The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 235: That's easy
"Is this reliable?" Everyone in the office looked at O'Casey's information.

"Ocasio-Truss, Mexican." Robin said, "Take a good look at this last name. Does it look familiar?"

The men hesitated for a moment, then said, "The Mexican Truce?"

Robin smiled and said, "That's him. I just checked the information. The Truss family is in the witness protection program, but this O'Casey is an exception."

"When he was in school in Los Angeles, he was influenced by various LGBT organizations. When he was 18, he went directly for sex reassignment surgery. Because of this, old Truss took the school and the hospital to court, but ultimately lost the case."

"Then O'Casey fell out with the family, and then look at this."

Robin threw the information over and said with a smile, "Did you see it?"

"Multiple records of leaving the country?"

"Yes, O'Casey gave up his witness protection status. In other words, his family cut off ties with him, or he cut off ties with his family. After that, he had multiple records of leaving the country, going to Mexico."

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"Allens is just a middleman. He also needs professionals to help him ship the goods. O'Casey's identity can help him, right?"

"Besides, because she is a transgender person, this girl needs drugs to maintain her body, and she is also the secretary of the organization 'Be Yourself'. As you know, whether it is LAPD or the Border Patrol, they don't want to deal with this group of people."

One of the men grinned, "We don't want to deal with them either. These bastards always use some inexplicable reasons to accuse you of discriminating against them."

"Why would he touch contraband?" Someone asked in confusion, "It stands to reason that he has enough money and can even perform surgery on himself."

"Is it possible?" Robin smiled and said, "He got involved with contraband first, then started selling it, and only decided to undergo sex change after he had money?"

"Look at this. He was a frequent partygoer in high school. Few of those parties were clean."

One of the men sighed, “I don’t understand.”

"There are so many things you don't understand. The son of a wealthy man, that second-generation rich man, was able to hide his gender change from his father. It's normal for a Mexican who entered the United States under the witness protection program to be affected."

"Could it be for some purpose?"

"Don't think too much." Robin waved his hand: "Influencing people to change their sex is very simple, just for money. We don't need to worry about this. Check his address."

"All of Allens was silenced, why not this guy? Los Angeles is short of talent in this area. Okay, I get it. Los Angeles is indeed short of talent in this area right now."

Robin didn't answer. He thought about it, took out his cell phone and called Jim.

"I heard you were in trouble, Robin." Jim's voice sounded; "Don't tell me you were suspended again."

"Suspended?" Robin asked curiously, "Why?"

"Didn't you watch the news? A shootout between police and criminals, three citizens were injured and sent to the hospital. Fortunately, it wasn't the LAPD who did it, it was you FBI, I thought..."

"You have a point, Jim." Robin was a little surprised, "No one called me. It doesn't matter. I need to ask you something, Jim."

"Go ahead."

"Have you investigated that Allens?"

Jim was silent for a moment, then said, "Of course, Will came to me at the time, and I agreed to help them investigate."

"So, Aarons died after talking to you and investigating?"

"No." Jim shook his head: "My people didn't find that Allens at all. We went to his house three times and didn't see him." "What about the phone notification?"

“This is indeed the case.”

"About how long did it take for him to die?"

"A week?" Jim thought for a moment, then added, "Ten days to be exact. What did you find out? I'm not saying anything bad about you, Robin, but you should have told me about your progress earlier, so that things wouldn't have happened on the street."

Robin thought for a moment, then said, "I have a live one here, but I always feel that the guys who attacked us are not in the same group as the ones we are investigating. It feels like there is another group involved. Jim, I will send you some photos. Please help me find the earliest time that this group of people can be found to have appeared in Los Angeles, and where they went."

"Why do I feel like this matter is getting bigger and bigger?" Jim didn't refuse: "Send the information over. We are friends after all."

"Thanks." Robin said and hung up the phone.

Then, he looked at everyone and said, "We can't just monitor O'Casey anymore. Act now and bring this guy back first."

"We don't have a warrant Boss. Besides, why the rush?"

"I'm afraid if I wait too long she'll be silenced. Someone over there has to make a sale. Even though this guy is hard to find right now, it doesn't mean there's no replacement."

"Remember the witness protection program?" Robin smiled and said, "Although this guy withdrew, it was just because he thought that the higher-ups were happy to spend less money. But it's not something he can withdraw from just because he wants to."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

In the FBI interrogation room, an FBI agent looked at the rather sturdy "woman" sitting opposite him and asked, "O'Casey, maybe you need to explain to us why you have left the country six times in the past two years."

Behind the one-way glass outside the interrogation room, Robin watched the interrogation inside quietly.

Just at this moment, Robin's phone rang.

After checking the caller ID, Robin threw the phone onto the table.

The person next to him glanced at his phone and then reminded him, "Boss, this is a call from the boss. Are you sure you don't want to answer it?"

"Even if I don't answer, I know why he called me." Robin looked at his watch and said, "Did he bring it back according to the time?"

"Yes."

"Then it's time to start."

At this time, in the interrogation room, Okashi kept scratching his neck, his tone full of impatience: "I said, I don't need your protection. The life and death of those old guys has nothing to do with me. Why do you have to protect me!"

The person on the other side was talking to her in the same old way.

O'Casey's tone was becoming increasingly violent, and his emotions were becoming increasingly difficult to control.

"Almost." Robin picked up a bag of flour from the table, opened it and smelled it.

The person next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, it's really flour, not contraband, why don't you trust us?"

"I'm worried that someone is too careless." Robin said, "Let the medical team be ready to go in at any time. I like to interrogate these drug addicts."

Robin shook the flour in his hand and said, "No drug addict can be stubborn in front of this thing, even if it's fake."

(End of this chapter)