Legendary FBI Detective

Two days later, at 8:30 in the morning, in western Nevada, a few kilometers south of Wellington City.

On the roof of an uninhabited villa, Lacey held a telescope, looked at another villa in the distance, and complained speechlessly:

"I thought I saw a military base."

At the end of the target of the telescope, there is a villa with a similar structure to the one under Lacey's feet.

The difference is that the villa is luxuriously decorated, with lush vegetation, and the corridors, lawns, gates, and roofs are all filled with black people patrolling on time.

There are a lot of black guards, but it's unclear how many there are because they each have their own patrol area.

But Lacey only observed a dozen different faces for less than three minutes.

"The number of people has been found."

Not long after Lacey’s complaint passed, Chenelle, dressed in a suit and wearing glasses, disguised as a saleswoman, came over carrying a bag of food and said:

"I investigated the daily food supply in that villa, and the number of people was around 30."

"Fu-k!"

Lacey cursed in a low voice, put down the telescope and walked down from the roof. She looked at Luo An and Michelle who were sitting in front of the computer studying something in the room and said:

"More than 30 black mercenaries, wearing body armor and holding submachine guns in their hands... Hamid Hogan is so afraid of death? Otherwise, let's contact the army."

In the villa under Lacey's feet, apart from the five members of Investigation Team 13, there were only two SWAT teams with a total of 10 people.

15 vs. 30, children all know that the winning rate is not high, not to mention that the equipment of the black people on the opposite side is not worse than them.

"I have called for support, and three SWAT teams with a total of 30 people are on their way."

Luo An waved his hand to interrupt Lacey's suggestion, and then added:

"In addition, Hamid Hogan is probably not afraid of death, but is under house arrest."

"House arrest?"

Lacey and Chenelle were slightly startled:

"what happened?"

Michelle turned the computer around, showed it to the two girls, and explained:

"When Luo An asked Lacey to apply for a search warrant and arrest warrant, I found out that from the day Councilor Shermore and President Lucille disappeared, Hamid Hogan began to sell off assets and use various A way to raise money.”

Luo An added:

“Spending 300 million yuan to buy a piece of waste land will indeed strain the financial situation, but it can still last for a while.

But in just a few days, Hamid Hogan sold villas, luxury cars, stocks, bonds, and even borrowed a loan shark with compound interest.

All these actions can only mean one thing: he is not the owner of the $300 million. "

Lacey nodded suddenly:

"Three hundred million dollars is not a small amount. The owner behind it must be very angry. It is normal to imprison Hamid Hogan."

Cheniel thought for a while and added:

“I also found out another thing just now.

Several managers responsible for delivering food to the villa said they could not understand what the black people in the villa were saying and that they did not speak English. "

Lacey frowned slightly and guessed:

"Isn't it English? Is it French?"

"It's not French either, * # %￥*..."

Chenier said a few awkward words and shook her head:

“These were words that those managers had written down, and I had studied some French, and those words were not the way they were pronounced in French.”

“* # %￥*……”

Luo An repeated Cheniel's words, frowned and thought for a few seconds, and said:

"It seems to be one of the Niger-Congo languages ​​in Africa."

Hearing this, Michelle and Chenie looked at Roan with surprise, and Lacey also asked in disbelief:

"Do you still understand African languages?"

"I don't understand, I just have some understanding."

Luo An shook his head. He had learned some languages ​​by rote from Caroline before. Caroline, who was a conglomerate of Oriental languages, had also learned something about one of the largest language families in the world, the Niger-Congo language family. Luo An listened to her Said some relevant knowledge.

"Cool."

Lacey gave Luan a thumbs up with admiration, and then guessed:

"So, the man behind the imprisonment of Hamid Hogan, the real owner of the $300 million, is a rich man from Africa?"

"There are not many rich people in Africa, but there are many warlords of various kinds."

Luo An replied casually. At this moment, Winslow came up from the stairs and said seriously:

"Team leader, support has arrived."

"Good."

Luo An nodded with satisfaction and ordered:

"Michelle, stay at the villa and contact Customs and Border Protection to investigate the identities of the black mercenaries.

Lacey, Michelle, Winslow, grab your weapons and equipment and get ready for action! "

"Understood!" x4

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Half an hour later, four troop carriers slowly parked on the road in the distance and surrounded the target villa from four directions.

"Sniper operations suspended."

In a certain villa that was used as a temporary base, Luo An and others were studying the layout of the target villa. At this moment, the voice of a SWAT team member suddenly rang through the communicator in his ear, saying:

"The target villa has a commanding height, and there are suspected enemy snipers inside. I cannot reach the designated location."

"Sniper?!"

Hearing this word, the expressions of everyone in the temporary base suddenly changed. After carefully observing the layout of the target villa for a few seconds, a SWAT captain's expression suddenly turned cold:

"The roof in the upper right corner of the target villa is very suitable for snipers to hide. That location has a wide view. As long as the opponent is guarding there, it will be very difficult for us to attack from behind."

The face of Lacey next to her changed slightly, and she understood that the other party's words were true. She frowned and asked:

"Is there a suitable place nearby to deal with that sniper?"

The SWAT captain looked ugly:

"There is a location, but when our sniper arrives at that location, the enemy sniper can also see him. In the end, the two of them can only compete with their reaction speed to survive."

This one-for-one tactic made everyone look extremely ugly. Lacey, Winslow and others had no good solution, and finally turned their attention to Luo An.

"I'll take care of it."

Looking at the structural layout on the map, Luo An pondered for a few seconds and said directly without any nonsense:

"You guys are responsible for feinting in front to attract attention. I'll go in behind and kill the sniper."

"What?"

"But……"

Upon hearing this, several SWATs present were surprised. Winslow, Lacey and others' expressions changed and they subconsciously wanted to refute, but they were suppressed by Luo An.

After putting on his body armor, grabbing a sniper rifle and pistol, and loading up daggers, smoke bombs, and shock bombs, Luo An ordered sternly:

"start to act!"

"Understood!"xN

Everyone present was either in disbelief or nervous, but they still agreed loudly. Luo An picked up his weapon and rushed out quickly.

After receiving the clear order, a group of SWAT team members immediately ran out of the car with explosion shields in hand and rushed towards the target villa from all directions.

Seeing this scene, shouts suddenly rang out in the villa. A group of black mercenaries walked up to the predetermined position with weapons, pulled the triggers and fired bullets.

Bang bang bang——

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, shouts and firefights filled the entire area.

At the same time, in a corner behind the villa, Luo An silently lowered the body of a black mercenary to the ground.

Looking up at the top of the attic of the villa, wiping away a few drops of water stains from the corner of his mouth from the potion he just drank, Luo An smiled slightly. He looked like a ghost and successfully sneaked into the villa without attracting anyone's attention.

boom! boom!

At the top of the attic of the villa, a sniper, who was all black and could only see his eyes and teeth, fired two shots in a row, but failed to hit the target he wanted to kill. He suddenly cursed a few African curse words in a low voice with a look of displeasure on his face.

Because they were ordered to temporarily feign an attack and learned of the presence of a sniper, the SWAT team members who fired were always paying great attention to their own protection while firing.

" # ￥%*!"

Another shot failed, and the black sniper's temper suddenly became even more violent:

"These damn guys..."

After replacing a new bullet, the black sniper was about to shoot when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing on the back of his neck.

The black sniper's hair stood on end and his pupils shrank. Just as he was about to stand up, a greeting suddenly rang in his ears:

"Hello, Mr. Sniper."