CHAPTER 768: CHAPTER 770: PICKING UP SOAP, EATING WESTERN FOOD

"Fu-k You!"

By the lakeside cabin, one man cursed loudly while the other did not get angry but burst into laughter instead.

Outside the small wooden cabin, Luo An and Chenier had reached their respective designated spots. Luo An raised his hand for a countdown, preparing to charge into the room after the countdown.

Just then, the laughter inside the room suddenly stopped, and a man shouted:

"Who?!"

At that, Luo An’s countdown jumped from three to one. He swung open the cabin door and yelled, raising his gun:

"FBI! Drop your weapons!"

From the other side of the cabin, Chenier also suddenly leapt through the window, raising her gun and shouting:

"FBI! Put your hands behind your head!"

The cabin wasn’t very large; there was a bed at the far end, some wooden long tables beside the wall, and in the middle of the room on a wooden chair, a Caucasian man in his fifties was firmly bound by ropes.

In front of the bound man, there was another Caucasian man, in his thirties with a notch in his right eyebrow.

The sudden intrusion of Luo An and Chenier startled both men—the bound Etwan Jones was first delighted then his eyes filled with panic.

The man with the notch in his eyebrow first grimaced, but upon seeing the FBI agents, one limping with a crutch, his nervousness vanished. He pulled out a smoke grenade, threw it at his feet, then charged towards Luo An with a wild expression.

"Careful!"

Bound to the chair, Etwan Jones exclaimed in horror, struggling furiously and shouting loudly to Luo An to watch out for the man with the notch in his eyebrow.

The man with the notch quickly moved in front of Luo An, grabbed the gun barrel, and lifted it.

Hearing Etwan Jones’s shout, the man with the notch’s smile grew more intense. He kicked at Luo An’s injured left leg, sneering:

"Agent sir, you shouldn’t be so dedicated!"

The man with the notch had already decided to first incapacitate the male FBI in front of him, then use him as a hostage to threaten the female FBI to drop her weapon.

As for what would happen after the female FBI dropped her weapon... The man with the notch licked his lips, a malevolent glint in his eyes.

As for the possibility of being counter-killed, the man with the notch didn’t even consider it. He had already seized the handgun, and the opponent was handicapped; he couldn’t possibly lose this overpowering situation!

"Thanks for the compliment."

Facing the ferocious face of the man with the notch, Luo An’s lips parted to reveal a bright and sunny smile.

Under the astonished gaze of the man with the notch, Luo An calmly stepped back with his injured left leg, dodging his attack, then suddenly swung his crutch, smashing it down on the man!

Thud—

A muffled sound. The man with the notch only felt a terrifying force from the crutch, and before he could react, he was smashed backward!

Crash—

The man with the notch heavily crashed down, smashing the long table by the wall into splinters of wood all over the floor.

Ignoring the pain, he struggled to get up, his eyes wide open and his face in shock:

"Is your leg alright?"

Luo An chuckled:

"When did I ever say there was something wrong with my leg?"

"..."x3

The room fell silent. The man with the notch, his chest heaving in fury, Etwan Jones on the chair with his mouth wide open in shock, and Chenier behind, her mouth twitching slightly before she raised the handgun again and shouted:

"Hurry and place your hands on your head, get down on the ground!"

"Son of a bi-ch!"

The man with the notch, his face green with rage, cursed loudly at Luo An and took advantage of the still lingering smoke to... leap out of the window.

The man with the notch wasn’t foolish; fleeing when outmatched was the most valuable experience he had accumulated over the years. Although somewhat ignominious, it was better than being caught.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out. Chenier missed one shot, but Luo An’s two shots precisely hit the man with the notch in his calf.

The man with the notch screamed, face first on the grass outside the cabin.

"Chenier, go handcuff him and bring him back."

"OK."

Luo An chuckled and put away his handgun, while Chenier climbed out the window, took out the handcuffs, and firmly locked them on the man with the broken eyebrows.

"Thank you so much, FBI agents."

Etwan Jones, seated on the chair, suppressed the shock and panic in his heart, thanked Luo An and Chenier with a surprised expression, and spoke at length about their bravery.

Luo An repeatedly waved his hand, indicating that these were trivial matters, not worth mentioning, and urged them to continue praising without stopping.

"..."

Etwan Jones, tied to the chair, twitched the corner of his mouth. Seeing Chenier pulling Etwan Jones back to the cabin, he struggled slightly and said:

"Mr. FBI, could you help me untie the ropes on me first?"

"No rush."

Luo An smiled, glanced at the man with the broken eyebrows who stared at him as if he wanted to eat him alive, and said:

"Mr. Etwan, could you explain why this not-so-smart kidnapper wanted to kidnap you?"

Etwan Jones swallowed hard, about to speak when Luo An immediately added:

"Also, he just mentioned ’eating your secrets for a lifetime,’ what secret is that?"

"..."x2

Both the man with the broken eyebrows and Etwan Jones fell silent upon hearing this. Chenier, who hadn’t paid much attention to this matter, suddenly realized something was wrong when she witnessed this scene.

"Both of you, I need to remind you," Luo An said.

Seeing neither of them speak, Luo An casually grabbed a chair to sit on. Amidst the man with the broken eyebrows’ hostile glare, he threw his cane aside and, with a smile, said:

"Federal law states that providing useful information can result in a reduction of penalties.

This useful information includes not only oneself but others as well."

"You Mother-Fu-ker!"

Seeing Luo An smiling at him, the man with the broken eyebrows finally lost his temper, cursed a few times, and then pointing at Etwan Jones on the chair, said:

"FBI agent, this guy he..."

"Henderson!"

The man with the broken eyebrows had only started speaking when Etwan Jones on the chair shouted loudly and then fiercely said:

"Don’t forget, that..."

Before Etwan Jones could finish, Luo An put his hand on his shoulder to interrupt him, smiling:

"Mr. Etwan Jones, obstructing the work of a federal agent is also a severe crime.

Also, Henderson staying silent and suffering all consequences by going to jail, while you dine extravagantly outside with luxury cars and beautiful women, isn’t that quite selfish?"

"You..."

Etwan Jones was taken aback, turned sharply to look at Luo An, and after a few seconds of silence, he glanced at Henderson on the ground and sighed deeply.

Henderson, who had his wounds simply bandaged by Chenier, ignored the look from Etwan Jones and coldly said:

"FBI agent, I accuse Etwan Jones of hiring someone to poison and murder Vireness, and the murdered was your superior."

"Good."

Chenier’s eyebrows twitched slightly, Luo An remained composed and then asked:

"How did he do it?"

Henderson briefly described the process, which was similar to what Luo An had deduced.

Etwan Jones was the mastermind and the one who hired the intermediary, Henderson, who paid Ophelia Johnson 80.000 US Dollars to carry out the poisoning and then to kill her.

The reason Henderson confessed all these things was simple: if he didn’t admit to these, and chose to take all responsibilities himself, he would end up in prison for the recent attack on Luo An.

Once in jail, the wealthy Etwan Jones had plenty of ways to kill Henderson, and he couldn’t bet on Etwan Jones being grateful for him taking all the blame.

Thus, the best choice for Henderson was to reveal everything and drag Etwan Jones down with him.

After Henderson finished speaking, Luo An looked at Etwan Jones and smiled:

"Now it’s your turn, Mr. Etwan Jones. Tell us, why did you poison Vireness?"