Chapter 285 Internal Clues of the Blood Eagle Gang
Henry's casino was one of the most luxurious casinos in Las Vegas, and a dream destination for many gamblers.
Inside the casino, lights flickered, music played softly, and the luxurious decorations and constantly circulating chips starkly contrasted with the casino's dark side.
As soon as Lynn entered the casino, he felt the overwhelming smell of gambling and the tense atmosphere.
He was dressed plainly, almost unnoticed, and slowly walked to the bar, finding a corner to sit down.
After about ten minutes, Henry slowly walked over.
He was tall, dressed in a well-fitted suit, with sharp eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, but he paid no mind, walking straight towards Lynn.
"I heard you have some problems that need my help?" Henry's voice was deep and magnetic, his tone calm yet threatening.
"If you're looking for me, you must have something valuable, right?"
Lynn stood up and shook Henry's hand: "Mr. Henry, I do have something I'd like to consult you about, regarding the recent cases in Las Vegas."
Henry's lips curved slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile: "Cases? You mean those unlucky gamblers?" He said lightly, "These matters are not for you to concern yourself with.
It's best you don't interfere with things here at the casino."
Lynn's face darkened as he looked at Henry: "I know about your dealings with these people.
Although you don't want to openly admit it, I also know that the casino won't easily make such matters public.
However, these recently deceased gamblers don't seem to have any obvious connection, unless you know their backgrounds."
Henry frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Lynn's direct remarks: "I don't care who lives or dies, as long as their money ends up in my pocket." His eyes sharpened, "These gamblers dying actually saved me a lot of trouble.
If you think these corpses have anything to do with me, then you're wrong, Lynn."
Lynn was silent for a moment, then continued: "Your dealings with these gamblers are clearly not as simple as mere gambling.
They have some unknown backgrounds, and I believe you know these backgrounds."
Henry's eyes became even sharper, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Do you think I would have some deep-seated vendetta with these gamblers?
I'd rather people in the casino gamble more and earn more; how could I possibly kill them?"
Lynn looked at Henry, smiling slightly with a hint of sarcasm: "I know what the rules of the game are in the gambling city.
You earn more, and there are more gamblers, but you also understand that the power struggle in the casino goes far beyond that.
The killer isn't just after money; he might be targeting gamblers with problematic backgrounds."
Henry's eyes flickered, clearly no longer so indifferent, and he asked in a deep voice: "What do you want, Lynn?"
Lynn straightened up, his gaze firm: "Can you provide me with the background information of these gamblers?
I know these deceased individuals are not simple, and there must be more complex interest dealings involved behind them.
If you want to keep the casino's business running smoothly, perhaps providing this information could help you reach some understanding with the police."
Henry pondered for a moment, clearly considering whether to reveal this information.
After a while, he chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "Do you really think I'd help you investigate these things?
You're mistaken, Lynn, I wouldn't do something so meaningless.
The information you get might be far less valuable than you think."
He suddenly stood up and turned to leave, leaving Lynnalone.
Lynn knew that this conversation was far from over, and he had no intention of giving up easily, quietly watching Henry leave.
Henry did not leave the casino immediately but walked towards a small office.
Lynn glanced down at his watch, understanding that Henry might be deliberately playing mind games this time, trying to test his bottom line.
Lynn did not follow immediately but began to observe his surroundings.
At this point, he understood that although Henryoutwardly appeared unconcerned, he was clearly affected by Lynn's words.
After a while, Lynn stood up and walked towards Henry.
This time, he was determined not to make meaningless probes but to put more direct pressure on Henry.
Lynn walked towards Henry's office, not feeling an immediate urge to resort to strong-arm tactics.
He knew that to get Henry to reveal more information, he couldn't push too hard; instead, he needed to show some trust and patience at the right time.
Although Henry appeared cold on the surface, he was not someone who would easily abandon his own interests, and Lynn also knew that only through interacting with Henry could he uncover more clues.
Upon reaching the office door, Lynn gently knocked, and Henry's voice came from inside: "Come in." He clearly didn't show much surprise, as if he knew Lynn would come again.
Lynn pushed the door open and stepped into the room.
The office decor was as luxurious as ever, yet it felt cold and lacking warmth.
Henry sat in a large chair, his hands clasped on the table, his expression still serious, as if he had long anticipated Lynn's arrival.
"I know why you're here, Lynn." Henry's gaze was sharp, "But you also know that I control the casino's rules.
It won't be easy to get the backgrounds of those gamblers."
Lynn stood before the desk, his expression calm: "I understand your concerns, Henry.
I'm not here to threaten you or interfere with your business; all I seek is some information.
Behind the recent murder cases in Las Vegas, there is clearly a conspiracy more complex than simple gambling.
You know, if I can get more clues from you, perhaps we can avoid a bigger conflict together."
Henry did not respond immediately but quietly looked at Lynn, an elusive glint in his eyes.
After a few seconds, he spoke: "You're right, Lynn.
What you want to know is indeed not just ordinary grudges between gamblers.
These people have some complex dealings behind them, but I don't intend to share their affairs with you." He paused, seemingly thinking about something, "Let me tell you, the casino is not a charity, and gamblers, to us, are merely tools for profit.
As for whether they live or die, it's truly none of our business."
Lynn nodded lightly, having already guessed Henry's stance: "I understand what you mean.
You don't care about the lives or deaths of these gamblers; after all, you only value the income they bring to the casino.
But I know that the Blood Eagle Gang and you have some undisclosed dealings behind the scenes.
If you are unwilling to give me a direct answer, then perhaps I can help you find a more suitable way to reduce your contact with these hidden forces."
Henry's eyes narrowed slightly; he didn't immediately refute but lowered his head, as if pondering the meaning of Lynn's words.
Then, he looked up, his gaze becoming even sharper: "You are not simple, Lynn.
Since you can see through all this, why don't you tell me, how much do you really know?"
"I know about your cooperation with the Blood Eagle Gang." Lynn said calmly, "They bring you some illicit profits; you maintain a certain influence through money laundering and illegal gambling, and there are even rumors that your relationship with certain high-ranking members of this gang is extraordinary.
Are you willing to tell me what role the Blood Eagle Gang played in this series of events?"
Henry did not respond, and the atmosphere instantly solidified.
Lynn knew that Henry was currently weighing whether to continue dealing with him.
After a moment of silence, Henry suddenly put down his pen and stood up: "You're right, I do have some connections with the Blood Eagle Gang.
After all, in a place like Las Vegas, you can't gain a foothold without some background." He paused, seemingly having made a decision, then continued, "But this doesn't mean I will cooperate with you, Lynn.
You must know that while you might be able to leave here, you might not be able to take the truth with you."
Lynn's gaze did not waver, still fixed firmly on Henry: "I'm not planning to take away your business, Henry.
All I'm doing is making it clear to all of you that your options are limited.
Those dead gamblers might be sacrifices of some illegal activities of the Blood Eagle Gang.
Do you understand? They don't hesitate to put their own people's lives at risk.
Don't you want to gain some initiative before the next few cases occur?"
Henry's face darkened; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to hit the nail on the head so directly.
"You say it so easily, Lynn." Henry's voice deepened slightly, "These people died, and it has nothing to do with us.
What do you want to know, Lynn?
Tell me, what reason do you have for me to risk a direct confrontation with the Blood Eagle Gang for a few corpses?"
Lynn paused, fully aware of Henry's concerns, "I don't want a direct confrontation with the Blood Eagle Gang, but if you continue to let these types of incidents happen, the gamblers in Las Vegas, and even your own casino, will face unpredictable consequences.
You're right, making money in the casino is the right way; whether it's gangs and money laundering or gambling, it can all be sustained.
But if you get involved in more unrelated killings and violence, the ultimate price will become even heavier."
Henry frowned and snorted coldly: "Do you really think I'll listen to your warning?
Las Vegas is a big casino; the most you can do is clean up these gamblers' bodies and keep the police busy with investigations.
You don't have enough power to influence the game here."
"You're wrong, Henry." Lynn's tone suddenly became even firmer, "You might dominate here, but Las Vegas is not a place you alone can control.
If you want to continue enjoying these profits, you'd better consider the coming situation.
The rampant Blood Eagle Gang will provoke greater conflicts, and ultimately, you will lose more important things than you imagine."
Henry's gaze became even colder: "Do you think you can threaten me?
You're just an outside Agent, who will leave here sooner or later.
But I, Henry Coleman, have been rooted in this city for a long time.
No one can shake me."
Lynn stood unyielding: "Do whatever you want, but I won't give up.
