CHAPTER 809: CHAPTER 811: THE TRUE POLITICAL CENTER

5:30 a.m., Washington D.C, Georgetown, inside an unremarkable little building.

"Did you apprehend the relevant personnel?"

"Ready for interrogation at any time?"

Beside the square dark brown wooden table, Ms. Ingeborg looked at Luo An in disbelief, while Trick Kennedy and Mr. Clement’s faces were also filled with amazement.

Beside them, Mr. Maximilian, who was full of wrinkles and leaning on a cane, was also momentarily taken aback by Luo An’s words and smiled as he asked:

"Do you know who the other party is?"

"I don’t know that for now."

Luo An shook his head honestly, then added:

"However, during the investigation of this case, I did find some evidence that others are secretly meddling behind the scenes."

When Luo An initially took over this case, he indeed didn’t notice anything unusual. Initially, it was just two ordinary murder cases that caught attention because the perpetrators of the two cases were likely connected.

During the investigation, the appearance of similar inverted crosses and wooden necklaces made Luo An realize that there might be a significant problem behind the case.

The real moment Luo An sensed there was more unusual behind-the-scenes activity was when he received a text message to go to the cafe.

Walking into the cafe, Luo An immediately, relying on his "emotion detection" in his mind, sensed a cold and unmasked malevolent intention to kill him.

That person was none other than Harries, standing in front wearing a leather jacket.

Later, in a small room meeting Sister Ali, Luo An assumed Harries’ emotions stemmed from the sister’s orders.

But after Sister Ali proposed a condition, which Luo An pretended to agree to for the time being, Harries’ malicious intent not only didn’t diminish but grew more intense.

During their negotiation, Harries also exhibited much impatience, and afterward, when Luo An fought back, Harries’ emotions became much more agitated, giving the impression he could finally act and kill Luo An.

Sister Ali went through great lengths to bring Luo An for negotiation, obviously intending to have him under her control like a dog.

Harries, as Sister Ali’s subordinate, yet continuously harbored ideas of wanting to kill Luo An, led Luo An to many speculations.

For instance, Harries being mentally unstable, having personal vendettas through relatives or friends against Luo An, or Harries not being Sister Ali’s man but following someone else’s orders.

Regardless of the speculation, it signified that Harries had issues, so Luo An didn’t kill him on the spot but knocked him out and had Reesi secretly take him away, temporarily detaining him in a place only she could locate, for future interrogation.

Hearing Ms. Ingeborg’s words just now, Luo An immediately recalled this incident and found that his guess was indeed correct.

There was someone behind Harries; he was an undercover agent in Sister Ali’s ranks, and the mysterious figure’s actual goal was to use Sister Ali’s hand to eliminate Luo An.

Luo An selectively recounted half of his discoveries and analysis.

Even so, after hearing Luo An’s description, Trick Kennedy was slightly slack-jawed, and Ms. Ingeborg looked at Luo An with a mix of suspicion and uncertainty.

Maximilian examined Luo An with an appreciative look for several seconds, then turned to the similarly shocked Mr. Clement and laughed, saying:

"Clement, Ingeborg was right; you really do have a luck that’s enviable."

Having worked in the White House for most of his life, Maximilian had met countless people, and to a seventy-four-year-old, even forty-year-olds were considered young.

Even so, it was the first time Maximilian had seen someone like Luo An, with sharp perceptions, quick thinking, and exceptional combat skills, surpassing multiple adversaries with ease.

Additionally, Luo An lacked neither political acumen nor knowledge of rules and how to exploit them.

Most importantly, Luo An was only in his twenties, not yet thirty, with decades ahead of him.

Thinking this through, a scarcely noticeable flash of envy crossed Maximilian’s eyes as he looked deeply at Luo An, patted his shoulder, and then left the room quietly with his cane.

Once Mr. Maximilian’s silhouette vanished, Ms. Ingeborg cautiously approached Luo An:

"You surprised me today, Luo An."

Though slightly shorter, she meticulously scrutinized Luo An several times, smiling as she gently smoothed out the creases on his shoulder fabric.

At last, Ms. Ingeborg pulled out a jet-black card with gold-embossed letters from her pocket and handed it to Luo An, smiling:

"Next month, there will be a dinner party at my estate. You and Trick should join. Remember to bring a lady friend."

"No problem, ma’am."

Luo An accepted the card, smilingly nodding:

"I certainly won’t miss it."

"Good."

Ingeborg’s smile grew more benevolent as she turned to Trick Kennedy, her smile fading, and cast him a sidelong glance saying:

"I truly wonder what Little Robert taught you... make sure to handle the subsequent matters well, don’t mess up again."

"Absolutely."

Trick Kennedy’s smile looked awkward, and Ms. Ingeborg didn’t say more, turning to lightly pat Luo An’s arm, leaving the room without a backward glance.

Now, only Luo An, Mr. Clement, and Trick Kennedy remained in the room. Luo An glanced around, about to speak, but Mr. Clement shook his head, leading the two out of the room.

An elderly white man, looking like a butler, stood at the door smiling as he handed Luo An back his weapons and equipment, though the backpack was gone. Mr. Clement saw this but said nothing, leading Luo An and Trick toward the small building’s entrance.

Once outside on the street, Trick Kennedy patted Luo An’s shoulder apologetically but said nothing. He nodded to Mr. Clement before hastily running toward a car in the distance.

Mr. Clement waved down a car, which slowly came to a stop in front of him:

"Luo An, ride with me."

"Yes, sir."

Luo An sat in the back seat of the car with Mr. Clement, the door closed, and their familiar secretary started the car moving slowly.

After several seconds of silence, Mr. Clement said:

"Trick just took that position, so he isn’t familiar with certain matters and didn’t react immediately; it wasn’t intentional for you to take on this case, but someone predicted it and made use of it."

Luo An’s expression didn’t change as he asked:

"Sir, what exactly is going on?"

Luo An had detected there was someone targeting him behind this case, but he had yet to ascertain who that person was or why they were doing so, with some aspects still puzzling him without having interrogated Harries.

To Luo An’s question, Clement didn’t answer immediately but counter-asked:

"Luo An, do you know where this is?"

Luo An glanced at the scenery outside the car window, answering:

"Northwest Washington D.C, Georgetown."

"Correct, Georgetown."

Mr. Clement nodded slightly, saying:

"Here, it’s only two miles from the White House, an eight-minute drive, with numerous notable political figures from Congress, the Supreme Court, and the White House residing nearby.

Besides that, many Federation Government departments’ ministers, deputy ministers, and key officials also live in this area."

Mr. Clement paused for a few seconds before finally turning to Luo An, smiling:

"Which is why some say Georgetown is the true political center of the Federation."