Mona's sudden shout startled Luo An so much that he almost threw the steering wheel out.
The next second, Luo An snapped back to his senses and quickly turned his head to ask:
"What? When did he die? How did he die?"
Mona lowered her head to check the computer, speaking rapidly:
"I just hacked into the New York Police Department's internal network, trying to locate West's position, and found out that West died in a car accident at an intersection in the Lower District of Queens ten minutes ago, killed instantly! But the New York Police Department found bomb materials in the car's tires."
"Ten minutes ago?"
Luo An's pupils dilated abruptly, and Mona also realized something. Both looked at each other and exclaimed in unison:
"Silencing by murder!"
"They acted that fast?"
Hearing Mona's rapid typing, Luo An turned the car around heading towards Queens, rubbing his temple with his left hand, feeling troubled about the mastermind.
After passing two intersections, something suddenly struck Luo An, and he abruptly pulled the car to the side of the road, turning to Mona and said solemnly:
"Mona, is there a possibility that West wasn't the killer of Mike, but instead the person Mike was waiting for at the bar?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, Mona paused her typing, came to a sudden realization, and continued Luo An's analysis:
"Mike wanted to meet and talk to West about something, but West, worried that Mike was being tracked and that the bar was unsafe, didn't meet with Mike there, but instead found a place to contact him after Mike left the bar!"
"Exactly!"
Luo An nodded and continued:
"Their counter-tracking skills were clearly inadequate, and eventually, the murderer saw them both. The murderer killed Mike in the park last night but didn't find what he wanted, so he murdered West today..."
As he was speaking, Luo An suddenly clapped his hands, his eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:
"Mona, were West's car keys found at the scene of the accident?"
"Car keys?"
Mona was puzzled, but still instinctively started typing. A few seconds later, she looked up and replied:
"No, the New York Police Department did not find the car keys."
"I knew it!"
Luo An laughed and started the car, turning it around in the middle of the street and heading in the other direction.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Mona felt very uncomfortable with the inertia from the car's turning. Seeing that the direction of the car was not heading towards the accident scene, she asked hastily:
"Hey! Luo An, where are we going?"
"To West's house!"
Hearing Luo An's somewhat excited reply, Mona pondered for a few seconds and then suddenly realized:
"Men usually keep their car keys together with their house keys."
"Exactly."
Luo An nodded, sped up after crossing the traffic light:
"The murderer definitely didn't find what he wanted on West's body or in his car, so he must be heading to West's home. If we're fast enough, we might catch the real culprit!"
Looking at the houses quickly receding outside the car window, and then seeing how the car weaved through the traffic moving quickly forward, Mona swallowed her saliva, silently switched from typing to holding the seatbelt, and turned to say:
"Luo An, there's no need to rush so much; if anything happens, even if you are from the FBI, your driving license will be suspended."
Luo An chuckled, stepped the gas pedal to the floor, and confidently said:
"Don't worry, I don't have a driver's license; they can't suspend what I don't have."
"W T F?"
"Heh, just joking."
...
Screech—
On a road in Scasday, a pitch-black SUV abruptly halted next to a two-story villa.
Mona donned a bulletproof vest, wielding a Glock 19 she descended from the passenger side, turned her head to see Luo An with a helmet, fully armed, twitching his mouth but nodded and gestured a pose, the two then headed toward the villa's main entrance.
Luo An held his guns and stepped up the stairs. Peering through the glass window, he noticed no signs of anyone inside. Seeing Mona looking at him awaiting to proceed, he didn't hesitate and kicked the door flying off its hinges, while bellowing out:
"FBI OPEN UP!"
Bang—
The house was quiet, as if unoccupied. Mona looked at the broken door beneath Luo An's feet, not sure what to say, but still clutched her gun and followed Luo An to swiftly search every room in the villa.
"Clear."
"Clear."
Confirming no one was inside the villa, Mona began to meticulously inspect the house, only to discover the floor scattered with magazines, coffee, books, and other miscellaneous items.
Clearly, the criminal beat them there, not only found what they wanted and left, but also scrambled the villa to confound those investigating.
Mona began contacting the head of Investigation Group Five, hoping the other party would send someone to search the house for clues. Luo An, spotting the shattered kitchen window and spices scattered on the stairs, furrowed his brows:
"Something's not right."
"Hm?"
Seeing Mona puzzled, Luo An didn't hesitate to put on his helmet again and drew his gun, as he walked slowly towards the back door muttering:
"The criminal hasn't gone far; the disorder seems deliberate, in fact, they left in a hurry! Who would scatter spices everywhere? They must have seen our car and panicked."
Mona nodded, pistol in hand she closely followed him.
Carefully opening the villa's back door, Luo An spun around and dashed out only to find no pedestrians on the road, just several vehicles parked along the side.
"Lou An?"
Mona tilted her head looking toward Lou An, who gestured with his hands, gun in both, and slowly advanced to the nearest gold Chevrolet while loudly shouting:
"FBI! Roll down your window! Hands on the steering wheel, let me see your hands!"
"OK! OK! Don't shoot!"
The window rolled down slowly, revealing a white girl in a tank top dress before their eyes. Luo An quickly scanned, finding only the girl in the Chevrolet, and Mona relaxed slightly.
Probably not her.
Luo An and Mona exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts. Luo An stepped back, Mona holstered her gun, ready to question the girl.
At that moment, a black Ford not far ahead of the gold Chevrolet suddenly started. Luo An raised his gun to shout at the driver, but the Ford's owner reacted quicker, halfway down the window without even glancing at Luo An's position, he extended his hand out with a gun and pulled the trigger!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Get down!"
Luo An swiftly pushed Mona to the ground, pulling the front door of the gold Chevrolet in front of him, ignoring the high-pitched vocals of the distressed tank-top girl, Luo An switched his Glock 18 to burst mode and fired towards the direction of the black Ford.
Bang bang bang bang—
Luo An's shooting was precise, bullets not only hitting the Ford driver's gun-holding left hand and wrist, making him drop his weapon, but even some bullets grazing his scalp through the rear glass, making the Ford driver break out in a cold sweat.
"Fu-k!"
After cursing loudly, the Ford driver no longer hesitated; comprehending whether or not the front was rightly aligned, he floored the gas pedal towards the main road.
Seeing this, Lou An decisively aimed at the Ford's right rear tire, Bang!
With the sound of the gun, the previously straight-going Ford immediately began swaying on the road, not lasting long before crashing into roadside trash cans.