At the gambling tables of Las Vegas, behind all the bloodshed, more unknown secrets are hidden.
I will uncover them one by one until all of you have nowhere to hide."
A chilling glint flashed in Henry's eyes.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "You certainly have backbone, Lynn.
Since you're so persistent, I'll give you a little help.
To know more, go find the Blood Eagle Gang, and see if they are willing to cooperate." With that, Henry turned to leave, leaving Lynn standing alone.
Lynn understood that although Henry's answer was vague, its meaning was clear enough.
He knew that Henry was not unwilling to disclose information, but rather, through such words, he was expressing his attitude.
Henry did not intend to directly confront the police, but he also understood that Lynn was not so easily intimidated.
Lynn left Henry's office, returned to the hotel, and met up with Mark.
Mark noticed the change in Lynn's expression and immediately asked: "Well, what was Henry's reaction?"
"Henry's stance is very clear; he is unwilling to cooperate directly with us." Lynn's voice was low, "But he gave us a clue, telling us to find members of the Blood Eagle Gang; perhaps we can get more information from them."
Mark frowned: "This matter is getting more and more complicated, Lynn.
The Blood Eagle Gang's power is unfathomable; is it too difficult for just the two of us?"
Lynn looked at the notebook in his hand, his eyes sharpening: "It will definitely be difficult.
But if we can't negotiate with them face-to-face, at least we can find clues from Henry's hints.
We have to press closer step by step until we catch the mastermind."
"What do you plan to do?" Mark asked.
"Next, we need to intensify our efforts, track the Blood Eagle Gang's activities, find their contacts, and see if we can get a breakthrough from them." Lynn said firmly, "As for Henry, he's not unwilling to cooperate, but he doesn't dare to take open risks.
I believe there are still many unexposed secrets behind him."
"Understood," Mark nodded, "Let's get moving, trying not to alert the Blood Eagle Gang.
Only by finding clues can we truly break the deadlock."
The next day, Lynn entered the casino again, this time not as discreetly as before, but appearing among the crowd as an obvious gambler.
Today, he wore an expensive suit, his hair meticulously styled, a confident smile on his face, and his demeanor was poised yet assertive, aiming to make people feel that he was a regular here and not short on money.
The casino is the heart of Las Vegas; anyone can find opportunities to connect with certain individuals here, especially those belonging to the Dark Dimension.
What Lynn had to do was use this identity to connect with the Blood Eagle Gang's peripheral members.
He knew that the casino was a huge piece of meat for gang forces.
These gangs earned vast wealth here: underground gambling, money laundering, illegal transactions… all the chains of interest intertwined in these places.
And the Blood Eagle Gang, as one of the most powerful forces among them, its peripheral members often operated around the casino, or conducted transactions and manipulations inside and outside the casino.
Lynn's goal was clear: he wanted to use his identity to get closer to these peripheral members, thereby obtaining internal clues about the Blood Eagle Gang.
Chapter 286 A Stronger Force
As Lynn walked through the casino doors, he was greeted by the usual sounds of laughter and a lively atmosphere.
The lights here were bright, neon signs flickered, and the air was thick with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol; almost every gaming table had a crowd gathered around it.
Several dealers skillfully dealt cards, and the casino's atmosphere was warm yet tense, with anticipation and unease etched on everyone's faces.
Lynn was familiar with this area; he smiled and greeted the receptionist, exchanged some chips, and walked towards a high-stakes roulette table.
He moved with an easy stride, a smile on his face, his gaze sweeping around.
Some regulars at the casino saw him arrive and nodded in greeting; clearly, his appearance and demeanor made him look not like a stranger, but like a 'big shot' who had long frequented the place.
Soon, Lynn noticed a man sitting at a corner table, dressed in a dark suit, with sharp eyes and a cold smirk, surrounded by several unfriendly-looking individuals.
This man was one of the outer members of the Blood Eagle Gang, named Jason Hopkins, the leader of an underground gambling ring around the casino.
Although to outsiders he was just an ordinary high-stakes gambler, in reality, he held a very important position in the casino's gang network.
Lynn smiled as he walked towards Jason's table, sat beside him, and greeted him proactively: "Hey, Jason, what's up? Trying your luck here today too?"
Jason looked up, slightly surprised, then a smile appeared on his face: "Oh, it's you, Lynn.
You look good today; want to join us for a round?"
Lynn smiled, gestured for the dealer to deal him a round of chips, and casually placed a few bets: "Opportunities at the table don't come often, and I need to be careful with my luck today, so I don't get swindled by you veterans."
Jason laughed heartily, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "Don't worry, brother, no one in this casino can swindle you.
You don't look like an ordinary gambler; are you planning to put more in today?"
Lynn smiled easily, letting go of the chips in his hand: "Who says not? Today I plan to win a bit more, otherwise, the casino's money will all flow into your pockets."
Jason's eyes showed some interest at this: "You're bold to say that; someone like you doesn't look like an ordinary gambler.
Are you here to make friends with us old-timers?"
Lynn took the opportunity to pat Jason's shoulder, smiling as he said: "Brother, we should have talked a long time ago.
I heard you've been making some big deals these past few days; I wonder if a gambler like me can get in on some of that?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Jason's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "You're quite the joker, Lynn.
We're not playing kid's games; this isn't a simple gambling game."
Lynn smiled, his attitude relaxed: "We're not kids, but sometimes we also want to find some different kind of excitement in this city.
You big shots, it's certainly not just simple gambling, is it?"
A cunning glint flashed in Jason's eyes; he seemed somewhat intrigued by Lynn's words: "You're right, the casino is indeed more than just this.
But you also know that the dark side of this city isn't just about the gambling tables.
You're a new face, quite bold, daring to directly approach people like us; that's certainly interesting."
Lynn's heart quickened, realizing his words had caught Jason's attention; he continued to maintain a relaxed tone: "I'm not trying to do anything big; I just Hope to make some friends, meet some people, and understand your 'business'.
After all, my business isn't so simple either."
Jason raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly interested in Lynn's attitude: "Oh? You're quite daring to say that directly.
I like straightforward people like that."
He paused, his gaze sweeping around the people nearby, then said in a low voice, "However, you should also know that what we do isn't exactly above board.
If you want to understand our 'business', you'll have to pay a price.
If you truly want to cooperate with us, you'll have to prove yourself first."
Lynn smiled slightly, without hesitation pulling a wad of cash from his pocket and placing it on the table, appearing very generous: "You're right, Jason, I didn't come here empty-handed.
Since we're all in the same circle, why not deepen our relationship this way first?"
Jason's eyes flashed, clearly impressed by Lynn's action.
He glanced at the cash on the table, a satisfied smile on his face: "I'll accept your sincerity.
Since that's the case, let's talk."
He gestured for the people next to him to move further away, appearing somewhat cautious but not showing too much hostility.
Lynn noticed this and knew that a cautious person like Jason must have considerable influence behind him.
He continued to chat with Jason, trying to lead him into a deeper conversation through their topics.
The conversation moved from luck at the gambling table to the casino interests in Las Vegas, and then to the local underground gang network.
During this process, Lynn deliberately lowered his posture, chatting with Jason in a relaxed tone to build his trust.
A few minutes later, Jason suddenly stopped talking, his eyes becoming somewhat profound: "What you want to know, since you're so eager, I can tell you.
But you have to promise that you absolutely cannot provoke anyone from our Blood Eagle Gang."
Lynn nodded: "Don't worry, Jason, I'm not here to cause trouble; I just want to know some information about the recent homicides.
I heard you have some people connected to the casino area, and I want to start with that information."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Jason's eyes, then he revealed a meaningful smile: "You're right, the dark side of Las Vegas isn't just about murder and arson; it's more about the struggle for profit.
You want to know about those gamblers, right?"
Lynn didn't rush to respond but waited quietly for Jasonto continue.
As expected, after a moment of silence, Jason said in a low voice: "Among these gamblers, some are truly addicted, while others have bigger deals behind them.
The person you're looking for is related to these homicides.
However, I can't tell you directly who it is, but I can give you a hint: go find Noah Blake; he's our 'accountant' here, and he knows a lot more than anyone else."
Lynn's heart stirred; the name felt a bit familiar, clearly indicating Blake had close ties to the Las Vegas gangs.
Lynn quickly wrote down the name, his heart filled with anticipation: "Thank you, Jason.
I'll remember what you said."
"Remember, if you provoke the Blood Eagle Gang, the consequences won't be good." Jason stood up, patted Lynn's shoulder, "However, seeing as you're a bold person, I'll let you know some information first.
