Luke asked, "How's Chen Yue doing?"

Michael Jett sighed, "I just asked the doctor, and they still need to observe her for a while longer.

Hope she can pull through."

Luke said to Louise who was beside him, "Where is Chen Ning?"

"We sent her home first, a female agent is taking care of her."

"Go talk to her and see if she's met Song Jinbao.

If she doesn't know him, then ask around the restaurant." If Chen Yue and Song Jinbao were really partners, there should be some connections between them.

"Aren't you coming with me?"

Luke shook his head, "No, my charm typically only works on women above eighteen.

Too young and I can't handle it."

"Oh, so I'm not yet eighteen.

Bye～"

Louise waved to everyone and left the hospital room.

"Ring ring ring..."

Michael Jett's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and quickly left the room.

Only Luke and Amir were left in the hospital room.

Luke had nothing much to say to him, so he picked up an orange and started eating.

Amir asked, "Is it sweet?"

Luke nodded.

"My girlfriend bought it."

Luke nodded again.

Amir "..."

After a while, Michael Jett pushed the door open and came in, "Guys, I just got some news, anyone want to guess?"

Amir pondered for a moment, "Is there news about Song Jinbao?"

"Guess again."

Luke guessed, "Did you find Zheng Lagong?"

Michael Jett snapped his fingers, "To be precise, his corpse."

"Where?"

"At a winery in the outskirts of New York.

Come on, we'll talk on the way."

Amir instinctively wanted to get up, but before he could sit upright, he clutched his chest, "I... wish you all the best."

Michael Jett patted his shoulder, "Buddy, rest and recover, and wait for our good news."

...

Inside a black Chevrolet SUV.

Michael Jett was driving, with Luke in the passenger seat.

Luke took out a cigarette, "You mind?"

Michael Jett took a deep breath, "No, I like the smell of smoke."

Luke lit the cigarette and took a drag, "Where did you get the news?"

"The Intelligence Department."

Luke nodded, it was common for informants to be in the gangs.

"Who killed Zheng Lagong?"

"The Intelligence Department isn't sure either, just that a male body was found at Karma Winery, and it's an asset of the Flying Dragon Gang. According to the information, the body is very likely to be Zheng Lagong.

We need to get to the winery quickly; the body could be disposed of at any time."

Luke was a bit surprised, "The Flying Dragon Gang has a winery under their name?"

"That's right, these bastards have more money than you'd think." Michael Jett chuckled, "Who do you think killed Zheng Lagong?"

Luke exhaled smoke, "I think there are two possibilities. First, the Flying Dragon Gang found out that Zheng Lagong was a police informant and decided to clean house themselves.

Second, Mo Shaohong killed Zheng Lagong."

Michael Jett said, "I'm more inclined to the second possibility."

Luke extended his right hand out the window, flicking off the ash, "Under what pretext do you plan to search the winery?"

"Smuggling."

"Authorized?"

"Of course, Negan has already approved it when we left." Michael Jett smirked, "A winery under a gang's control? No way it's clean. Issues will surface, one way or another.

Authorization is not a problem at all."

Although there's no fixed standard, Luke felt that the Federales seemed to get search warrants more easily than the police.

Karma Winery.

This is a vineyard and winery that produces wine.

The Federales drove into the winery, surrounded by a vast plantation, estimated to be at least two to three hundred acres, with a factory, villa, warehouse, and other facilities built in the middle of the vineyard.

Luke stepped out of the Chevrolet SUV, the air filled with a faint, elusive fragrance.

He looked at the fruitful vineyard and thought being a farmer wouldn't be bad at all.

An Asian middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a refined appearance approached, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Michael Jett tilted his head, "No, we have a search warrant."

The Asian man spread his hands, "Sir, has something happened?"

Michael Jett asked back, "Who are you?"

"I'm the manager of the winery, Charlie Liao."

"We received a tip-off that your winery is involved in smuggling, and we need to search it according to the law.

Manager Liao, please cooperate."

"May I see the search warrant?"

"Of course." Michael Jett took out the search warrant and handed it to him.

Manager Liao looked at the search warrant, his expression a bit nervous, "I think there might be some misunderstanding, our winery never does anything illegal."

"Then let's investigate why there's such a misunderstanding." Michael Jett waved his hand, "Guys, let's get to work.

Manager Liao, have your people cooperate."

The winery's building area is quite large, with residential, guest areas, wine-making workshops, and warehouses, making the search time-consuming.

Since the winery has gang connections, and to avoid the gang members going berserk when the body was found, the Federales agents were fully armed.

Luke looked at the vast vineyard; it was indeed a good place to hide a body, making it difficult to find the corpse.

"Michael, should we consider deploying sniffer dogs?"

Michael Jett took out his phone, "I was thinking the same."