Michael Jett smiled and glanced at Sally next to him, "Getting shot in the shoulder won't kill you."

Because Sally was present, Luke and Michael Jett chatted briefly before leaving; their main purpose today was still Mo Shaohong.

Mo Shaohong's room was in Ward 609.

There were two FBI plainclothes guards at the door.

Michael Jett and Luke directly pushed open the ward door and walked in. Mo Shaohong lay on the hospital bed, with his hands and feet chained to prevent him from escaping.

This guy is a dangerous element; one can't be too cautious.

Luke and Michael Jett walked to the bedside, and Mo Shaohong's gaze coldly scrutinized them.

Michael Jett checked his handcuffs and joked, "Your new jewelry is beautiful, suits you well."

Mo Shaohong clenched his fists, making a crunching noise.

Michael Jett asked, "Do you know why we arrested you?"

"No, you've got the wrong person."

"Do you know Ma Jiansheng?"

"Never heard of the name."

"He's an accountant."

"I don't have any accountant friends."

Michael Jett took out a photo of Ma Jiansheng, pointing at it and questioning, "Is he the one you killed?"

Mo Shaohong glanced at the photo and shook his head, "No, I told you, you've got the wrong person.

It's best to let me go quickly, or my lawyer will definitely sue you."

Michael Jett scoffed, "Sue us for what?

So many people saw you attack the police in the subway; we have more than enough reason to arrest you based on that alone.

I swear, you are definitely going to jail."

"In that case, there's nothing more to say."

Luke kept his eyes on the other person, "Hey, how about we talk?"

Mo Shaohong glanced at Luke, "If I hadn't been shot, you wouldn't have caught me."

"If you feel that way, we'll have another match when there's a chance."

"You're very good.

But you're not ruthless enough to yourself, too afraid to go all out, that's your biggest flaw."

"You're wrong.

I'm a cop; I don't need to go all out. Just catching you is enough." Luke replied, shifting the topic, "Why did you kill Ma Jiansheng?"

"I told you, I didn't kill Ma Jiansheng."

"Have you ever been to Ma Jiansheng's house?"

"No."

"Who ordered you to kill Ma Jiansheng?"

"No one ordered me."

"Was it the Flying Dragon Gang?"

"No."

Luke continued to stare at the other, noticing signs of lying, "Your Muay Thai is impressive, but lying is not your strong suit."

"I don't want to see you guys anymore, nor will I answer your questions again.

If you have evidence, you can convict me directly.

Otherwise, please leave." After Mo Shaohong said this, he closed his eyes.

From the conversation just now, Luke could already confirm that he was the murderer of Ma Jiansheng.

But this guy definitely has more than one life on his hands and might even be a professional killer; finding evidence to convict him won't be easy.

Of course, that's Michael Jett's problem to worry about. Luke had confirmed through conversation that Mo Shaohong was the killer, which was enough.

He helped the FBI catch the real murderer; as for whether he could be convicted, that would depend on the FBI's ability.

Michael Jett also seemed to sense Mo Shaohong's attitude and didn't say anything more.

Then, the two left Mo Shaohong's ward, somewhat silent all the way.

When they reached the hospital parking lot, Michael Jett said, "Consultant Li, I forgot something and need to go back once.

Would you like to come with me?"

Luke glanced at him, "I have an appointment tonight."

Michael Jett nodded, "See you tomorrow."

Luke smiled and drove away.

...

Ward 609.

The door suddenly swung open without warning.

Mo Shaohong's eyes snapped open, looking towards the doorway, "I told you.

I won't answer any more of your questions."

Michael Jett closed the door and walked directly to the bedside, taking out his phone to open a photo, "Do you recognize the person in the photo?"

Mo Shaohong turned his head to look at the photo, his eyes immediately turned red, "This has nothing to do with them."

In the photo was a Thai woman in her thirties holding a four or five-year-old girl.

"I just received a call from the immigration office saying there were issues with their immigration documents; they might be deported back to Thailand."

Mo Shaohong's eyes widened, "No, they can't go back, you're going to kill them."

"Don't shift the blame to my identity; you should know very well that their immigration documents have issues, and according to American law they need to be deported.

This has nothing to do with me.

Moreover, they are originally Thai, why can't they go back?"

"You don't understand Thailand at all; I offended some people there.

If they go back to Thailand and are discovered by those people,

there's a very real possibility they'll be sold into the red-light district.

You can't do this."

"Hey, let me say it again.

It's not what I want to do.

It was discovered that their immigration documents were illegal while we were investigating you.

According to the law, they are to be deported.

It's not me causing this to them.

It's you who's harming them."

Mo Shaohong pleaded, "I beg you to help them, I know you can."

"Firstly, this matter is now handled by the immigration office, and secondly, I have no reason to help them."

"What do you really want?"

"I want you to tell the truth, did you kill Ma Jiansheng?

If you lie, I'll leave immediately."

Mo Shaohong lowered his voice, "If I tell you, they'll die anyway."