Legendary FBI Detective

"I was indeed the last person to see Councilman Emmanuel," said a middle-aged white man in a suit in a room of the Brooklyn District government building, nodding in response after hearing Luo An and Mona's purpose:

"Yesterday's speech by Councilman Emmanuel at the square, I also helped organize it with a few colleagues."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Dominic."

Putting the gold FBI badge back into his pocket, Luo An sat opposite Dominic and asked:

"As far as I know, you are the security consultant of Councilman Emmanuel's team. Do you have any suspects for yesterday's tragedy?"

Each federal council member has a team behind them, responsible not only for the council member's personal and financial affairs but also for their personal safety and public image.

Dominic, as the council member's security consultant, is bound to have a tough time after Emmanuel was burned alive with a Molotov cocktail.

So, upon hearing Luo An's question, he immediately started searching through his desk and handed a stack of documents to Mona next to him, his face grave:

"These are the death threats against Councilman Emmanuel we received before the speech yesterday, a total of fifty-four."

"..."

Looking at the pile of death threat information in her arms, Mona's mouth twitched, and Luo An's eyelids twitched as well, asking:

"With so many death threats, why did you still agree to Councilman Emmanuel's schedule yesterday?"

"It was a strong demand from Councilman Emmanuel."

Dominic's face was full of regret, indicating that he was just an advisor, and it was difficult for them to stop the council member from doing certain things if he insists.

"OK."

Glancing at a piece of paper and seeing it contained some individuals' identity information, after some thought, Luo An continued:

"Right, list all the political organizations that Emmanuel has been in contact with recently, whether friendly or hostile, and then give me specific information about them."

"No problem!"

More than an hour later, Luo An and Mona placed two large cardboard boxes full of files into the back of the SUV.

"Phew—"

Mona straightened up her back, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and after sitting in the passenger side, turned to Luo An and asked:

"Luo An, do you collect information on these political organizations because you think the killer might be from one of them?"

"It's possible."

Starting the SUV and driving out of the parking lot, Luo An pointed to a group of protestors not far away in the square, holding signs with various skin tones but no yellow, loudly protesting, and replied:

"Look at those people; their eyes are full of anger.

Every politician's views and words get labeled and then amplified and attacked by their opponents, especially someone as extremely conservative as Emmanuel.

To these incited people, filled with radical thoughts, killing someone is nothing short of trivial, mere idealists."

Through the car window, looking at the protestors on the square holding a multitude of signs like "Against Discrimination," "Cut Government Spending," "President Go To Hell," Mona opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Glancing at Mona, who was silent and understanding but not quite getting it, Luo An's expression remained unchanged, yet he shook his head internally and silently pressed on the accelerator, leaving the place.

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Soon, Luo An and Mona arrived at the base of a political organization that Dominic had marked out as the one he most suspected.

The "base" was, in reality, a two-story building, and a sign on the door indicated that it was a small press agency.

The day before Councilman Emmanuel was burned to death, this press had published an article titled "Councilman Emmanuel Should Be Burned Alive on the Spot."

After parking the car, pushing open the door, and entering the press, showing their gold badges and identifying themselves, Luo An and Mona managed to meet the owner and leader of this press-cum-political organization.

A middle-aged black man with natural curls, Cody.

Luo An didn't beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

"Just call me Cody."

Pouring Luo An and Mona two cups of coffee, Cody smiled and replied,

"You're right. My newspaper did publish such an article."

"No, not just your newspaper."

Hearing this, Mona shook her head, placed the newspaper on the table, and locked eyes intensely with the other party,

"The byline at the end of this article, the author is you."

"...Okay, I did write that article."

Seeing the cold look in Luo An's eyes, Cody fell silent for a moment, nodded in acknowledgment, then spread his hands:

"But the content inside is merely a metaphor. Emmanuel Bain is trash, opposes racial equality, so isn't it normal for me, as a black man, to detest him?"

As he said this, Cody noticed that the expressions on Luo An and Mona's faces remained stern and serious, causing him to silently curse twice. He then explained in a low voice,

"Both of you, Emmanuel Bain's death really has nothing to do with me, and I truly don't know what's going on with that.

To be honest, insulting Emmanuel Bain was just to mobilize those people, to establish an enemy.

This way, not only can I attract their donations, but I can also increase my newspaper's sales."

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"..."

Mona frowned upon hearing this while Luo An nodded.

Political leanings are one thing, but nothing is more important than making money.

Turning to glance at the busy staff behind him, Luo An continued to ask:

"Then, within your organization, are there any members who are more inclined to solve problems through violence?"

"Indeed there are, but they have all left since I don't allow such behavior."

Cody chuckled, indicating he isn't one of those idealists; he is very practical, shouting slogans, and cursing councilmen were purely for making money.

"Good."

Seeing the smile on Cody's face, Luo An also smiled:

"So, could you give me a list of names and information of those who want to stir up trouble?"

"No."

Cody shook his head repeatedly, indicating it was a matter of privacy.

"Alright, then let me change the way I ask."

Luo An's smile broadened, and his tone became even friendlier:

"Give me their information right now, or else I'll go get a search warrant, seize all the facilities of your newspaper, and thoroughly investigate the financial situation of your newspaper."

"..."

Hearing this, an expression of sudden stiffness appeared on Cody's face.

A few minutes later, Luo An walked out of the newspaper office holding several folders, with Mona following silently behind, clutching a computer.

"What's going on, Mona?"

Luo An opened the door, letting Mona come out, then smiled and asked:

"Why are you not saying anything?"

Mona sighed and replied,

"I..."

Just as Mona began to speak, that feeling of urgency under her rear flared up again, Luo An's pupils contracted, he quickly grabbed Mona's arm and pulled her into his embrace, swiftly ducking behind a parked sedan.

The next second, a gray car sped down the road, and several large bottles were thrown directly from the vehicle towards their direction.