Chapter 91: You've Already Eaten My Oranges
Yesterday night, the FBI's operation was a complete failure. Braga's subordinates were well-versed in the principle of "confess and spend your life in jail; resist and go home for the New Year." Even though some knew that the entire Braga group had collapsed with Braga's death, no one told the FBI. Therefore, in the FBI's eyes, the Braga group had not been dismantled at all.
From Supervisor Rhode's perspective, Campos was sniped because Braga, the mastermind behind him, wanted to silence him. He killed Campos, who knew his true identity, and then he could find another subordinate and continue to sell washing powder with impunity.
Because of Mo Fei's actions last night, he began to suspect for the first time that Braga was actually Korean. He led the FBI in an overnight raid of countless Korean-American gang establishments in New York, hoping to find something. But he didn't expect these Korean bastards to be quite united; after a night of searching, he found nothing… Unable to do anything, Supervisor Rhode could only re-evaluate the case from the beginning… And so, he found himself back at Mo Fei… After opening the door, Supervisor Rhode was surprised by Mo Fei's enthusiastic demeanor. He didn't want to take Mo Fei's oranges, but he couldn't resist Mo Fei forcing them into his hand, so he had to take them, which made him feel a bit awkward.
Someone was kindly offering him oranges to eat, yet he had sent people to search their house. Was he being too much of a jerk?
The other Agents went to search.
"I ask you, did you go out last night?" Supervisor Rhode's good professional ethics, cultivated over many years as an Agent, allowed him to quickly calm down.
"Of course I went out last night!"
"Where did you go?"
"Just wandering around!"
"Describe your range of movement in detail."
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit directionally challenged. I just walk wherever, so I don't remember where I went."
Supervisor Rhode's previously relaxed expression suddenly tightened again. This kid really wasn't going to be honest so easily.
"Did anyone come to look for you last night?"
"No."
While Mo Fei was clashing with Rhodes, the FBI Agents had practically turned Mo Fei's house upside down.
"Report, Supervisor, nothing found."
"Nothing?" Supervisor Rhode's expression gradually darkened. He had already had the FBI surround Mo Fei's house watertight. If he couldn't find any evidence, was he really not involved?
He observed the room, walking around aimlessly. Based on his many years of Agent experience, this Mo Fei was a major suspect and could not be let go just like that.
"Brother, who are these people? Why did they suddenly break into our house?" Mindy walked out, looking annoyed.
Mo Fei wanted to give Mindy a thumbs-up; her acting was superb, truly immersive.
"These are FBI Agents, here to help fix our drain. Just pretend you don't see them," Mo Fei mused for a moment, then said seriously.
Listening to the conversation between Mo Fei and his sister, Supervisor Rhode, who was inspecting the room while peeling an orange, suddenly had his eyes light up. He narrowed his eyes, turned, and looked at Mo Fei: "Is it just you and your sister in your house?"
"That's right!"
"Then tell me, what is this?" Supervisor Rhode pointed at the dining table where Ji Ze'er had sat, picking up a grain of rice with his finger, and sneered.
"Shit!" Mindy slapped her forehead. Although Ji Ze'er's bowl and chopsticks had been put away, she had dropped a few grains of rice due to her unfamiliarity with chopsticks. Even such a small flaw was noticed by that son of a bitch, Hulk's cousin.
Mo Fei glanced at Mindy, then smiled at Supervisor Rhode and said, "These are just a few dropped grains of rice, what's the big deal? Are you saying the FBI also manages if we waste a little food?"
"Is that so?" Supervisor Rhode smiled sinisterly, breaking open an orange in his hand and putting a segment of pulp into his mouth: "Someone, get me some technical personnel. You must find traces of a third person's presence in this house!"
Most of Ji Ze'er's traces were cleaned up by Mindy, but if the FBI meticulously checked everything, inside and out, they would definitely find some anomalies!
"Sigh! Supervisor Rhode, your misunderstanding of me is truly too deep!" Mo Fei let out a long sigh: "We Chinese Doctors all believe in 'physician's heart, parents' love,' meaning that from the moment you step into the clinic, I treat you all as my own sons. How could I lie to you? Besides, you've already eaten my oranges!"
Supervisor Rhode: "…"
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"Brother, what should we do?" Mindy asked, watching the departing FBI motorcade.
"Then let's send them those files ahead of time!" Mo Fei pinched his brow: "Once they get those files, they should have no time or energy to bother us."
The files Emily gave them included many things, such as Braga's entire group's upstream channels and downstream suppliers. Once they got those files, the entire FBI would be busy arresting people and dismantling the entire Braga group, so they wouldn't have time for them!
Damn it, Mo Fei also detested drug dealers. These files were already prepared for them, just not yet delivered. But… voluntarily handing them over and being forced to hand them over are two different concepts.
That son of a bitch, Supervisor Rhode, if I don't mess him up, my name Mo Fei will be spelled backward from now on!
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Sitting in the car, Supervisor Rhode suspiciously took out the digital camera Mo Fei had given him as he left.
He opened it and… his pupils suddenly contracted… The footage was of the FBI's violent enforcement against Mo Fei back then. Of course, Mo Fei's anti-violence scenes did not appear on it.
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Mo Fei and Mindy continued to eat. After breakfast, the clinic opened.
Just after opening, at the alley entrance, a Slavic woman with wine-red hair and a supermodel-like figure walked gracefully over.
The woman swayed with an arrogant, devilish gait, entering the clinic.
Mo Fei saw the wine-red haired woman enter and immediately became very serious. The woman's eyes, as clear as Water, flickered.
Damn it, ever since he came to this World, most of his patients have been old women and grandpas, and those middle-aged uncles with kidney deficiency. There haven't been many beautiful women, and even if there were, they were educators Mo Fei wouldn't dare to touch.
Now, finally, a beautiful, respectable woman had arrived—the mature and enchanting kind, definitely not comparable to a green apple like Daisy. Don't ask Mo Fei why he knew she was respectable; those who understand will naturally understand.
"Are you the Doctor here?"
The beautiful woman's eyes, like Water, looked at Mo Fei curiously.
"Of course." Mo Fei smiled calmly.
The woman sat opposite Mo Fei.
The moment she sat down, her skirt, which was wrapped tightly, formed a graceful curve… "Doctor, last night, I don't know why, but I felt a tightness in my chest, and I felt generally unwell, very uncomfortable!"
The woman tugged at the clothes on her chest… "Miss, then I need to take your pulse first." Mo Fei said with a sanctimonious smile.
Mo Fei held the woman's hand. Since he had learned a bit of traditional Taoist palmistry, he took the opportunity to observe the career line on the young lady's palm. It was very good, an astonishingly long career line. This must be a young lady with lofty aspirations, and her future prospects are promising!
After taking her pulse, Mo Fei mused, "Miss, this is a blockage of qi and blood caused by a fever, forming a lump. But it's nothing to worry about. I can help you massage it to promote blood circulation and resolve the abnormal condition."
The woman: "…"