Chapter 571: Chapter 565： new missing person

Chapter 565 New Missing Person

Winslow and Lacey followed Luo An and rushed into the villa. When they were quickly checking every room, they suddenly found a figure hiding in the kitchen and aiming a gun at Luo An!

“Luo An! Be careful!” x2

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the hidden figure turned cold and moved his finger, ready to pull the trigger.

Luo An, who had already discovered the opponent with his "emotional perception", moved faster. The second before he was hiding and preparing to shoot, Luo An had already swooped over like a cheetah.

∣

Hit his figure with a kick, grabbed the weapon from the opponent's hand with his right hand, moved his eyes slightly, aimed at the opponent's body and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

In the astonished eyes of Winslow and Lacey, the next second Luoan pulled the trigger, two patches and thin metal wires flew out from the muzzle of the gun and stuck firmly on the hidden arm.



“Uh…uh…uh…”

The sound of crackling electricity sounded, and the face of the hidden figure who wanted to get up to fight back changed, and his body suddenly swung uncontrollably.

 Winslow and Lacey quickly walked to Luo An and aimed their guns at the hidden figure on the ground.

Seeing each other lying on the ground, with six left hands and seven right hands twitching, the two of them looked surprised:

“Stun gun?”

Luo An smiled, shook the black pistol in his hand, and said:

“It’s still the most high-end and most expensive kind.”

Winslow grinned, lowered his arms and put away the weapon in his hand:

“He lives in a villa and buys a stun pistol. He doesn’t look like a poor person.”

Turning off the current device, Pressley, who was swinging on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with an unhappy face:

“Who are you? Why did you break into my house!”

“As I said, FBI.”

Winslow grabbed Presley’s clothes, pulled him up from the ground, and asked:

“Who instructs you to do things?”

“What?”

Presley’s face was full of surprise:

"what are you saying?"

Patted Winslow on the shoulder, Luo An stepped forward and said with a smile:

“We found out that you were stalking Seamus Lucille-Christa, and now that she’s dead, what do you want to say?”

“W-T-F?!”

Hearing Luo An’s words, Presley was stunned for a moment, then shook his head nervously and said:

“No! No! No...it’s not me, it’s not what I did, it has nothing to do with me!”

Lacie snorted coldly:

“Then why are you following her?”

Pressley looked troubled:

“I really didn’t do it!”

Luo An raised the stun gun in his hand and said seriously::

“Then give us a convincing reason.

Don’t forget, you are attacking the police. "

Presley's face looked very ugly and he was silent for a long time. He said:

“OK, my current identity is a private detective.

Private detective, do you understand? "

 Winslow and Lacey frowned slightly, and Pressley continued to explain:

“I was hired to keep an eye on Lucille Christa, it’s that simple.”

Luo An’s expression remained unchanged and he asked:

“Who is the person who hired you?”

"this…"

Presley swallowed, looked at Luo An's increasingly cold face, and quickly replied:

“He’s Lucille Christa’s boyfriend.”

"Boy friend?"

 Winslow and Lacey were stunned when they heard this word, and Luo An was also a little confused, because there was no such information in the information they had obtained before.

Presley took a deep breath. Anyway, his mouth was already opened, so he simply told everything he knew:

“Guys, the boyfriend I’m talking about is a male model that Lucille Christa found in the past six months.

Before this, Lucille Krista had found many handsome men, but this time the male model was very motivated. He planned to rely on his "skills" to firmly grasp Lucille Krista. tower.

But you know, skills can be practiced, but women’s hearts are very fickle.

In order to prevent new competitors from appearing, the male model asked me to follow Lucille Christa and pay attention to her movements at all times. "

“…”x3

After Pressley finished explaining, Roan, Winslow and Lacey looked at each other, and they all thought of the old woman in the Christa family who was still looking for men to play with in her seventies.

While speechless, the three of them also felt a little emotional:

Mother and daughter are of the same blood, and Lucille Christa is indeed her biological child.

Turning his eyes away from this matter, Luo An briefly talked about the disappearance of four people at that corner on the night of the incident, and asked:

“Did you see anything that night?”

“No, I wasn’t there that night.”

Presley shook his head again and said:

“The dinner that day was of a very high standard, and I couldn’t get in, so I simply drove away to do another business.”

Lacey was a little surprised: "You have another business?"

“Hey, this is the Federation! There are a lot of similar businesses, okay?”

Presley grinned, and then said mysteriously:

“Guess, what is my second business?”

 Luo An didn’t say anything, Lacey and Winslow just looked at him quietly.

"Alright alright…"

Presley curled his lips, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and whispered:

“A certain congressman in Las Vegas has a daughter who is not his biological daughter!”

“…”x3

Winslow looked at him expressionlessly. A hint of interest in gossip flashed in Lacey's eyes but was quickly suppressed. Roan rubbed his temples, thought for a few seconds, asked a few simple questions, and finally said:

“Get the contact information of the male model, we need to talk to him.”

Sometimes, people with close relationships know a lot of information that others don’t know.

Presley spread his hands and said:

“Sorry, I can’t contact him anymore.”

"What did you say?"

The expressions of Lacey and Winslow changed slightly, and Luoan's eyes narrowed and asked:

“What does it mean to be unreachable?”

“I just can’t get in touch with him. He’s lost contact and he still owes me a final payment.”

“When was the specific time of loss of contact?”

“I’m not sure either. He and I agreed to contact each other every three days. If there are any emergencies, it will be extra.

Three days ago last time, I could no longer contact him. "

After Pressley finished explaining, Luo An narrowed his eyes. The last three days he mentioned were the day before Congressman Shermore and President Lucille disappeared.

Without any nonsense, Luo An then asked:

“What’s the name of the male model?”

“Paul, Paul Baker!”

——

“Paul Baker, 20 years old, is from California. He is a male model who has appeared on the cover of a well-known magazine. Some media have commented that he has great potential.”

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in a temporarily borrowed office at the FBI branch in Las Vegas, Chenelle pointed to a photo of a handsome and beautiful white young man on her computer screen, and said with a little surprise:

“I didn’t expect that he and 38-year-old Lucille Christa would actually have such a relationship.”

Luo An’s expression remained unchanged and he asked:

“Can you find out the specific circumstances of his disappearance?”

Chenelle replied while typing on the keyboard:

“The local law enforcement department in Las Vegas has some information, and I’m getting it.”

“OK, good work.”

Roan nodded, turned around and found Lacey and Winslow huddled together, whispering something.

Luo An was a little confused when he saw this:

"what are you guys saying?"

"Forehead…"

Winslow and Lacey looked at each other, smiled awkwardly, and whispered:

“We found that people in the Christa family seem to like people of the opposite **** who are younger than themselves.

Like Lucille Christa and this male model, Lester Christa and Lexa O'Dell.

We were discussing, Seymour-Christa, whether he would..."

Roan's eyes flashed with a hint of speechlessness. Just as he was about to speak, Michelle next to him suddenly said in shock:

“Everyone, I’ve discovered something here!”

Hearing this, everyone present hurriedly gathered together, and Luo An asked:

"How to say?"

“I checked on Seamor Christa’s emotional status.”

Michelle typed on the keyboard a few times and explained:

“Then I found out that he had divorced his wife eight months ago.

But during these eight months, he had an emotional connection with a female reporter named Igilia. "

Luo An thought of something, his eyes narrowed, and he asked:

“How is the female reporter doing now?”

Michelle swallowed, and the hairs all over her body stood up:

“Also missing.”

(End of this chapter)