We can talk about the rest later."
Lynn smiled, stood up, bid farewell to Jason, and then left the table.
Although the conversation just now was a bit cautious, he knew he had obtained important clues.
Following the clue provided by Jason, Lynn found Noah Blake's location.
Blake was an important figure in the Las Vegasunderworld, with a notorious reputation, controlling multiple illegal activities around the casinos.
He didn't directly participate in violent crimes like other gang members but focused on behind-the-scenes operations and financial flows, controlling many casino financial networks and the lifelines of some underground transactions.
Lynn's car was parked near Blake's private office, surrounded by inconspicuous small shops and restaurants, but Lynn knew this place was not simple.
Blake's office was hidden in a corner of a tall building, not looking like an underworld power center, but rather somewhat modern and clean.
Downstairs, there was a quiet bar where customers conversed in low voices, appearing calm yet subtly exuding a suppressed atmosphere.
He walked into the bar, looked around, and quickly spotted Blake.
Blake sat at a corner table, with no bodyguards, only a few discreet assistants.
Blake wore a dark suit, his expression stern, and those around him seemed to maintain a tacit distance from his presence.
Lynn stepped up to Blake, who looked up at him, his eyes showing no surprise, but rather some interest: "You finally found me, Agent Lynn.
You don't seem like the usual law enforcement officer; you're quite bold."
Lynn smiled and unceremoniously sat down opposite Blake: "I came to see you to ask some questions, Blake.
I Hope we can cooperate pleasantly."
Blake didn't seem in a hurry to respond, raising an eyebrow: "Cooperate pleasantly?
Do you think I'll easily reveal any information to you?
You know, I only care about money, nothing else."
Lynn nodded slightly, his smile showing no impatience, but rather full of patience: "I understand.
Money is what you value, and since that's the case, I didn't come here with just empty words."
He reached into his bag and took out a wad of cash, placing it directly in front of Blake.
Blake's eyes immediately sharpened, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, seemingly pleased by Lynn's straightforwardness and generosity.
Lynn's actions held nothing back; he knew Blake was that kind of person, and he had to use money and benefits to gain his trust, which was also the only way for him to get information from Blake.
"You are indeed a smart person, Lynn," Blake said in a low voice, gently pushing away the cash in front of him, his eyes still fixed on the wad of money, clearly not unfamiliar with it.
"What do you want to know?"
Lynn didn't hesitate, getting straight to the point: "I came to you to understand some of the recent homicides in Las Vegas.
I know there are some complicated matters behind these gamblers, and they have some connection to you.
You help me provide some information, and I'll handle the rest."
A slight smile appeared on Blake's face as he gently stirred the Water glass on the table, his gaze somewhat scrutinizing: "You've seen the dark side of Las Vegasclearly now; daring to ask these questions shows some courage.
Do you want to know the cause of death of these gamblers, or do you want to find out who is behind it?"
"I'd rather know who is involved in the transactions behind these victims," Lynn maintained a calm tone, "I know you know the truth about these matters, and you're willing to cooperate with me."
Blake looked deeply at Lynn, seemingly weighing his words.
After a moment, he said in a low voice: "These deaths are indeed not simple.
You're right; behind the homicides, there's a lot involved.
You say you know about these people's transactions, so you should understand that this isn't just a simple dispute between gamblers.
There are bigger deals behind this, involving some underground trading activities, and even some partners of our Blood Eagle Gang."
Lynn's heart quickened slightly; clearly, Blake's words gave him a glimmer of Hope.
He continued to ask: "Can you tell me specifically who these people are?
What kind of transactions are they involved in?
I know you've had contact with these people; can you give me some help?"
Blake was silent for a moment, seemingly considering whether to reveal more information.
Lynn didn't rush him but waited patiently.
He knew that dealing with people like this required giving them enough time and space to gain valuable clues.
Finally, Blake spoke: "Alright, since you're willing to pay such a high price for this information, I'll tell you.
Those victims all have one thing in common—they were all partners of the Blood Eagle Gang, involved in some underground gambling and money laundering activities."
Lynn frowned slightly, clearly somewhat surprised: "Blood Eagle Gang?
These people are actually connected to you?"
Blake nodded, a cold smirk in his eyes: "Of course, these people aren't necessarily my direct subordinates, but they have many dealings with us.
We need to control these underground gambling businesses, and they are a part of it.
As for those dead gamblers, I'm afraid some things behind the scenes caused unnecessary conflicts.
The person who committed the murders must be someone who knows the inside story of these transactions and wants to eliminate all evidence and anyone who could threaten him."
Upon hearing these words, Lynn already had a clearer idea.
"Do you know who is orchestrating these killings behind the scenes?"
Blake's eyes turned cold, clearly showing some hesitation, but he still continued: "I don't know exactly who did it, but I do know some people who are not to be underestimated and have more powerful forces behind them.
I dare say that the Blood Eagle Gang's interests are not the only motive behind these killings.
Perhaps you should look for other clues, especially people who had contact with these deceased individuals."
Lynn nodded slightly: "Understood, thank you for your cooperation, Blake."
Blake shrugged, a faint smile on his face: "You paid enough, and I gave you the information you wanted.
The rest is up to you to figure out."
Lynn didn't leave immediately but pushed another wad of cash in front of Blake: "Blake, I don't want to tip them off.
If you can provide me with more clues about these people's specific transactions, or tell me more about their backgrounds, I'd be even more grateful to you."
Chapter 287 The Situation Out of Control
Blake glanced at the cash on the table, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Although he wasn't directly involved in these murders, the information was extremely valuable, especially for his own benefit.
Finally, Blake sighed and said in a low voice, "Alright, I'll give you some more clues.
The victims you mentioned, there's someone else behind them—a former key member of the Blood Eagle Gang.
His name is Alfred, and he has a lot of information about these illegal dealings.
You need to find him; he might uncover all the truth."
Upon hearing this, Lynn felt a surge of excitement, but he remained calm: "Alfred? Where is he now?"
Blake looked around and whispered, "Alfred has been missing for a while.
Some say he was captured by other gangs, others say he's hiding, preparing to escape.
But he did contact some Blood Eagle Gang members recently, and if you can find him, you might unravel the truth behind these serial killings."
Lynn nodded, already having a new objective in mind: "Thank you, Blake.
The information you provided is very helpful."
Blake said nothing more, just slightly raised the corner of his mouth, watching Lynn leave.
After Lynn left Blake's office, his heart was filled with complex emotions.
Although this encounter with Blake didn't lead to a direct conclusion, the clues provided brought him one step closer to the truth.
After receiving Blake's clue, Lynn immediately began searching for Alfred's whereabouts.
Although Blake gave him some information, he didn't fully reveal Alfred's exact location.
Lynn understood that Alfred's disappearance was not accidental; he might have deliberately hidden himself, or perhaps certain forces were looking for and controlling him.
Regardless, Alfred became the key figure in unraveling the entire mystery.
After some searching, Lynn finally found traces of Alfred in a dilapidated warehouse in Las Vegas.
It was far from the city, and the surroundings were desolate.
The warehouse door was tightly shut, covered in rust, looking like it hadn't been used in a long time.
Lynn tiptoed to the warehouse entrance, hearing only the wind blowing through the empty area.
He gently pushed open the door and stood at the entrance, observing everything inside.
Inside the warehouse, the lights were dim, and it was filled with various unidentified objects and equipment.
Lynn scanned the surroundings with alert eyes, his heartbeat gradually accelerating.
He knew that Alfred was likely inside this warehouse.
Suddenly, a low voice came from the shadows: "You're finally here, Agent Lynn."
Lynn turned and saw Alfred.
He was dressed in simple clothes, his face haggard, seemingly having lived a difficult life over the years.
Alfred's eyes were deep, carrying a detached indifference, as if he had completely separated himself from the outside World's noise and conflict.
"You knew I would come here?" Lynn's gaze was sharp, his steps steady as he approached Alfred.
"Are you planning to keep hiding like this?"
Alfred lowered his head and sighed deeply, as if considering whether to continue hiding something.
He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "I knew you were looking for me, Lynn.
You want to know why these gamblers died, what kind of dealings were behind it, and how all this is connected to the Blood Eagle Gang, right?"
Lynn didn't answer immediately, but quietly watched Alfred, waiting for him to continue.
"The Blood Eagle Gang is no longer just a simple gang," Alfred suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with pain, "These years, they've not only been involved in gambling but have also started to venture into more terrifying areas, even using these gamblers to strip them of their most valuable possessions—their organs.
The truth you seek is exactly this dark."
