New York, 26 Federal Square, Manhattan, Jacob Federal Office Building, 9:00 am.

  Floors 23-26 are the exclusive headquarters of the New York Branch of the FBI.

  In a small meeting room.

   "Didn't expect me to become the legendary FBI?"

  In the corner behind the conference table, Roan sat on a chair, raised his hand to see the formal suit on his body, and then looked at the golden badge hanging on his chest, with a dull expression on his face.

  He remembered that he just went to the island country to inspect the customs and local characteristics. Why did he come here after closing and opening his eyes on the plane?

Snapped-

  The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a suit walked in with a folder in his hand. He scanned around and saw that there was no shortage of people, and went straight to the topic without any nonsense:

   "Attention, this is a shooting homicide in a park."

  Mediterranean opened the folder, threw a bunch of photos on the conference table and introduced:

  "The victim was named Mike Robert, 43 years old, at 11:34 p.m. on April 11, 2005, was shot dead in the alley in Central Park"

  After hearing the case overview, the trainee detectives on both sides of the conference table went to get the photos on the conference table one after another. Roan remained motionless, and he was sorting out the muddy memories in his mind.

  In his previous life, he was raised by an old killer who was dying. When he grew up, he naturally learned all kinds of skills. He has excellent professional ability and high technical level.

  The purpose of the old killer raising Luo An was to let Luo An avenge his own blood. In the end, when the old killer died and Luo An successfully set out to find the enemy, he learned that the enemy had been caught by the local law enforcement department and sentenced to death by the court.

  The Qiu family was alone and had no relatives, and Luo An didn't dare to confront the prison head-on. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned around and got on the plane to the island country. He planned to experience the local customs first, and then open a milk tea shop to spend the rest of his life.

   It is impossible for a killer to do it, and it is impossible to do it in this life. Not to mention the high risk factor, and the money comes slowly. How can you make money by opening a milk tea shop in an island country!

   "Sir, there is one thing I don't understand."

  When Mediterranean Sea briefly introduced the case, Fisher, a white young man with short brown hair and thin lips, tilted his head and asked:

"Why is this case entrusted to us?"

  An ordinary murder case does not need to mobilize the FBI at all, the New York Police Department can handle it by itself.

  Without waiting for Mediterranean Sea to answer, Mona, a white beauty with red short hair and extremely aerodynamic body, wearing a standard suit with extremely smooth curves, glanced at Fisher disdainfully and said:

  “The victim was a black special correspondent who came back from a war zone, and the word ‘pest’ was written in blood next to the body. It is obvious that this is a special hate crime targeting the identity of the victim.”

  Special hate crimes are under the control of the FBI.

  After listening to Mona's words, Mediterranean Sea nodded calmly. From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Roan, who was motionless at the end of the conference table. He frowned slightly but didn't respond. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said:

"This particular hate crime case is the next stage of the test. Twenty of you new intern detectives have to solve the case and catch the murderer by yourself within three days. The senior detectives will give you corresponding points according to your performance. Those with high points can be turned into full-time agents first, and those with low points will continue to work hard."

   After finishing speaking, Mediterranean did not organize the folders, turned around and left the conference room.

  The moment the door of the conference room was closed, there was a bang in the conference room, and many new trainee agents leaned over to check the photos and clues.

   "Which side is the 'pest' on the ground next to the victim's body? Black identity or journalist identity?"

   "It's also possible to have both."

   "Maybe more journalists. After all, the victims came back from the war zone. There are a group of religious lunatics there, and it is not unusual for them to do anything."

   "Not necessarily, the victims also reported a lot of corrupt parliamentarians."

   "There are really enemies everywhere"

  Ignoring everyone, just as the sea left the meeting room, Roan suddenly heard a "buzz" in his ear, and before he could react, a light blue page suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

  【System loading】

  【The system is loaded successfully! 】

  【Today’s treasure chest is ready, do you want to open it? 】

  【The novice gift pack has been prepared, is it open? 】

“...........”

 Luo An's pupils constricted, and he was relieved when he saw that others didn't notice the abnormality here.

   "I haven't read novels in vain for so many years. Those authors are not deceiving me. The time traveler really has a system bonus!"

