Chapter 620 Action, Bomb

At around six o'clock in the evening, on a very crowded road in New York City with many vehicles, an SUV flashed red and blue on its roof, moving left and right, quickly heading into the distance.

"Hospital?"

Hearing Cheniel's words, Lacey in the passenger seat silently fastened her seat belt and quickly asked:

"What happened there?"

"One of the survivors has woken up."

Chenier said that the scene of the explosion was a design company closely related to women's cosmetics and women's clothing.

The package bomb exploded, killing a total of 5 people on the spot, 8 people were seriously injured and were being rescued in the hospital's operating room, and nearly 20 people with minor injuries were hospitalized for bandaging.

The survivor Chenier mentioned was one of the eight seriously injured people. She introduced:

"The survivor was a female designer and she said the explosion was revenge."

"revenge?!"

Lacey looked stern and looked up at Luo An. Luo An looked calm, but because it was inconvenient to hold his mobile phone while driving, he asked directly:

"What exactly happened?"

"The female designer's name was Mary, and one of her male colleagues was named Carlton. She was the victim who sat in the middle of the office, unpacking the package bomb, and was bombed everywhere."

Chenelle on the other end of the phone walked into a place with few people and explained:

"Mary said that Carlton was a staunch gun supporter and believed that owning guns was a sacred and inviolable basic right of federal citizens."

"Wow."

Luo An raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Lacey grinned and thought of something and asked:

"So, this Carlton had a run-in with an anti-gun organization or group?"

"That's right."

Chenelle replied:

"Carlton went to work and went to work, and then after get off work he went to argue with some anti-gun groups.

Because of his high level of knowledge and excellent verbal skills, many anti-gun organizations could not speak against him, so he was on the blacklist of many anti-gun organizations. "

"This is really...a talent."

Lacey smacked her lips and didn't know what to say. Luo An drove an SUV over a car and asked:

"Didn't that design company warn Carlton about these things?"

"There's no, you know, 'free speech'."

Cheniel smiled and said:

"In addition, Carlton is one of the top designers of the design company. One person is responsible for almost one-eighth of the company's performance. How could he be fired?"

"That's because you haven't seen "reasonable optimization"."

Luo An said casually, and then asked:

"Does Miss Mary have any specific people or organizations that she suspects?"

"Yes, and there are many."

Chenelle replied:

"I've written down the list."

"Remember to send the list to Mona later."

Roan nodded and praised Chenelle a few words, and then Lacey hung up the phone.

Leaving the center of New York City, the number of vehicles on the road suddenly decreased, and the speed of the SUV increased. Lacey looked at the rapidly reversing street lights, thought for a moment, and asked:

“Those anti-gun organizations that Chenille mentioned just now seem to have nothing to do with you, Luo An.

If the murderer was really those people, why did the other party leave the piece of paper with your name on it at the scene of the explosion? "

"So I said before, the other party is most likely coming for me."

Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"I'm afraid the other party just wants me to handle this case."

Lacey frowned when she heard this:

"But what's the purpose of the other party doing this? Does he really want to ruin your reputation?"

Luo An didn't answer Lacey. With so many thoughts in his mind, he thought of another possibility.

The SUV sped along, and twenty-five minutes later, Luo An and Lacey finally saw the shadow of the bus.

Seeing the front of the bus, Lacey had already taken off the red and blue flashing lights on the roof. Luo An drove the SUV and hung it leisurely far behind the bus to prevent attracting the target's attention.

Not long after, the bus arrived at the rest stop in front. The driver slowly parked the bus to the side of the road, stood up, turned around and shouted to the passengers:

“We’re at the rest area, everyone!

The bus will stop here for ten minutes. I need to check the status of the bus. You can get off the bus to breathe fresh air, or you can go to the bathroom at the other end to take care of your personal hygiene! "

"OK!"

"worn out……"

"Finally I can go to the bathroom..."

The passengers in the bus agreed one after another, took their personal belongings and got off the bus to rest.

After all, the folk customs of the Federation are relatively simple, and no one dares to leave valuables directly on the seat.

At the same time, in another parking space not far away, Luo An and Lacey opened the door and stepped out of the SUV after checking their guns and ammunition.

Behind the bus, a thin white man with messy gray hair, wearing a brown jacket and carrying a travel bag in his left hand, just got off the bus and was taking a cigarette out of his pocket, ready to smoke one to relieve his fatigue.

At this moment, the thin white man suddenly noticed that some other passengers not far away changed their expressions, and some even ran away. He quickly turned back to see what happened.

Bang——

The next second, a huge force suddenly came from behind. The thin white man only felt a pain in his back, and then he fell forward uncontrollably.

Luo An ran quickly and kicked Ham Mark, the target of the trip, to the ground. Lacey quickly followed and took out the handcuffs, quickly grabbed his hands and cuffed them together, and pressed her knees against his back. :

"FBI! Don't move!"

"Fu-k!"

Hamm-Mark, who was pressed to the ground, was red in the face, and while struggling wildly, he cursed and shouted:

"Let me go! Let me go quickly!

I'm telling you, there's a bomb in my bag!

If you don't let me go, we'll all die together! "

When Lacey heard the word "bomb", her expression suddenly changed. The passers-by who were watching the show from a distance suddenly thought of the car where she and the bomb had been sitting together for so long. Their hair stood on end and they ran away screaming:

"Run! There's a bomb!"

"Help!"

In the blink of an eye, except for Luo An and the other three people, all the other passers-by disappeared without a trace.

Glancing at the travel bag that fell to the ground not far away, Lacey swallowed, her throat rolled, and she turned her gaze to Luo An:

"what to do?"

"Let me go quickly!"

Ham-Mark sneered and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"If you don't let me go, we will go to heaven together!"

"Don't even think about heaven. Hell might be more suitable for you."

Unlike Lacey who was full of nervousness, Luo An calmly put away his pistol, casually replied to Ham-Mark, gave Lacey a reassuring look, and walked step by step towards the travel bag next to him.

The travel bag was completely black, with two straps scattered on both sides. Because of the word "bomb", a few drops of sweat appeared on Lacey's forehead. The passers-by who peeked not far away also had nervous expressions on their faces.

Everyone held their breath when they saw Luo An squatting next to the travel bag and unzipping it little by little.

Time passed by and Luo An quickly completed the inspection. Under everyone's nervous eyes, he raised his head and smiled and said:

"There was no bomb, it was clothes, food and cash."

"call--"

Lacey was relieved and let out a long breath. The passers-by in the distance also unclenched their fists, relieved their nervousness, and looked at Luo An with admiration on their faces.

Although he knew Luo An's FBI status, he dared to come into close contact with a possible bomb without any protective measures. This incident was still shocking.

"Congratulations, Mr. Ham-Mark."

Throwing the travel bag to Lacey, Luo An pulled Hammak up from the ground and said with a smile:

"You're under arrest."