Legendary FBI Detective

"You're alive, thank God."

Hearing that there was no strange voice coming from the other end of the phone, Lacey snorted coldly:

"Haven't you started the game with Lydia yet? Or is it over?"

"Your last sentence is an insult to me."

Roan rolled his eyes: "I'm fine, let's talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Roan bent down to pick up the dropped pin, saw an unnatural blue light on the tip of the pin, and laughed:

"You really surprised me tonight, honey, what is this? Some kind of neurotoxin?"

"Fu-k!"

Lydia, who was slumped on the ground, cursed secretly. After wiping off the drink on her face, she raised her head and gave Roan a hard look, and then explained in a flat tone:

"It's not a toxin, it's a potion that can quickly make people faint."

"Just fainted?"

Roan's eyelids twitched, and he bent down to look at Lydia, who was a little makeup but still very beautiful, and laughed:

"Do you think I believe it or not?"

"snort!"

Lydia snorted coldly, and raised her hair to reveal her snow-white neck: "You can try to pierce me."

"OK."

Hearing this, Roan's eyes flickered, and then he raised his hand and stabbed Lydia's neck with a pin.

"F"

Feeling the faint stabbing pain from her neck, Lydia's eyes widened instantly, but as soon as she uttered a word, she rolled her eyes and fell backwards.

He reached out and touched Lydia's conscience to make sure her heart was still beating and she was not dead.

Luo An nodded: "It's really not a toxin."

When Lydia said that the pin was not toxin and lifted her hair, Luo An was half convinced.

Some people would risk their own lives, but women like Lydia were obviously not like that.

At the same time, Roan also judged that Lydia's real identity was probably not an agent, let alone a spy.

High probability, not 100%.

The reason is simple, Lydia is rich, beautiful and has a good figure, and she is not too old at the age of 30.

Food and beverages are not the most expensive in the world, but they are not cheap either. All behaviors in life are in line with the two words of enjoyment.

Moreover, although the "Flame Queen" bar is not ranked in the whole city of New York, it is also well-known in Manhattan.

This kind of woman can't be an agent, and the basic requirement of an agent is not to attract attention.

Lydia's behavior, actions, and this face full of temptation perfectly avoided the basic requirements of the agent.

A spy is also impossible. As I said before, the FBI has investigated Lydia. If she is really a spy, it is impossible for the FBI to find out nothing.

After excluding agents and spies, there is another possibility of Lydia's identity, Roan's colleague in the previous life - the killer.

But Lydia's skills are average, and her behavior in the bar every day can't be called swaggering, it can also be called swaggering.

No killer in the world would do that.

Besides, Roan, the former killer, didn't feel the slightest bit of killer temperament in Lydia.

After temporarily ruling out these possibilities, Roan couldn't guess what Lydia's identity was.

If you can't think of it, don't think about it. You're just in a coma. Just wait for Lydia to wake up and ask directly.

Without hesitation, Roan bent down and hugged Lydia, who was in a coma, onto the bed. He casually took out a few black silk from the hanger next to him, folded it several times, and then lifted Lydia's hands up and tied them to the head of the bed.

The same goes for your feet.

Then

Roan turned and left the bedroom, walked to the desk in the manager's office, and began to search for information related to Lydia's true identity.

A few minutes later, Lydia woke up slowly.

Feeling the bound hands and feet, Lydia's heart beat violently, she turned her body slightly, and found that the feeling of the clothes was still there, and then she calmed down.

"Shit!"

Gritting her silver teeth tightly, Lydia twisted her hands calmly, preparing to break free from the stockings that bound her, while scolding Roan in her heart, and at the same time preparing to teach him some profound lessons in the future.

At this moment, Roan suddenly walked over from the manager's office. Seeing this, Lydia hurriedly stopped and closed her eyes to pretend that she was still awake.

"Stop pretending, honey."

Instead of playing the little game of 'guess, I guess, are you awake' with Lydia, Roan held a signature pen of the same type that Lydia had thrown under the bed before, which he found in the dark compartment of the desk.

Holding it in his hand, Roan sat down beside Lydia and said with a smile:

"Now that you're awake, let's talk. Come on, the first question, who are you?"

"you"

Lydia opened her eyes, and just as she was about to yell with anger, Roan pressed the pen.

A drop of liquid flowed out and landed on Lydia's cheeks. Roan's tone was amiable, with a warm smile:

"Don't swear, honey."

"I"

Seeing that the signature pen was getting closer and closer to her mouth, Lydia subconsciously moved her body backwards anxiously, but her hands and feet were bound, and the moving distance was really limited. After she woke up, she hurriedly shouted:

"I'm a senior informant for the NSA!"

"???"

Hearing this, Luo An was stunned.

NSA, the full name of the National Security Agency, is the National Security Agency of the United States, which belongs to the Department of Defense and is an intelligence agency of the federal government.

Seeing Roan's expressionless face, Lydia thought he didn't believe it, so she hurriedly explained:

"It's true here! I didn't lie to you! You can call ** this number! The other party is my person in charge! She can prove my identity!"

After a moment of silence, Roan temporarily moved the pen in his hand away from her face, fixed his eyes on Lydia, and asked sharply:

"Why is your Security Bureau following me?"

"The Security Bureau didn't follow you, all this is just my private behavior."

Seeing that her identity had been completely exposed, Lydia sighed, and stopped hiding it now, and said directly:

"I just want to use your identity to approach the agent of your No. 5 investigation team: Mona Evans."

Mona Evans, whose father's name is Javari Evans, is a staff operation officer of the Operations Department in a certain field of the CIA.

During a certain mission a year ago, an operation commanded by Mona's father resulted in casualties beyond the plan.

And in the follow-up investigation, it was found that a large amount of funds in this mission were unknown, so the CIA started a systematic investigation of Mona's father after the mission was over.

"What does this have to do with your NSA?"

Hearing this, Roan was a little puzzled. Even if Mona's father pocketed his own money, it was an internal problem of the CIA itself, and it was not the NSA's turn to intervene.

And the CIA has a lot of things in its pockets, and it's not bad for Mona's father.

"You're right, the matter has nothing to do with the NSA."

Lydia nodded and agreed with Roan's statement, but then said that half a year ago, when the NSA was monitoring an organized crime group in the Los Angeles area, it suddenly heard "Jacquel Joe En' name.

And this Jacquier, according to the data, was one of the soldiers killed in Mona's father's failed operation.

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