Chapter 425 Can You Give Me the Information Before I Lose My Temper?

"Good evening, Mrs. Davis."

A slightly unfamiliar female voice interrupted Mrs. Davis's melancholy and woke her up from her past memories.

"Can I sit here?"

Mrs. Davis turned her eyes to the person asking the question, and saw that the person was a gray-haired girl she had never seen before, who looked to be in her 20s.

"Of course, sit if you want."

Meister smiled and pulled out a chair, and his eyes caught the traces and stayed on a pile of documents on Mrs. Davis' left hand for a moment.

"Mrs. Davis..."

"Ask if you have anything to ask, no need to beat around the bush."

Before Meister could finish the polite words, Mrs. Davis went straight to the point.

It was obvious that she had come here to meet someone.

Meister's eyes turned when he heard the words, and he simply stopped beating around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

"Mrs. Davis, I'm sorry about your son, but we have recently found some new clues and would like to ask you to cooperate in the investigation. This may be related to your son's innocence."

Mrs. Davis didn't expect Meister to say this. Isn't this different from what the person who asked her to meet said?

But from the other party's tone, it seems that there has been a new turn for the matter of her son?

Meister saw her doubts, but in order to get the information as soon as possible, Meister decided to give the other party another dose of strong medicine.

Pretending to look around a little bit, to make sure that there were not many people around noticing this side, Meister deliberately leaned forward slightly closer to Mrs. Davis, and then lowered his voice and said:

"According to the current intelligence, the explosion incident involving your son seems to be related to the recent Mandarin bombing attack that has caused panic in the United States."

After this, Mrs. Davis's first reaction was surprise, and then anger.

What is this woman talking about?

Her son has been dead for so long, how could he be related to the so-called Mandarin!

Could it be that Charlie could have planned the bombing after his death?

But just when she thought of this, Mrs. Davis was stunned again. She suddenly noticed the special words this woman used when she said this sentence...

Involved.

Mrs. Davis had almost never heard this word from any official. Most of the time, they used words such as "planning" and "participation" that almost defined their son.

Even the so-called Homeland Security agent who asked her to meet used "participation" when talking to her on the phone.

Only this woman was very different...

"You are not the woman who called me, right?"

Meister raised his eyebrows. "Old people are cunning and horses are old and slippery" refers to Mrs. Davis.

Although their bodies are getting weaker day by day, their long-term experience and knowledge make them particularly accurate in judging people.

Seeing that he was discovered, Meister did not show much embarrassment. Just as he was about to nod and admit it, a woman suddenly stood beside them.

"Actually, I'm the one who called you!"

The person who came was Brent!

She had actually noticed the conversation between the two people a long time ago. Even though Meister pretended to lower her voice, she still couldn't escape her ears.

At the same time, Brent also noticed the documents placed by Mrs. Davis on the table, which was exactly what she needed to find on this trip!

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, I'm a little late, but it's not too late. I just caught a little mouse who wanted to make a move under my nose!"

Brent said to Mrs. Davis with a smile, and at the same time, one hand suddenly pressed towards Meister's neck!

However, Meister, who had been prepared, immediately tilted his body and perfectly avoided Brent's sudden attack. At the same time, he suddenly rushed to the other side of the table and confronted Brent across the table.

"Oh? Good skills? There are not many women as neat as you in the FBI, CIA? Or..."

Brent narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she didn't finish her words, she obviously guessed the answer.

"You're not bad either."

Meister responded with a smile, but his body was still tense. His right hand, hidden at his side, had already quietly pressed the pistol on his waist.

Brandt glanced at Meister's action, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Pistol? That thing can't do anything to him.

"Hey, Mrs. Davis, can you give me the document in your hand before I get angry?"

Brandt didn't care about Meister's pistol, but pointed the spearhead directly at Mrs. Davis.

Mrs. Davis had already stood up from her seat at this time, and was holding the important information about her son's intelligence in her hand.

She couldn't judge the origins of the two parties. Although the short-haired woman in front of her claimed to be an agent of the Department of Homeland Security on the phone, Mrs. Davis didn't think it was a good thing for the other party to find her.

On the contrary, the girl with long silver-gray hair on her left hand, whether it was because of what the other party said or because of her intuition as a woman and a mother, she felt that this party would be more credible.

Therefore, after a brief hesitation, Mrs. Davis moved to Mester's side without hesitation.

"Hmm? Mrs. Davis, this is not the right decision."

Brandt watched Mrs. Davis's actions, but he didn't show much surprise.

After all, if the other party was sent by those guys, he didn't seem to have any advantage in credibility.

So, Brandt didn't plan to continue playing this cat-and-mouse trick.

"Hey! Ladies! What are you doing? This is not a place for fighting!"

Just at this moment, a full-bodied voice sounded, interrupting the three people whose atmosphere was getting more and more depressed.

Brandt frowned when he heard it. Another annoying guy came.

Turning his head to look at the person who came, it seemed that he should be the sheriff of this town. Brandt glanced at the deliberately exposed police pistol and badge on his waist, and couldn't help curling his lips.

"Mr. Sheriff?"

"I am the sheriff, what are you doing? I warn you not to go wild on my territory casually, otherwise..."

The sheriff frowned and his words were full of threats, because he had noticed that Meister was ready to draw his gun at any time.

From the other party's skilled and formal state of readiness, it can be seen that the young woman's actions at this time are definitely not joking!

Then, the sheriff also put his right hand on the gun on his waist.

"The Department of Homeland Security is handling the case. Can Mr. Sheriff help me?"

Sensing the sheriff's vigilance against Meister, Brent narrowed his eyes and then thought of a good idea.

Brent raised his hand to show the Homeland Security badge in his hand to the sheriff, intending to win his trust first, so that he could take the documents away naturally.

However, what Brent didn't expect was that the sheriff just glanced at the badge on her hand and ignored her, but turned to look at Mrs. Davis standing on the other side.

"Mrs. Davis, please explain."

The sheriff didn't know the two women in front of him. He had never seen either the short-haired woman with scars on her face or the silver-gray long-haired woman who was suspected of holding a gun.

As a sheriff in a small town for many years, he was confident that he would never recognize the wrong person.

These two were not residents of this town, but strangers from nowhere.

The purpose seemed obvious. It was probably for the poor old lady, Mrs. Davis, whose son had died, and the document in her hand.

"This..."

Seeing the sheriff questioning her and noticing the documents in her hand, Mrs. Davis subconsciously hid the documents behind her.

This sheriff was one of the old police officers who participated in the investigation of her son's case. When she insisted on overturning the case for her son, she had received a lot of help from her.

"FBI agent Master, police officer number 520520, was ordered to investigate the explosion case involving Mrs. Davis' son many years ago."

Seeing Mrs. Davis's embarrassment, Master simply "introduced himself" and pulled open the corner of his coat, revealing the FBI agent badge on his waist.

Obviously, compared to the so-called Department of Homeland Security, the FBI, which is almost a large system, is obviously more credible.

Especially since Master also directly reported his name and police number, his credibility directly overshadowed Brent on the other side.

The sheriff looked the FBI girl up and down. He could indeed see the disciplined spirit that only young police officers in big city police departments could have.

"What about you?"

The sheriff temporarily believed what Meister said and turned to re-examine the short-haired woman who was suspicious from beginning to end.

Seeing that the sheriff's spearhead was turned back to him, Brent's patience was finally exhausted.

"Tsk, you are really annoying. You just need to do what I say, why do you have to ask questions?"