Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 118: Timed Thermite Bomb

More than forty minutes later, Agent Nair from the Trace Examination Division walked out of the secondary bedroom.

"Hard work."

Seeing this, Luo An, who was searching for something in the kitchen, quickly walked over to shake hands with Agent Nair's plump hand and then asked with a stern expression:

"What is the identity of this corpse?"

Agent Nair's round face revealed a hint of a smile:

"Given the corpse is very well preserved, judging from the face alone, it should be the Ken Nuoli-Martin you mentioned."

Hearing this, Luo An nodded with a solemn expression and then continued to ask:

"What is the specific time of death for the body?"

"The exact time of death can only be known after the autopsy is completed."

Agent Nair laughed and then said:

"But based on my colleague's experience, the time of death for the body should be about three days ago.

As for the cause of death, there are strangulation marks on the body's neck, and we can preliminarily determine it was death by mechanical asphyxiation."

Saying this, Agent Nair took out a transparent evidence bag from behind, which contained a ball bearing that Luo An had previously found in the bedroom.

Seeing the ball bearing, Luo An's eyebrows raised:

"If I'm not mistaken, these items should be used to make a bomb, right?"

"Correct."

Agent Nair nodded and then said with a grave face:

"My colleague just detected traces of some special oily substances in the secondary bedroom.

Combined with these wires, ball bearings, and nails, my colleague believes that the person was trying to create a time-delayed thermobaric bomb."

Hearing the name of the time-delayed thermobaric bomb, Luo An raised his eyebrows.

It was one of the simple explosive devices made by the people resisting America in his previous life using tin can pull tabs.

"Alright, thank you."

After hearing Luo An's words, Agent Nair smiled and waved his hand, agreeing to go out for a drink together when there was a chance, then left the house with his colleagues and the corpse.

Ding-a-ling——

Just at this moment, Luo An's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's me, Reesi."

The voice over the phone was somewhat noisy, and after a door was closed, the noise faded away, and Reesi's voice came through:

"Half an hour ago, you asked me to go to the hospital where Martin works to investigate his specific situation, and I've almost finished the investigation."

"Hard work."

Luo An nodded and sat down on the sofa in the room, asking in a deep voice:

"What's the situation?"

"According to a few nurses who often went on ambulance calls with Martin, he hasn't shown up to work these days."

Reesi sounded quite annoyed over the phone:

"In reality, the one driving the ambulance was Martin's distant cousin, a middle-aged Caucasian male named Thomas."

Hearing this, Luo An frowned:

"What's the situation with this Thomas?"

"The nurses say that such swapping is common—if someone has personal matters, they just get a relative to cover for a few days, and the hospital doesn't care."

Reesi said with a displeased look:

"I reviewed the hospital surveillance footage over the past few days, and that Thomas never took off his mask on camera.

Later I asked the nurses, and they also haven't seen Thomas without a mask in the past few days, so they don't know what this Thomas actually looks like.

The only thing that's certain is that Thomas is not young, has a bit of a shrill voice, and his hair is somewhat long with quite a bit of gray."

"OK."

Writing down Reesi's description on a white paper, the two had a brief conversation and then hung up the phone.

Wan De, who had been waiting for a long time, saw this and pushed the door on the sofa aside, asking with a solemn face:

"Luo An, do you think this Thomas and Jacques are the same person?"

"No, they are definitely not the same person. This Thomas must be a helper that Jacques recruited.

And, this Thomas is very likely the one who tampered with Ivande's car and ultimately caused the accident."

Hearing Reesi's question, Luo An shook his head and explained:

"The CIA file on Jacques indicates that he is 36 years old, physically fit, with a crew cut, and no white hair."

Having said this, Luo An took Reesi to the kitchen, opened the cabinet door where the tableware was stored, and explained:

"I checked carefully just now, and there are two sets of tableware that have been used recently.

Martin has been dead for three days, so he couldn't have used them, which means the only people who could have used two sets are Jacques and Thomas."

"OK."

Reesi had also seen Luo An check the tableware earlier, then handed it over to the fingerprint analysis department, asking them to try and find fingerprints, so he continued to ask:

"What's our next step?"

"I have already asked William and his team to check the surveillance cameras around this building, and I expect the check will be complete in thirty minutes. At that time, we may see Thomas and Jacques."

Luo An passed the paper in his hand to Reesi, then propped his chin on his hand and pondered for a while, suddenly remembering something, he tilted his head towards Reesi and asked:

"By the way, when you were in this room earlier, did you find any credit cards?"

"NO."

Reesi shook his head.

"The fingerprint analysis department and I didn't find any either."

Seeing Reesi shake his head, Luo An's eyes lit up, and he took out his phone to call Mona.

"What's going on?"

Hearing Mona's question, Luo An didn't beat around the bush and said directly:

"Mona, check Martin's credit card records to see if there have been any recent transactions.

I suspect it is still in the hands of Jacques and Thomas."

If Jacques had indeed used Martin's credit card in the past couple of days, then Luo An and his team could find them as quickly as possible.

"OK."

Mona didn't hesitate and immediately started typing on the keyboard.

A few minutes later, Mona spread her hands and said into the phone:

"I'm sorry, Luo An, Martin's credit card has no transaction records these two days."

Listening to Mona's words over the phone, Reesi frowned tightly, Luo An pressed his forehead and thought for a moment, continuing to ask:

"What about before that? Did Martin buy anything unusual?"

"What kind of unusual are you referring to?"

Mona looked at the expense records on the computer, somewhat puzzled, and said:

"The consumption records this week show that Martin used his credit card to buy clothes, trousers, eat meals... Wait!"

Mona was speaking when she suddenly paused, and then shouted loudly:

"Luo An, Martin's credit card records show he bought an expensive backpack three days ago!"

"But we haven't found any backpack here!

And Martin is on his own, with no girlfriend and no relatives, why would he buy a backpack?"

Hearing Mona's words, Reesi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly turned his head to look at Luo An:

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"Agent Nair from the fingerprint analysis department said that the roller bearings in the spare bedroom could be used to make a timed incendiary bomb!

So this backpack must have been bought by Jacques and his team, with the purpose of making a backpack bomb!"

Luo An stroked his chin and slowly nodded:

"Highly likely!"

Hearing Luo An's affirmation, Reesi's mouth opened wide, his hands on his hips, revealing a triumphant smile.

"However."

Before Reesi had time to get too pleased, Luo An looked up in confusion and posed a question:

"Jacques and Thomas's actions are clearly motivated by revenge.

So if they are making a bomb, they must have a target they want to kill. Who could that target be?"

Reesi: "..."