Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 54: Lot No. 113 (Please Follow! Please Recommend!)
"I have to verify the authenticity of this matter, Luo An."
After listening to Luo An's narrative, Vireness closed her eyes with a heavy expression, massaged her temples with her right hand for a while, then opened her eyes and said to Luo An:
"Regarding the contact named Daisy, have Lydia write down everything she knows and give it to me. I'll find a way to check out the specifics about the other party."
"Yes, Chief."
Luo An nodded, took the paper and pen, and turned to leave the study.
He knew how difficult this matter was, since the other party was a high-ranking official in the NSA, the National Security Agency of America.
A bar owner trying to bring down a top executive of a well-known intelligence unit within the Federation Government...
In a magical country like America, where no corruption exists and all are legitimate political contributions, the chances of success might even be lower than Luo An's chances of successfully running for President.
But the matter still had to be reported. Since Luo An learned of it from Lydia, he also had the reason to be silenced by the high-ranking officials of the NSA.
Although Luo An had a system and felt he probably wouldn't die anytime soon, he didn't want to become a 007, monitored by governments around the world.
And end up being caught, taken to a lab, for three connections, two checks, and one research.
However, Luo An wasn't panicking. After several observations, he noticed that Vireness's background was not simple.
The current time was 2005, and for Vireness to become a team leader in the male-dominated FBI as a woman, no fool would believe she had no background at all.
Having seen a signal jammer under her desk earlier, Luo An felt even more confident in his judgment.
Although he didn't know what background Vireness had, the fact that she didn't immediately order him to forget everything and act as if it never happened, but instead decided to verify the authenticity of the matter, assured him.
A slight smile crossed Luo An's lips. This matter was steady.
Let the big shots deal with the big shots. The struggles between parties and departments were not for him to meddle in.
As an ordinary FBI agent, pursuing tangible benefits was the king's way.
Minutes later, Luo An placed the information about 'Daisy' that Lydia had provided on the desk, and Virene nodded, indicating for Luo An to go out and wait for a moment.
Closing the brown box, Virene composed the information about 'Daisy' into an email and sent it to the Team 2 leader who was on shift today at the FBI New York Branch building, instructing him to investigate the identity of the individual with utmost speed and confidentiality.
Thirty minutes later, the encrypted information about 'Daisy' was sent to Vireness's computer.
Seeing that an elderly woman was shot in the forehead and killed instantly in a car in a garage, with none of her apartment's belongings missing, yet the case was ruled by the Los Angeles Police Department as a home-invasion robbery, Vireness's eyes narrowed slightly.
After pondering for a moment, she bent down to pick up a black brick phone and dialed a number.
"Why are you making this call, Vireness?"
At the FBI Washington Headquarters, the elderly Caucasian Mr. Clement saw the brick phone handed to him by his secretary and sat up straight with a serious expression.
But after hearing that it was Virene on the other end, Mr. Clement said very annoyed:
"Do you know what this call represents? All for an agent?"
"No, it's the NSA."
Virene, without wasting words, repeated the entire event from the third-person perspective as told by Luo An, and finally said with a serious expression:
"That's the situation, I'll send the information to you later. Mr. Clement, the NSA has crossed the line this time."
The NSA, the National Security Agency of America, is subordinate to the Department of Defense, its work involves monitoring radio broadcasts, communications, and the internet.
The FBI, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, is subordinate to the Department of Justice, with counter-terrorism, counter-espionage, and criminal investigations as its functions.
"You're right, someone did cross the line."
After listening to Virene's account, Mr. Clement narrowed his eyes and took a moment to ponder, considering which high-ranking NSA official might be behind this, while also thinking about how this could help his own career.
Perhaps taking it a step further.
Do not think that the various intelligence organizations within America are harmoniously united; in fact, they often can't stand each other and want to monopolize power.
Who among the high ranks of the intelligence department wouldn't want to become Edgar Hoover.
"This matter was handled very well, Vireness."
After much thought, Clement decided to visit the NSA head in the White House tomorrow, and then he said with great satisfaction over the phone:
"Truly a member of the Clement family, even being a woman, you are stronger than men from other families."
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"It wasn't me who investigated this matter, Mr. Clement."
Hearing the words from the other end of the phone, Virene scoffed and said:
"It was that agent Luo An who you refused to add to the foundation, claiming he wasn't qualified, who investigated it."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Clement fell silent for a moment, and then shook his head with a smile:
"Vireness, I know you appreciate Luo An Greenwood, but lying is not a good habit.
You should know that forcibly elevating someone to a high position without the corresponding capabilities will only result in them becoming the mire under everyone's feet."
Virene did not waste words, and directly stated:
"The case was discovered by Luo An."
"..."
"The witness was found by Luo An."
"..."
"The other party applied for witness protection and agreed to testify in court because they were persuaded by Luo An."
"Alright, Vireness, no need to say more, I believe you."
At the Washington Headquarters, Clement, very annoyed, tapped his head and with a complicated expression, finally sighed and said:
"I promise you, I will approve Luo An Greenwood's application to join the Columbus Foundation right away, and will also upgrade his rank to that of a senior agent, will that suffice?"
"That's still not enough, Mr. Clement."
Hearing the sigh from the other end of the phone, Vireness's lips curled upward, feeling very pleased.
Recalling Luo An mentioning during the case briefing that he neither had a car nor a home, Virene's eyelids twitched and she said:
"A few days ago, the FBI announced an internal auction of criminals' stolen goods. I remember there is a small apartment in Greenwich Village in Manhattan valued at 900,000; how about selling it to agent Luo An for 500,000?"
"NO! That joke isn't funny, Vireness."
Hearing this, Clement immediately raised his voice and decisively refused:
"That apartment's market value is over 1.2 million, and pricing it at 900,000 is already the limit of the benefits the FBI provides to its internal staff, 500,000, absolutely not... How about 800,000?"
"500,000, let's settle on that. I will inform Luo An later, and if he wants to buy it, I will call you."
Knowing the ins and outs, Vireness curled her lips and hung up the phone without another word.
"Damn it, to actually extort one's own uncle!"
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Clement grimaced, taking several deep breaths to suppress the irritation in his heart.
However, 500,000 was also the starting bid for the apartment; Clement wasn't at a loss, just didn't make any money from it.
Of course, for some people, not making money is equivalent to a loss.
After a long silence, Clement stood up and left the office, tossing his bulky cell phone into his secretary's arms after pushing open the door, and said in a deep voice:
"Prepare the car, I'm going to the White House office... Also, temporarily remove item number 113 from the auction list; someone will contact you to buy it later."
The secretary nodded, accustomed to such matters:
"Understood, Chief."