  Luo An took a deep breath, and said silently in his heart: 【Open】

  A cutscene of opening a treasure chest in a rough web game, the system shows that [Today’s Treasure Chest] opened one for $20 and one for $50. [Gift Pack for Beginners] A bottle of hemostatic potion and a bottle of scuba potion.

  “.”

   Seeing the system page that has been silent since then, Luo An blinked, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

  This system is so simple!

  All the interns were anxious to analyze the clues. When the intern Fisher saw the wound on the deceased's chest, he raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly:

   "Roan, hurry to my desk and get the third folder in the upper right corner."

  “.”

  The imaginary response didn't sound, Fisher looked back in doubt, and found that Roan was sitting in the corner of the conference table with his head bowed in thought, not paying attention to his words at all.

  Fischer's face sank, he picked up the signature pen in his hand and threw it at Roan.

Snapped!

  Hearing the sound of wind in the air, Roan, who was sorting out his memory, subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed it.

  Holding a signature pen, Roan, who turned off the system page, turned to look at Fisher, and a memory instantly appeared in his mind.

Some time ago, when the predecessor, Fisher, and another trainee agent named Markey went out to perform missions, the two of them made mistakes during their actions and caused the criminal to escape. When reporting to the chief, the predecessor was deducted 100 points, while Fisher and Markey was just reprimanded and then he was gone, and no points were deducted!

   In his memory, his predecessor turned blue with anger when he heard the news, but he had no background and could only choose to temporarily tolerate it in order to become a regular as soon as possible, which made Fisher even more aggressive towards his predecessor.

  Roan frowned slightly. He didn't have the tolerant character of his predecessor. Just as he was about to make a move, Mona on the other side noticed what happened here. She pointed her pen at Fisher and asked loudly:

   "What are you doing? Can't you take your own things?"

Mona is a rare computer expert among their group of new trainee agents, plus she has a beautiful figure, so Fisher didn't say much after being hit with a pen, snorted and picked up the notebook to start Take the clues from the photos.

   "Ignore him, he's just a spoiled bastard."

  Seeing that Roan's face was not good-looking, Mona, who was protruding forward and backward, took a few photos and walked up to him and sat down on her buttocks, comforting:

   "The information given by the officer said that the murderer who caught this case can get 80 points, which can make up for most of the points you lost some time ago, and this case also has a $50,000 reward from the New York Journalists Association."

   "$50,000?"

  In 2005, the wages of American workers were only about 2,500 US dollars.

  Roan didn't care about the 80 points in the front, but the 50,000 dollars in the back made his eyes light up instantly, because he remembered what the old killer said to him in his previous life:

   I'm not in the mood for f**king love stories, all I wanted was money when I was young! What's the use of envying others? We need to act ourselves! To become richer than them!

Roan took the old killer's words seriously.

  He originally thought that if he couldn't get along in the FBI, he would go out and do some private work to make money, but he didn't expect the FBI to solve the case and get legal money!

Seeing the pile of unsolved cases in the archives of the FBI New York Branch in my memory, and the series of numbers behind the cases, and thinking of the well-known IRS department in the United States, Roan instantly regained his spirits, and grabbed the person who was still introducing him to the case. Mona asked in a low voice:

   "The two of us cooperated alone in this case, and the reward is 50% afterward, how about it?"

  Under normal circumstances, new trainee detectives investigate this kind of case in a team of three to five people. There are considerations for the reasonable distribution of points and safety considerations.

After all peaceful America, gun battles every day.

  “..............”

  Hearing Roan's words, Mona fell silent, and laughed a few seconds later:

   "This joke is not funny, Roan. You don't seem to have solved a case alone since you joined the FBI New York branch."

  That was me before, not me now.

  Roan is very confident about whether he can solve the case—it is true that he will not solve the case, but he will commit it!

   Both are cases, the two should be similar

  Seeing Roan's handsome face, which is no less than that of a reader, staring at her, Mona's heart skipped a beat. After coughing lightly, she turned her gaze to the photo on the desktop:

   "I'll talk about this matter later, you can read the relevant information of this case first."

   "OK."

  Roan didn't force Mona, and he really needed to see the photos of the crime scene.

