..."x3

Winslow looked at him expressionlessly. A hint of interest in gossip flashed in Lacey's eyes but was quickly suppressed. Luo An rubbed his temples, thought for a few seconds, asked a few simple questions, and finally said:

"Bring out the male model's contact information, we need to talk to him."

Sometimes, people with close relationships know a lot of information that others don't know.

Pressley spread his hands and said:

"Sorry, I can't contact him anymore."

"What did you say?"

Lacey and Winslow's expressions changed slightly, and Luo An's eyes narrowed and asked:

"What do you mean you can't contact me?"

"I just can't contact him. He has lost contact and he still owes me a balance."

"When was the specific time of loss of contact?"

"I'm not sure either. He and I agreed to contact him every three days. If there is an emergency, it will be extra.

Three days ago, I couldn't contact him anymore. "

After Pressley finished explaining, Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly. The last three days he mentioned were the day before Councilor Shermore and President Lucille disappeared.

Without any nonsense, Luo An then asked:

"What's that male model's name?"

"Paul, Paul Baker!"

————

"Paul Baker, 20 years old, is from California. He is a male model who has appeared on the cover of a well-known magazine. Some media say he has great potential."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in a temporarily borrowed office at the FBI branch in Las Vegas, Chenelle pointed to a photo of a handsome and beautiful white young man on her computer screen, and said with slight surprise:

"I didn't expect that he and 38-year-old Lucille Christa would have such a relationship."

Luo An's expression remained unchanged and asked:

"Can you find out the specific circumstances of his disappearance?"

Chenelle answered while typing on the keyboard:

"The local law enforcement department in Las Vegas has some information, and I am collecting it."

"OK, good work."

Roan nodded and turned around to find Lacey and Winslow huddled together, whispering something.

Luo An was a little confused when he saw this:

"what are you guys saying?"

"Forehead……"

Winslow and Lacey looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and whispered:

“We found that people in the Christa family seem to like younger members of the opposite sex.

Like Lucille Christa and this male model, Lester Christa and Lexa O'Dell.

We were discussing, Seymour Christa, whether he would..."

Luo An's eyes flashed with a hint of speechlessness. Just as he was about to speak, Michelle next to him suddenly exclaimed:

"Everyone, I found something here!"

Hearing this, everyone present hurriedly gathered together, and Luo An asked:

"How to say?"

"I checked on Seymour Christa's emotional status."

Michelle tapped the keyboard a few times and explained:

“Then I found out he had divorced his wife eight months ago.

But during these eight months, he had an emotional connection with a female reporter named Igilia. "

Luo An thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and he asked:

"How is this female reporter doing now?"

Michelle swallowed, and the hairs all over her body stood up:

"Also missing."