FBI detective

Chapter 827 Robbery, Route
It's 6pm, outside a supermarket chain in southern Washington, DC.

boom!
"Don't eat the sour radish! Give me the money!"

Luo An and Mona were carrying the dinner ingredients and walking towards the car while chatting and laughing. The sudden gunshot scared them both.

The passers-by on the street were terrified and fled in all directions screaming.

Luo An and Mona subconsciously took out their pistols. While checking the direction of the gunshots, they called out to passers-by and shouted:

"Bend down and come this way!"

Seeing the FBI gold badges displayed by Roan and Mona, most passers-by immediately ran in the opposite direction according to their instructions.

While Luo An and Mona greeted passers-by, they quickly rushed to the location where the gunshots came from with their pistols.

I ran a few steps and turned a corner, and found that was the street where the back entrance of the chain supermarket was located.

At this time, a white young man with disheveled hair was running away frantically on the street with a dagger in his hand and a look of panic on his face.

Not far behind him, an elderly white man wearing an ordinary coat, with a big belly, gray hair and even glasses, was holding a revolver in his hand and aiming at the white youth, cursing:

"You damned bug! How dare you steal my money? Who gave you the guts?!"

boom!
"..." x2
Mona was shocked when she saw this scene. Luo An's mouth twitched, but he quickly raised his pistol and shouted:

"FBI!"

Seeing Roan and Mona, the panic on the white young man's face instantly escalated into fear. Even though the white old man not far behind him was still shooting, he still resolutely turned around and ran back.

Luo An grabbed a skateboard that a passerby accidentally dropped on the ground when he was running away in panic, and threw it directly at the white youth.

bang——

With a dull thud, the skateboard hit the white youth with incredible accuracy. The white youth staggered forward and fell face first onto the ground.

At the same time, the white old man also saw Luo An and Mona and heard their shouts. He raised his hands without hesitation and shouted:
"You guys came just in time. I'm going to call the police. This bastard just robbed me of my money!"

"..." x2
I originally thought that someone was robbing someone at gunpoint, but it turned out that a robbery did happen, but the person with the gun was the one being robbed.

Not long after, two nearby patrolmen arrived. The white old man whose revolver was taken away by Luo An was full of indignation. He pointed at the white young man with his hands handcuffed and explained:

“Today is the day I withdraw my pension, and I was planning to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.

But this guy actually jumped out with a dagger to rob me. He really doesn’t know his own limitations…”

The patrolman was also speechless. Luo An looked at the revolver he had received and asked casually:
"Do you have a permit to carry a gun in public?"

After all, Washington, D.C. is the political center of the federation, and some regulations are quite strict. Not every federal citizen can carry a gun in public.

Mona also turned to look at the white old man. When the white old man heard this, he suddenly hunched over a bit, began to tap his thighs and rub his arms, and said to himself:

"I'm old, a little deaf, and not as healthy as I used to be..."

Everyone present rolled their eyes. Luo An handed the revolver to the patrolman. There was no need for the FBI to intervene in this matter. The police department could handle it.

"Thank you very much, Team Leader Luo An."

The two patrol officers also knew Luo An. After a few brief greetings, Luo An and Mona turned around and left the scene, walking towards their car.

"What an unlucky guy."

Thinking of the extremely frustrated expression on the white young man's face just now, Mona laughed as she put the ingredients into the trunk of the car:

"That guy has terrible luck."

Luo An closed the trunk and walked towards the driver's seat while smiling:

"Look at it from another perspective. The old white guy is pretty lucky." "That's right."

The two men opened the car door and got in while chatting and laughing, leaving the area and returning to the villa to rest. On average, more than a hundred people die from gun violence every day in the federation, and street robbery is not considered a major case.

After a night's rest, they returned to work the next day. Winslow and Michelle investigated paper mills throughout the federation; Mona and Lacey investigated the interpersonal relationships between Giannido and his cronies before their death; Roan and Chenille investigated other states in the federation to see if similar counterfeit money had appeared.

Luo An also contacted Deputy Team Leader Paul, who used to move between the black and white worlds and had a wide network of contacts. The aboveground world might not be able to find out about counterfeit money, but the underground world always had information and methods that were unique to them.

Investigation work is always the most time-consuming one. The special investigation team only felt that they were busy for a short while before it was already noon. After calling to order food, they did not rest while waiting and continued to sit in their respective seats to investigate clues.

Luo An brewed a few cups of coffee, handed them to everyone one by one, and asked casually:
"Mona, how are you doing here?"

"not so good."

Mona frowned and replied:

"This guy, Janido, is very cautious. I'm investigating the disposable cell phones he used, and I should be able to get some clues."

"Good."

Luo An nodded slightly. As for Winslow and Michelle, he put down his coffee without asking too many questions. The two of them had been on the phone all morning, and it went without saying that they had not gotten any clues.

Looking up at the time, he realized that lunch would take a while to be delivered, so Luo An sat back at his workstation and prepared to continue his investigation.

At this moment, Chenier suddenly clapped her hands and said with a smile:

"Luo An, I found a clue here!"

"What clue?"

Luo An quickly moved his chair and moved closer to Chenier. Chenier showed the computer screen to Luo An and explained carefully:

"Luo An, your previous judgment was correct. This counterfeit money has indeed appeared on the market, and it has been on the market for quite some time."

In Chenier's computer, there was a map of several states on the east coast of the federation. There were some red dots on the map. Seeing this, Luo An frowned slightly and asked:

“These are where the counterfeit bills have appeared, right?”

"Yes."

Chenier nodded heavily and introduced:
"I contacted the police and FBI branches in various states, and the locations of these red dots are the areas where super counterfeit bills have appeared.

This type of super-counterfeit money does not appear often, and it is almost impossible to tell the authenticity of the money with the naked eye, so the police and the FBI in these red dot areas do not have many clues.

But wait until I mark all these places in red..."

Having said that, Chenier tapped the keyboard a few times to enlarge the map, and a line made up of red dots suddenly appeared on the screen.

The southernmost red dot is located in Atlanta, Georgia, in the southeastern part of the federation.

The red dot then went north, passing through South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, and finally arriving in Washington, D.C.

“Obviously, this is the route to go.”

Chenier held her head in front of her chest with both hands and analyzed seriously:
"The problem is, we don't know who is on this route, and we don't know why they would travel from Atlanta to Washington, D.C."

Judging from the purpose of selling counterfeit money alone, Atlanta, which has the highest crime rate in the federal government and has almost never fallen out of the top ten in terms of danger level, is definitely more suitable than Washington, DC.

Atlanta is full of talented people and has convenient transportation. It is not only an ideal place for counterfeit money transfer, but also a good place for counterfeit money makers and sellers to distribute their goods.

Chenier frowned in thought, not understanding the logic of the route mover. Luo An was silent for a while, and just as he was about to speak, Lacey, who was not far away, suddenly said loudly:
"Luo An, I found something new here!"

(End of this chapter)