Chapter 787: Chapter 787

11:00 AM, Southern entrance of Federal Yellowstone Park.

On the side of the SUV, Luo An smiled faintly, indicating that the case had been resolved. Mona, Reesi, Chenier, and Michelle looked at each other in disbelief, shock evident in their eyes as they exchanged glances.

Just as everyone was at a loss for words, the excited shout of Little Jimmy suddenly erupted from another SUV nearby:

"You’re so cool, Uncle Luo An!"

While Luo An and the special investigation team were discussing whether to take on the case, Winslow’s wife Lanita and their son, Little Jimmy, had been waiting in the adjacent SUV.

Afterwards, when Luo An kicked Cabot away and was on the phone analyzing the case with President Jameson, Lanita and Little Jimmy also overheard much of the conversation.

As to the specifics of the case, Little Jimmy was too young to understand, but he grasped another fact: that Luo An just had a chat with Cabot and managed to solve a case!

Lanita was astounded by this feat, and Little Jimmy’s eyes were filled with nothing but admiration for Luo An. Clapping loudly, he shouted:

"Uncle Luo An! When I grow up, I want to be an awesome and excellent FBI agent just like you!"

Luo An patted Mona on the shoulder, asking her and Chenier to handle the handover work behind them, then walked over to the side of the SUV, smiled at Lanita, and ruffled Little Jimmy’s hair, saying:

"Then you’ll have to study hard."

Little Jimmy nodded vigorously and then asked with a face full of admiration:

"Uncle Luo An, besides the books in school, what else should I do to be as great as you?"

Luo An paused for a second and made a small joke with a laugh:

"Just being as handsome as me would be enough."

Lanita chuckled and ruffled Little Jimmy’s hair without a word, while Reesi and Mona rolled their eyes at the side. Little Jimmy, however, was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look at Winslow, who was at that moment pinning Cabot to the ground. Looking at Winslow’s face, suddenly Little Jimmy’s mouth quivered, his eyes reddened, and he burst into tears. He turned and lunged into his mother Lanita’s arms, sobbing:

"Mom, I can’t become an FBI agent as cool and handsome as Uncle Luo An!"

The actions of President Jameson’s side were swift, and before long, a group of men in suits arrived at the park’s entrance and took Secretary Cabot into custody.

The balding man in the lead even handed Luo An an envelope, which contained a check. The sum on the check wasn’t huge, only 1 million US Dollars.

As Luo An examined the check, the balding man pulled out a pale gold business card, saying:

"Group Leader Greenwood, this is our president’s contact information, we hope you will accept it."

After a phone call, President Jameson fully realized Luo An Greenwood’s case handling capabilities.

With Luo An reaching the position of special investigation group leader before the age of thirty, President Jameson realized that Luo An must be extraordinary. It was necessary to make a good connection with such a person.

Luo An’s mind flickered with a guess at the other’s intentions; making more friends was also beneficial to him, so he didn’t refuse, chuckled, and took the business card and put it away.

The bald man in a suit smiled, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left with his people taking Cabot away; Luo An also took the check, got back into his SUV, and drove out of Yellowstone Park.

Just like the old custom, Luo An took $400,000, Mona, Reesi, Chenier, Winslow, and Michelle each got $100,000, and the remaining $100,000 was set aside for taxes and put into the special investigative team’s case funds.

The moment their cell phone messages chimed, the atmosphere in the two SUVs heated up instantly. The group, initially planning to have a quick lunch, went to a well-known restaurant for a big Wyoming feast, and then they flew back to Washington D.C.

That night, Luo An and Mona returned to the villa, did some simple tidying up, and went back to their respective bedrooms to rest and fall asleep.

In the following days, the members of the investigation team continued to enjoy their vacation and leisure time.

Mona and Reesi went out shopping every day. At first, they tried to pull Luo An along, but he saw through the two women’s sinister intention of making him carry their shopping bags at a glance.

Luo An decisively chose to flee, drove to the boxing gym Chenier frequented, and practiced boxing with Chenier and Winslow.

Chenier, after all, was a woman, and the inherent physiological differences between men and women couldn’t be evened out, so after a few rounds with Luo An, she wisely admitted defeat and stepped out of the ring to let Winslow take over.

Looking at Luo An in the center of the ring, smiling with full gear on, who had been boxing with Chenier for nearly half an hour without breaking much sweat on his forehead, Winslow couldn’t help but smirk contemptuously and got up to...

Take a step back to admit defeat, letting Luo An find someone else as his sparring partner.

Facing Chenier’s speechless gaze, as well as the disdainful looks of other onlookers in the gym, Winslow took a sip from his water bottle and chose to ignore them all.

Those bystanders didn’t know Luo An’s situation, but Winslow was crystal clear about Luo An’s strength. Get full chapters from novel⦿fire.net

Those assassins and mercenaries in past cases were no easy foes; even when they faced Luo An in groups, they ended up defeated by him.

Not to mention Luo An’s terrifying reaction speed, his body was muscular but not exaggerated—just the type women loved most, while many men would feel it was like the "dead muscle" gained from working out in the gym.

Only those who have sparred with Luo An understood the horrific strength and explosive power under that seemingly unremarkable and symmetrical body, not to mention his considerable stamina.

Winslow once bought comics for Little Jimmy and saw a hero called Captain America, making him wonder for a moment whether Luo An was also like that character, injected with some sort of super serum.

Half an hour later in the boxing gym, a big hulking man disdainfully glanced at the hulking Winslow and then at the well-built, delicate-faced Chenier. He grinned, greeted Luo An, got geared up, and entered the center of the ring.

After half an hour, the big man and several other muscular men were exhausted, sweating profusely, sitting on the ground as if rooted there, unable to stand up.

They looked at Luo An as if he were a ghost, their throats bobbing and their eyes filled with disbelief.

To be fair, Luo An’s moves were predictable and ordinary, as if a little more effort would be enough to take him down.

But in reality, no matter how hard they tried, Luo An always remained standing, and it was they who fell.

Glancing at the time on the wall not too far away, Luo An raised his eyebrows slightly, took off his headgear, left the ring, and while wiping the few drops of sweat from his forehead, he said to Chenier with a smile:

"The gym you picked is really nice, everyone’s so humble, giving me a nice warm-up."

Under everyone’s complex gazes, Luo An drove out of the boxing gym, went to a large supermarket to buy some food, drove back to the villa to prepare dinner; he still had another fierce fight waiting for him that evening.

The days flew by, and at five o’clock on Saturday evening, Luo An changed into a high-end suit, while Mona also switched to an expensive silver high-class gown.

Wearing a pair of light-colored high heels, Mona stood in front of the mirror, shaking her body, glancing at her beautiful reflection several times. She then turned her head to look at Luo An beside her and questioned:

"Wasn’t it Trick Kennedy who invited you to the dinner? Why do you want me to go too?"