MTL - Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 47 The hidden story behind the case (recommended tickets please!)

  Chapter 47 The Hidden Story Behind the Case (Please recommend!)

   Ms. Yolande, you don't want to

   Phew!

  Roan hurriedly stopped the characteristic words of the island country echoing in his head, took the envelope and the check, looked at the amount inside, and smiled:

   "No problem, Ms. Yolande, I don't remember where the town of Skarsdale is anymore."

  Hearing Luo An's words, the expression on the lady's face was completely relaxed, and the hand holding the bag was slowly released.

  Before Yolande came here, he was actually prepared for Roan Lion to open his mouth, and even prepared for the worst.

   But seeing Roan agreeing so quickly, and his ordinary handsome face only staring at the dollar, ignoring himself at all, I feel a little upset, what's going on?

  Roan didn't know what the woman with the pet dog in front of him was thinking. After seeing the 50,000 dollars in the envelope, he suddenly remembered something, so he raised his head and asked:

   "By the way, Ms. Yolande, I was not alone at the time, my teammate Mona was also with me, I don't know"

  Hearing Roan's words, Lydia's eyes sparkled.

   And Yolande's sudden jumping mood gradually calmed down again, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

   "I will find an opportunity to contact her, this money is yours alone."

   "OK."

  Getting the answer he wanted, Roan restored the smile on his face, stuffed the check into the envelope and put it in his pocket, stretched out his hand and shook Yolande, with a look of justice on his face:

   "Protecting federal taxpayers is the duty-bound mission of our FBI agents."

   Lydia: "."

   Yolande: "."

   Rolling his eyes fiercely, Yolande picked up the pet dog, said a few words to Lydia, and then turned and left the room.

  Her daughter is still lying in the hospital.

   "You have a really thick skin, Roan."

  Sent Ms. Yolande out of the door of the private room, Lydia turned back, picked up the water and took another sip, and smiled to Roan who was sitting on the sofa:

   "Don't you feel embarrassed when you say this?"

  “As long as I don’t feel embarrassed, it’s someone else who is embarrassed.”

  Roan stretched out his hand, hugged Lydia in his arms, lowered his head and smiled and asked:

   "By the way, how did you meet Ms. Yolande?"

   "I run a bar. Isn't it normal to know a congressman's wife? It's just that I don't usually communicate much."

   Lydia broke away from Roan's arms, turned her head and asked with a smile:

   "But I didn't expect that she contacted me today and asked me to contact you. By the way, can you tell me secretly, what happened to the town of Skarsdale you mentioned?"

  In fact, after knowing that the girl with the sling was Yolande's daughter, Roan simply contacted everything that happened that day, and roughly deduced the truth:

  Ms. Yolande went to the doctor in the clinic for a physical examination. Because the number and time of the examination were too long, she attracted the attention of the girl in a sling.

   But the girl in the sling was only suspicious and had no evidence, so she chose to skip class and drive to the clinic when Yolande went out for a physical examination again.

   On the one hand, it is to verify the thoughts in my heart, on the other hand, I may also want to talk to my mother.

   But I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the small town of Skarsdale, I met Roan and the gangster who shot passionately, and his back was injured.

  The girl in the sling still had her own goal at this time, and the wound was not serious, so she didn't choose to make a big deal, but took advantage of the situation and went to the clinic with the wound.

  At the entrance of the clinic, the girl in the sling saw her mother's car. When the clinic nurse was helping her with the wound, she might have heard what happened in the ward.

  So after dealing with the wound, the angry sling girl got into her mother's car, ready to give her a 'surprise'.

  But what she didn't expect was that the gangster who had shot at Roan earlier also set his sights on the car after stealing the medicine in the clinic.

  The girl in the sling was injured and thrown into the trunk of the car.

   Behind it is the story of Roan and the gangster driving each other and finally discovering the girl with a sling.

  When Ms. Yolande learned that her daughter had appeared in the small town of Skarsdale and was injured by gangsters in her car, she should have guessed what happened to the girl in a suspender today.

  Ms. Yolande didn’t regret it afterwards. Roan didn’t know, but he knew that Ms. Yolande chose to keep the money to keep her mouth shut in the end, so as to prevent these things from passing from outsiders to the ears of her husband Yale Congressman.

   "No way, Lydia."

  Roan simply went through the whole thing in his mind, then pointed to the check in his pocket and shook his head and refused:

   "You know, I just got the thank you money from Ms. Yolande."

"Really can not?"

   Lydia asked again.

"Really can not."

  Roan shook his head and refused. He is a man of integrity. He always does what he says when he takes money to do things.

  Hearing this, the corners of Lydia's mouth raised slightly, and she approached Roan's ear, whispering:

   "Just tell me tonight"

"Um?"

  Roan's eyes lit up when he heard this, he licked his lips, tilted his head and asked:

"you sure?"

"certainly!"

   Taking a deep breath, Roan took off his suit jacket and hooked Lydia's chin:

   "The rules of the gang, inspect the goods first, and then give the money."

"no problem!"

   Lydia broke away from Roan's big hand with a smile, and got up from the sofa:

   "But we're going to dinner first, then we're going to have a dance, and then we can inspect the goods."

   "No problem, honey."

  Roan nodded with a smile, and agreed to Lydia's request:

   "Tonight, you have the final say."

   Hearing Roan's offer of sweetness, she agreed to herself, and the corner of Lydia's mouth rose as she walked towards the changing room:

   Heh, man.

  Looking at the slender figure in the changing room, Roan, who was sitting on the sofa, rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt, and curled his mouth:

  Let me see who you are and what purpose you have.

   Also, how did your previous husbands die?

  —

  In the distance, in a high-rise building with flickering lights in the central area of ​​Manhattan, in a spacious apartment, Vernis changed into a loose home clothes and was sitting in the study with her head down and writing materials.

Ding-

  The computer next to her suddenly rang, and Vernis turned her head to look at the computer and found that it was an email.

   Seeing the signature of the sender of the email, Vernis frowned.

   This byline never sent her good news.

   Sure enough, when she opened the email, Verinisi gritted her teeth tightly and her eyes were full of anger:

  Regarding Agent Roann Greenwood's application to join the Columbus Foundation, the proposal was rejected.

   Without hesitation, Vernis immediately picked up the phone beside her, pressed the number already rotten in her heart, and dialed it.

   Soon, the phone was picked up by the opposite party, and Vernis said directly:

   "Call Mr. Clement."

".OK."

   After waiting for a few minutes, a voice finally came from the other end of the phone. She took a deep breath and suppressed the discomfort in her heart. Verniss didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

   "Why didn't I submit Roan Greenwood's application to join the foundation?"

   "Because his level is too low."

  FBI Washington Headquarters, the elderly white man in a suit snorted twice, raised his hand to signal the secretary to bring a folder, opened the folder, looked at it, and replied:

   "Roann Greenwood has just become a full-time member less than 5 days ago, and he is only an official agent, so he is not eligible to join the Columbus Foundation."

  Verinis asked in a cold voice after hearing this:

   "Why is the foundation called the Columbus Foundation? It's because we need to discover new continents, that is, new talents! Are you sure you don't want to pass Roan Greenwood's application?"

"I am sure."

   beep beep—

  Vernice didn't continue talking nonsense with the other party, and hung up the phone directly.

   I beg for recommendation tickets from all book friends! Thank you for your support!

  (end of this chapter)