Legendary FBI Detective

"What? Are you crazy?"

Hearing Roan's words, the smile on Lacey's face froze immediately, and then she shouted angrily:

"Of course we also know that the deaths of Lydia's previous husbands are not normal, but we can't find evidence, Roan! Do you think you can find out the truth behind this incident by yourself?"

"why not?"

Roan put on his seat belt with a smile, and said with a smile:

"Believe me, Lacey, I have an advantage over the FBI agents who have investigated the case before."

Lacey was taken aback: "What advantage?"

Roan grinned, showing his white teeth:

"I can experience what Lydia's previous husbands felt, and it allows me to find clues that previous agents couldn't."

".FU-K YOU! Roan, you are such an asshole!"

Hearing this, Lacey scolded Roan with black lines all over her head, but she didn't care about the dirty joke at all, and then asked with a serious face:

"Are you sure, Roan, you really want to investigate this case?"

"certainly."

Roan nodded, indicating that Lacey can drive now, or she can drive by herself.

Resolutely rejecting Roan's idea of ​​driving his own car, Lacey stepped on the accelerator, the car walked into the road, and at the same time said irritably:

"Now that you have decided, I will not persuade you anymore. But when you are with Lydia, never turn off your phone. I will call you every once in a while. If I don't answer for more than a minute, I will I will take someone to rescue you immediately, OK?"

"What?"

Roan looked shocked: "Is there any need to exaggerate?"

"FU-K, this is for your own good! I'm afraid you will die on Lydia's bed!"

Lacey scratched her hair, with regret on her face:

"I should have watched you last night, or given you a girl, so that you and Lydia wouldn't hook up."

"Thank you for your concern, Lacey, but you have to trust me."

Roan glanced at the system page, and solemnly said to Lacey:

"I'm not the kind of man whose brain will be dominated by the people below. I will always stay awake at critical moments."

Hearing this, Lacey tilted her head and glanced down at Roan, then at Roan's ordinary handsome face, turned her head and continued to drive while curling her lips in disdain:

"Oh, man."

Roan: "."

Five minutes later, across from the gate of the "Queen of Fire" bar in Manhattan, Lacey's car came to a slow stop.

"OK, we've arrived at Lydia's magic pit."

After parking the car, Lacey tilted her head and glanced at the shining lights. She had already started to enter the bar one after another, and said to Roan with a displeased face:

"I'll cancel the date tonight, wait for you outside, and call you every once in a while."

"Forehead."

Roan, who had unbuttoned his seat belt, was speechless when he heard this, and said:

"It's really not possible, Lacey, believe me, I will never do something I am not sure about."

Lacey ignored Roan's words, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone, not knowing who she was sending a message to.

"All right."

Shrugging, Roan opened the car door and got out of the car. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and say:

"I'll have someone bring you dinner later."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Sure enough, no matter how good Roan is, he is still a man."

After making an appointment with the person opposite on the phone to play again tomorrow, Lacey unfastened her seat belt and changed into a more comfortable position. Looking at Roan's back, she snorted coldly:

"Still an arrogant man."

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The "Flame Queen" bar is very large. In addition to the dance floor, bar counter, and singer's performance area on the first floor, there are also the second, third, and fourth floors.

The fourth floor includes the office of the bar owner, who claims to be the bar manager, Lydia.

And several private rooms with strong privacy.

Downstairs, the lights are shining, shaking their heads and bouncing, and they are drunk.

Upstairs, there are lots of smiles, cups of wine, and business.

Walk into the bar, follow the lead of a waitress and take the elevator to the fourth floor. After walking to the door of the innermost private room, the waiter turns and leaves.

Luo An frowned, and pushed open the door of the private room. The imaginary wine table, fruit, and a bunch of pious people drinking did not appear, but what he saw was a huge room that was opened up, which was very spacious.

In the four corners of the room, there are sandbags and pear balls, and there are a bunch of boxing gloves and dumbbells hanging on the wall. There are also treadmills and various fitness equipment, which are very complete.

In the center of the room is a big red sofa and a simple square ring. At this time, there was a woman holding a pet dog sitting on the sofa, and two women were boxing in the ring.

Luo An recognized the 1.75-meter-tall man in the ring at a glance, 86-61-90, wearing protective gear, wearing double ponytails, wearing a black tube top, with mountains and peaks, black sports shorts underneath, and slender legs , strong and powerful womanhood.

Bar owner, Lydia Ruth.

bang bang bang—

Hearing the sound of the door being opened, the two women fighting on the ring slowly stopped.

Lydia took off her protective gear and walked out of the ring. After drinking her saliva, she showed a smile, stepped forward and gave Roan a big hug:

"Good evening, honey, you're so early."

"After receiving your call, I will come here immediately after get off work."

Roan hooked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and stamped Lydia's mouth, then walked towards the ring in the middle of the room with his arms around her, and asked with a smile:

"Why, did you call me here because you wanted to beat me up and avenge me for leaving this afternoon without waking you up?"

"of course not!"

Lydia waved her hand, signaled the coach to leave the room, and whispered in Roan's ear:

"I know you have to go to work today. You worked so hard last night. You worked hard."

Hearing this, Roan's eyelids twitched. Before he could continue speaking, Lydia took him to the sofa and introduced Roan with her palms up:

"This is Ms. Yolande, I think you should know her."

"Of course I do."

Roan nodded, with a standard eight-teeth smile on his face, he reached out and shook hands with Ms. Yolande, who never forgets to bring her pet dog with her wherever she goes:

"Hi, Ms. Yolande, nice to see you here."

This Ms. Yolande was the wife of a Yale member who had played games with the clinic doctor in the ward for 40 minutes in the clinic in Skarsdale, and came out to find that the car was lost.

But why would a congressman's wife come to a place like the 'Flame Queen' bar?

"Hello, Agent Roan."

Ms. Yolande reached out and shook Roan's hand. Without any nonsense, she took out an envelope from the bag beside her and said:

"Thank you for rescuing my daughter who skipped class from gangsters on the road outside the small town of Skarsdale. Here are some thank you money. I hope you can accept it."

Roan raised his brows. It turned out that the girl in a sling who was bruised on her back in the shootout with the murderer before, was stuffed into the trunk by the murderer, and was finally hanged by her own hemostatic potion, was the daughter of Ms. Yolande. .

Before Roan reached out to take the envelope, Ms. Yolande took out another check from her pocket, pressed it on the envelope, and at the same time fixed her eyes on Roan, and said seriously:

"This check is $100,000. I hope you will completely forget about what happened in Skarsdale starting today, okay?"

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