Reborn into the FBI

Chapter 2: Because He's Just Too Handsome

Link deeply resonated with the old assassin's wise words, seeing them as a beacon in his life. He had even thought that if the FBI didn't work out, he could make a living performing on the streets, but who knew solving cases came with bonuses! Seeing a pile of unsolved mysteries in the New York Division's archives, each accompanied by a string of enticing numbers, Link's eyes sparkled. He turned to Audrey, who was presenting the case, and whispered, "How about we take on this case just the two of us, split the reward fifty-fifty?"

Typically, new interns would team up for assignments, considering both the fair distribution of points and personal safety. After all, gunfights were a daily occurrence in peaceful America.

Audrey paused for a moment, then laughed, "That's a cold joke, Link. Since you've been at the New York Division, you haven't solved a case on your own yet."

That was the old me, not the current me. Link thought proudly to himself—he wasn't really skilled at solving cases, but he was great at creating them! After all, the two skills should be somewhat similar.

Watching Link's handsome face that could captivate thousands of readers fixed on her, Audrey's heartbeat quickened. She coughed lightly and turned her eyes to the photos on the table, "Let's talk about this later. First, take a look at the details of this case."

"Alright." Link didn't press Audrey further since he indeed needed to familiarize himself with the crime scene photos first.

Meanwhile, in a bright, spacious office, five middle-aged men in shirts sipped coffee while watching a live feed of the twenty interns analyzing the case on a large screen on the wall.

The man with the crew cut knocked and entered the office, handing over a folder to each team leader, smiling, "Gentlemen, these are the personal profiles and performances of those rookies in the conference room."

After he left, the five team leaders began browsing through the information, quickly picking out a few potential team members.

Broson, the leader of Team One, sipped his coffee and curiously glanced at Team Five's leader, August, "August, why did you pick this guy, Link Douglas?"

Hearing Broson's question, the other three leaders also showed interest. They had observed Link's performance but had decided to pass on him. The reason was simple: a guy who couldn't stand up for himself had no place in the FBI.

Team Five's leader, a middle-aged black man with a big belly named August, crossed his legs and explained with a smile, "No special reason, just because Link Douglas is handsome."

The leaders turned to look at the big screen, where Link, with his brown hair and robust features, tall and well-proportioned without appearing bulky, his suit barely concealing his muscular physique.

"He is indeed a handsome man," the leader of Team Two nodded and chuckled, "But what's the use of a weakling being handsome? He'd probably be too scared to shoot a criminal! Plus, we in the FBI don't need agents to be too memorable."

August didn't mind the teasing and drained his coffee, replying with a smile, "Every weakling has their use. With just a few months of simple training, Link's face alone could be a weapon against female criminals."

Back in the conference room, Link examined the photo of the victim's corpse, his expression calm.

In his understanding of ordinary crimes, excluding crimes of passion, there were only three reasons to kill: for money, for love, or for revenge.

The wound in the victim's heart area was large, indicating that the shooter was no more than two meters away from the victim, based on his experience.

Considering the time of death was at night, and the victim was shot in the front, the shooter likely followed Mike-Robert for a long time before calling out to him at the murder site.

With Audrey looking puzzled, Link earnestly analyzed, "But this was just a test. The killer had already decided the person in front of him was the target. So, as Mike-Robert turned around, bang—a fatal shot."

"Hold on," Audrey crossed her arms and interrupted Link's further analysis, questioning, "How do you know the killer was following Mike instead of waiting for him there, and even called out to him?"

"That's not important," Link waved off without answering Audrey's question; these were assassin's insights, not to be shared, so he continued, "Based on the crime scene photos, I can assert that the killer took something from Mike, which was also the killer's goal, so we..."

"STOP!" Audrey interrupted Link's analysis, sternly saying, "Link, what you're saying is just speculation, and the crime scene report doesn't mention anything missing from the victim's body. Why are you so sure the killer was premeditated and not a crime of passion? Hate crimes can also be crimes of passion."

Link just smiled slightly without replying, then asked, "Do you want to join me and crack this case together? We'll split the reward."

Audrey was a computer expert, and he needed someone with technical skills.

"She's not going to play house with a rookie who's actually getting involved in a case for the first time," Fisher, having analyzed clues with other interns for a while, approached with a notebook, addressing Link, "Listen, Link, if you beg me now, I might still offer you a spot to organize files in my team because you've always been fast and neat at that, and I see potential in you," he half-joked.

Hearing this, the other interns couldn't help but laugh. Mark, who had previously had a small friction with Link, also squeezed in, patting Link's shoulder friendly, "See, this is for your own good. Think about it, you can earn points just sitting in the office organizing files, how easy is that? You don't have to run around and also avoid confronting criminals directly!"

Link's mouth curved into a sly smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He responded with a laugh while pulling Fisher and Mark in tighter, "How about this, you join my team, I'll go out and follow up on clues, and you support by organizing data from behind! It's for your own good, too. Think about it, sitting comfortably in the office and earning points without the hassle of facing criminals!"

With that, Fisher and Mark's expressions changed, showing a mix of awkwardness and amusement, instinctively trying to push Link away.

"Ah, can't argue so you resort to hands?" Link suddenly shouted, quickly throwing a light punch near Fisher's ear and skillfully dodging Mark's swinging arm, cleverly tripping him by the ankle. Mark yelped in surprise, not reacting in time before Link pulled him along.

As a result, Mark accidentally bumped into Fisher. For a moment, the two were tangled together.

"Ouch—" Laughter erupted around the room.