When Lynn heard these words, a storm raged in his heart, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes: "You mean, the Blood Eagle Gang is harvesting gamblers' organs? They are obtaining and selling organs through these killings?"
Alfred nodded, his face expressionless, his voice low: "Yes.
Those gamblers all share a common characteristic—they are all one of the Blood Eagle Gang's 'funding sources.'
Some were in debt, others were drawn into their underground gambling circles.
Initially, the Blood Eagle Gang controlled these people through gambling, but as the underground gambling expanded, the organization began to realize that relying solely on these gamblers' money wasn't enough.
So, they began to implement an even more horrifying plan: surgically remove these gamblers' organs and then resell them on the black market."
Lynn's brows furrowed tightly, his thoughts a mess, finding it hard to accept this information.
"You mean, all the victims died for their organs?"
"Exactly." Alfred's voice was almost imperceptible, "The Blood Eagle Gang selects certain gamblers, especially those who owe huge gambling debts or those they deem 'useless.'
Once these people die, their organs are secretly removed and sold on the black market to wealthy individuals who need them.
Think about it, in this city, how great is the temptation of money.
Many people abandon their bottom line for quick profits."
Lynn was deeply shocked after hearing this.
The darkness behind it was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Taking lives in this way was not only cold-blooded but also a profound trampling of humanity.
Lynn clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "How did you know about these things?"
Alfred sighed, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes: "I used to be a member of the Blood Eagle Gang; I know how they operate.
Initially, I joined them for profit, but I gradually realized that things were becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
Especially when I saw them secretly operating these 'organ trades,' I was completely repulsed.
Those people's lives were just discarded.
I wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let me go, so I had to hide."
Lynn took a deep breath and straightened up: "So, can you tell me if the victims' organs have already been resold?"
Alfred's eyes darkened, "I don't know the specific details, but I've heard about their trading methods.
Organs are processed quickly and then circulated through the black market.
Some people specifically acquire these organs and resell them to those in need.
I know these things, but they won't let me easily reveal them."
Lynn didn't say much, having already made up his mind.
He knew that only by thoroughly verifying this information could he uncover the truth of the entire case and bring the criminals behind it to justice.
Although Alfred provided many clues, Lynn knew he couldn't rely entirely on Alfred's words.
"I need to investigate the victims' bodies," Lynn said in a low voice, "Only through an autopsy, confirming whether these organs were truly removed, can we further confirm the Blood Eagle Gang's crimes."
Alfred nodded, seemingly understanding what would happen next.
"You need to be careful, Lynn.
The Blood Eagle Gang's influence is spread throughout this city; they definitely won't let you off easily."
Lynn took a deep breath, appearing even more resolute: "Don't worry, I'll be careful.
I'll handle the next steps myself."
A few hours later, Lynn and Mark quietly went to a funeral home in Las Vegas.
This funeral home was not as simple as it appeared on the surface; it was actually part of the Blood Eagle Gang, used to dispose of the bodies of the gamblers they killed.
Lynn knew that only here could he obtain conclusive evidence.
After some investigation, Lynn and Mark successfully uncovered some useful clues.
The staff were unaware of Lynn's true identity, but under Lynn's clever questioning, they revealed some hints.
It turned out that the Blood Eagle Gang was indeed secretly controlling some unidentified "black market traders" who were responsible for acquiring the organs obtained by the Blood Eagle Gang.
After detailed investigation and autopsy, Lynn discovered an even more shocking fact—some of the victims' organs were indeed missing.
Hearts, kidneys, livers, and other vital organs were quickly removed, leaving almost no traceable Marks back to the original crime scene.
All of this indicated that the Blood Eagle Gang indeed had a vast organ trafficking network.
"We have evidence, Mark." Lynn stood beside the autopsy report, his face grim, "The Blood Eagle Gang isn't just killing people; they are systematically harvesting these people's organs for profit.
Next, we must act."
Mark took a deep breath, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "We need to act quickly, or more people will die at their hands."
Lynn nodded: "We have the evidence; now we must make it public.
Regardless of the outcome, we must expose these dark truths."
Lynn stood in the FBI Headquarters in Las Vegas, gazing at a detailed report on the table.
The report listed all the evidence of the Blood Eagle Gang's involvement in illegal organ trafficking, as well as the backgrounds of multiple victims involved.
Lynn knew that this document was not just an accusation; it was the key to their operation.
If they could successfully present this evidence, the Blood Eagle Gang's dark dealings would be exposed to the light, and many innocent lives might be saved from further loss.
However, this was not a simple task.
The casinos and underground forces in Las Vegas were complex and intertwined; the Blood Eagle Gang was not just a simple criminal gang but an organization with powerful backing, involved in an extremely vast chain of interests.
Lynn and Mark had already confirmed some of this information through a series of investigations, but to truly shake the Blood Eagle Gang's foundation, more strength was still needed to assist.
"What do you plan to do?" Mark looked at Lynn, his brows furrowed, "If we hand this evidence over to the local police, will they actively cooperate with us?"
A hint of uncertainty flashed in Lynn's eyes: "The police force in this city is not sufficient to deal with the Blood Eagle Gang's vast network.
We cannot suppress them with just our own strength.
I've decided to hand the evidence over to the Las Vegaspolice, hoping they can cooperate with the FBI for a joint operation.
We need to find the Blood Eagle Gang's hidden Base and break up its underground trading network."
Mark nodded, but his face still showed some worry: "Do you think they can really cooperate with us?
Many police officers in Las Vegas are colluding with gangs, I'm afraid… there might be an accident."
Lynn took a deep breath and replied: "All we can do is try our best to give them enough evidence and force them to act.
As for their cooperation, we can only rely on the police's decision."
So, Lynn and Mark handed over all the evidence to the local police, requesting that the police coordinate with the FBI to launch a comprehensive crackdown.
After receiving the information, the police outwardly seemed to agree to cooperate with the FBI; however, Lynn's heart remained uneasy.
He knew that corruption in this city was deeply rooted in every corner, and the greater the Blood Eagle Gang's influence, the more likely they were to affect the progress of this operation through the help of certain individuals.
Days later, the joint police and FBI operation finally began.
The target was a small stronghold of the Blood Eagle Gang outside the city, a deeply hidden warehouse that looked inconspicuous from the outside but was actually a trading hub inside, responsible for acquiring and reselling illegal organs.
Lynn, Mark, and the joint police squad had made ample preparations; everyone wore bulletproof vests and carried enough weapons and equipment, ready to take the quickest and most decisive measures during the operation.
On the day of the operation, Lynn and Mark sat in the command vehicle, closely monitoring the progress on site.
The police's special forces had already approached the target area, and everyone's expressions were very tense.
Lynn maintained contact with the on-site Commander via radio, ensuring everything proceeded according to plan.
However, as the police squad approached the outer perimeter of the warehouse, an unexpected event occurred.
Intense gunfire suddenly erupted from the seemingly empty warehouse, and several police officers instantly fell.
Lynn's heart skipped a beat; he knew something was wrong.
The urgent voice of the on-site Commander came through the radio: "Report, report! There's an unusual situation here!
The enemies are unusually equipped; at least a few possess superhuman abilities!"
Lynn immediately turned to look at Mark, and they exchanged a glance, understanding that the battle before them was far from as simple as they had anticipated.
"They have Mutants." Lynn said calmly, "Some members of the Blood Eagle Gang actually have Mutants among them!"
More chaotic voices came through the radio: "Situation out of control, situation out of control! We need support! Urgent reinforcements needed!"
Lynn clenched his fists, and a strong sense of crisis instantly rose in his heart.
He immediately contacted FBI Headquarters via radio, requesting more reinforcements be dispatched immediately.
But he knew the situation was already grim.
If this raid could not be contained in time, the Blood Eagle Gang's Mutant members might easily destroy the police and FBI's plan, and even lead to more casualties.
"Mark, we need to go support them quickly." Lynn didn't hesitate for a moment, "This operation, I'm afraid, won't be as simple as we thought."
Mark nodded, closely following Lynn, and they quickly switched to an armored vehicle heading to the scene.
Still hundreds of meters from the warehouse, Lynn looked out the window and saw that the street outside the warehouse was already shrouded in thick smoke, with police cars and ambulances rushing to the scene.
Lynn was anxious, but he remained calm; he knew he had to enter the battle as quickly as possible to turn the tide of this situation.
Chapter 288: Finding a Breakthrough
When they arrived at the scene, the situation was more serious than expected.
The Mutants of the Blood Eagle Gang had already set up a defensive line around the warehouse, and the Policeand FBI teams were being pushed back, suffering heavy casualties.
