Grenade!

"Nicely done, Roan."

Seeing Avila walk out of the room and order the waiter at the bar to look for the people, Lacey threw the whip aside and patted Roan's shoulder in satisfaction.

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled at lying."

"Are you complimenting me or scolding me?"

After looking around the room, Lacey casually picked up an egg-shaped toy that had not been unwrapped and stuffed it into her pocket. She then gave Roan an an unopened grenade-like toy and smiled.

"Of course I'm praising you. You're not lying to me."

Ignoring Lacey's small movements, Roan turned around and left the pink room. Seeing this, the bar owner, Avila, beckoned for him to hurry over. Then, she led the two of them into a room with a purple door.

"These people are our service staff."

Avila stuffed more than ten pink name cards into Roan's hands and scratched his palm. Then, she pointed at the men and women who entered the room and said, "They're all here."

Looking at the name cards expressionlessly, Roan saw that there were more than 15 men and women in the room. After a moment of silence, he turned around and asked, "All these people served Sabina?"

"Who's Sabrina?"

Lacey patted Roan on the shoulder and whispered, "The people who came out to play didn't use their real names."

After saying that, Lacey showed the photo on her phone to everyone. When they saw the photo, they suddenly realized something.

"So it's Calista!"

"Our Punishment Queen!"

"She's our favorite customer!"

"Yes, yes. Every time I serve her, I can't get out of bed!"

Hearing the comments of the men and women in the room about Sabrina, Roan silently sighed that Mr. Darren had been cheated on.

After coughing to attract everyone's attention, Roan asked with a serious expression, "From eight o'clock last night to six o'clock this morning, have any of you seen Calista?"

Everyone looked at each other without answering. A Caucasian girl with tanned skin and obvious waistline and abs laughed.

"Mr. Agent, the time you are asking is the busy period of our work. The boss is here watching, how can we dare to skip work?"

Avila slapped the girl's butt fiercely, and the girl smiled coquettishly as she dodged. Seeing this, Roan frowned and pulled Avila back, asking seriously, "Are you sure these people were at work yesterday? Was there anyone who ran out to deliver food halfway? Thinking about it carefully, don't hide it from me. Lying to a federal agent is a serious crime!"

Roan had already said these words.

Rowan's serious question calmed Avila down. After looking at the men and women in the room carefully, she patted his head and said, "There's a black man, Klein. He's here part-time and isn't in his room right now. He seemed to have gone out with Calista yesterday."

"Where is he?"

"In the blue room."

Upon hearing this news, Roan and Lacey exchanged a glance. They walked past the crowd and walked towards the blue room that Avila mentioned.

A black man wearing only pants walked out of the blue room. Seeing this, Lacey shouted, "Did you see Calista yesterday?"

"?"

Hearing someone call his name, Klein subconsciously turned around. His pupils constricted when he saw Roan and Lacey in suits. He dropped the toys in his hands and ran away.

"Fu*k"

The moment Klein took a step forward, Roan also rushed towards Klein. The lights in the hall were dim, and Klein was a black man. If he hid in a dark corner, it would be difficult for Roan to find him.

As a black man who had struggled to grow up on the edge of society, running was a common occurrence for him.

He had been chased by the New York Police before, but now he was being chased by the FBI. Not only did he not panic, but he even chose the best escape route.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the shining door, Klein grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. So what if it was the FBI? They were still left behind. Did they really think that all these years of running were for nothing?

Eh? What was this?

Hearing the sound of the wind, Klein subconsciously looked up and was scared out of his wits.

A grenade!

"Sh*t!"

The moment the grenade landed in front of him, Klein's legs went weak. He subconsciously knelt on the ground and held his head with both hands, ready to face the impact of the explosion.

However... Nothing happened.

It was not as if nothing had happened. Lacey walked up and handcuffed Klein. Under Klein's shocked gaze, Roan picked up the grenade and shook it up and down. He smiled and asked, "I heard that you're working part-time here. Can you tell me how to play with this toy?"

"... F*ck! Damn it!"

Realizing that he had been tricked by the toy, Klein cursed loudly. Lacey frowned and snatched the grenade from Roan's hand and stuffed it into Klein's mouth.

"Stop scolding. You have plenty of time to do so when you get back to the FBI."

"Mmm..."

When he heard that Roan and Lacey were going to bring him back to the FBI headquarters, he immediately cowered and shook his head.

Seeing that Klein had stopped cursing, Roan wanted to pull the grenade out of his mouth and ask him a few questions…Then, he realized that he could not pull it out.

"…"

...

10 minutes later, in the purple room, Lacey used the liquid in every room to successfully pull the grenade out of Klegg's mouth.

"Ugh!"

The taste of the grease might not be good. After the grenade left his mouth, Klein hugged the trash can in the room and vomited crazily.

Lacey went to the bathroom to clean her hands with an ugly expression. Roan patted Klein on the shoulder and asked gently, "Tell me, how did you kill Callista?"

"What?"

Hearing Roan's question, the shocked Klein almost threw the trash can to the side. He hurriedly raised his head and replied, "I've never killed anyone! You can't do this! You can't use me as a scapegoat!"

It was 2005, only four years after the plane crashed into the building. In the past few years, there had been many rumors that the FBI could not solve the case and arrested some ethnic minorities to take the blame.

Among them, there were many black people and more Arabs.

Roan had just joined the FBI, so he was not familiar with the FBI's dirty tricks. Seeing that Klein refusing to admit that he was the murderer, Roan spread his hands.

"Calista is missing. Your boss and colleagues said that you were the last person to see her yesterday. Who else could it be if not you?"

"F*ck!"

Hearing what Roan said, Klein cursed, but he still hurriedly explained, "Bro, it really wasn't me. I did leave this place with Calista yesterday, but we were only together for about ten minutes. The two of us had just laid in bed when she picked up a call and left. At that time, I felt uncomfortable for a long time!"

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Of course!"

Since this was about his life, he didn't dare to lie and said, "After leaving Calista's house, I went to look for my girlfriend. She can testify for me. I was with my girlfriend from 8.30 PM until this morning!"

"... You have a girlfriend?"

"Of course, work is work, and life is life. I've always been clear about the difference!"

Roan was speechless.