  On the other side, in a bright and spacious office, five middle-aged men in shirts were drinking coffee while watching a large screen hanging on the wall.

  The big screen is the real-time video of the twenty intern detectives analyzing the case in the meeting room.

  Mediterranean knocked on the door and walked into the office, handed the folders in his hand to the five investigation team leaders one by one, and said with a smile:

   "Sirs, these are the personal data and inspection period performances of the new trainee agents in the meeting room."

   "OK."

  Mediterranean turned and left, and the five investigation team leaders began to look through the information in their hands. After a while, they selected a few agents that they wanted to be transferred to their own investigation team in the future.

  Bruosen, the leader of the No. 1 investigation team, took a sip of his coffee, tilted his head and glanced at the character chosen by Augustus, the leader of the No. 5 investigation team, frowned puzzled, and asked:

   "Augus, why did you choose Roan Greenwood?"

"oh?"

   "Choose Roan Greenwood?"

  Hearing what Brosen said, the other three team leaders became interested. They also read the performance data of Roan Greenwood during this period, but they all chose to give up each other.

Without it, people who dare not fight back after being bullied will not be able to survive in a place like the FBI. Even if Roan looks for an opportunity to beat Fisher up, the three team leaders will have a higher opinion of Roan grade.

  The leader of investigation team No. 5 is a middle-aged black man with a big belly, named Augustus.

   Seeing several colleagues looking at him in puzzlement, Augustus raised his legs and laughed:

   "There is no other reason, just because Roan Greenwood is handsome."

  “.”

  Several team leaders turned their heads to look at the big screen, and saw Roan with short brown hair, tough facial features, tall and well-proportioned body without looking bloated, and the muscles inside could be seen through the suit.

   "He is indeed a handsome guy."

  The leader of the No. 2 investigation team nodded, tilted his head and smiled:

   "But what's the use of being handsome if you're an idiot? I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to shoot when I meet a criminal! And our FBI agents don't need to be too handsome, it's too easy to impress others."

  Augus didn't care about the other party's teasing, drank his own coffee in one gulp, and replied with a smile:

   "A softie can also be useful as a softie. With Roan's face, just a few months of simple training, it is definitely a sharp weapon against female criminals."

  “.”

   On the other side, in the meeting room.

  Roan looked at the victim's body in the photo with a calm expression.

  In his cognition, in normal crimes, excluding passion killings, there are only three remaining reasons for killing:

  For money, for love, for revenge.

   In the photo, the wound on the victim's heart is very large. According to experience, the distance between the murderer and the victim will never exceed two meters.

  In addition, the victim died at night and was shot from the front, then

"The murderer most likely followed Mike Robert for a long time, and then stopped him at the place where the victim died."

  In Mona's bewildered expression, Roan analyzed her solemnly:

   "But it was actually just a temptation. The murderer had already determined that the person he wanted to kill was the person in front of him. So the moment Mike Robert turned his head, bang! Killed him with one shot."

"Wait a moment."

  Mona crossed her hands on her chest to interrupt Roan's continued analysis, and asked in doubt:

   "How do you know that the murderer is following Mike, instead of waiting for Mike there, and even stopped him?"

"It does not matter."

  Roan waved his hand and didn't answer Mona's question. This is all from the killer's experience, so it's inconvenient to say, so he continued:

   "According to the photos of the crime scene, I can be sure that the murderer took one or several things from Mike. This is also the murderer's goal, so we."

   "STOP!"

  Mona interrupted Roan's analysis and said seriously:

"Roan, what you're saying now is just your speculation, and the crime scene report doesn't say that the victim lost anything. Why do you think the murderer was premeditated, not a murder of passion. There are also hate crimes. "Passion Kills"

  Roan smiled and did not answer, but asked instead:

   "Would you like to join me and solve this case with me. The bounty is half for each person."

  Mona is a computer expert, and she really needs the help of technical talents.

   "She won't play house with you, a rookie who is really involved in solving a case for the first time."

   Without waiting for Mona to answer, Fisher, who had analyzed the clues with other agents for a long time, came over with a notebook and said to Roan:

   "Listen, Roan, as long as you beg me now, I will give you a place in my team to sort out the materials, because you have always sorted out the materials quickly and neatly before, and I am very optimistic about you."

