Chapter 291 Destroying the Fate of the Blood Eagle Gang
At the same time, Mark, taking advantage of the Mutant's attention being focused on Lynn, quickly ran towards a control device in the mine.
The device was clearly used to adjust the mine's power system and didn't look complicated, but it could disrupt the Mutant's perception and affect his speed and reactions by controlling the mine's power supply.
Mark pressed the button, and the entire mine's power system fluctuated instantly, with a strong Current rapidly transmitting through pipes to various areas.
The moment the Mutant perceived the change, his movements immediately became sluggish, as if restrained by some invisible force.
Lynn seized the opportunity to fire again; although these shots were not fatal, they were enough to make the Mutant feel intense discomfort.
The Mutant growled, beginning to twist his body, seemingly trying to break free from these sudden changes.
Lynn and Mark gave the Mutant no chance to breathe.
Lynn knew that if they didn't immediately and completely stop the opponent, they would face a more dangerous situation.
He quickly adjusted his tactics, using the mine's confined space and complex layout to constantly guide the Mutantinto traps.
He realized that only by utilizing this complex environment well could he better deal with such a formidable enemy.
As the Mutant's movements gradually slowed, Lynnfound an optimal opportunity.
He quickly lunged at the Mutant, whispering, "You're finished."
He abruptly grabbed the Mutant's wrist, using the momentum to throw the opponent towards the nearby electrical equipment.
The Mutant's body was strong and his strength astonishing, but this time he completely failed to anticipate Lynn's counterattack.
The moment the Mutant was thrown towards the electrical equipment, the Current quickly acted within his body, and the Mutant let out a scream, his body convulsing violently.
Lynn seized this opportunity, pinning the Mutant to the ground and completely restraining him using the terrain.
As the Mutant slowly stopped struggling, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Mark, saying, "We need stronger support.
Immediately send a request to Headquarters, and prepare to apprehend more core members."
Mark quickly took out his radio equipment and sent signals to FBI Headquarters and the local Police, informing them that they had captured a core member of the Blood Eagle Gang and requesting reinforcements.
They knew that although this operation had successfully controlled the Mutant, the power behind the Blood Eagle Gang was still formidable, and the next task would be the most difficult.
"We need to act quickly," Lynn said, "The Blood Eagle Gang's counterattack won't stop so easily; they will look for any opportunity to retaliate."
As reinforcements from Headquarters gradually arrived, Lynn and Mark led their team members in safely controlling the Mutant.
Although the Blood Eagle Gang's new Base was temporarily destroyed, this was only the first step of the battle.
Lynn understood that the real challenge had just begun.
Soon after, Lynn led the reinforcement team to continue a thorough search of the mine.
In the mine's Underground Room, they discovered a large quantity of organs illegally acquired by the Blood Eagle Gang and other items related to organ trafficking.
Even more shocking, they also found transaction documents linked to multiple international criminal organizations, proving that the Blood Eagle Gang had long developed this abandoned mine into a transnational organ smuggling center.
Lynn quickly reported this important discovery to Headquarters and collected all the evidence.
At the same time, Mark began to organize the scene, ensuring no crucial clues were missed.
"This is the true face of the Blood Eagle Gang," Lynnwhispered, "They are not just involved in organ trafficking; they are colluding with a larger criminal network for transnational illegal activities.
In the upcoming operations, we must proceed cautiously and not give them any chance to escape."
Mark was silent for a moment, then responded, "This time, we cannot let them go.
We cannot give these people any breathing room."
Lynn nodded, looking at the mountain of evidence before him, and took a deep breath.
Lynn knew that the Blood Eagle Gang's leader was always at the core of this battle.
While Mihail's confession provided important clues, the true leader of the Blood Eagle Gang remained the real mastermind behind everything.
Lynn did not relax after capturing Mihail; instead, he became even more aware that only by finding the Blood Eagle Gang's leader and defeating him in one fell swoop could this dark empire be completely destroyed.
After several days of careful study and data analysis, Lynn re-examined all the information about the Blood Eagle Gang, especially the details provided by Mihail.
He reviewed the documents previously seized from the Blood Eagle Gang, meticulously scrutinizing every piece of information to try and pinpoint the Blood Eagle Gangleader's hiding place.
His conversation with Mihail became a crucial clue; he mentioned that the Blood Eagle Gang had a larger flow of funds and overseas transactions behind it, and the center of these transactions was very likely where the leader was located.
"We must find the leader's exact location," Lynnwhispered, his eyes fixed on a map and a pile of documents, his brow furrowed as he rapidly analyzed various possibilities in his mind.