Lynn immediately got out of the car, and with his team members, began to look for a breakthrough.
Every step was full of danger, as the Mutants of the Blood Eagle Gang were clearly professionally trained; their attack speed and reaction capabilities were extremely swift, far exceeding normal human limits.
Lynn gritted his teeth, quickly analyzing the situation.
The Mutants seemed to have set up traps using the terrain inside the warehouse, and their special abilities were undoubtedly well utilized there.
Suddenly, Lynn heard a team member's call from his earpiece: "Report, Lynn! We've found one of the Mutants; his ability is superhuman strength and durability, almost impossible to defeat with ordinary weapons!"
Lynn quickly directed his team members to adjust their tactics: "Don't act rashly, concentrate Fire! We must find their weakness!"
Just then, a huge roar came from deep within the warehouse, followed by violent shaking.
Lynn instinctively crouched down, dodging the impending blast.
He stared intently at the warehouse entrance, only to see a Mutant wearing a black tight-fitting combat suit rush out quickly from the entrance, his hands emitting a strong light, his entire body huge, and his strength astonishing.
This Mutant's attack directly shattered the wall in front, rapidly approaching the Police's position.
"Quick! Retreat!" Lynn shouted, while he quickly turned and ducked behind a side cover.
He knew that if they couldn't adjust their strategy in time, the upcoming battle would be very dangerous, possibly even leading to total annihilation.
The scene plunged into extreme chaos, as the Mutants quickly suppressed the counterattack of the Police and FBI with their extraordinary abilities, fully demonstrating the Blood Eagle Gang's powerful ace in the hole.
Lynn secretly made up his mind that if this raid failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The enemies were not just gangsters, but also superpowered Mutants, making the matter no longer a simple crackdown on crime, but rather involving a secret collaboration between Mutants and the gang.
After a tense exchange of Fire, Lynn finally led the remaining team members to break through the warehouse's defenses, discovering some documents and even more important evidence hidden by Blood Eagle Gang members.
This evidence confirmed that the Blood Eagle Gang, with the help of Mutants, had carried out large-scale illegal organ trafficking.
And these Mutants were clearly not unintentionally involved; they were part of those hired by the Blood Eagle Gang, and some had even been members of the Blood Eagle Gang, using their Mutant abilities to assist the gang.
"We need to act faster, these clues will bring us closer and closer to the truth," Lynn said to his team members, while quickly checking for more information at the scene.
After the Blood Eagle Gang's warehouse in Las Vegaswas destroyed, Lynn and the FBI's joint operation, although achieving an initial victory, quickly fell into an awkward situation.
The Blood Eagle Gang was like a snake whose head had been cut off, but it quickly disappeared into the darkness, temporarily lying dormant.
Although they suffered heavy losses, Lynn knew that this gang was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.
The hidden chain of interests behind the Blood Eagle Gang and their modus operandi made them difficult to track, and the involvement of these Mutants made the entire situation exceptionally complicated.
Lynn stood in his office in Las Vegas, gazing at the map and documents before him.
He flipped through the files in his hand, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with anxiety.
Days had passed, yet there was still no news of the Blood Eagle Gang's whereabouts.
The casinos in Las Vegas were still bustling, but Lynnknew that this seemingly glamorous city was actually hiding more and more dark sides.
"These people suddenly disappeared, they must be reorganizing," Lynn muttered to himself, "But if I continue like this, relying solely on these clues, I won't be able to find their hiding place at all."
His discussions with Mark also did not yield much progress.
The Police in Las Vegas were clearly not enthusiastic about this issue; in fact, they had not provided any effective assistance at all.
Although on the surface the Police and FBI were jointly investigating, Lynn knew that the Police's cooperation was far less active than imagined.
Many times, the Las Vegas Police even reacted passively to the FBI's actions, not only providing inaccurate intelligence but also showing dereliction of duty and delays.
"Lynn, we need more clues; the Blood Eagle Gang clearly won't give up easily," Mark said thoughtfully, "However, the Police's efficiency is really too low, and the Las VegasPolice don't seem to be trying their best to cooperate with us.
We still have to find a way to find breakthroughs from other places."
Lynn knew Mark was right; the Police's inaction made their work exceptionally difficult.
The Las Vegas Police seemed not to be nervous about the threat of the Blood Eagle Gang, and some Police officers even had a subtle relationship with the gang.
Although Lynn had tried his best to push for changes in the situation, he was still an outside Agent, and the complex situation in Las Vegas prevented him from delving into the root cause for a while, with many layers of information closed off to him.
Days passed, and there was still no news of the Blood Eagle Gang's movements.
Lynn looked at the piled-up documents, his mood growing heavier.
He tried to contact some local informants, hoping to find clues through unofficial channels, but every feedback he received seemed vague and unreliable.
The underground World of Las Vegas was unfathomable, and the Blood Eagle Gang had clearly learned of their investigation direction and began to carefully hide their tracks.
At the same time, Lynn and Mark's efforts seemed to yield no reward.
Every time they questioned the Police, their response was always extremely cold.
The tacit approval and tolerance of the Blood Eagle Gangby certain high-ranking officials had brought the FBI's investigation almost to a standstill.
The Las Vegas Police's half-hearted efforts seemed to have led the entire city's operations into an awkward state, with superficial cooperation but no substantive progress.
"How can they be so slow? We've already provided evidence, and they still haven't made a move!" Lynnfrowned, throwing the document in his hand onto the table with a thud, "We've given them all the clues; there's not much room left for these criminals to hide, so why are they still delaying?"
Mark sighed helplessly: "I know you're anxious, but the Water in this city is deeper than you can imagine.
You're not a local, so there's a lot you don't know.
Las Vegas, especially its law enforcement agencies, has a complicated relationship with the gangs.
We can't control the entire situation."
Lynn nodded silently, but he knew in his heart that he had to find a breakthrough and could not continue to stagnate like this.
Just then, Lynn received a call from Jane.
"Lynn, you have to look at these materials; I got some useful information from my news channels." Jane's tone sounded a bit rushed.
Lynn quickly picked up the phone: "Jane, what happened?"
Jane continued: "I found some records of the Blood Eagle Gang's activities in other cities, and the underground transactions involved are becoming increasingly complex.
I found some clues that might be their source of funding, or where they are conducting organ trafficking again.
Although there's no direct evidence, these clues are very worth investigating further."
Lynn's eyes lit up, immediately realizing this might be a breakthrough: "Can you send me this information? Where is the place you mentioned?"
"It's Los Angeles," Jane's voice was still anxious, "I've already arranged for my team of reporters to investigate there, and I think this might also be an important Base for the Blood Eagle Gang's restart.
See if you can find a breakthrough from here."
"Los Angeles?" Lynn frowned, "How do you know they're active in Los Angeles? Is there enough evidence?"
"Currently, there isn't much evidence, but their capital flow and the activities of some key figures can prove that they have further arrangements in Los Angeles," Jane patiently explained, "I know you urgently need clues, and I hope this can help you."
"Thank you, Jane." Lynn took a deep breath, "This is exactly what we need.
I'll contact the Los Angeles team as soon as possible to see if we can find more valuable intelligence."
Lynn hung up the phone, a glimmer of hope surging in his heart.
Although the investigation in Las Vegas had reached a stalemate, the clues from Los Angeles might help them break through this predicament.
Lynn immediately contacted the head of the FBI's Los Angeles branch, requesting a comprehensive investigation into the Blood Eagle Gang's activities in Los Angeles.
In the following days, Lynn and Mark's cooperation with the Los Angeles branch became increasingly close.
Through the intelligence on capital flow and personnel activities provided by Jane, the FBI in Los Angeles began to gradually pinpoint several possible hiding places for the Blood Eagle Gang in the city.
Although the Blood Eagle Gang's influence had begun to conceal itself, their financial power and network still exerted influence in Los Angeles.
However, just as Lynn and the Los Angeles branch's operations were gradually unfolding, the Las VegasPolice still failed to provide much effective cooperation.
In this city full of corruption, the Police's inaction made Lynn very angry.
Lynn sat in his office, tiredly looking at the files and reports before him.
Although a few days of investigation had yielded some clues, the overall situation still hadn't seen much breakthrough.
The passive cooperation of the Las Vegas Police made him increasingly anxious, and the Blood Eagle Gang also seemed to have successfully hidden their tracks, becoming even more secretive.
For Lynn, every step of the investigation was like groping in the dark; although the evidence was still before him, he still couldn't find a direct way to break through their defenses.
