Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 284: Operation Over, Those Who Plant Flags Meet a Bad End.

With the order from team supervisor Potante Byrne, the SWAT officers and LAPD who had been waiting for a long time at both the front and back doors of the bank immediately got up and quickly charged into the bank.

Several snipers from SWAT, lying in vantage points for half a day, simultaneously pulled their triggers.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three gunshots rang out, a single remaining robber at the front door of the bank and two at the back door instantly had their heads burst open, falling backward to the ground.

"The cops outside are moving! Quick, get the remote!"

"Take down this guy!"

Meanwhile, the complexions of the three robbers in the bank lobby changed drastically. Two of them continued to fire wildly at Luo An's position, while another rushed even faster toward the remote control device on the ground.

Ding!

Gurgle gurgle—

And at this moment, suddenly, something round rolled in front of the three men. Robber number four, running at the front with eyes about to split, cried out loudly:

"Explo—"

Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion abruptly burst forth. The blinding, dazzling white light caused robber number four's ears and eyes to instantly bleed.

Bang!

The next second, a bullet from the Glock 18 shot out fiercely, successfully entering the forehead of robber number four and sending him to hell.

Having dealt with one, two remained. Luo An, who had already activated his "emotional perception" in his mind, pulled the trigger, swiftly turned the muzzle, and instantly fired at the other two figures.

Bang! Bang!

After two short, powerful gunshots, one of them fell to the ground on his back. Luo An was about to fire at the second person's position when a sharp whistling sound rushed towards his ear.

Bang!

Seeing the ferocious face of robber number six and the gleam of the dagger in his hand, Luo An stepped back, crouched down in a horse stance, dodged, and then immediately straightened up, ready to pull the trigger.

Sssss—

To avoid the knife coming toward his neck, Luo An twisted his body and the muzzle went askew, hitting the steel wall of the vault nearby.

"Ha!"

Robber number six swung the dagger again. Luo An simply turned the palm of his hand, slid the pistol into his waistband, and with eyes faintly red, roared in a low voice:

"You dare to play with daggers in front of me?!"

Luo An decisively switched from gun to fist, agilely dodging the other's dagger, stepping aside with a side horse stance, and threw a punch.

His fist whistling through the air, amplified by his physical strength, became unusually pleasing to the ear, akin to an arrow shooting from a bowstring, heading straight for the opening in robber number six's abdomen.

In the Eastern martial arts community, there is a saying, "A good sound is worth a thousand pieces of gold," meaning the sound made during kung fu is an indication of profound martial skill.

Luo An knew how to kill, and thanks to the system, his physical condition was very high, so such a sound was not too difficult for him.

Robber number six heard the whistling sound, his face showing terror, and while bending over, the dagger once again slashed toward Luo An's wrist.

Boom!

A punch hit robber number six in the opening, and the pleasant sound of the bowstring instantly unleashed tremendous power.

Robber number six's body uncontrollably stumbled back until his back smashed against the steel wall of the bank counter, fresh blood uncontrollably spurted out of his mouth, with a look of shock on his face.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Seeing robber number six's dumbfounded face but still enduring the pain on his body to continue pouncing toward the remote control device not far away, Luo An couldn't be bothered to continue the martial contest with him, and directly took out his pistol from behind.

Bang!

The bullet shot out from the barrel, and a bloody hole instantly appeared in the back of robber number six's head, his legs went weak, and he fell forward to the ground.

Reaching out with his right hand that had aimed to grab the remote control, robber number six, with eyes about to split, watched as fresh blood from his forehead flowed down past his eyes to his mouth corner and finally to the ground, his eyes staring, lost all breath.

"Planting a flag for oneself never ends well."

Luo An holstered his Glock 18, picked up the remote control from the ground, and shook his head repeatedly at the sight of Agent Six, who lay dead with eyes wide open.

It was this Agent Six who planned to chat with his girlfriend's husband after robbing the bank this time.

Now it seems that conversation will never happen.

Tossing the bomb's remote control to the SWAT officers nearby, Luo An continued towards the depths of the bank, where the vault was located.

There were eight robbers in total; the SWAT team took out three guards, and Luo An himself had dealt with four. Now only one remained.

If everything went as expected, the remaining one should be the hacker.

The SWAT officers and LAPD who took the bomb's remote control and stormed into the bank were shocked at the sight of the four dead bodies on the ground.

Aside from the pistol-wielding gang leader, the rest were armed with rifles, tough characters indeed.

The massive street battle that took place earlier in Los Angeles had seen them take down hostile mercenaries, which spoke volumes about their capabilities.

But they had not expected Luo An to take down three of them single-handedly with just a pistol.

Several SWAT agents exchanged glances. They had heard that Luo An was the deputy head of the Special Investigation Team.

And that Special Investigation Team had just been established at the FBI's Los Angeles Branch, reportedly short-staffed.

Mona, seeing the bodies on the ground, frowned deeply, clutching her laptop and quickly followed in Luo An's wake.

Although Luo An had assured her beforehand that he was confident, she couldn't help but worry about him.

After this operation, she must talk to Luo An; as a deputy head, there is no need for him to always be at the forefront...

Reesi swallowed silently as she watched Luo An's retreating figure. She realized that Luo An's skills were becoming more and more terrifying. She really wanted to know how he trained, as she never saw him often practicing combat.

If given the chance, Reesi would ask Luo An for guidance. Not that she thought she could beat Luo An, but by learning from him, Reesi felt she might have the strength and skill to take on three, or even five opponents on her own.

Morton York, chief of Investigation Team Four, remained silent and contemplative. Setting aside Luo An's detective capabilities, his displayed combat prowess alone made the position of deputy head of the Special Investigation Team well within his reach.

It was a pity that due to their different statuses, he truly wanted to recruit Luo An under his command; none of the young people in Investigation Team Four could match Luo An.

Group Supervisor Potante Byrne's eyes shone as he watched Luo An's back. He had never imagined Luo An could achieve this! ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Thinking back to when he was Luo An's age, Potante Byrne realized he was nowhere near as capable as Luo An.

"He's a promising young man!"

Potante Byrne strided forward, quickly catching up with Luo An towards the deeper parts of the bank. He planned to have a thorough talk with Luo An once this was completely settled.

Potante Byrne knew behind Luo An was Vireness and was aware of who was behind Vireness.

However, in his view, overseas was the most suitable place for Luo An's development; a place like Washington would only waste his talents.

Meanwhile, Luo An, with his pistol in hand, slowly walked towards the server room. Noticing Mona and Potante Byrne catching up, Luo An nodded at them and then, holding his Glock 18, dashed into the room:

"FBI!"

No one responded in the room, apart from the long-dead bank manager lying on the floor and a young Caucasian man sprawled silently beside a pile of computers burnt to pieces.

Luo An walked over and turned the body, confirming the man was indeed the hacker Esodo. But he was already breathless, bleeding from the ears, mouth, and nose, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted in distortion.

"That's cold-blooded."

Although Luo An didn't know the exact cause of the man's death, he was certain that the one who acted was definitely Jack.

Luo An put away his Glock 18, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed a small object stuck to the sole of the man's shoe. Just as he picked it up, Potante Byrne and Mona entered the room.

"How is it?"

"Obviously, he was silenced before I arrived."

A gleam crossed Luo An's eyes as he covertly pocketed the small object and replied:

"The bank's losses will probably take a long time to determine."

"That's a problem for the bank side."

Potante Byrne glanced at the body on the ground, and after a brief discussion, the scene was handed over to the forensic investigators.

In the distance, at the airport, the LAPD chief's phone suddenly rang.