Although most of the Blood Eagle Gang's high-ranking members and operatives had been exposed, the leader had never appeared, which was undoubtedly Lynn's greatest concern.
Mark stood by, patiently waiting for Lynn's plan.
Lynn quickly organized the information, pointing to a hidden location on the map: "I suspect the Blood Eagle Gang's leader is hiding at this location.
It's an abandoned resort, deserted all around, but close to important transportation hubs.
I guess the leader must have a secret Base here."
Mark nodded: "It seems we need to act quickly.
If the Blood Eagle Gang's leader is really here, he will cause us trouble sooner or later.
We can't let him hide any longer."
"Yes," Lynn sighed, a tense feeling in his heart.
"However, this place is not as simple as it looks from the outside; all previous operations have shown that the Blood Eagle Gang's leader is extremely cautious, and he won't show himself easily.
We must proceed with caution."
Lynn began contacting Headquarters and the local Police, requesting an immediate raid to pinpoint the abandoned resort's location and confirm the Blood Eagle Gangleader's hiding place as soon as possible.
At the same time, he also contacted the Mutant task force, as the Blood Eagle Gang's leader likely had the help of Mutants, and such enemies were simply too difficult to deal with using conventional methods.
A few hours later, Lynn and Mark, with their team members, quietly approached the resort.
The environment around the resort matched Lynn's expectations; it was surrounded by dense woods, providing excellent concealment.
The resort had been abandoned for many years, but some high-end buildings still remained, faintly revealing their past luxury.
Lynn knew that this place had likely once been a secret Base used to hide high-level criminal activities, and the Blood Eagle Gang's leader might have set up his command center here.
"Are you ready?" Lynn whispered to Mark.
Mark took a deep breath, adjusted his gear, his eyes firm: "We've been waiting for this moment for a long time.
No matter how deep he hides, we have to drag him out."
Lynn and Mark, with their team members, quietly entered the outer perimeter of the resort, trying to avoid all surveillance systems and patrolling guards.
Lynn noticed that the resort's defense system was not as simple as rumored; although it appeared to have been abandoned for many years, in fact, there were still many high-tech surveillance facilities, and the entire resort was meticulously arranged to be watertight, simply not to be ignored.
As they approached the central area of the resort, Lynnsaw an unusual sight through his night vision device—within the main building area of the resort, a group of people were still active; these people were clearly not ordinary workers, but members of the Blood Eagle Gang.
They were nervously handling some documents and equipment, obviously preparing for some important operation.
Lynn frowned, a strong premonition forming in his mind that the Blood Eagle Gang's leader must be in this area.
"Target is clear," Lynn whispered, "We can't delay any longer; we must act."
They cautiously approached the target area until they were not far from the building, when Lynn gave his final instructions: "We will surround it from both sides, trying to avoid any noise.
Mark, you take your team members and attack from the east, and my team members and I will cut in from the west."
"Understood," Mark nodded, quickly dispersing with his team members.
Lynn and his team members quietly infiltrated the building, and as they went deeper, the surrounding atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Low whispers came from the end of the corridor; the Blood Eagle Gang members seemed to be discussing something, and from their conversation, Lynn heard a few key phrases: "The leader won't arrive until tonight, and all plans must be launched on time."
Lynn's heart stirred; sure enough, their target was the Blood Eagle Gang's leader.
Lynn and Mark exchanged glances, quickly making a decision.
"Move!" Lynn commanded in a low voice, and at his order, the team members quickly rushed forward.
The sudden attack caught the Blood Eagle Gangmembers off guard.
Lynn was the first to enter the room, his gun aimed at several gang members standing in the center of the room.
As he moved swiftly, several members quickly fell, but the core figure of the Blood Eagle Gang still did not appear.
The chaos in the room made Lynn even more vigilant, and he secretly speculated that the Blood Eagle Gang's leader was likely on the other side of the room, preparing for a final counterattack.
Just as Lynn was about to push further, a muffled sound came from deep within the room, and then the door was smashed open, and a figure quickly burst in.
Lynn abruptly raised his gun, but the person reacted quickly, precisely knocking Lynn's gun away, forcing him back a few steps.
"You finally found me," the newcomer said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Lynn clearly saw the opponent's face; it was a seemingly middle-aged but very robust man, his eyes revealing a profound coldness and authority.
It was the Blood Eagle Gang's leader, Sebastian Kyle.
"You are the leader of the Blood Eagle Gang?" Lynngripped his gun tightly, his tone calm, but his heart filled with vigilance.
Sebastian smiled slightly: "That's right, I am the leader of the Blood Eagle Gang.
