Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 76: Fentanyl (Seeking Follow-up! Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Leaving the team leader's office, Luo An said Augustus had already notified the Organized Crime Investigation Division about the bomb, relieving the agents of team five who all breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone belongs to the FBI, and although not very acquainted, nobody wants to see their own people get injured or killed.

Just as everyone was returning to their seats, preparing to trace Sean's movements over the past month, Lied suddenly burst through the door of team five with a big smile and loudly announced:

"Great news, everyone! The transparent bag Luo An found at the crime scene has a partial fingerprint! According to the match, it's a complete fit with Sean's!"

During the initial phase of going undercover in the White Horse Gang, Sean was once put into jail with a minor charge arranged by Maren, so the police had Sean's fingerprints.

"Fantastic!"

"Well done!"

Upon hearing Lied's words, the agents of team five all clapped happily.

With this key evidence, all that remained was to wait for tomorrow's joint operation by the Organized Crime Division and the DEA to complete, then hand Sean over to team five, and then he could be sent to prison.

At this point, the "State Lake Serial Murder Case" was 80 percent solved. After a moment of jubilation, everyone went back to their seats and began...

Slacking off.

"Hard work, Lied."

Lied plopped down at his desk, and Luo An poured him a cup of coffee before jokingly asking:

"By the way, did the forensics team find out what was previously in that transparent bag?"

"It wasn't hard, just riding the elevator up and down."

Lied, who hadn't had the chance to drink any water, shook his head, gulped down the coffee which twisted his face with its bitterness but still responded:

"It wasn't rock sugar or conch, but fentanyl."

Fentanyl is an anesthetic painkiller, 80-100 times more potent than morphine and 50 times more than conch, highly toxic, yet several times cheaper than conch.

Therefore, after the year 2000, many gang members started cutting conch with fentanyl to increase addiction while reducing costs significantly.

Americans have been consuming flour for more than just a few days, and it's normal for doctors to prescribe painkillers whenever in doubt, so when Luo An heard that the bag contained fentanyl, he just shook his head and sat back down.

"Right, Luo An."

Just as he had sat down, Mona nearby handed over a folder to Luo An, tilting her head as she said:

"This is the document that the team supervisor Virene asked me to give you. Sorry, I've been busy all day, I forgot about it."

"No worries."

Taking the folder, Luo An opened it and realized, it was the bank robbery case that Broson had yet to resolve.

New York, this place of simple customs, experiences monthly bank robberies; citizens and bank staff have grown accustomed; if a robber comes, they hit the floor, as most robbers only take money, not lives.

NYPD, too, is accustomed; upon hearing of a bank robbery, they begin evacuating people, while contacting the FBI.

The FBI is even more used to it; after hearing the news, drive to the crime scene, monitor the robbers' escape routes on surveillance video.

If the robbers don't flee, but get trapped inside the bank, negotiate with them not to kill hostages, and figure out a way to catch or kill them.

According to records, from the beginning of last month to the past week this month, banks in Queens, Bronx, and Brooklyn District of New York City have suffered a total of 6 robberies.

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Some of the bank surveillance videos and statements from bank employees and New Yorkers who were conducting business at the banks during the robberies indicate that there were two robbers, both dressed in black clothes, black trousers, and wearing black masks and gloves.

One of the robbers fired a shot into the air upon entering the bank and held a cell phone in his other hand playing a pre-recorded message from a TV show, saying "Nobody move" and then approached the camera, spraying black paint to cover the lens.

The other robber, upon entering the bank, threw a black bag to a bank employee while holding a transparent document bag with newspaper clippings of text inside.

The text contained identity information about the bank staff and their family members, as well as a pre-recorded message on the phone:

"Put the money in the bag now. If you don't do as I say, try to hit the alarm, or dare to include a tracker, dye, or dye pack in the bag, someone will definitely kill you or your family later."

Seeing their own identity and family information, the bank employee became terrified and filled the bag obediently, not daring to make any sneaky moves.

Time passed by two and a half minutes, the robbery ended.

Regardless of whether the bags were full, the two robbers took them and ran off, not forgetting to take the transparent folder with them before they left.

Because the bank staff dared not press the alarm, the NYPD only learned about the robberies after the robbers had fled, and by the time the FBI arrived at the bank, the two robbers had long disappeared.

During the whole process, it was not that no bank security guards tried to stop them.

But the robber who was holding a cellphone and spraying black paint at the cameras always took a hostage, threatening the security guard with a recording on the phone:

"If you shoot, I'll shoot too."

Left with no choice, the security guards ultimately complied with the recorded message, handed over their firearms, and lay down on the ground.

Luo An: "..."

After reviewing the whole case, Luo An scratched his head, his face filled with confusion.

Has bank robbery become so intense these days?

"Isn't this the case that team leader Broson is currently in charge of?"

Mona, who was beside Luo An, saw him scratching his head and turned to glance at it, asking with confusion:

"Why, are you planning to get involved?"

This bank robbery case had recently become a hot topic, and everyone in the thirteen investigation teams knew that the person in charge of the case was team leader Broson from Team Fourteen.

Of course, they only knew these basic details and were unaware of the progress in solving the case, nor the fact that Broson was forced to set a deadline for cracking the case during a meeting.

"No, I'm just looking."

Hearing Mona's words, Luo An shook his head, then changed the subject, turned his head, and asked with a smile:

"By the way, are you free tonight?"

Mona was taken aback, a hint of caution appearing in her eyes: "What for?"

Luo An grinned, showing a sly smile as if rubbing his hands greedily: "I was thinking..."

—

In the depths of a street in Brooklyn District.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A burst of gunshots rang out, as Broson and Matthews, leading a few agents from Team Fourteen, successfully took down two black men shooting at them.

The two black men collapsed on the ground motionless, and Broson and Matthews, cautious with their pistols, went up to check and saw that the men had lost too much blood and passed out. Broson took a casual look, put away his pistol, and ordered:

"Call an ambulance."

"Okay, Sir."

The agents of Team Fourteen began cleaning up the scene and called for an ambulance, and just as Broson was about to discuss the next move in the investigation with Matthews, Matthews's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

Matthews casually answered the call and after a few seconds, his eyes revealed a touch of astonishment, and then with clenched jaw, he said solemnly:

"Okay, thanks for the information."

Seeing the expression on Matthews's face, Broson, who was organizing his pistol, frowned slightly: "What happened?"

After hanging up the call, Matthews took a deep breath, his voice a bit hoarse: "Sir, our colleagues from the Trace Examination Division told me that Team Five has found the culprit of the serial killings."

Upon hearing this, Broson's expression instantly darkened, and then he raised his pistol and fired at the trash in the nearby trash can.

Bang bang bang bang bang—

A few seconds later, after venting, Broson put away his pistol, took a deep breath to calm himself, and walked away in a different direction.

Matthews quickly followed: "Sir, what do we do next?"

Broson spoke in a cold voice, his words concise: "Solve the case! Arrest them!"