Chapter 778 Lies, Arrest

One o'clock in the afternoon, a villa in the suburbs of Washington.

"Cigar smoke is poisonous."

On the sofa in the living room, Thomas exhaled a thick puff of smoke, grinned, and said threatening words to the two people in front of him.

Hearing this, Mr. Clement's expression did not change. He took a sip of the wine glass again and said in a light voice:

"Thomas, how many years have you never thought of changing your moves?"

"It doesn't matter if the moves are old, as long as they work."

Thomas laughed, took another big puff of the cigar, and exhaled a layer of visible smoke.

He then turned his gaze to Roan, who was calmer than Mr. Clement, and his expression did not change at all. Thomas was a little surprised and said with a smile:

"I have heard of your name, Roan Greenwood, the new and most outstanding investigation team leader of the FBI Washington headquarters, right?"

Without waiting for Roan to answer, Thomas continued:

"You and your superior are now poisoned. Clement does not seem to let me go and is ready to use his remaining life to send me to prison.

What about you, young Team Leader Greenwood, what are your plans?"

Under Thomas' expectant gaze, Roan laughed, then... grabbed the wine glass on the table and threw it at Thomas.

Snap——

Thomas reacted quickly and dodged the wine glass sideways. The wine glass fell to the ground with a shattering sound and turned into a pile of glass.

With a cold snort, Thomas was about to speak when he saw a black shadow suddenly pounce on him. The other party was Roan!

Thomas was shocked by Luo An's speed. He quickly kicked hard and leaned back, knocking the back of the sofa to the ground, thus avoiding the opponent's attack.

Boom——

The sofa fell to the ground, and a muffled sound came from the room. Thomas quickly prepared to retract his legs and get up from the ground to fight back.

Before his limbs moved, Thomas's face changed slightly. He felt that his left leg was grabbed by someone.

The next second, a huge force far beyond imagination came from his left leg. Thomas felt like a rag doll, and he actually flew up directly!

Grabbing Thomas' left leg with both hands, Luo An's eyes flashed a cold color, and he threw him to the wall on the side.

Bang——

Another muffled sound, Thomas' back hit the wall heavily, and the severe pain made him almost spit out blood. Thomas took a breath of cold air when he fell to the ground:

"My back..."

Luo An had no intention of stopping at all. In the blink of an eye, he moved to the wall and kicked it hard.

"You damned brat!"

Feeling the sound of wind breaking through the air caused by the whip kick, Thomas' face changed drastically and he cursed, while quickly raising his arms to the side of his head to block it.

Crack --

The moment his arms touched the whip kick, the sound of his broken arm and the sharp pain that instantly spread to his brain made Thomas' eyes widen in surprise.

Thomas had no chance to speak at all. Under the terrifying force, he could not support his body that had just sat up. He was kicked and fell down, and his head hit the floor heavily.

"Congratulations, Mr. Thomas, you are arrested."

Glancing at Thomas' arms that were twisted in the opposite direction, Luo An squatted down and pressed his knees on his back, took out handcuffs and handcuffed Thomas' feet tightly, and said in a calm voice:

"You have the right to remain silent. If you don't remain silent, then everything you say can be used as your evidence in court."

This sentence comes from the "Miranda Warning" in Western countries. It is well known to women and children in the federation. It is a procedural statement made by federal police when arresting people.

However, Luo An rarely said this sentence. He would either shoot the enemy to hell directly and not have the chance to say it; or this sentence would be stated by other members of the investigation team, and Luo An was too lazy to say it.

"You mother fu-ker!"

Thomas, who was pressed to the floor, shouted and scolded, and finally couldn't help spitting blood. On the one hand, his broken arm made him feel very angry, and on the other hand, Thomas yelled:

"I'll say it for the last time! I have poisoned you! If you don't want to die, let me go! Otherwise, I will never give you the antidote!

Clement! You damn old thing! Let this guy who attacked me let go!"

On the sofa, Clement sat upright with a wine glass, but there was a trace of confusion on his face, and he hadn't fully reacted yet.

Luo An's movements were too fast. Clement only felt that he blinked, and Thomas was thrown away, kicked down, and finally handcuffed and firmly controlled by Luo An.

After carefully reviewing for a few seconds, Mr. Clement came back to his senses, and his eyes were full of surprise when he looked at Luo An.

Mr. Clement knew that Roan was very skilled, and most of the prisoners were captured by him personally, and his fighting ability was very strong.

But these things were only seen in documents or heard from other people. Mr. Clement had never seen Roan in action.

Seeing Roan's action of arresting people today, Mr. Clement realized what he meant by "Roan is very powerful"!

Mr. Clement has seen those special forces in the army, but now he feels that those special forces may be better than Roan's shooting skills, but they are definitely not as fast as Roan's reaction speed!

As his throat rolled, Mr. Clement's hands trembled a little, not because of shock but shock. Clement was also young, and he had dreamed of being strong and killing the enemy with one blow. Roan's action just now was what he dreamed of when he was young!

"Lies like poison are really boring, Mr. Thomas."

Mr. Clement has been silent all the time. Roan reached out and patted Thomas on the shoulder, and smiled:

"Always treating others as fools will only make yourself a fool in the end."

As soon as he walked out of the villa, Roan turned on the "emotional perception" in his mind, and never turned it off when he entered the villa.

When Mr. Clement took out the pistol, the "emotional perception" "trembled".

Later, whether picking up the glass of red wine or being forced to inhale the secondhand smoke from the cigar, "emotional perception" did not issue a warning, which means that there was no danger for either of them.

In addition, when Thomas said that the cigar smoke had been poisoned by him, "emotional perception" clearly felt that the other party was lying.

Luo An finally determined that this sentence must be a delaying tactic that Thomas thought of temporarily, the purpose of which was to interfere with the emotions and judgment of Luo An and Clement, and buy time for his escape.

"Shit!"

After Luo An's voice fell, Thomas' face turned red and white, and finally he cursed a few words, and completely lowered his head and lay on the ground without making a sound.

On the other side, Mr. Clement took a few deep breaths, his hands stopped shaking, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Well done."

Clement put down the glass, stood up and walked to Luo An's side, reached out and patted Luo An's shoulder, and asked with his head down:

"Thomas, let me ask you one last time, when you went to "Skull Flower" to find the killer, what did you want the other party to do?"

Thomas closed his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mr. Clement was too lazy to continue asking questions and waved his hand at Roan:

"Call someone to take him back."

"Okay, sir."

Roan smiled, took out his mobile phone and made a call. Mr. Clement's secretary quickly brought someone over.

After handing Thomas over to the other party, Roan was about to talk to the secretary for a few words when Mr. Clement invited Roan into his car and said:

"Roan, tell me about the interrogation of the CIA director."