Do you think you can destroy my empire by tracking down a few small fry?
You are too naive."
His words carried an undeniable deterrent force, "You found me, which is clever, but do you think you can easily end all of this?"
Lynn's heart tightened, understanding that this person in front of him was not so easy to deal with.
He remained calm, slowly retreating, "Today, our goal is to completely end the Blood Eagle Gang.
If you surrender now, perhaps you can still save your life."
"Surrender?" Sebastian chuckled lowly, "Do you think this can break my plan?
You are wrong.
My plan has already begun, and the Blood Eagle Gang is deeply rooted, having infiltrated places you cannot reach."
Before he finished speaking, Sebastian quickly counterattacked, waving his hand, and the Mutants in the room immediately began to act, their strength and speed far exceeding ordinary people.
Lynn and the team members fought back desperately, but the opponent was clearly prepared, and the Mutants' strength and speed made the situation even more dangerous.
"He's a Mutant!" Lynn exclaimed, quickly adjusting his tactics, "Everyone, be careful!"
A fierce confrontation erupted, and the Blood Eagle Gangmembers, under Sebastian's command, quickly counterattacked.
Lynn realized that this battle was far more complex than it seemed on the surface, and the inclusion of Mutants made everything even more complicated.
He knew that today's battle would determine the fate of the Blood Eagle Gang.
And the Blood Eagle Gang's leader, Sebastian Kyle, was clearly their biggest obstacle.
If he was not stopped quickly, the situation would completely spiral out of control.
"Keep pushing! Don't let him escape!" Lynn shouted, directing his team members to accelerate their actions and launch an even more fierce attack on Sebastian.
Intense gunfire echoed in the room, Lynn gripped his gun tightly, quickly looking for cover.
His heart pounded, but he remained calm, his eyes filled with determination.
The Blood Eagle Gang's leader, Sebastian Kyle, was clearly not an ordinary gang boss, but a powerful enemy with Mutant abilities, which made the battle even more complex and dangerous.
Lynn knew that this was not just a conventional raid, but a life-or-death struggle that would determine whether the Blood Eagle Gang's fate could be completely destroyed.
The Mutant's power rapidly worsened the situation.
Several extremely agile Mutants rushed towards Lynnand Mark, their speed so fast that Lynn could barely react.
Every shot was easily dodged, and every counterattack was instantly repelled by the opponent.
The Mutants were as swift as a storm, not only able to dodge bullets but also capable of pushing people into desperate situations with their superhuman strength and speed.
Mark fired his gun while scanning the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.
His nerves were highly tense, every shot accurately hitting the enemy, but facing these exceptionally powerful Mutants, he felt an unprecedented pressure.
He understood that the Blood Eagle Gang leader's coordination with these Mutants was a confrontation that ordinary combat could not compare to.
"Lynn, left!" Mark suddenly shouted, pointing to a Mutantrapidly rushing towards them.
Lynn reacted extremely quickly, swiftly turning and drawing his pistol with lightning speed, firing at the Mutant.
The bullet grazed the opponent's shoulder, and although it didn't hit a fatal spot, it temporarily threw him off balance.
Taking advantage of this brief opening, Lynn and Markquickly adjusted their positions and swiftly launched a suppressive attack on the Mutant.
Chapter 292: Escape from Justice
"It's time," Agent Lynn nodded, adjusting his firearm and equipment. "We'll initiate the control first, ensuring Branson can be brought back successfully. We cannot give these guys any more breathing room."
As the team moved, Agent Lynn and his team stealthily approached Branson's estate. The estate was heavily guarded, with high-tech surveillance equipment and patrolling bodyguards every few meters. Agent Lynnknew this operation had to be fast and precise; otherwise, if they alerted the personnel inside the estate, they might fall into a larger trap.
"I'll lead the team to breach from the east side. You and your team will surround from the west side. Be swift and precise, giving them no time to react," Agent Lynnordered in a low voice.
"Understood," Mark replied simply, then led his team towards the designated direction.
The team led by Agent Lynn quietly approached the east side of the estate, trying to find a breakthrough. Through night vision devices, they could clearly see the bodyguards' patrol routes in every corner. Almost every corner had security personnel, and Agent Lynn realized this raid had to be even more cautious; any slight mistake could expose their whereabouts.
Soon, under Agent Lynn's command, the team began a precise infiltration, silently approaching the main building of the estate step by step. There were two bodyguards at the estate's entrance, standing ramrod straight, seemingly unaware of anything unusual. Agent Lynn and the team kept a low profile, gradually approaching. Just as the two bodyguards inadvertently turned around, Agent Lynnswiftly directed his team to subdue them, making almost no sound. Then, he immediately reported to Mark via earpiece: "Target is ahead, begin advance."
