Legendary FBI Detective

Upon hearing what Luo An had to say, Horst immediately shook his head without a second thought.

So the Monitoring Department handles the most complex, time-consuming, and offensive part of the work, and they just get thirty percent of the gains?

Horst stretched out his hand, his eyes fixated on Luo An:

"I can accept a thirty-seventy split, but I want seventy!"

"No way!"

Luo An shook his head in refusal:

"Don't forget, your Yurik from the Monitoring Department is still in my interrogation room."

Having a mole among your subordinates could be a minor or major concern for management; it all depends on whether others have meddled in this matter.

Thus, Horst immediately widened his eyes and stared back defiantly at Luo An.

The two men held their gaze for a moment before Horst pursed his lips:

"Forty-sixty split, I want sixty!"

"I want sixty!"

A gleam of shrewdness flashed in Luo An's eyes as he spoke softly:

"If this case drags on too long, those people might get a chance to leave the Federation!

Group Leader Horst, you wouldn't want to see your agents exhausting themselves to identify suspects, only for your split-second hesitation to let them escape ahead of time, right?"

"..."

Horst felt a twitch in his face at Luo An's words. Something seemed off about them.

Taking a deep breath, Horst asked in a low voice:

"Do you have any more leads?"

"Of course!"

Luo An nodded, pulled out his phone to check:

"They're preparing to leave the Federation now."

"...Fifty-fifty it is!"

After a long moment's hesitation, Horst got out his final allocation proposal with gritted teeth. He could let go, but his agents' share was absolutely non-negotiable.

Luo An looked at Horst, silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded:

"OK, let's go with fifty-fifty."

Horst finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Luo An suddenly grabbed him and asked softly:

"One last question, who gets the fifty?"

"???"

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After making a little joke with Horst, Luo An chatted briefly with him, handed the scene over to the group of agents from the Monitoring Department, then walked towards a nearby car under the admiring gazes of the agents.

"Wait a moment!"

Just then, Hunter Anderson suddenly ran over, looking serious as he said to Luo An:

"Thank you, Deputy Group Leader Greenwood."

"Yeah."

Luo An knew what he was referring to and casually responded as he prepared to drive away, hearing Hunter continue:

"Deputy Group Leader Greenwood, I'd like to apply to join your Special Investigation Team."

"Hmm?"

Sitting in the driver's seat of the SUV, Luo An was slightly taken aback and turned to look at Hunter.

Joining a SWAT task force, Hunter's physical fitness, shooting, and combat skills were certainly not lacking.

Moreover, Hunter had been working in the Bureau of Weapons of Mass Destruction and chose to join SWAT in order to avenge his cousin, indicating his high level of knowledge, emotional depth, resilience, and ability to control his emotions during critical moments.

From these aspects, Hunter qualified to join the Special Investigation Team.

However, those who had sent self-recommendation letters to the Special Investigation Team were all extraordinary, each with their unique skills, and compared to them, Hunter didn't particularly stand out.

After thinking it over, Luo An said:

"In a few days, the Special Investigation Team might hold a test; if you're interested, you could sign up."

With that, Luo An didn't wait for a reply, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the SUV surged forward.

Watching the disappearing silhouette of the car and seeing Lawrence being shoved inside, Hunter Anderson pursed his lips tightly, silently made a firm resolution, and then turned to leave.

On the other hand, Luo An drove the SUV through an intersection, holding his phone and smilingly asked:

"How about it, Mona, did you find any clues?"

"Of course!"

From the office area of the Special Investigation Team, Mona patted Michelle on the arm and responded with a smile:

"Credit goes to Michelle, she found some clues about the other party in the FBI's Washington Headquarters database."

"Well done!"

Luo An briefly chatted for a while and then called Reesi:

"Your temporary holiday is over, Reesi, come out and work with me."

After receiving Reesi's response, Luo An hung up the phone. While driving to the destination, he silently reviewed all the clues he had gathered about the case.

Previously, Lawrence mentioned clues about a high-ranking SWAT member and a high-ranking Criminal Justice Department official.

The orders to kill Group Leader Owen and Pearson were issued by these two.

These two alone couldn't steal 9 million US Dollars from the foundation, so Horst had just stripped the masks off those black-clad enemies, asking the Monitoring Department to check their identities, and then discovered that all these people were operatives from Homeland Security.

Previously Luo An used the cell phone of the leader among the black-clad enemies to send a message to Mona, and Mona successfully found the last person the phone contacted, discovering that it was a high-ranking official from Homeland Security.

This high-ranking official appeared to have clear financial records on the surface, but privately, he had several overseas accounts, where the dates of deposits coincided closely with when the foundation's funds went missing.

Soon after, Reesi, who had been hiding for a long time, got into the SUV and brought Luo An a thick hamburger.

After listening to Luo An's recount, Reesi nodded while eating and muttered:

"So, the real mastermind behind this, is this high-ranking official from Homeland Security, the one stealing money from the foundation, right?"

"No."

Luo An, continuing to drive the SUV rapidly forward, shook his head:

"Actually, this high-ranking official from Homeland Security is only responsible for covering up the news."

"?"

Reesi looked confused:

"What do you mean?"

"Literally."

Luo An handed his phone to Reesi, explaining:

"Why did Group Leader Owen write in previous clues that someone 'stole' 9 million US Dollars from the foundation? Because the mastermind's operation was indeed stealing!"

Under the rules of the FBI Officers and SWAT Employees Injury and Disability Retirement Fund, frontline injured officers are entitled to request help from this fund.

To withdraw money from the fund discreetly and without raising suspicion, the high-ranking SWAT official would exaggerate the number of injured personnel to the foundation, creating many more supposed injuries than were real, and draw excess funds.

To prevent detection of this activity, the high-ranking official from the Criminal Justice Department used his methods to monitor continuously, dispatching people to eliminate threats when something seemed amiss.

According to the trias politica principle characteristic of the Federation Society, the foundation's internal structure is organized in the same manner, with part of the Homeland Security high official's duty encompassing supervision over the foundation's accounting.

How much money is in the foundation and how it's spent is well known to the accountants inside, but they're supervised by the high-ranking official of Homeland Security, ensuring the news of any financial discrepancies is tightly controlled.

"But..."

Upon hearing this, Reesi raised her own question:

"But, according to the rules of that foundation, taking money out requires another party's review; they can't possibly—"

As she spoke, Reesi noticed Luo An's slightly upturned mouth and finally realized, suddenly widening her eyes in surprise:

"You mean, the real mastermind controlling this, is actually the person responsible for reviewing and approving the disbursement of funds?"

"Exactly."

Luo An grinned and said:

"In the Federation Society, if someone's car isn't damaged, but he tells his insurance company that his car is wrecked and wants to claim compensation, he must give a portion of the received money to the visiting insurance company officer for review.

Conversely, if the insurance company officer wants to make money, what would he do?"

"Son of a bitch!"

Reesi instantly understood the implication of Luo An's words, cursing under her breath, then after a few seconds of silence, she pointed at the three suspects responsible for the review on Luo An's phone, and asked through clenched teeth:

"Who exactly is it?"

Luo An didn't answer, instead, he glanced at the rearview mirror:

"No rush, let's shake off the tail first then talk."