Legendary FBI Detective-Chapter 327: The Gunman is a Woman?

At the murder scene, next to the silver-grey convertible sports car.

Upon hearing that Sande Jisi had relationships with nearly a thousand women before his death, Luo An fell silent instantly.

Truly the way of life for the wealthy in the Free Democratic Federation: boring and tedious.

Additionally, with what exactly do these wealthy people maintain themselves?

Reesi, standing next to him, bowed her head in silence. She had seen the tabloid news about Sande Jisi in the media, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that the women he was involved with either had good figures or good looks; Sande Jisi never shortchanged himself in this respect. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Thinking about these women, nearly a thousand of them... A feeling of envy and resentment suddenly enveloped Reesi's heart.

Luo An coughed lightly, patted Reesi's shoulder, and then pulled out his cell phone to call Mona:

"Mona, how's the surveillance in the area coming along?"

"Sorry, I've only managed to find the scene of the assassin shooting."

Mona, on the other end of the phone, tapped her keyboard a few times and explained with a frown:

"The victim's sports car was just slowing down at a crossroad in front of it, and then he got shot in the chest.

When the gunshot was heard, pedestrians scattered in all directions, with no sign of the assassin in the surveillance footage, nor any image of the shooting."

"No sign of the assassin?"

Luo An's eyebrows raised as he leaned forward to examine the spot where Sande Jisi was shot in the chest, and using his experience as an assassin, he deduced the general direction of the shooter before heading towards the roadside with his phone:

"Mona, where exactly was the victim when he got shot?"

"Just keep walking back."

Mona tapped the keyboard to swivel her computer screen, adjusting it to the real-time footage of the crime scene, remotely guiding Luo An to the precise spot where Sande Jisi was shot while in his sports car.

That location was not far from the crossroads, situated in the middle lane of the road.

"From this point…"

Standing at the spot where the victim was hit, Luo An squatted slightly, following the trajectory of the bullet hole in Sande Jisi's chest, he looked up towards the distance and his expression changed subtly.

Based on Mona's surveillance investigation, the assassin had fired the shots at Sande Jisi from a location not covered by the surveillance cameras.

And most of the areas outside the view of the cameras were at least over 200 meters from Sande Jisi's shot location.

After investigation, Luo An and Reesi confirmed the bullet in Sande Jisi's chest was a 9mm handgun bullet.

The effective range of an ordinary 9mm handgun is 50 meters.

Although a 200-meter distance still holds lethal force, at this range, the accuracy of a 9mm bullet—affected by gravity and wind speed—becomes a significant challenge.

Furthermore, this is outdoors with many pedestrians and a complex scene, greatly affecting the shooter.

Yet despite this, the assassin managed to draw a 9mm handgun and fire twice from a distance beyond 200 meters, striking Sande Jisi's chest perfectly with both bullets, before quickly tucking away the gun and fleeing the scene.

"A formidable character."

Rising to his feet, Luo An glanced at several distant locations and clicked his tongue, noting that this shooter was no ordinary person.

"Luo An! LAPD found an eyewitness."

Just then, Reesi shouted to grab Luo An's attention and came over with a black girl with dreadlocks.

Hearing Reesi's words, Luo An immediately went back next to the silver-grey sports car, briefly introduced himself, and asked:

"What did you see when you heard the gunshot? Did you see what the assassin looked like?"

"No."

The black girl shook her head, indicating she had not seen what the assassin looked like.

At the time of the incident, she was across the street tying her shoelaces; the sound of the gunfire had scared her into sitting down on the ground.

The black girl said she then instinctively looked towards the direction of the gunfire, saw no indication of the person who fired, nor any man – it was all panicked, running women.

"No man? All women?"

Hearing what the black girl said, Luo An didn't say anything, and Reesi hurriedly asked:

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

After confirming several times that the black girl was not mistaken, Reesi turned her head to Luo An and spread her hands:

"I didn't expect the killer is actually a woman."

Luo An rested his chin in his hand and nodded, adding:

"And a woman who is extremely skilled and an excellent marksman."

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At noon, in the office area of the Special Investigation Team.

"Sande Jisi, 39 years old this year, the big boss of a well-known Hollywood film company. That film company has made a lot of money over the years from the box office."

Mona sat at her desk, introducing the victim's information to the others:

"After the death of his father, an entrepreneur in the chemical industry, Sande Jisi chose to abandon the traditional physical industries and began moving into film, media, and other sectors.

Sande Jisi's personal financial situation is good, and the film company's finances are also strong; no problems have been found with the funding for the time being."

Luo An nodded, just about to speak when Reesi suddenly showed interest and asked:

"Does Sande Jisi have any sons or daughters? Who inherits the wealth after his death?"

Mona glanced at Reesi, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and said:

"Sande Jisi doesn't have any sons or daughters unknown to the public, nor a wife, and both parents are deceased.

The only person found who could legally inherit Sande Jisi's estate is a cousin of his currently attending university in another state, majoring in biology and ethics."

Reesi, upon hearing this, fell silent.

She had intended to investigate who the biggest benefactor would be from Sande Jisi's death—such a person could potentially be a suspect in his murder.

But the possibility of a girl who has never met Sande Jisi's face to face since birth being involved in his murder seemed extremely low.

"Lucky girl."

Luo An made no comment on the girl who might become a billionaire. He asked:

"How's the investigation into the women Sande Jisi had relationships with?"

"Not so good."

Upon hearing Luo An's question, Mona immediately showed a pained expression, tapped a few keys, pointing to the data and said:

"Sande Jisi's personal secretary gave me a lot of information, there are 622 women listed.

In addition to these, the secretary said that Sande Jisi had relations with many other women she didn't know, their names are unknown, Sande Jisi himself didn't even know, so I can't conduct an investigation at all."

Looking at the computer with photos of models, hosts, fitness trainers, and other women, Reesi's eyes reddened with increasing envy.

"Later, get Reesi a copy of Sande Jisi's diet and medical prescriptions; she might find them useful."

Nonchalantly throwing the pot to Reesi, and selectively ignoring Reesi's dissatisfied look and the sanitary ball Mona threw at him, Luo An continued:

"Let's not worry about these women for now.

I remember Reesi mentioned before that there are several cases where Sande Jisi was implicated in acts of coercion, but they were all suppressed by money. Did you investigate those women?"

"I'll check it now."

Mona nodded, turned around, and started typing on her computer, when at this moment, Michelle walked in with a folder, pushing the door of the investigation room open:

"The Forensic Trace Examination Division has completed the investigation of the crime scene and the preliminary autopsy of Sande Jisi; this is their summary report."