Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 75: Gratitude (Seeking Follow-up! Seeking Monthly Votes!)

"But why would Sean make bombs?"

After listening to Luo An's description, Mona asked with some confusion:

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"Isn't he undercover?"

"Who knows?"

Luo An shook his head, turned to look at Mona, and asked with a grave expression:

"I don't remember seeing this mentioned in Agent Maren's undercover records for this month."

Mona ran back to her seat, carefully checked the files on her computer, and then nodded:

"Yeah."

Hearing the affirmative response, Luo An did not hesitate and immediately walked into the team leader's office.

"What's up?"

Augustus, who was looking down at his documents, looked up in surprise at Luo An, who had entered his office without knocking.

But after hearing Luo An's speculation, Augustus's expression immediately turned serious:

"Are you sure Sean bought those cellphones to make bombs?"

"No, I'm not sure."

Luo An's words made Augustus frown with annoyance, but Luo An continued:

"However, it's better to believe that it's true than false.

I remember you just told me that the FBI's Organized Crime Investigation Department and the DEA are conducting an operation against the Hyena Gang tomorrow. If their source of information is Sean, then..."

"Then the loss to the Organized Crime Investigation Department would be huge."

Augustus nodded, knowing that Dillon from the Organized Crime Department was also at the Columbus Foundation, and without wasting another word, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed Dillon.

"There's such a thing?"

After listening to Augustus's account, Dillon, who was sitting in the conference room discussing the operation plan for the next day with his team members, became as restless as if his buttocks were on fire and could not sit still any longer.

After a few seconds of silence, Dillon gestured for Augustus to hang up the phone for a few minutes and then pressed another number to call the DEA's operation leader for tomorrow.

Inside the office of the Unit 5 team leader, Luo An and Augustus exchanged a look and silently picked up their coffee cups, taking a moment to sip.

After a while, Augustus's phone rang again.

"I really owe you one, Augustus."

Dillon on the other end of the phone had clearly just completed a heated debate and was still sounding a bit choppy:

"The joint operation tomorrow by the DEA is not based on the information provided by Sean, but they also didn't know about Sean buying cellphones..."

After briefly explaining the situation, Dillon's tone was very serious and sincere:

"Augustus, I'm in your debt this time."

If it weren't for Augustus informing him, the FBI would be caught off guard in the joint operation with the DEA tomorrow, anybody's guess how many agents would die, and Dillon's career would be over.

"Just treat me to a drink later."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Augustus laughed, then looked at Luo An and said with a smile:

"However, the tip-off this time was discovered by one of my subordinates, an agent named Luo An Greenwood. He's one of us, and when it's time for drinks, I'll bring him along; don't be upset."

"The Luo An Greenwood who used a pen to kill a serial murderer and was on the New York Daily a few days ago?"

Hearing Augustus's words, Dillon's eyes lit up, he waved his hand as if to say drinking was no big deal, and then mentioned that his investigation team was a bit short-staffed and wondered if Luo An could come help them for a few days.

"Let's get in touch later."

Augustus chuckled, completely ignoring Dillon's suggestion, and promptly hung up the phone.

"Old drunk."

Hearing the dial tone from the phone, Dillon grinned, walked out of his office, and shouted to his agents:

"Thanks to those unreliable DEA guys, let's redraft the operation plan for tomorrow!"

"Yes, sir!"

——

In a distant office of the DEA's New York Branch, group leader Meldon snatched up the documents from the desk and violently threw them at Agent Maren.

"FU-K YOU! Maren!"

Fury rose in Meldon's eyes as he pointed at Maren and cursed loudly:

"What the hell are your undercover agents doing?"

What infuriated Meldon wasn't the possibility of Maren's undercover agents turning traitor. Here at the DEA, he was accustomed to the not infrequent death, betrayal, or disappearance of undercover agents.

What truly enraged Meldon was that he wasn't informed of the matter by his own team, nor by any other colleagues within DEA.

Instead, it was those people from the FBI calling to ask him if such an incident had occurred.

Their FBI agents are too precious to die from a misinformation like DEA agents...

This was a disgrace that had spread into other departments!

"Sorry, boss."

Knowing well Meldon's temperament and seeing the anger on his face, Maren didn't argue further but spoke in a grave tone:

"I'll redo the psychological assessments for my undercover agents..."

"Screw your damn psychological assessments!"

Hearing this, Meldon glared at Maren once again.

Normally, to join departments like the FBI, CIA, NSA and become a new employee, one must undergo a series of evaluations including background checks, professional assessments, lie detector tests, and psychological assessments. Failing any one of these would mean not being hired.

But the DEA is different.

Even if you are bankrupt, economically troubled, have an unsuitable family background, fail the lie detector test, or even have connections to gang members, you could still be employed as a new agent at the DEA.

For a simple reason – such people are often sent by the DEA to other countries, like those south of the federation, to infiltrate undercover.

Someone with a clean, unblemished record couldn't possibly penetrate the circles involved in trafficking powder in those southern federal countries.

Therefore, when selecting undercover agents domestically, the DEA does not pay much attention to the aforementioned evaluations.

The so-called psychological assessment is often no more than a DEA agent and an undercover agent standing together, having a smoke, and a chat.

Taking a deep breath, Meldon sat back down in his chair, his eyes fixed on Maren as he asked:

"Did you tell that undercover agent of yours about tomorrow's operation?"

"No, but..."

Upon hearing this, Maren immediately shook his head, attempted to say something but ultimately negated:

"Sean doesn't know about it."

"Good."

Meldon exhaled in relief, and while organizing the documents on his desk, he said with gravity:

"Redefine tomorrow's operation plan, taking into account the uncertainty of the Hyena Gang possibly having remote-controlled bombs. We at DEA can't have agents dying due to misinformation!"

"Yes, boss."

Maren nodded and left the office.

Once the office door was closed, Maren's expression immediately darkened, and he muttered through clenched teeth:

"Damn it, Sean, and those people from the FBI..."

——

"Good job, Luo An."

After hanging up the phone, Augustus grinned broadly.

"It isn't just my merit, sir."

Shaking his head, Luo An spoke solemnly, "Sean buying the phone was discovered by William. The archives were investigated by Mona. I just deduced that they might have been making a bomb."

"Good!"

Augustus's smile widened upon hearing Luo An's words.