However, after a long period of silence and reflection, Lynn suddenly realized that the core of the Blood Eagle Gang was not just how they manipulated these gamblers, but a deeper black market transaction—organ trafficking.
Their business did not solely profit from the victims themselves; the real chain of profit was likely with the buyers.
Therefore, if they could shift their focus from the peripheral members of the Blood Eagle Gang to these organ buyers, it might force the Blood Eagle Gang to show themselves and further uncover their core.
"We can't just focus on the Blood Eagle Gang members; we need to find a way to contact those buyers," Lynn said to Mark, "Trace from the source of the transaction, find those who truly need these organs."
Mark was silent for a moment, then nodded: "You mean, we need to find out who these buyers are?
If they are legitimate businessmen or wealthy individuals, there might be large amounts of capital flowing.
By tracking their capital flow, we might find more clues about the Blood Eagle Gang."
Lynn thoughtfully said: "Yes, or find their connections with some legitimate institutions.
We already know the flow of these organs, and buyers are obviously easier to expose than sellers.
If we can track their transactions, the Blood Eagle Gangwill be forced to show themselves."
Thus, Lynn and Mark began a new direction of investigation, no longer simply investigating Blood Eagle Gang members, but turning to those who might be purchasing illegal organs.
Lynn first contacted the FBI's financial department, requesting access to suspicious high-value fund transfer records and from them, finding any transaction information related to organ trafficking.
A few days later, they had collected some preliminary data.
This data showed that there were indeed abnormal capital flows in the accounts of some private hospitals and high-end clinics in Las Vegas.
Most of the funds for these institutions came from some obscure wealthy clients who frequently made large payments, but the payment methods were not transparent, and the recipients were not regular medical institutions.
"These capital flows are very unusual; some money even flowed into overseas accounts," Lynn explained to Markas he browsed the data, "These funds behind them might involve some organ trafficking transactions.
The buyers' identities certainly won't be directly exposed; we have to start with these payment records."
"It seems we're back to the financial chain," Mark nodded, "But these buyers won't easily expose themselves; how can we track them?"
"First, we need to contact the medical institutions that received the funds," Lynn pondered for a moment, "Although these institutions appear legitimate on the surface, they are also very likely involved in illegal transactions.
We can find a breakthrough from there."
A few days later, Lynn and Mark began investigating the management of these private hospitals and clinics, as well as the investors behind the hospitals and their capital flows.
They first targeted a private clinic called "Sunshine Medical Center." This clinic enjoyed a certain reputation in Las Vegas's upper society, outwardly providing high-end medical services.
However, according to Lynn's investigation, there were large amounts of undisclosed capital flowing behind the clinic, and these flowing funds clearly did not belong to legitimate insurance company payments.
Lynn and Mark decided to start with Sunshine Medical Center, contacting some of the clinic's staff to investigate the specific sources of these funds.
Through some clever means, Lynn successfully learned from an unnamed Nurse that the clinic indeed had some customers who received "specially customized" medical services, and these services were not arranged through regular channels, but through underground private intermediaries.
"That's it," Lynn said softly, "Through these underground intermediaries, we might find more clues.
The Blood Eagle Gang's business is very likely conducted through these channels."
Chapter 289 It's time to take action
To further their investigation, Lynn and Mark decided to infiltrate and go undercover, posing as potential buyers to approach these underground intermediaries.
In a Las Vegas casino, they found a possible contact person named Andrew Reynolds, an old acquaintance of the Blood Eagle Gang in the area, who had been arrested for involvement in illegal gambling activities but was never prosecuted.
Andrew had extensive connections in the Las Vegascasinos, and Lynn and Mark decided to approach him under the guise of purchasing organs.
Andrew's casino was located in a secluded block in the city, and although its exterior was unassuming, its interior was luxuriously decorated, attracting many high-end clients.
Lynn and Mark found a way to enter the casino through an acquaintance, posing as "clients"—businessmen interested in buying organs—to inquire about the situation from Andrew.
Upon entering the casino, Lynn and Mark did not rush into action but instead walked around, observing their surroundings.
The gambling tables were surrounded by surging crowds; some people conversed in low voices, while others intently stared at the card tables.
But Lynn's gaze never left Andrew's table; he knew this contact might be the only clue to the Blood Eagle Gang's core.
Finally, Andrew's gaze swept over Lynn and Mark, and he waved them over, motioning for them to come.
Lynn and Mark walked over and sat opposite Andrew.
Andrew did not directly ask about their intentions but smiled and said, "It seems this is your first time here.
The gambling tables in Las Vegas are a good place.
Is there anything I can help you with?"
Lynn smiled and replied, "We heard you are the most knowledgeable person in this circle.
We have some special needs and hope to get your help."
Andrew chuckled lightly, "Needs? I heard you are somewhat special businessmen, coming to Las Vegas to seek new investment opportunities.
What you want to understand isn't ordinary business, is it?"
Lynn nodded, "We need some 'special' products."
He paused slightly at this point, his gaze falling directly on Andrew's eyes, "Some products that can give people new life."
Andrew's expression subtly changed; he seemed to be weighing Lynn's words.
A moment later, Andrew gave a cold smile: "You know more than I imagined.
I can find what you need, but you must understand that such 'special' products are not cheap, and during the transaction, many things cannot be disclosed."
"We are willing to pay the corresponding price," Lynnresponded, "as long as you can guarantee we get what we need."
Andrew was silent for a while, then stood up, motioning for Lynn and Mark to follow him.
"If you truly want to get something, then you must be prepared.
I can take you to meet someone who can provide you with the 'special' products you need."
Lynn and Mark's hearts stirred, knowing that this operation finally had a breakthrough.
Andrew led them to a private room behind the casino.
Inside the room sat a middle-aged man in a black suit, with a stern face and sharp eyes, clearly a figure with a powerful background.
Andrew introduced Lynn and Mark to him; the man's gaze swept over the two, lingered for a moment, then he spoke calmly: "I can help you find what you want.
Price is not an issue.
But you must also understand that such a transaction requires much more than just money."
Lynn's heart trembled, knowing that this transaction had entered the deepest level of the Dark Dimension.
Lynn and Mark sat in the private room, facing the stern middle-aged man, their feelings varied.
Although this place lacked the outside World's clamor, it was filled with an unsettling aura.
The man before them was clearly no ordinary person; to establish himself in this Dark Dimension, he must have powerful forces supporting him from behind.
Lynn and Mark remained vigilant; although they were in a risky situation, at this moment, they knew they were getting closer to uncovering the truth behind the Blood Eagle Gang.
The man did not rush to speak but coldly scrutinized them.
This gaze created a sense of oppression, as if he wanted to see through them.
Lynn took a deep breath, maintaining a calm demeanor, trying to remain expressionless.
Everything that followed would determine whether they could obtain the Blood Eagle Gang's core clues and even whether they could destroy this entire dark network from its root.
"Why have you come to me?" the man's voice was low and powerful, carrying an undeniable hint of threat.
Lynn smiled slightly, trying to answer in a calm tone: "We have some 'special' needs, and we heard you can provide what we require.
We are willing to pay the corresponding price for it."
The man was silent for a while, his gaze looking at the distant night view outside the window, seemingly deep in thought.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes still stern: "What you want is not ordinary merchandise."
After saying this, his eyes fixed on Lynn and Mark, "I can help you find what you want, but remember, this is not a simple transaction.
Your identities should not be easily exposed; many people are watching this market, wanting to profit from it in different ways.
What you want can only be conducted underground."
Lynn nodded, knowing that this man did not easily reveal information.
He remained calm and continued: "We need some special organs, the kind that can have a significant impact on ordinary people.
We have already learned that you have these resources.
We just want to ensure that during the transaction, we can get everything we need."
The man smiled, his smile carrying a cold, sarcastic edge: "You know quite a lot.
Organ trafficking is a dirty business.
No one can easily enter it unless you are strong enough, smart enough.
I know you are an external force, but in this city, it is difficult for outsiders to interfere with these matters.
Although the Blood Eagle Gang has been suppressed by your actions for a while, its foundation remains, and many people's interests are tied to it."
Lynn's heart trembled slightly upon hearing these words.
Although he had long anticipated that the power behind the Blood Eagle Gang was far more complex than it appeared on the surface, he now finally received a clear hint from this mysterious man's mouth.
This was not merely a problem of a gang organization but also involved a series of complex underground transactions, transnational interests, and hidden power structures.
"Can you tell us more details about these transactions?" Mark interjected, appearing more eager than Lynn.
