Legendary FBI Detective

  Chapter 41 You can still come to work? (Seek to follow up)

  Hearing the murmurs of reporters from several small newspapers, sitting in the front row of the meeting room, many reporters from well-known New York media looked at each other, as if they had guessed what Vernis would do next.

   Sure enough, as Vernis stopped speaking, the female detective who had been standing in the corner of the conference room immediately picked up the remote control and turned on the TV hanging high in the corner in front of the conference room.

  The program inside is the New York News Channel, which is continuously replaying the scene where the gangster Fraser aimed a pistol at Roan, but was killed by Roan with a pen.

   "Ohmygod!"

"is this real?"

   It was the first time for the reporters from several small newspapers to see this scene, and they all gasped in surprise, causing the air temperature in the meeting room to drop a lot.

  The well-known media reporters sitting in the front row were also staring at the TV intently, each with wonderful expressions.

  Although these media were well-informed and had seen this scene before coming here, when this scene was shown in front of them again, their attention was diverted.

  Without it, the scene of using a pen to fight back against a gunman is too much like a movie. Coupled with Roan’s stern and handsome face, if this clip is cut out alone, some people will definitely believe that it is a new Hollywood movie.

   "My friends from the press."

   Seeing the wonderful expressions on everyone's faces, the corners of Verinisi's mouth curled up slightly, but she quickly retracted it, and said calmly:

  “This is the live video of our FBI agents killing the serial killer. The biological samples of the killer are completely consistent with the biological samples extracted from the two crime scenes. So, now I declare here:

  The serial murder case discovered today in Queens, New York. After five hours, our FBI successfully solved the case and killed the murderer! "

  “.”xN

  The room was silent for a few seconds, and then a loud noise broke out. Reporters crowded in front of Verinisi like crazy, shouting loudly:

   "Group supervisor, is the five hours you just said true or false? Did your FBI search for this suspect before the news broke?"

   "Team supervisor, what do you say is that the detective on TV blatantly raced while handling the case?"

   "Ma'am, what's the name of the agent holding the pen? He doesn't look old, does he have a girlfriend?"

  “.”

  Verinis didn't rush to answer the reporters' questions, but turned her gaze to the live broadcast camera, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and silently made a mouth shape:

  ‘Thank You’

   No one knows who she is thanking.

  But Brosen felt that Vernis was thanking him.

  Because of his help, Verinisi managed to gain the limelight in front of the media, and her career has also improved to a higher level.

  In the single-family apartment, Brosen's face turned black when he saw this scene, and he threw the cup in his hand to the ground.

  The next second, the phone next to him suddenly rang. Brosen saw the contact's pupils constrict, but he still pressed the answer button.

  A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone:

   "Bruosen, you have gone too far this time."

   "Sir, I."

  Bruosen looked serious, and was about to say something to explain when he was interrupted by the voice on the other end of the phone:

   "Tomorrow I will announce the establishment of the No. 14 investigation team. As the newly promoted team leader, you will be in charge of the No. 14 investigation team."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the other end of the phone hung up the phone without waiting for Brosen's attitude.

   "A team leader with only a newly established investigation team under his command. This is something that has not happened in the FBI's New York branch for more than ten years."

  Looking at the hung up phone, Brosen laughed angrily. He could already guess the way those people looked at him at the meeting tomorrow.

   "Hoo—"

  Taking a few deep breaths, Bruosen suppressed his anger, picked up the glass on the ground expressionlessly, filled it up and drank it down with his head up, then got up and left the sofa and walked to the bedroom.

  The voice of talking to himself came faintly:

   "Virenes, Augustus, Roanne Greenwood"

  —

   "Verinis has a good subordinate."

  In the distance, at the FBI Washington headquarters, an elderly white man in a suit saw the press conference on TV, took a sip of his wine and hummed twice, then pressed the phone next to him:

   "Tomorrow morning, put all the information about the agent on TV on my desk and put it on the top floor."

   "Okay, sir."

  —

  Roan didn't know what happened last night.

   After driving Lacey to the 'Flame Queen' bar within 20 minutes, with Lacey's help, Roan failed to recognize the girls on the business card because Lacey pried them away.

  But relying on an ordinary handsome face, Roan managed to meet the female manager of the bar.

   It's been a busy day, can't you enjoy it?

  With this thought in mind, he slept until two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

  The sun was slanting to the west, and Roan slowly opened his eyes in the manager's lounge above the "Flame Queen" bar in Manhattan.

  For a moment, he felt a little pain in his back.

   "Hiss—"

  Removing the arms wrapped around his neck, and the thighs wrapped around his waist, Roan got out of bed with his waist leaned on his back, and walked into the bathroom slowly with a grim face.

   "Miscalculation this time!"

  While opening the gate to release the water, while looking at himself in the mirror, Roan found that there was a trace of haggardness on his ordinary face, his eyes widened and he realized:

   "Roan Greenwood didn't know much about drinking, I actually forgot this!"

  After washing, Roan walked out of the bathroom. After getting dressed, he glanced at the bumpy figure who was still sleeping soundly on the bed in the bedroom, turned and left the room without hesitation, while shaking his head and sighing:

   "The mere drinking and **** made me feel back pain. From today on, I must strengthen my exercise and stop drinking at the same time!"

  Found the SUV in the parking lot of the bar, and Roan drove it slowly, preparing to go to the Jacobs Federal Building.

  While waiting for the traffic light at an intersection, he opened the system page that he was busy exercising last night and didn't have time to open.

  【Yesterday’s Performance Evaluation: Excellent】

  【Number of treasure chests obtained: four】

  【Do you want to open the treasure chest? 】

   "ON!"

  Looking at the cutscene of opening the treasure chest in the rough web game on the system screen, and then looking at the word "excellent" in the evaluation, Luo An's face showed a daze:

   "Three treasure chests are awarded for a good evaluation, and four treasure chests are awarded for an excellent evaluation. This thing was originally incremented."

  【The treasure chest has been opened】

  【Physical potion x 1. Potion of strength x1. Swift Potion × 1. Sensitive potion ×1. 】

  “.”

   Touched his sore lower back, and then looked at the three bottles of stamina medicine in the system's backpack. Without hesitation, Roan took out one bottle and drank it with his head up.

   Smacking his mouth, there was no taste, but a few seconds later, an indescribable feeling spread from Roan's abdomen to his whole body.

   Roan was still a little unhappy when he saw that the hemostatic potion he wanted the most was not opened in the treasure chest.

  But after drinking the stamina potion, he felt that in the blink of an eye, his waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and his body was not empty after a dozen shots. Roan's eyes lit up:

"nice one!"

  It turns out that stamina potions are king!

  The SUV soon arrived at the Jacobs Federal Building. When Roan walked out of the parking lot, he happened to meet Lacey who came out to buy coffee, so he raised his hand and greeted with a smile:

   "Good afternoon, Lacey."

   "Roan?"

   Seeing the energetic Roan written on his face, Lacey, who knew who he went to exercise with last night, was shocked:

   "You can still come to work?"

   Luo An was suddenly upset: Who do you look down on?

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  (end of this chapter)