  Hearing what Fisher said, several trainee agents who had a good relationship with him burst into laughter. Markey, the guy who had cheated on Roan, also walked up to him, and put his arm around Roan's shoulder:

"This is actually for the good of Luo An. Think about it carefully, just sorting out the information and you will get points. How simple and easy. You don't need to run around, and there is no danger of meeting criminals!"

   There was a sneer on the corner of Roan's mouth, his eyes were serious, he smiled and put his arms around Fisher and Markey's shoulders, and said in a deep voice:

"How about this, you join my team, I go out to investigate the murderer, you just help me sort out the information! This is also for your own good, just think about it, just sorting out the information will get you points, how simple and easy, there is no The danger of confronting criminals!"

   Roan's words fell into the ears of the two, and Fisher and Markey blushed and became furious, subconsciously reaching out to Roan, trying to push him away from their side.

   "You can't say that I still want to do it?"

Before the two of them could react, Roan suddenly yelled, and then he clenched his right fist and hit Fisher's left ear hard, then bent down to avoid Maggie's right hand, and kicked Maggie's ankle with a click , Markey screamed loudly, and Roan grabbed his leg before he could retract it in time, and was directly pulled forward by Roan.

   Right in the crotch of Fisher.

"ah-"

In front of the meeting room, Fisher fell to the ground with his ears bleeding and covered his crotch with his hands and screamed. Markey lay on the ground with his legs split and howled, his left foot twisted in a weird arc.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

   "Stop!"

   "Pull them apart!"

Roan's movements were too fast. It took only a few seconds for Fisher and Markey to lie down on the ground from his yelling and actual action. Many trainee agents in the office hadn't reacted until the two fell to the ground. Howling and screaming, the trainee agents on the side came back to their senses.

Several intern detectives who had a good relationship with Fisher looked at each other, and rushed forward to throw Roan to the ground. It was a vertical shot, easily killing the trainee agents who were trying to surround him, and mercilessly gave a ruthless facial massage to a few familiar faces in his memory.

   "FU-K!"

   "Gift Crab!"

   "Jesus!"

Several intern detectives standing aside watching the play talked repeatedly, and they all stood there in shock and waved their hands at a loss. Those who wanted to persuade the fight didn't know which side to persuade. There were many people on Fisher's side, and Roan's side Can't beat it again.

  A few female trainee detectives on the side stared blankly at this scene, dumbfounded. For some reason, Mona felt her whole body trembling, her face flushed, as if her body had been electrified.

  Roan snorted coldly, knocked down the last person, and threw the notebook in his hand at Fisher:

   "They are all trash, and they still solve the case. A group of people can't beat me alone!"

"ah-"

   Roan accidentally threw the notebook crookedly and hit Fisher in the crotch, causing another scream.

  Maki, with his legs split, eyes flickering with fear and anger, shouted loudly:

   "If you have the ability, don't leave here! It is a felony for an FBI agent to attack an agent!"

   "I won't run away! Who said I was attacking a detective, I was watching from the surveillance, a group of people wanted to hit me, I was acting in self-defense!"

  Roan pulled the chair beside the conference table casually, sat down, raised his legs and sneered:

   "And I suspect that you are plotting against me. After a while, the senior detectives will come, and I will sue you for first-degree murder!"

   "FU-K!"

  Hearing the entry of first-degree murder as a felony, those who were still standing were surprised. They didn't expect Roan to make such a big deal out of it.

Mona didn't care about Roan's words, her complexion became more and more red. Then she seemed to think of something, shivered fiercely, and her expression instantly became clear.

  In the office with the big screen hanging, the air is extremely quiet.

   Seeing Luo An, who was sitting on a chair quietly waiting for the investigator in the surveillance, the five investigation team leaders had different expressions.

  No. 2, No. 3, the leader of the investigation team looked okay at all, except that he was surprised at Luo An's extraordinary skill, but he didn't express much.

   After hearing what Roan was going to sue the intern detectives for first-degree murder, Augustus, the leader of the fifth investigation team, raised his head and laughed, and Brosen, the leader of the first investigation team, turned pale.