He had noticed the man's cautious choice of words, knowing that if this transaction proceeded smoothly, it might open a new door for them.
The man's expression remained unchanged; he just looked at them coldly: "Behind the transactions, besides the Blood Eagle Gang, there are more people involved.
You think the Blood Eagle Gang can control this city, and even cross borders, to engage in organ trafficking, but you are wrong.
The true masterminds behind it are those high-level figures who have never been publicly revealed.
The Blood Eagle Gang is merely one of their agents."
Lynn and Mark exchanged glances, both seeing strong shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
What this person said was clearly on a level they had previously been unable to imagine.
If the Blood Eagle Gang was merely an agent, what enormous interests were hidden behind it?
"Who exactly are these people?" Lynn asked, his voice very low, afraid of revealing any hint of eagerness.
The man smiled slightly, but still did not reveal more information: "You want to know more? Well, since you are willing to pay the price, I will give you some clues."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, took a thick document from a drawer on the table, and slowly placed it on the table, "These are the clues you want.
You can now go and look for these names; they hold a crucial position in the organ trafficking market.
Whether you can find the Blood Eagle Gang's true instigators from this, I will not concern myself with."
Lynn looked at the document on the table, a complex emotion rising in his heart.
The names in the document were clearly key figures in these dark transactions; if they could track them down, they might be able to uncover the true face behind the Blood Eagle Gang.
"Thank you," Lynn said calmly, already beginning to analyze this new information.
The man looked at Lynn, then scanned Mark, and seemed to curl his lips in slight dissatisfaction: "That you could get this far shows some wisdom, but don't forget, the rules of this city are not for you to decide.
Your external force can only go this far; if you want to go deeper, you need enough courage and strength."
Lynn did not respond, well aware that the man's words carried a strong sense of threat.
Although they had obtained clues from him, everything that followed would be even more uncertain.
Underground World transactions were not as simple as just money and organs; the layers of interests and power involved far exceeded their imagination.
Lynn and Mark picked up the document, thanked the man, and left the private room.
After several weeks of in-depth investigation, Lynn and Mark finally found a breakthrough through layers of complex clues.
Although the Las Vegas police and other departments performed unsatisfactorily in this tracking operation, Lynn, relying on his patience and intelligence, gradually closed in on the Blood Eagle Gang's core.
Amidst these twists and turns and difficulties, Lynnrealized that to truly strike at this dark force, he had to start from the most dangerous, most hidden corners, seize a key figure, and thereby completely dismantle their power.
This breakthrough occurred with a Blood Eagle Gangmember named Mihail Kovac.
Mihail was originally a high-ranking member of the Blood Eagle Gang, responsible for managing important financial flows and transnational illegal transactions.
His background was complex; he had engaged in criminal activities in multiple countries in the past and was a highly trusted figure within the gang.
Lynn learned that Mihail's recent activities seemed to have changed; his whereabouts no longer appeared as frequently in the Blood Eagle Gang's public affairs as before, but shifted to more secretive places.
Lynn decided to use this point to conduct further investigation.
Through several days of careful arrangement, Lynn finally found Mihail's whereabouts.
Mihail was currently hiding in an abandoned Villa on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
Although this place was secluded, the surrounding environment was somewhat complex, and one could vaguely feel that it had once been a high-level secret gathering place.
Lynn took Mark and other team members to quietly approach the Villa, deciding to seize this opportunity to capture Mihail in one fell swoop and force him to reveal more information about the Blood Eagle Gang's new Base.
Before the operation, Lynn did not immediately reveal the details of the plan to everyone; he knew that such an operation was full of danger, and every step had to be precise.
Otherwise, if there was a single mistake, Mihail might escape before they could react.
Lynn and Mark felt a slight tension as they approached the Villa, but they knew that this moment might be the key to determining the success or failure of the battle.
Mihail's Villa looked very dilapidated; the outside yard was piled with debris, and the iron bars on the windows appeared somewhat rusty, as if the entire house had been abandoned for a long time.
However, Lynn knew that behind these superficial appearances, unknown secrets might be hidden.
Through observation, Lynn realized that although the external environment was simple, the Villa's security system was very strict.
Multiple surveillance cameras, infrared sensors, and locked iron gates sealed the entrance to the house, clearly indicating that this place was used as a secret Base for some important transaction.
"It looks like Mihail has been here for a long time," Markwhispered, his eyes scanning around, "No matter what, we need to act quickly."
Lynn nodded, signaling everyone to get ready.
"We'll split into two groups; one group will go around the side, and the other will attack from the front.
Remember, don't let Mihail escape."
As the operation began, Lynn and Mark led one group to quietly circle around to the side, while the other team members prepared to enter through the main door.
Lynn's heart pounded; he knew that capturing Mihailmeant seizing the Blood Eagle Gang's new movements, meaning they could strike multiple key nodes of the Blood Eagle Gang in Las Vegas and other places in one fell swoop.
Lynn knew that this operation would not be easy, but he had no retreat, only to continue forward.
As they approached the Villa, Lynn saw through the window that the lights inside were dim, and figures were moving within the house.
Mihail was inside, but he seemed unaware of the movement outside.
Lynn motioned for the team members to get closer; he knew it was time to act.
Suddenly, the lights inside flickered and then brightened; Lynn realized that Mihail had detected something unusual.
"Quick!" Lynn ordered in a low voice, rushing towards the Villa's front door.
At the same time, the other group of team members also broke through the main door and entered the house.
The air inside was tense and silent; Lynn quickly moved through the living room, rushing towards the stairs.
When he pushed open a door, Mihail was standing in the center of the room, holding a gun, clearly ready to retaliate.
Seeing Lynn, a flash of surprise crossed Mihail's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, and he said in a low voice: "You finally found me.
Do you think you can get anything from me?"
Chapter 290 A Bold Idea
"Mihail, stop struggling," Lynn said calmly, his eyes unwavering. "You know, we've already obtained all your transaction records with the Blood Eagle Gang, all the illegal fund flows. If you cooperate with us now, you might still receive some leniency."
Mihail sneered, "Your capture of me doesn't mean you'll win this war. The Blood Eagle Gang's power is far beyond your imagination. What does your capture of me signify? Nothing more than a hound pouncing on a large prey."
Lynn approached step by step. He knew that Mihail had no intention of resisting now; instead, he was trying to distract them by provoking them. Lynn calmly said, "The more silent you remain, the more it proves you're afraid. Mihail, tell me the Blood Eagle Gang's next plan, tell me your new stronghold, otherwise you'll never see the sunlight outside."
A complex emotion flashed in Mihail's eyes. Finally, he released his grip on the gun, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "You've really pursued us relentlessly to this point. If you must know, then listen carefully. I know you will continue to investigate until you find the Blood Eagle Gang's new stronghold. But you also need to know one thing: that place is not a simple location. We have already planned to launch larger operations at the new location. If you want to stop us, you will have to pay a heavy price."
Lynn did not relax his guard. He stared intently at Mihailand continued to ask, "Where is the exact location? Where is the Blood Eagle Gang's new stronghold?"
Mihail was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The new stronghold is in the south, near an abandoned mine. We conduct transactions there, not just organs, but more illegal businesses. You might think I can easily tell you these things, but you need to know that every step of the Blood Eagle Gang is meticulously planned, and destroying it will probably not be easy."
Lynn's heart quickened; he had finally obtained a crucial clue. He knew that the abandoned mine in the south might be the core location of the Blood Eagle Gang's new round of operations. If they could act quickly, they might be able to destroy this stronghold before the Blood Eagle Gang launched its next move.
"Good, Mihail, your cooperation will help us destroy the Blood Eagle Gang's plan," Lynn said, putting away his gun and signaling his other team members to prepare for action. "But if you try to lie, I'll personally send you to meet the King of Hell."
Mihail smiled, as if he had already anticipated all of this: "Are you ready to face the challenge? The Blood Eagle Gang is not just what you imagine. If you kill me, a new replacement will immediately appear, and you will not be able to control the upcoming battle at all."
Lynn did not respond, only gesturing for his team to prepare to withdraw. He knew that the most important thing now was to act before the Blood Eagle Gang and thwart their next plan. Although Mihail's warning was full of threats, he also knew that with each counterattack from the Blood Eagle Gang, they were getting closer to victory. A strong belief arose in Lynn's heart: no matter what danger he faced, he would not give up his determination to track down the Blood Eagle Gang.
"We are ready, Mihail. The coming battle will decide everything," Lynn said firmly.
