Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 828 - 830: The Story of Unlucky Martin

Hearing Luo An's words, Mona didn't hesitate for a moment. She stood up and was ready to leave, causing Martin's face to change dramatically. He quickly called out:

"Wait! You can't take me to the FBI headquarters and pin this on me!

I told you, I really don't know what happened with that counterfeit bill!"

Martin's shout was loud, and his tone was filled with genuine emotion, making it seem like he was truly being wronged.

Mona... she didn't even glance at him, leaving the interrogation room without looking back.

Seeing this, Martin became even more anxious and hurriedly said to Luo An:

"Agent, I really don't know..."

"No need to panic, Martin."

Luo An closed Mona's laptop and smiled:

"My name is Luo An Greenwood, just an ordinary group leader of a special investigation team. Regarding this case..."

Before he could finish, Martin's face was suddenly filled with astonishment as he exclaimed:

"You're Luo An Greenwood?"

Luo An was taken aback for a moment, then his smile became even more amiable:

"You've heard of my story?"

There was a slight issue with this question, but Martin didn't notice.

Once he confirmed that the ordinary-looking guy in front of him was indeed Group Leader Luo An Greenwood, his face alternately turned red and white, and beads of sweat slowly began to form on his forehead.

Not long after, Mona returned to the interrogation room with a document. Seeing this, Martin let out a long sigh and slumped into the chair, his voice much lower than before:

"I'll talk, I'll say everything. I do know about the counterfeit bill."

A trace of astonishment flashed in Mona's eyes. She hadn't actually gone to get an application; she had been standing by the door, waiting. Luo An's words were part of a prearranged interrogation technique.

While standing at the door, Mona had heard the conversation inside, knowing that Luo An hadn't said much. Upon hearing Luo An's name, Martin chose to confess everything.

Mona was quite shocked by this. She looked at Luo An in surprise. Could it be that Luo An merely needed to use his name now, and that would be enough to get criminals to talk?

Martin was actually very helpless about this. Having been in the underworld for so long, he had heard of the reputation of the special investigation team led by Luo An, and their astonishing 100% case closure rate.

The name Luo An Greenwood was actually more renowned in some areas of the underworld than in the outside world. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Martin had a clear understanding of himself; he was just a lowly drug bug, not even fit to hold the shoes of those underground arms dealers, famous assassins, and known mercenaries.

Those people had all fallen into Luo An's hands, and Martin wasn't arrogant enough to think he was better than them. Instead of struggling and resisting, he might as well lie down and accept his fate.

If he showed a better attitude and was more cooperative, things might be smoother later on.

Thinking of this, Martin Torres's eyes lit up, and he straightened up, speaking solemnly:

"Group Leader Luo An, regarding those counterfeit bills, I do know some things.

In fact, they were actually given to me by a con artist some time ago when I was selling flour.

I lost both my money and my goods, which is why I robbed that old man afterward."

Martin Torres explained that on a certain day not long ago, an acquaintance brought a stranger to him, looking to buy white flour and was willing to pay Martin a commission.

After conducting several careful investigations to ensure there were no issues with the stranger's identity, Martin, seeing it was for an acquaintance, sold the other party a batch of flour.

After waiting for a while and confirming there were no issues, Martin sold another batch of flour to the person, making a substantial amount of money.

Later, Martin took the money to find the flour supplier further upstream, only to be severely beaten because the supplier detected through a bill sorting machine that the money was counterfeit.

Martin hadn't expected the atmosphere outside to have become so vicious, with no manners at all. He immediately cursed loudly and went to his acquaintance's house, armed, for answers.

However, his acquaintance had disappeared, and the address given by the stranger was vacant. Martin lost the flour, his reputation was utterly ruined, and people even began to doubt his intelligence, turning him into a laughingstock for some in the underworld.

Soon after, Martin's past savings were exhausted as well, and in a desperate situation, he decided to switch to another line of work, trying to make some money through robbery.

Having consumed flour for a long time, Martin's body was frail, and the success rate of robbing adult males wasn't high. He was afraid of adult females carrying pepper spray, so he set his sights on the elderly.

Ideally, those elders with pensions would be wealthy and easy targets.

But what he hadn't anticipated was that the white old man, after handing over all his money under the threat of a dagger, immediately pulled out a revolver from his pants and fired as Martin was about to leave...

After telling his story, Martin looked up at the ceiling, tears in his eyes.

The outside world was too dark, with no trust between people at all. The simpler life in prison seemed like a better fit for him.

"..." x2

Mona's eyelids twitched, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but she didn't know what to say. Luo An's mouth twitched as he stifled his own comments for a few seconds, then asked:

"The stranger you mentioned, did he say what his name was?"

"He said his name was Little John."

Martin spread his hands dismissively and said:

"Clearly a fake name."

Luo An wasn't concerned, and continued to ask:

"If I bring an artist over now, can you describe that guy's face for us to create a composite image?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

Martin Torres nodded vigorously, gritting his teeth:

"I will never forget that guy's face for the rest of my life."

"OK."

Luo An nodded in satisfaction. After asking some detailed questions to ensure there were no omissions, Luo An called the forensic department to request an artist's help and then returned to the special investigation group with Mona.

"So, according to this unlucky guy Martin Torres's statement, along with the clues we've gathered so far..."

In the office area, Reesi counted on her fingers and summarized:

"That counterfeit bill seller started from Atlanta, moved north through several states, and finally reached Washington D.C.

In Washington D.C., the seller used a batch of counterfeit bills to buy a batch of flour from Martin. After succeeding, he disappeared with his identity hidden.

Then he contacted the gang leader Jenduo and sold five hundred thousand dollars in counterfeit bills… why does it seem off somehow?"

"It is indeed strange."

Chenier took a sip of her coffee, frowning:

"If their goal is to sell counterfeit bills, there's no need to use them to buy flour. That would only increase the risk of exposing their identity while the benefits don't outweigh the risks."

"Is it possible."

Winslow thought for a moment and guessed:

"The counterfeit bill sellers aren't just one person. Among them, someone has a habit of consuming flour.

Instead of spending the real money they've earned to buy flour, they might as well use counterfeit bills to deceive someone like Martin who doesn't have a keen eye."

"Hmm..."

The agents were all silent. In some sense, Winslow's analysis made sense.

Looking at the straight lines formed by the red dots on Chenier's computer, Luo An crossed his arms and said:

"Look closely at this point: in South Carolina, North Carolina, and Virginia, the presence of counterfeit bills is minimal.

Only in the northernmost Washington D.C. and the southern end of Atlanta, Georgia, do we see the largest volume of counterfeit bills."

"Are you suspecting that these two places are respectively the counterfeit bill production base and the sales location?"

"No."

Luo An shook his head and was just about to explain when the computer beside him suddenly made a sound. Mona's eyes lit up with excitement, saying:

"The composite image is ready!"