   "Hahahahahaha!"

  Augus laughed so hard holding his big belly that he couldn’t breathe:

   "Yes, I did see the right person!"

  Seeing that Roan was sitting on a chair in the meeting room to observe the movement of the camera, Augustus thought that Roan had guessed that the investigation team leader would observe them after this meeting, so he chose to violently hurt people.

But during the fight, except for throwing the notebook at the end, all of Roan's actions were in line with self-defense. If the two parties really go to court, excluding off-court factors, Roan's chances of winning the case are much greater than Fisher and Maki those people.

  Augus' laughter slowly disappeared, and his eyes on Roan were extremely hot:

   "I like this kid, he is handsome, smart and skilled, he looks a bit like me when I was young!"

  The leader of the two-three-four-good investigation team glanced at Augustus's **** face and big belly, and then looked at Roan's handsome face and figure sitting there like a model in the surveillance, Qiqi let out a sigh in his heart.

   "Hi, Brosen."

  Augus turned his head to look at the No. 1 investigation team leader with a livid face, hehe smiled, and said:

   "Give me some face, let's forget about it. The No. 5 investigation team has just been established, and I happen to be short of people with skills and brains like Luo An."

"no."

   "I invite you to drink tonight."

"no."

"Um?"

  Augus raised his brows, pointed at Fisher who was still clutching his crotch and crying in the camera, and said:

"Then I will go to the team supervisor. I want to ask why the previous task failed, and the three-person team only deducted points from Roan."

   ".Fu-k!"

  Bruosen snorted coldly, slammed the table down heavily, turned around and strode away.

   "Goodboy."

  Augus smiled, copied Roan Greenwood's information and left the office as well.

  The leader of the 234 investigation team looked at each other, shook his head and turned to leave.

  Training Department, Interrogation Room.

   "Hey, boy, you are amazing."

   Senior Agent Old York of the Training Department walked into the room, sat down on a chair, picked up a cigarette and started smoking:

   "One?"

"no thank you."

  Roan, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, refused: "I don't know how to smoke."

   "Good Boy."

  Old York nodded, put away the lighter, took a puff of smoke beautifully, and began to look at Roan seriously. After a few clicks, he said with a smile:

"You know, Roan, you are completely famous now. Everyone on the 23rd and 24th floors of the FBI's New York branch knows that a tough new trainee agent hit ten, not only won, but he was unscathed .”

   "It's not that I'm strong, it's that those people are too weak."

   Hearing Roan's words, Old York was even happier. The United States likes the strong, especially his red neck from Texas, and asked immediately:

   "Aren't you worried?"

  Roan was puzzled: "What are you worried about?"

   "Fighting among agents is a felony. Don't you worry about being suspended and fired?"

  Old York scares Roan.

   "I'm in self-defense."

  Roan widened his eyes, full of sincerity:

   "There are cameras in the conference room. The whole process of me being attacked by the other party was recorded. You can't frame me."

   "Hahaha! To be honest, I like you boy very much. If someone hadn't acted quickly, I would definitely transfer you to me."

  Old York exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed, got up and opened the door of the interrogation room:

   "Let's go, boy, someone is picking you up outside."

"Thank you, sir."

  Roan was very polite, got up and walked out of the interrogation room, and found that the person waiting for him outside was Mona.

  Mona stepped forward, handed the golden FBI badge to Roan, and joked with a smile:

   "Wow, isn't this our super agent Roan Greenwood who hits ten? How about it? Is the air conditioner in the interrogation room good?"

   "Actually, it's not bad, at least the mouth and body odor of Fisher and Markey can't be smelled here."

  Roan took the FBI badge, pinned it on his chest, looked at Mona with his head tilted, and asked with a smile:

   "It seems that you agreed to join my team."

   "No way, Fisher and the others have all gone to the hospital for an examination, and I'm afraid they won't have the face to come back in a while."

  Mona spread her hands, and walked to the elevator side by side with Roan, the elevator door closed slowly, Roan stretched out his hand to Mona, smiling:

   "Then, happy cooperation."

   "It's a happy cooperation. By the way, if the case is successfully solved, the bounty will be half of each person."

   "Of course, we agreed."