Everything seemed to be going unusually smoothly, but as they were about to approach the main building of the estate, a sudden change made everyone tense. A burst of intense gunfire erupted from inside the estate, and with the sound of gunshots, the entire estate immediately became alert.
"They've found us," Agent Lynn whispered. "Quick! All personnel, enter alert status!"
Agent Lynn immediately directed his team to accelerate their movements, preparing to surround Branson from multiple exits of the main building. But at this moment, a large number of bodyguards suddenly rushed out from the other side of the estate. They were well-equipped, even with high-tech weapons, evidently prepared to guard against raids like Agent Lynn's. Agent Lynnrealized Branson was clearly prepared, knowing they would pursue him here.
"Quickly adjust formations! Prepare to meet the enemy's counterattack!" Agent Lynn commanded loudly, then led his team to quickly retreat to the side to avoid gunfire from both inside and outside the estate. He knew that at this moment, a fierce battle was unavoidable.
In Branson's estate, the bodyguards' reaction speed far exceeded general expectations. As the gunfire gradually increased, Agent Lynn and his team began to engage them in direct combat. Agent Lynn skillfully covered his team while observing the bodyguards' deployment. The enemy's tactics were very tight, each counterattack swift and deadly, and the combat atmosphere throughout the estate was extremely tense.
"Movement on the left!" a report came through the team's earpieces.
Agent Lynn sharply turned and saw an agile bodyguard attempting to break through from the left. He quickly issued an order: "Mark, lead your team to support the left immediately! My team and I will suppress the enemy here!"
"Understood!" Mark responded decisively, quickly leading his team to the left.
With the team's cooperation, Agent Lynn gradually brought the situation under control, but Branson's defenses were far stronger than imagined. Although their actions had maintained a high degree of stealth, the enemy had realized their target was Branson, and Branson must have already activated his final defensive measures.
"Stay calm, minimize casualties," Agent Lynn shouted to his team, quickly shifting their combat position. He knew that only by approaching Branson's hiding place could they truly end this battle.
But as more and more bodyguards joined the fight, Agent Lynn also began to feel increasing pressure. The enemies were not just ordinary security personnel but also specially trained assault teams, whose combat effectiveness far exceeded Agent Lynn and his team's expectations. Gunshots, explosions, and shouts echoed one after another, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the entire estate seemed to be plunged into chaos.
Finally, Agent Lynn led his team to successfully break through the outer defenses of the estate, approaching the main building. After a fierce exchange of fire, Agent Lynnled his team into Branson's hiding place. Just then, Branson himself appeared before them, his face filled with surprise and anger, clearly not expecting to be found by the FBI so quickly.
"You actually found this place so quickly?" Branson sneered, his eyes full of provocation and disdain. "Do you think I alone can withstand your entire FBI siege? You will never understand our true power."
Agent Lynn did not rush to answer but calmly stared at Branson: "Branson, you can't escape today. You think you can get away, and we'll let you go? The crimes you're involved in are enough to make you spend the rest of your life in prison."
Branson's eyes turned cold: "You can catch me, but you can never destroy me and everything behind me. All of this is just a fantasy of yours."
Just as Branson was about to resist, Agent Lynndecisively moved and subdued him. Although Branson fought with all his might, under the combined efforts of Agent Lynn and his team, he was finally subdued and handcuffed.
Although this raid was successful, Agent Lynn knew that it did not mean the Blood Eagle Gang was eradicated.
A few days later.
Agent Lynn and Mark went together to the target location, Harold Mills, a well-known medical magnate and one of the financial backers behind the Blood Eagle Gang. Mills had been providing "legal" cover for illegal organ trafficking through his hospitals and clinics, and his influence was enough to allow the Blood Eagle Gang to continue expanding its power globally. Agent Lynn and Mark had to bring him to justice as soon as possible and uncover all the dark secrets behind him and the Blood Eagle Gang.
Mills' residence was located in a luxurious residential area, with an elegant exterior, surrounded by green trees, and a courtyard as tranquil as a private garden. Agent Lynn noticed that beneath this surface tranquility, there was likely hidden danger. They chose a low-key approach, not wanting to alert him. Agent Lynn knew this operation had to be precise and swift, as Mills was not as actively resistant as Branson, but instead adopted a completely different strategy—using money and temptation to corrupt them.
"Are you ready?" Agent Lynn asked Mark, a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes.
Mark nodded: "Absolutely ready, but Mills' identity is too sensitive. He might not be as simple as Branson; we need to be careful."
