MTL - Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 137 pulled out from behind
Chapter 137 Pulled out from behind the ass...
Sure enough, the next second, the bullets fired here stopped, and the figure of the white man receded back.
Lacy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, and was just about to move to Roan's side, but saw Roan, like a pitch-black cheetah, jumping and galloping in the direction of the opponent's shooting, and approached at a very fast speed.
Glanced at the complex terrain, covered with shelves and all kinds of messy items on the ground, and then looked at the back of Roan who disappeared in an instant, Lacey and several SWAT team members suddenly expressed doubts about life:
With such heavy clothes and so many obstacles on the ground, how did he run so fast? !
Glancing at the messy obstacles in the warehouse, Roan instantly outlined the best route to the side of the enemy's hiding place in his mind.
Then the strength in his body exploded, Roan moved forward quickly in the most suitable posture, and rushed towards his target location.
The sound of vibrating wind rang in his ears, and a strange energy burst out from his abdomen. Roan felt that his heart was like a high-pressure water pump, pumping energy continuously to all parts of his body.
"Damn the FBI!"
Because he appeared on his side, surrounded by SWAT team members, the white man cursed the guy who gave the order in a low voice, and then immediately retreated towards the back shelf.
He doesn't panic because he has backhands.
Just at the end of this warehouse, there is a workbench, where there are many bombs he just finished.
As long as he runs there and comes into contact with those bombs, then these swat players can only obediently obey his orders and leave the factory building.
And this factory building has other exits, he believes that he can take this opportunity to escape smoothly.
The white man just turned around when he suddenly heard a whistling wind behind him.
He turned his head in a low mood, and suddenly saw a dark figure rushing towards him like lightning.
"Fu-k! What monster?!"
The white man's eyes showed shock and panic for a moment, and he subconsciously prepared to raise the gun in his hand and pull the trigger towards the figure.
But just as he was about to raise his pistol, the right hand of the pitch-black figure suddenly burst into dazzling light in the darkness.
boom! boom! boom!
Three gunshots sounded, and the white man instantly felt a sharp pain in his right hand holding the gun and his two thighs.
But before the white man could scream, Roanna's dark figure had already rushed in front of him, kicking the white man's chest with his powerful right foot.
Boom—
A sharp pain came from his chest, and the white man flew upside down in an instant.
After knocking down several shelves, the white man lay in a pile of goods, his body shook, his head tilted, and he passed out instantly.
"Fu-k!"
"Thank you for the great gift!"
"Jesus!"
Roan rushed here, shot and kicked people for only a few seconds, and surrounded this position. Several groups of SWAT players who were lucky enough to see the whole process were shocked and screamed.
Then he looked at Roan in awe.
The United States is a country that puts the rules of the weak and the strong on the bright side, such as school violence incidents of bullying the weak, and the social phenomenon that quarterbacks generally have more girlfriends.
It is a habit of some Americans to maintain an attitude of reverence for the strong, especially for violent institutions such as SWAT.
Roan's speed, strength and marksmanship instantly conquered this group of SWAT players.
Seeing the amazed eyes of these SWAT players, Roan smiled and waved his hands, then hurriedly walked up to the white man, checking his face and body for injuries.
The white man is none other than Lindrow Jacob.
Just then, Lacey walked over quickly.
She was also very shocked by Roan's actions just now, but she also made a good discovery just now.
Lacey walked up to Roan, took out a notebook from behind her buttocks, and said with a serious face:
"Roan, I just found a computer not far away.
I checked carefully, and this computer is full of emails threatening Congressman Matai. "
“.”
Seeing Lacey's actions, and remembering that she had always miraculously pulled out a bunch of cosmetics before, Roan fell silent for a moment.
After a long time, he raised his head and asked with a serious face:
"Lacey, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you."
"what is the problem?"
"Where did you hide the item?"
—
That afternoon, investigation team No. 5, interrogation room.
Bandaged Lindrow was sitting in a wheelchair, and his uninjured left hand was firmly cuffed to the table in front of him.
The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, Roan was holding a cup of coffee, and Mona came in with a laptop in her arms.
The two sat on the chair opposite Lindro. After Mona finished preparing, Roan grinned and said:
"Good afternoon, Lindlow."
Lin Deluo didn't speak, his face was livid, and he looked at Roan with an unusually cold gaze.
"OK."
Roan took a sip of coffee indifferently, then stopped talking nonsense, and asked directly:
"Tell me, why did you kill Congressman Ma Tai?
Also, how did you get the bomb into the Jacobs Federal Building? "
"Fu-kyou! I didn't kill Mr. Matai!"
Hearing what Roan said, Lindro twitched the corner of his mouth, and then roared loudly:
"I didn't do that bombing! I don't even know what happened!"
"Yeah?"
Roan raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Mona. Seeing this, Mona immediately turned the laptop in her hand and said in a cold voice:
"We found a large pile of bombs made of the same material as the bombing case in your warehouse.
And in your computer, you found an email that insulted Congressman Ma Tai and claimed that he would be killed by a bomb. "
Hearing that the material of the bomb in the bombing case was the same as that of the bomb he made, Lindrow's pupils shrank suddenly.
After a few seconds of silence, he shouted:
"Those emails aren't called insults, OK? That's called satire!"
Roan waved his hand: "A program like 'Saturday Night Live' should be called satirical art, and yours is pure insult and threat."
Lindlow was furious: "You"
"Don't shout so loudly, Lindlow."
As soon as the other party started talking, Roan stretched out his little finger and dug his ears, and said with a smile:
"The doctor said that your chest injury is serious, and you keep yelling like this. You may have internal bleeding later."
“.”
Hearing this, Lindro's face flushed instantly, and his lungs were about to explode.
Sonof, than eat!
Why does my chest hurt? It's not because of you!
"Okay, Lindlow."
Drank the coffee on the table in one gulp, Roan's face became serious instantly, crossed his hands in front of him, and said in a cold voice:
"Now, we found the bomb, the mail, and two key pieces of evidence with you.
If you still insist that this bombing has nothing to do with you, then give us a reason to convince us!
Otherwise, when you go to court, do you think the jury will believe you? "
"I"
Hearing this, Lindrow, who had been in prison for a period of time before, turned dark instantly.
The interrogation room was quiet for a moment. Seeing Lindro lowering his head, his face turned red and then pale but he just didn't speak. Roan slapped the table for the last time and said softly:
"Congratulations, Lindlow, this is first-degree murder.
I wish you the best of luck in the rest of your life in prison. "
"No!"
Seeing that Roan and Mona got up and were about to leave the interrogation room, Lindro cursed a few times in a low voice, and finally said in a low voice:
"I have evidence, I know who did it!"
Hearing Lindro's words, the corners of Roan's mouth curled slightly, and Mona also showed a smile in her eyes, and at the same time gave Roan a thumbs up in a direction that Lindro could not see.
(end of this chapter)
