New Intern Agent of the FBI

New York, 26 Federal Square, Manhattan, Jacob's Federal Office Building, 9.00 AM.

The 23rd to 26th floors were the exclusive headquarters of the FBI's New York branch.

In a small conference room...

"I didn't expect to become the legendary FBI."

In the back corner of the conference table, Roan was sitting on a chair. He raised his hand and looked at his suit, then at the golden badge hanging on his chest. His expression was blank.

He remembered that he had only gone to Japan to observe the local customs and characteristics. How did he end up here on the plane?

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a middle-aged white, bald man and a suit walked in with a folder in his hand. He glanced around and saw that there was no lack of people. Without wasting any time, he went straight to the point.

"Attention, this is a shooting murder in the park."

The baldy opened the folder and threw a bunch of photos on the conference table. He introduced,"

" The victim's name is Mike Robert, 43 years old. On April 11, 2005, at 11.34 PM, he was shot to death on a small road in Central Park…"

After hearing the summary of the case, the intern agents on both sides of the conference table went to get the photos on the table. Roan did not move. He was sorting out the muddled memories in his mind.

In his previous life, he had been raised by an old assassin who was struggling to survive. When he grew up, he naturally learned a lot of skills. His professional ability was excellent, his technical level was high, and he had never failed since he entered the industry… In fact, he had never received an order from anyone else.

The old assassin raised Roan so that Roan could avenge him. In the end, when the old assasin died and Roan successfully left his guidance to look for his enemy. He found out that the old assasin's enemy had been caught by the local law enforcement department and sentenced to death by the court.

The enemy was alone and had no relatives. Roan did not dare to confront the prison head-on. After thinking for a few seconds, he turned around and boarded the plane to Japan. He was prepared to experience the local customs first, then open a milk tea shop to spend the rest of his life.

It was impossible to be an assassin. Not only was the risk high, but money came slowly. How could it compare to opening a milk tea shop in Japan?

"Sir, there's something I don't understand."

As the baldy briefly introduced the case, a young white man with short brown hair and thin lips, Fisher, tilted his head and asked, "Why did you give this case to us?"

There was no need to mobilize the FBI for an ordinary murder case. The New York Police Department could handle it themselves.

Before the baldy could answer, Mona, a white beauty with short red hair and an extremely streamlined body, looked at Fisher disdainfully and said, "The victim was a black reporter who came back from the war zone, and the word 'pest' was written in blood next to the body. It's obvious that this is a special hate crime targeting the victim."

Special hate crimes were under the FBI's jurisdiction.

After hearing Mona's words, the bald man nodded without batting an eyelid. He glanced at the motionless Roan at the end of the conference table and frowned slightly, but he did not respond. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention and said, "This special hate crime case will be the next stage of the test. You 20 new intern agents have to solve the case and catch the murderer by yourself within three days. The senior agents will give you corresponding points according to your performance. Those with high points can become official agents first, and those with low points can continue to work hard."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the meeting room without tidying up his folder.

The moment the door of the conference room was closed, there was a loud bang in the conference room. Many new intern agents rushed to check the photos and clues.

"What is the word 'pests' on the ground next to the victim's body referring to? Is it because of his identity as a black man or identity as a reporter?"

"It's also possible that it's both."

"Maybe he's more of a reporter. After all, the victim came back from the war zone. There are a group of religious lunatics there."

"Not necessarily. The victims have also reported a lot of corruption in the parliament."

"Enemies are really everywhere…"

Ignoring the crowd, just as baldy left the meeting room, Roan suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ear. Before he could react, a light blue page suddenly appeared in front of him.

"System loading..."

"System installation successful!"

"Today's treasure chest has been prepared. Do you want to open it?"

"Novice Gift Pack is ready. Do you want to open it?"

"...."

Roan's pupils contracted. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that no one else had noticed anything unusual.

"I haven't read novels for so many years. Those authors are not lying to me. The transmigrator really has a system bonus!"

Roan took a deep breath and muttered in his heart, 'Open it.'

In a cutscene of a crude web-based game opening a treasure chest, the system showed that the 'Treasure Chest of the Day' had been opened and revealed a 20-dollar bill and a 50-dollar bill. Novice Gift Bag: A bottle of hemostatic potion and a bottle of Water Breathing Potion.

"..."

Seeing that the system page had no more activity after that, Roan blinked and was momentarily stunned.

This system was so simple!

All the intern agents were in a hurry to analyze the clues. When Intern Agent Fisher saw the wound on the victim's chest, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted,

"Roan, hurry to my desk and bring me the third folder on the top right corner."

"..."

The expected response did not come. Fisher turned around in confusion and found that Roan was sitting in the corner of the conference table with his head lowered in deep thought. He did not notice his words at all.

Fisher's face darkened. He picked up the pen in his hand and threw it at Roan.

Hearing the sound of the wind in the air, Roan, who was sorting out his memories, subconsciously raised his hand to grab it.

Holding a pen and turning off the system page, Roan turned to look at Fisher. A memory instantly appeared in his mind.

Some time ago, when the original host, Fisher, and another intern agent named Markey went out to carry out a mission, the two of them made a mistake in the process of action, causing the criminal to escape. When they reported it to the superior, the original host was deducted 100 points, while Fisher and Markey were only reprimanded. Not a single point was deducted!

In his memory, the original host was so angry that his face turned green when he heard the news. However, he had no background and could only choose to endure it temporarily in order to become a full-time employee as soon as possible... This caused Fisher to order the original host around even more.

Roan frowned slightly. He did not have the forbearance of the original host. Just as he was about to make a move, Mona, who had noticed what was going on, threw her pen at Fisher and asked loudly,

"What are you doing? Can't you take your own things?"

Mona was one of the few computer experts among the new intern agents. She had a beautiful figure, so Fisher did not say anything after being hit by the pen. He snorted and picked up his notebook to record the clues in the photo.

"Ignore him. He's just a spoiled b*stard."

Seeing that Roan's expression was not good, the curvy Mona took a few photos and sat down beside him. She comforted him,"

"According to the information given by the officer, the person who catches the murderer of this case will get 80 points, which will make up for most of the points you lost some time ago. Also, there's a 50,000 dollar reward from the New York Press Association for this case…"

"50,000 dollars?"

In 2005, the salary of an American worker was only around 2500 dollars.

Roan did not care about the first 80 points, but the 50,000 dollars at the back made his eyes light up. He remembered what the old assassin had said to him in his previous life.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to those bullsh*t love stories. When I was young, I only wanted to make money! What's the use of being envious? We have to act on our own! We have to become richer than others!"