Chapter 756: Chapter 758: Inventorying gains, the reoccurrence of Polonium 210
As for the other two stocks that Luo An shorted, their prices steadily rose, causing Luo An to lose nearly 2 million US Dollars.
Luo An didn’t feel any anger or sadness about this; on the contrary, he wanted to lose money on these two stocks to make his short-selling of the Illinois Nuclear Energy Company appear as mere "good luck."
"Originally 15 million US Dollars, took out 3 million to buy some stocks, no short-term gains, but won’t be a loss in the long run.
He took out 5 million US Dollars to short two companies and lost 2 million US Dollars; took out 4 million US Dollars to short the Illinois Nuclear Energy Company and earned 11 million US Dollars..."
After calculating the recent financial transactions, Luo An raised his eyebrows at the tens of millions of dollars in income in his ledger, then put away his smile, deleted all the text, and left the study.
"You’ve come at the right time."
In the kitchen, seeing Luo An come in, a busy Mona pointed to the beef on the side and said:
"The steak is already grilled, you handle it."
"No problem."
Luo An immediately took care of the beef with a serving plate, and soon the two had dinner ready. Luo An took out a bottle of red wine and poured some for Mona, saying with a smile:
"It’s been tough."
"Mmm."
Mona replied casually, downed her wine glass in one gulp, then wiped her mouth and said with a smile:
"I think I accidentally put in too much salt."
Luo An took a bite:
"Doesn’t feel like it, tastes just right."
"That’s good then."
The two ate dinner while casually chatting, tactfully not mentioning the Illinois Nuclear Energy Company. After finishing dinner, they cleaned up the dishes and began to rest on the sofa.
"By the way, how is your father doing?"
On the sofa, Luo An was cuddling Mona while watching TV when he suddenly remembered something and asked:
"I remember he was investigating something."
Previously, when the pair traveled to Hawaii, they noticed Javari and a beautiful woman at a restaurant, chatting and eating while occasionally touching hands.
Later, Javari sent them a letter stating that an old friend of his had suddenly died, possibly related to the environmental organization the beautiful woman belonged to, and he was investigating this matter under a disguised identity.
"I called him, but he didn’t pick up; later, I called Caroline to inquire."
Mona’s brows furrowed slightly and said:
"Caroline said, father calls her periodically to report that he’s safe. Everything is normal so far, nothing unusual has happened.
Even Caroline mentioned that he has now risen to the management level of that organization, overseeing nearly a hundred people."
Luo An was utterly speechless with frustration and after a few seconds of silence, he asked:
"Do you know who your father’s superior is?"
Mona rolled her eyes dramatically:
"It’s that beautiful woman we saw that time."
"...six."
Luo An nodded in admiration, Javari truly deserved his reputation as a long-serving CIA agent; seasoned and strong.
Pat—
Mona rolled her eyes, lightly tapped Luo An’s chest; she guessed what he was thinking.
"Cough, cough."
Luo An coughed lightly, changing the topic:
"By the way, you mentioned you just spoke to Caroline on the phone. How is she doing? Is the company running smoothly?"
"What do you mean?"
Mona’s brow raised sharply, and she struggled to sit up from Luo An’s embrace, her eyes slightly squinted as she stared at Luo An and asked:
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing."
Luo An said exasperatedly, lightly pinched Mona’s cheek, and forcefully pulled her back into his embrace, explaining:
"I just wanted to inquire about the operating status of Caroline’s company, to judge if the British Empire’s MI6 or MI5 might be monitoring Caroline, and thus monitoring me."
"Shouldn’t be."
Discussing serious matters, Mona’s face turned serious, and she stated firmly:
"Caroline’s company is operating quite smoothly, there are competitions in business, but it’s all normal industry competition, no problems have been noticed."
Luo An pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, saying:
"We should still find a chance to meet and try to check the people around Caroline."
Mona’s brow furrowed tightly, just about to say something, when Luo An’s phone suddenly started ringing.
Dinglingling—
Pulling out his phone, Luo An’s gaze flickered slightly as he saw the number, pressing the answer button with a smile:
"Good evening, boss."
"Good evening."
A familiar, aged male voice came from the phone—it was Mr. Clement.
After a brief greeting, Mr. Clement got straight to the point and asked:
"Luo An, are you familiar with the Illinois Nuclear Energy Company?"
"!!!"
Sitting beside Luo An, Mona’s pupils shrank, and Luo An was also momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered, his tone unchanged, as he replied with a smile:
"Of course, boss, it’s been all over the news on TV lately."
Mr. Clement didn’t say much more, simply stating:
"Come to my office."
"Alright, boss."
After agreeing and hanging up the phone, Luo An chuckled and patted Mona on the shoulder:
"No need to panic, stay calm, help me drive."
"OK."
Mona drove, taking the injured Luo An to the FBI Washington Headquarters, soon arriving at the Hoover Building.
Mona stayed in the car waiting, while Luo An, leaning on his cane, headed towards Mr. Clement’s office. The secretary, upon seeing Luo An, quickly stood up and smiled as he pushed open the door for him, Luo An nodded in thanks and slowly walked in.
In the spacious office, Mr. Clement wasn’t sitting behind his desk as usual but was sitting on the couch, meticulously reading a document through his reading glasses.
"Good evening, boss."
As Luo An entered the office and greeted him, Mr. Clement looked up and invited:
"Sit down."
"Alright, boss."
Luo An didn’t stand on ceremony and sat directly on the couch opposite Mr. Clement. Mr. Clement put down the document, took off his reading glasses, and sighed:
"I’m getting old, my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be."
"You are too tired."
Luo An picked up the kettle from the desk and poured a cup of water for Mr. Clement, saying:
"Your health is the most important, boss. You should rest more."
"I’m used to it."
After taking a sip from his cup, Mr. Clement didn’t continue with the small talk but went directly to the point:
"It’s been a long time since Vireness contacted you, right?"
Luo An nodded:
"It’s been over a week."
"Do you know which case she was investigating?"
"I’m not sure."
Luo An shook his head:
"According to the FBI’s confidentiality rules, if the boss doesn’t say, I don’t ask."
"Good."
Mr. Clement nodded in approval, then asked:
"You remember the poisoning case of the former NSA director, right?"
"I remember."
Luo An refilled Mr. Clement’s water glass, replying:
"The perpetrator of that case was an assassin named ’Blue-eyed Roy,’ who I arrested. His organization ’Skull Flower’ has been dismantled."
"That assassin you’re talking about died not long ago."
Saying this, Mr. Clement’s expression gradually grew solemn, and he handed a file folder on the table to Luo An, introducing:
"The case Vireness was investigating is related to this."
Luo An took the folder and opened it, inside was indeed the autopsy report of the assassin "Blue-eyed Roy."
The content wasn’t extensive or complex, yet one line of text immediately caught Luo An’s attention:
[Trace amounts of polonium-210 found in the victim’s body, death by radiation poisoning.]
"Polonium-210?!"
Seeing this familiar word, Luo An immediately furrowed his eyebrows, Mr. Clement said gravely:
"I just received news that polonium-210 was also detected in Vireness’s body."