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FBI secret location.

Margaret pulled out a sheet of printed paper, filled with densely packed call logs: "These are your call logs from the days since Nick Grant's death..."

Luo stretched out his hand and took it, asking suspiciously, "Is there a problem?"

Margaret shrugged: "No problem, just normal call logs. A few were from disposable SIM cards, so we can't find specific information, but..."

She kept Lola in suspense, successfully capturing her attention, before continuing, "There's an amazing coincidence I'd like you to explain."

Taking the call log, Margaret picked up a pencil and drew two circles on it.

"These are your phone records from the night your apartment was attacked, and this is your phone record from last night when you shot down the three thugs at Nick's secret base. Did you find them?"

Lola was completely confused: "Shouldn't you be telling me what's wrong?"

Margaret smiled smugly: "During those two periods, you never spoke to anyone on the phone, but outside of those periods, you were in close contact with a phone number, especially after the apartment attack, including before coming here..."

"If I'm not mistaken, your sudden transformation into Rambo and surge in fighting power is related to this person, isn't it?"

Lola tried hard to keep her expression unchanged, but her eyes betrayed her.

Margaret pressed her advantage: "Let me tell you the truth..."

"For some reason, this person kidnapped Nick, unexpectedly met you in a private storage facility, and then the two of you killed Nick and had sex."

"While you were enjoying yourselves in your own home, a five-person squad attacked. The two of you worked together and took them down—"

Margaret shook her head, contradicting her own judgment: "No, he took them out alone. The ballistics at the scene show that the entire five-man squad was killed by the same person. Your marksmanship and combat skills aren't that high. This is the result of my inquiry with your professors at Quantico University. Don't deny it, don't be sad, it's normal..."

Lola rolled her eyes.

As an outstanding graduate of the Marine Corps University, his choice to join ICE instead of the FBI was undoubtedly influenced by his father.

In contrast, Margaret, an elite police officer who graduated from the police academy and worked as a police officer before being selected to join the FBI due to her outstanding performance, naturally did not understand Laura's choice.

"I went to your apartment. Although it was handled cleverly, it was still obvious that your boyfriend was injured. Although the scene was cleaned up, the traces of cleaning fluid were too obvious, and there was a surprisingly clean section of floorboards..."

Margaret shook her head with a smile: "Such an obvious oversight, even if the LAPD were all incompetent, shouldn't have gone unnoticed. So the only possibility is that Julie Grace, who was in charge of the case, helped you!"

Lola remained silent, trying her best to keep her expression calm, but her heart was in turmoil.

Based on the evidence alone, Margaret Barton's prowess is truly well-deserved.

"Considering your family's long-standing friendship with Julie, this makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

Without needing to confirm with an expression, Lola's somber face spoke volumes. Margaret became even more convinced of her judgment and confidently stated, "At Nick's secret hideout, it was your boyfriend who helped you deal with the three attacking bandits, but for some reason, he chose not to appear in public..."

Margaret approached Lola, leaning against the edge of the table, and whispered in her ear, "Julie must really like such a capable boyfriend, right? Are they sleeping together? Do you hate her?"

Lola smiled slightly and looked up at the blonde female agent: "Actually, if you like, I can introduce you two. He's very good in bed, and he can handle the two of us without any problem."

She spoke with such composure that Margaret immediately blushed.

Lola was secretly pleased. She had guessed that this career-driven woman had no interest in romance, and sure enough, she was even less interested in it than Julie!

"What nonsense are you talking about! Be serious!" Margaret composed herself, unwilling to show weakness and let Lola look down on her.

Lola shrugged. "Just kidding! I don't have a boyfriend, and nobody helps me. I did everything myself. If you want to refute that, I suggest you provide more compelling evidence!"

She regained her composure and confidence, which disappointed Margaret. She returned to her seat, glanced at the laptop in front of her partner, and shook her head, saying, "I'm not interested in your little secrets. I'm more interested in the powerful force behind Nick..."

She waved her hand behind her, and a subordinate brought over a stack of documents. Margaret picked up the top folder, opened it, and said, "Nick did a lot of work. These are the documents we found in your ICE office. Can you take a look? Is this all?"

Lola's expression remained normal, but a strange glint flashed in her eyes.

Not to mention the dozen or so filing cabinets in the entire basement, the piles of documents on the long table alone are far more than what's in front of us...

Did Maeve not hand those documents over to the FBI? Were they destroyed, or...?

Lola gently shook her head, denying her own idea.

Maeve could not trust anyone. Resisting a federal investigation was a serious crime, and she could not trust anyone with such leverage.

So the most likely explanation is that these documents have already been destroyed...

After working through the night to identify and destroy important documents, leaving these insignificant ones for the FBI, what exactly is Maeve trying to do?

A storm raged within her once more, but Laura shrugged calmly. "I had just discovered the secret passage to the basement when the enemy arrived. A gunfight broke out before I could even get in. If this is all Maeve gave you, then I suppose that's about it."

Margaret was slightly disappointed at not getting the feedback she wanted, but she was not discouraged. She smiled and nodded, saying, "I arranged for professional technicians to analyze these documents. Since Nick Grant has kept them so carefully, they can't be too bad, right?"

"We're both professionals, and you know that everything leaves clues. It's impossible to completely cover things up. The reason you haven't noticed is simply because you haven't been meticulous enough, right?"

Seeing that Lola remained silent, Margaret stood up: "We'll be spending a lot of time together from now on, so I hope you can use your professional skills to help us analyze these documents."

Laura asked curiously, "Why should I help you?"

Margaret smiled confidently: "Because you are an upright person, and because you are also curious about what kind of secrets lie behind this matter."

Lola was speechless. She had to admit, Margaret was really good at judging people.

She simply couldn't refuse the suggestion. Putting aside her curiosity, the sight of the cargo ship floating on the high seas and the children on board was enough to make her unable to ignore it.

Back in her room, Lola hesitated for a moment before taking the specially made tracker out of her mouth and pressing the start switch.

The little red light started flashing.