Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 251: Flour Paste Face

With one leg forward and the other back, his body bent forward, Reesi's posture looked somewhat indecent and awkward, causing her to grimace.

For some reason, Reesi felt like Luo An did it on purpose.

Walking past Reesi, Luo An patted her shoulder and leisurely made his way to Darrell Roger. He kicked the pistol that had fallen to the ground toward Reesi, then said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Darrell Roger. Looks like you're heading back to prison to further your education."

"Ptui!"

Hearing this, the beardless and bald-faced Darrell Roger's expression instantly turned ferocious, and he fiercely spat a lump of thick phlegm toward Luo An.

But Luo An easily blocked it with a broken flour bag that he grabbed.

Not only that, Luo An then casually threw the flour bag back into Darrell Roger's face.

"Ah ah ah—"

Covered in his own phlegm and flour, an enraged Darrell Roger struggled furiously but to no avail, as Reesi had already pulled out handcuffs and secured his hands.

Moreover, worried that Darrell Roger would spit again, Reesi did not remove the flour bag from his head and directly stuffed him into the SUV like that.

After the hospital had treated Darrell Roger's wrist gunshot wound, everyone inside the Jacob Federation Building saw Reesi and Luo An escorting a man who looked like he was performing some sort of performance art back to Investigation Team Five.

Darrell Roger: "..."

Inside the interrogation room, Luo An snatched the flour bag off Darrell Roger's head, and the sudden brightness made Darrell Roger squint. After seeing Luo An and Reesi clearly, he instinctively tried to spit again.

Luo An saw his move and chuckled, shaking the flour bag in his hand:

"Think carefully before you spit!"

Darrell Roger's expression froze, thinking whether to swallow it back?

Darrell Roger gradually calmed down. Reesi opened the folder in her hand and began to list all his crimes over the years: sexual assault, illegal possession of firearms, intimidation, first-degree assault...

"And now you've added resisting arrest and assaulting a federal agent."

Closing the folder abruptly, Reesi said expressionlessly:

"Darrell, how's recent life treating you? Still forcing women to sleep with you through threats?"

"No, ever since I got money, women flock to me."

Darrell Roger scoffed dismissively, then gestured at Luo An:

"Pal, your partner might need some ***."

As someone who had spent a long time in prison, Darrell was full of indecent and vulgar words. Luo An, tired of listening to him, simply said:

"You don't like the type of woman I partner with? Is it because she threatens you, right? Just like Flavia Fran?"

"That's just a nosy bitch!"

Hearing Luo An utter the name Flavia, Darrell immediately became furious, slamming the table and angrily said:

"She even wants to tell those bitches that I got infected with the AIDS virus!

It's one thing to tell them, but does that bitch also plan to tell my boss and colleagues where I work?

Damn, do you know how hard it was for me to find a job?"

Luo An nodded and continued Darrell's words:

"So to protect your job, you killed Flavia Fran, right?"

"I didn't kill anyone! You damn FBI! ***"

Darrell was extremely angry upon hearing this and began to spew out curses.

Luo An leaned back casually and shrugged his shoulders:

"If you didn't kill anyone, then why did you pull out a gun without hesitation when we found you?"

"..."

Hearing this, Darrell Roger immediately fell silent.

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"Still planning to hide it?"

Reesi sneered and violently threw the folder on the interrogation table:

"We have already sent someone to search your house and your warehouse, hoping they're cleaner than your mouth."

"OK! OK!"

Darrell stayed silent for a few seconds and raised his hands, admitting that he only fired the gun because he thought the little bit of weeds hidden in his basement was discovered and he reacted out of fear.

"But I really didn't kill Flavia Fran!"

After listening to Darrell's statement, Luo An gave Reesi a look, and she nodded and left the interrogation room, taking out her phone to call Reed, who went to Darrell's home for a search, instructing him to specifically search the basement.

"I'll tentatively accept your explanation."

After Reesi left the interrogation room, Luo An chuckled and continued to look at Darrell Roger, asking:

"But the charge of assaulting a federal agent still stands, so to reduce your charges, do you have any clues about Flavia's murder last night?"

Darrell Roger, who was quite familiar with the Federal laws because of his frequent jail visits, thought carefully for a moment, then suddenly looked up, after receiving an affirmative response from Luo An, he revealed:

"This morning, when I left home for work, I noticed someone with a notebook trailing me. I wanted to catch the guy and teach him a lesson, but he was on a bike and I couldn't catch up."

Luo An's eyes slightly squinted:

"What color was the notebook in that guy's hand?"

"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly."

Darrell Roger shrugged his shoulders:

"But the bike that guy rode looked pretty good, you might want to check the surveillance videos of that area... if there are surveillance cameras."

Leaving the interrogation room, just as Luo An reached his workstation, Reesi came up with her phone and chuckled:

"Reed found an entire cabinet of large-sized bags in Darrell Roger's basement, Darrell obviously wanted to make a big profit from these."

"Too bad, Darrell won't be making anything now."

Luo An wasn't concerned about the large-sized bags, casually replied to Reesi, and then asked Mona and William to pull the surveillance records of the area mentioned by Darrell.

Seeing this, Reesi rested her chin on her hand and looked puzzled at Mona typing on the keyboard, asking:

"Luo An, if the guy trailing Darrell is the murderer of Flavia, why would he be following Darrell? It doesn't make sense, does it?"