Legendary FBI Detective

Special Investigation Team, Office Area.

Hearing what Reesi said on the phone, Mona quickly stood up and handed the phone to Luo An. Luo An briefly apologized to their supervisor Potante Byrne before taking the phone and asked:

"What's going on?"

"Ke Green is planning to leave Los Angeles."

Reesi explained that she had just discovered Ke Green had purchased a plane ticket to Las Vegas for tomorrow morning.

Luo An closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, then suddenly opened his eyes and said with a laugh:

"Reesi, let's thank Ke Green, your dream of a public-funds-funded vacation can finally come true now."

"That's not the kind of public-funds-funded travel I want."

Reesi rolled her eyes on the other end of the call, understanding the implication in Luo An's words—that this time she would have to follow Ke Green to Las Vegas.

Given the urgent situation, with six bank robbers and the Special Investigation Team currently having identified only this one suspect, Luo An had no choice but to have Reesi keep close tabs on him.

After some thought, Luo An continued with a chuckle:

"This is a good thing, Reesi. You've said before that Ke Green doesn't indulge in cocaine, he hasn't sought out women or gambled recently, and he's barely been drinking.

Considering that Ke Green is now planning to go to Las Vegas, it's clear that he's been saving his energy for an upcoming spree of debauchery.

This will be when he's most likely to let his guard down, and when we're most likely to catch any slip-ups he makes."

"I understand."

Reesi, having seen all kinds of high life, knew how the mindset of most people changes with sudden newfound wealth. Her mind worked quickly, and she immediately came up with a plan for her tracking mission.

After a brief discussion, right before Luo An hung up the phone, Reesi asked her final question:

"How much funding do we have for this public-funds-funded trip?"

"..."

Luo An rolled his eyes as he hung up. He would definitely provide enough money, but not too much. Given Reesi's character, she wouldn't pocket those funds for herself; she would spend generously on the very best of everything.

After handing the phone back to Mona, Luo An picked up his own phone and had a brief discussion with Potante Byrne about the progress the Special Investigation Team was making on the toxic gas case.

Upon learning that the team had already identified a possible suspect, Potante Byrne was first surprised, then beamed with satisfaction, praising Luo An for his clear thinking and comprehensive planning.

He had thought it would take Luo An about half a month to get a lead on the case, but now it seemed that he had underestimated the Special Investigation Team.

Luo An chatted with Potante Byrne for a moment and then shifted the topic to the bank robbery case, briefly mentioning the current situation with the bank robbers that their team was facing.

"It's okay, Luo An, just take care of the toxic gas case."

Supervisor Potante Byrne chuckled softly upon hearing this, quietly indicating there was no rush with the bank robbery case.

Even though California First Republican Bank suffered significant losses, there's a bank being robbed in Los Angeles every day, and for over seventy percent of these cases, the robbers couldn't be found for a long time.

For such situations, the vast majority of FBI investigators simply wait for the robbers to slip up during another heist, then, while the robbers are in custody, meticulously comb through previous bank robberies, compare them one by one, and eventually load up the court cases to add time to the robber's sentence.

In the end, Potante Byrne quietly suggested that if the team really felt they couldn't crack the bank robbery case, the Special Investigation Team could hand it off, and he would assign another team to handle it.

As long as they solve this toxic gas case, the credit will certainly go to the Special Investigation Team.

A glint of determination flashed in Luo An's eyes as he grinned and nodded:

"I understand, thank you, Chief."

After hanging up, Luo An sat down on a nearby chair to start eating the dinner that had been brought to him. It had been a hectic evening; the barbecue had gone a bit cold.

Considering whether to hand over the bank robbery case or not, Luo An briefly thought about it before dismissing the option.

The reason was simple: if Ke Green was preparing to go to Las Vegas for fun, it meant he wasn't one of those exceptionally strong-willed individuals.

And those accustomed to making big, fast money are unable to calm down and steadily work a job for a paycheck—they'll only continue down the path of earning quick cash.

They might start with setting a goal for themselves, like quitting once they make a million dollars.

But once they actually make a million, that target might change to two million, then three million, continually going up until they get caught and thrown into prison.

Las Vegas is a world-famous den of iniquity, and the money that Ke Green stole this time really doesn't amount to much; it'll be spent in no time at all. Likely, he will contact one of the five robbers he worked with before to talk about another job, and that will be the Special Investigation Team's chance to catch them.

After arresting the robbers, the bank will naturally have to show some appreciation for the special investigation team's travel and other expenses, since the United States is a capitalist country where everything is driven by money.

By that time, the team supervisor gets political achievements, the Special Investigation Team gets funding, the bank balances their books, and the robbers get the opportunity to go to prison to receive an "education." Everyone has a bright future ahead.

Robbers: "..."

Mona finished off several large chunks of Mexican grilled meat and took a big swig of the complimentary cola, burping contentedly.

Meanwhile, Michelle and Mona had also finished their dinner. Most of what they ordered were vegetables, pasta, and other dishes. They only ordered a small portion of grilled meat and hadn't even finished it.

"Luo An, I've found out about 'White Bruce.'"

Mona wiped her mouth with a napkin, stopped typing on the keyboard, and showed her laptop screen to Luo An, saying:

"The guy is very careful, he's layered himself with several covers, but I still managed to find his computer IP, which led me to his address and identity."

Luo An moved his chair next to Mona and squinted at the computer screen:

"New East District of San Francisco, Tom Hamilton."

"Correct."

Mona nodded and continued to explain:

"Tom Hamilton, 38 years old, has been jailed for violent assault with a weapon after public altercations where he verbal abuses black and Asian people. After his release, he opened a small bar."

"OK."

Luo An nodded, then suddenly he noticed a photo in the corner of Tom Hamilton's bar. The photo had a red background and prominently displayed a large white sun surrounded by many flames, with a double lozenge shape in the center.

With a puzzled face, Luo An pointed at the photo and asked:

"What is this symbol?"

Mona frowned, took back the computer and said:

"I'll investigate right now."

"No need to check, I know what it means."

Michelle, who was beside them, spoke up and drew Luo An and Mona's attention. She explained with a frown:

"That's the emblem of the 'First Order,' a white supremacist organization.

The organization has clear slogans and objectives, such as 'We must protect our people, the future of our white children, and remove the trash that shouldn't be on federal land' and similar phrases."

Mona's brow furrowed:

"Sounds a bit like Nazi slogans, doesn't it?"

"The fact that this emblem is hung in the bar indicates that Tom Hamilton is very likely also a member of the organization."

Luo An pondered for a few seconds, connecting all the dots, and said:

"So Tom Hamilton went online to contact Professor Lloyd Webster to buy poison gas, likely to execute the 'First Order's' objectives: using the gas to massively exterminate people of color."

"Fu-k!"

"Damn bastard!"

Mona and Michelle's expressions darkened. Mona rapidly typed a few strokes on the keyboard and lifted her head with a stern face to say:

"Tom Hamilton's computer has traces of encryption. To investigate his chat records and other information, I'll need a little time."

"Check it on the go."

Luo An put on his jacket and headed out the door, saying:

"We're heading to San Francisco right now, to have a talk with Mr. Tom Hamilton about the federal race issues."