Just as Lynn was about to lead his team away, he suddenly realized that the new stronghold Mihail had revealed might not just be a simple trading center, but more likely the Blood Eagle Gang's new command center. They had to act quickly to strike at the Blood Eagle Gang's foundation, completely destroying this dark force and preventing more innocent people from falling into its clutches.
Lynn took a deep breath, looking at Mihail's completely silent expression, his heart filled with urgency. Although the information Mihail had revealed was extremely important, Lynn did not intend to linger there. He knew that the Blood Eagle Gang's new stronghold could be a crucial point, and since Mihail had spoken, he had to seize this opportunity to act quickly, otherwise all their efforts might be in vain.
"Mark, get ready quickly, we're leaving immediately," Lynnsaid in a low voice, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. "We must strike them before the Blood Eagle Gangis prepared. The mine in the south is clearly their next key point, the sooner the better."
Mark nodded, quickly organizing his equipment and weapons, and followed Lynn out of the private room. Outside, it was still quiet, and a tense atmosphere seemed to permeate the air. Lynn knew that this operation was not simple, and every step could bring enormous risks. The Blood Eagle Gang had deep roots in this city, and the Mutants hidden in the shadows were almost their greatest threat.
When Lynn and Mark arrived at the operational vehicle, Lynn silently took out his phone and quickly contacted FBI Headquarters, informing them of the new action plan. The abandoned mine in the south was their next target to be destroyed. At the same time, Lynn vaguely felt that this place might hide a crisis far beyond their expectations.
On the way to the mine, Lynn's thoughts kept replaying the information Mihail had revealed. A mine, such a seemingly ordinary location, why would it become the Blood Eagle Gang's new command center? He knew that the Blood Eagle Gang's organization was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Aside from the illegal organ trade, there must be a more complex dark force controlling things behind the scenes. And these forces were the true core of the Blood Eagle Gang.
Mark sat in the driver's seat, occasionally glancing at Lynnin the rearview mirror, seemingly aware of how heavy his mood was at the moment: "How complicated do you think this operation will be?"
"The complexity is far beyond our imagination," Lynnreplied in a deep voice. "Mihail just told us that the Blood Eagle Gang's new stronghold is not just a trading center; it's very likely the core of their reorganization plan. If we can't completely destroy it, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Mark nodded and said nothing more. The atmosphere in the car fell into silence. Everyone knew that everything that followed might determine their victory or defeat.
After several hours of driving, Lynn and Mark finally arrived at their destination. This abandoned mine, located in the outskirts of Las Vegas, was far from the city's hustle and bustle, with not many buildings around, only a desolate piece of land. The perimeter of the mine was surrounded by high iron fences, and a police car was parked at the entrance, seemingly nothing unusual. Lynnfelt a hint of doubt; clearly, this place was not as hidden as he had imagined.
Their car slowly stopped outside the mine, and Lynnobserved the surroundings through the car window. He could see several guards patrolling the side of the mine, and the atmosphere seemed unusually tense. Lynnimmediately became alert. This place was clearly not an ordinary abandoned mine; certain details made him begin to suspect that this place might have been carefully arranged by the Blood Eagle Gang long ago.
"Mark, we can't just rush in," Lynn whispered. "I suspect this place has already been heavily fortified by the Blood Eagle Gang. We need to sneak in quietly."
Mark nodded, quickly got out of the car, and together with Lynn, put on night vision equipment, preparing to quietly infiltrate the mine. The two walked through the grass and abandoned buildings, approaching the mine's outer wall, and began to search for an entry point.
The air inside the mine was unusually silent, with almost no sound. As they went deeper, the surrounding guards gradually became denser. Lynn and Mark did not rush to act, but carefully avoided the patrol's sight, looking for a possible breakthrough.
Finally, they found a secluded entrance, hidden behind an abandoned building, surrounded by heavy iron doors and walls. Lynn and Mark carefully approached the entrance, used tools to open the lock, and quietly entered the mine.
The environment inside the mine was filled with an uneasy atmosphere, and Lynn's every step was extremely cautious. He knew that they would not only face members of the Blood Eagle Gang but also Mutants possibly hidden behind these dark forces. As they went deeper, the mine's structure began to become complex, with crisscrossing passages and dim lights, almost endless.
"This place is indeed not simple," Mark whispered, his gaze alert. "Looking at this layout, it seems like they're planning large-scale transactions or preparing some kind of operation."
"Exactly," Lynn replied. "We need to be fast, as fast as possible."
After walking for a few minutes, they finally arrived at the core area of the mine. This was a huge underground hall, filled with various machines and equipment, and the air was thick with the smell of metal. In the center of the hall, a huge long table was covered with documents and electronic devices, and several people in black suits sat around the table, conversing in low voices, clearly discussing some important matter.
Lynn and Mark quietly hid to one side, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation from a distance. A few minutes later, they heard some crucial information—
"Our plan has entered its final stage; the upcoming organ delivery must be carried out as quickly as possible," a man said in a low voice. "Although the police and FBI are cracking down on us, we have prepared for the next step and must transport these products out as soon as possible."
"We can't wait much longer," another man replied. "Once the plan begins, the FBI will be hot on our heels. We must clear all obstacles quickly; the Blood Eagle Gang's power cannot be weakened."
Lynn's heart jolted; he had finally obtained important information. Clearly, the Blood Eagle Gang was not just involved in organ trafficking; there was a larger plan being implemented behind the scenes, and they were prepared to counter the FBI's retaliation. What was more worrying was that this plan seemed to have entered its final stage, and its activation was only a matter of time.
Lynn and Mark exchanged glances, knowing they could no longer stay there. They quickly retreated to avoid alerting the other party, and at the same time decided to immediately report this information to Headquarters to organize more forces for the strike.
Just as they exited the mine, they unexpectedly encountered a Blood Eagle Gang Mutant. The person appeared behind them, quickly blocking their path. This Mutant was tall and incredibly strong, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"You've finally arrived," the Mutant said with a sneer. "The Blood Eagle Gang has been waiting for your arrival all along."
Lynn quickly drew his gun, preparing to counterattack, but the Mutant's speed was far beyond ordinary people, approaching Lynn and Mark almost instantly. Lynn knew the situation was extremely dangerous. He reacted quickly, pushing Mark away while cocking his gun and aiming at the Mutant.
A gunshot rang out, but the Mutant easily dodged it, then let out a low growl and lunged at them.
Lynn quickly adjusted his stance. He knew that the Mutant in front of him was not just an ordinary enemy but one of the Blood Eagle Gang's secret weapons. The Mutant's speed and strength surpassed the imagination of regular people, and every movement carried a deadly threat. Lynn took a deep breath, quickly assessed the situation, and prepared to respond. Mark also quickly stabilized his footing, ready to provide support.
As the Mutant lunged at Lynn, Lynn fired decisively, but every bullet was easily avoided by the opponent. As the Mutant approached, Lynn knew that if they continued like this, they would be in trouble. He quickly dodged into a nearby corner and shouted back to Mark, "Quick! We need to use strategy, not brute force!"
A flash of understanding appeared in Mark's eyes, and he reacted quickly. He knew that against such an enemy, the only chance of victory was to use cunning to break the opponent's advantage. He led Lynn to quickly hide behind a dilapidated wall, calmly analyzing the situation.
The Mutant seemed in no hurry to kill them, instead beginning to circle their hiding place, as if waiting for something. Lynn quickly deduced that the Mutant had not fully cornered them, but was preparing to use his abilities to launch a fatal blow at a certain moment.
"He must be waiting for the right moment," Lynnwhispered. "We can't wait any longer; we must counterattack when he lets his guard down."
"What do you have in mind?" Mark asked, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation.
Lynn quickly scanned the surroundings, his gaze settling on the equipment nearby. He noticed that some of the equipment in the mine looked unused, and some machines had an appearance very similar to experimental equipment. A bold idea instantly surged in Lynn's mind. He understood that if they could utilize the facilities in the mine, they might be able to make the Mutant lose his advantage.
"I'll distract him, Mark. Take the opportunity to activate that equipment," Lynn said, his eyes firm. "Once I control the situation, quickly use the equipment to activate the countermeasure against him, disrupting his senses."
Mark didn't ask any more questions, nodded, and quickly signaled to Lynn that he was ready. After exchanging a brief glance, the operation began.
Lynn suddenly stood up, quickly drew his gun, and fired at the Mutant. This gunshot broke the silence of the mine and disrupted the Mutant's pace. The Mutant immediately turned and lunged at Lynn, with astonishing speed. However, Lynn had already anticipated this, and at the critical moment, he immediately took the opportunity to use the surrounding walls and equipment as cover, quickly dodging away.