Early in the morning, around five o'clock, at an airport in Washington D.C., the rising sun dispelled the chill, and the warmth felt quite comforting on the body.
Below an aircraft, the members of the special investigation team and SWAT team officers had no time to admire the sunrise. All wearing serious expressions, they were intently focused on the group of men in suits standing in front of Luo An.
There were a dozen or so men in suits, lined up in front of Luo An. Leading them was a middle-aged Caucasian wearing gold-rimmed glasses, slightly taller than Luo An by half a head.
"You want me to go with you, but I've never seen you at the FBI's Washington Headquarters."
Luo An remained unfazed. He glanced at the few people behind the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, his lips curling slightly, and asked:
"Which department are you from?"
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses remained calm as well. He pulled out a badge with a light gold emblem from his pocket and said:
