Legendary FBI Detective

Lacey's tone was very exciting. Roan and Chenelle looked at each other and immediately moved their chairs next to her:

"What's new?"

"It's counterfeit money from Washington, D.C."

Like Chenelle, Lacey showed the computer screen to Luo An and explained seriously:

"I first worked with Mona to investigate the interpersonal relationships between Giannido and his cronies. Mona found some information, but I found almost nothing.

So I changed my mind. Giannido’s ultimate goal in buying those counterfeit bills must be to spend them.

We found half a million US dollars in the secret room. In addition to this half a million US dollars, might Giannido also send counterfeit bills to other underground casinos, bars and other places owned by the Giannido gang. "

"You mean, the half-million dollars was not the only counterfeit money Giannido bought?"

Chenelle frowned slightly, understanding what Lacey meant, but then she remembered something and said:

"But when the Giannido gang was destroyed, not a single counterfeit money was found in the Trace Inspection Department at other gang locations... Lacey, do you suspect that the Trace Inspection Department missed something?"

"No."

Lacey shook her head, with a proud smile on her face, and then explained:

"I believe there is no problem with the Trace Inspection Department.

Since there is no problem in the trace examination department, it means that Giannido only bought half a million dollars in counterfeit banknotes. Before he could spend it, the gang itself was destroyed by our team. "

Cheniel frowned even more tightly:

"Lacie, what exactly do you want to say?"

Without waiting for Lacey to answer, Luo An took over her analysis and explained with a smile:

"Lacey wanted to say that since Giannido's gang only bought half a million dollars in counterfeit bills and didn't have time to spend them, there should be no other counterfeit bills on the market in Washington, D.C.

If other counterfeit banknotes appear on the market, there are two possibilities:

Either the person selling counterfeit money used the counterfeit money himself; or the person selling counterfeit money sold the counterfeit money in his hand to someone other than Giannido. "

Snapped--

Lacey snapped her fingers, looked at Chenelle with a smile, and said:

"Sure enough, Luo An and I are the only smartest people in the special investigation team."

Chenier rolled her eyes, was too lazy to respond to this conversation, and asked directly:

"So, Lacey, have you discovered other counterfeit bills on the market?"

"You guessed it right!"

Lacey nodded, turned around, found two pieces of paper among the messy folders on her desk, handed them to Roan and Chenelle, and said:

"I contacted the Washington, D.C., police department and asked if they had received any reports related to counterfeit money in the past two years."

Chenelle looked at the information on the paper carefully. Records showed that in the past two years, Washington, D.C., had received hundreds of police reports related to counterfeit banknotes.

Most of the counterfeit banknotes found by the police when they went to the scene had a relatively low level of counterfeiting, and some of them could tell something was wrong at a glance.

Until a few days ago, the police department received an alarm from a store, saying that they had received a high-grade counterfeit banknote that was basically invisible to the naked eye and could only be detected by a banknote detector.

"The time when this counterfeit banknote appeared..."

Seeing the alarm time on the paper, Chenier was stunned for a moment:

"The day before we busted the Giannido gang?"

Luo An looked at the relevant information in the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly:

“The amount this time was very small, just 20 US dollars… In other words, the person who used this counterfeit bill either received it from the person who sold the counterfeit bill without knowing it at all.

Or, this guy is actually the person selling counterfeit money! "

Chenelle's eyes lit up instantly, and Winslow, Michelle and Mona, who had been listening quietly next to them, also looked excited. Roan immediately asked:

"Lacie, who is the guy who used this counterfeit $20 bill? Have you found out?"

"not yet."

Lacey spread her hands and shook her head, saying that as soon as she checked this, she told her findings.

Luo An didn't care either. He turned to look at Mona. Before he could speak, Mona understood what he meant and immediately turned around and started typing on the keyboard.

Mona's fingers flew like snakes on the keyboard, and soon the lunch purchased over the phone was delivered to the office. When Winslow distributed the food to everyone, Mona suddenly stopped and said loudly:

"Everyone, I found that guy on the surveillance camera!"

"very good."

Luo An brought a box of meat and vegetable food to Mona and said with a smile:

"Eat first, and after filling your stomach, we will summarize this guy's name, address and other information, and let's go have a chat with him."

"OK!"

At 1:30 that afternoon, Luo An and Chenier led several SWAT team members to find the suspect named Octavia that Mona had found.

After a brief inquiry, Octavius ​​told everything he knew. He was not a counterfeit banknote seller. The counterfeit U.S. dollar was just a piece of money he received by mistake from someone else when he was buying something.

Luo An was sure that the other party was telling the truth, so he led Cheniel and others to the supermarket that Octavius ​​mentioned.

The supermarket owner had no idea about this. He rarely sent the change one by one to the banknote detector for inspection. When there were many people and busy people, he would directly exchange the change from the previous customer to the next customer. He Banknotes here are very liquid.

Luo An was not surprised by this, so he asked the supermarket owner to take out all the surveillance cameras of the recent period and bring them back to the special investigation team for closer inspection.

Fortunately, when Octavian went shopping, there was not a lot of traffic in the supermarket, and Luo An and the others quickly found the person who gave the counterfeit money to the supermarket owner.

Luo An and Mona frowned when they saw each other's faces clearly. It was the white young man who attempted robbery last night and was killed by the old man with a gun.

"Good evening, we meet again."

At 6:30 p.m., in the interrogation room of a police station in Washington, D.C., Luo An and Mona sat side by side. A white young man sat opposite them, with helplessness written on his face:

"Mr. Agent, isn't it just a robbery? Besides, I haven't succeeded yet. As for the FBI, are you looking for me?"

"The fact that we are looking for you this time has nothing to do with your failed robbery yesterday."

Luo An opened Mona's laptop and said with a smile:

"Martin Torres, 29 years old, unemployed, went to prison for smoking and selling flour, and was just released from prison two years ago..."

After briefly reading Martin's identity information, Luo An smiled and said:

"Why, after learning new techniques in prison, Martin won't sell flour this time, but instead sells counterfeit banknotes?"

"Me? Selling counterfeit money?"

Martin's eyes widened in disbelief, and Luo An didn't explain much and directly showed him the supermarket surveillance video.

"NO, NO, NO..."

After watching the surveillance video, Martin's eyelids twitched, he waved his hands and shook his head:

"I have never sold counterfeit money. Don't accuse me wrongly. I have nothing to do with this kind of thing."

Mona narrowed her eyes slightly, but Luo An still had a smile on his face, and then asked:

"Then where did you get this counterfeit money?"

"how could I know?"

Martin spread his hands, widened his eyes, and the expression on his face was full of innocence:

"Everything costs money these days, who would bother to remember which bill came from where."

Luo An nodded slightly:

"That makes sense."

"That's what it is."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to continue saying something, Luo An turned to Mona and said:

"Go and complete the formalities. We'll take this guy to FBI headquarters."

Martin: "?!"