"Exactly, our goal is to bring him back for interrogation," Agent Lynn said softly. "Whether he's willing or not, we need to get all the clues behind him."
The two quietly entered Mills' mansion through the back door. After a winding corridor, Agent Lynn and Markfinally arrived at Mills' private office. It was a room filled with high-tech equipment and private art collections, the environment luxurious, but Agent Lynn was not deceived by these external appearances. He immediately began to carefully observe his surroundings, looking for any clues that might expose Mills' criminal evidence.
"Mills didn't hire bodyguards?" Mark whispered, clearly somewhat confused. "How could such a wealthy man be so easily approached in his office?"
"He's clearly trying to deal with us in another way," Agent Lynn analyzed. "Mills isn't afraid of us catching him; instead, he's trying to make us yield through other means."
Just then, Mills walked in from a side door, a gentle smile on his face, seemingly unsurprised. Agent Lynn and Markimmediately became alert. Mills smiled and gestured for them to sit down: "Welcome, Agent Lynn, Agent Mark. It seems you've worked hard, having to cautiously avoid people to get to my place."
Agent Lynn's eyes were sharp, and he got straight to the point: "We're here to take you, Mills. You're involved in illegal organ trafficking, and you're the financial source behind the Blood Eagle Gang. Can you continue to evade this crime?"
Mills sat down, his smile still on his face, but his tone already carried a hint of confidence: "Lynn, your investigation is very insightful. I admit, there are indeed some connections between our company and the Blood Eagle Gang, but as you know, many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. Do you think catching me will solve the problem? My influence is far greater than you imagine. Moreover, what I can offer you is far more valuable than any evidence you currently possess."
Agent Lynn's gaze sharpened, realizing that Mills had decided to use money to corrupt their stance: "I don't need money; I need your cooperation. Exchange your cooperation for your freedom and the freedom of those behind you."
Mills remained unhurried. He picked up a thick folder from the table and slowly placed it in front of Agent Lynn: "You're very clever, Lynn. But have you considered making a different choice? Every time you take someone from us, have you considered the ultimate consequences? My friends are not just the Blood Eagle Gang. And what you want to deal with is not just me, but forces involving several countries. You seem successful, but I bet you don't even know who is controlling your destiny behind the scenes."
Agent Lynn stared at Mills, his brow slightly furrowed: "You think money can buy my loyalty? You're wrong. We fight for true justice and will not be intimidated by your threats."
Mills shook his head lightly: "Do you think I'm threatening you? No, I'm giving you an opportunity. You've pushed me to this point; I can't let you easily take me away. However, if you're willing to listen to me, I can help you solve some tricky things."
Agent Lynn felt a surge of unease. He knew Mills was no longer just a businessman but a ruthless player, keenly aware of how to manipulate situations and how to use his resources and influence to counter any opponent.
"You still think money can solve everything?" Agent Lynnsaid coldly. "Your words will only hasten your demise. Tell me the truth, or you will be locked in prison forever."
Just then, the smile on Mills' face deepened. He slowly stood up from his seat and began to walk around the table. "You are clever, but do you know that the true deciders of this game are those behind me, not you law enforcement officers. You can catch me, and you might even expose some scandals, but you can never touch the true forces behind it all. Your so-called justice will ultimately be erased."
Suddenly, Agent Lynn felt a movement behind him. He reacted extremely quickly, sharply turning around, but it was already too late. Just as he was about to counterattack, a gunshot broke the silence in the room. Agent Lynn's body jolted, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and he quickly stumbled back a few steps, instantly feeling intense numbness.
"Lynn!" Mark's shout came from behind him. He quickly lunged towards Agent Lynn, trying to check his injury.
Agent Lynn leaned against the wall, barely standing steady, his heart filled with anger and confusion. He looked back and saw standing at the door not any external intruder, but their own colleague—an FBI Agent, Chris. Chris looked at Agent Lynn coldly, still gripping his gun, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.
"You..." Agent Lynn gritted his teeth, anger and shock intertwined, looking at the betrayer in disbelief.
Chris sneered lightly: "Do you think you can really catch all criminals in one go? Your justice is just a joke." He put away his gun and walked towards Mills, his eyes filled with coldness and calculation.
"Chris, why did you do this?" Agent Lynn asked through gritted teeth, the flames of anger in his heart almost consuming him.
"Why?" Chris asked calmly. "Because you self-righteous law enforcement officers simply cannot understand the true rules of this game. Mills' power is far beyond what you can imagine. You destroyed the Blood Eagle Gang, but do you think that's the end? You are merely pawns on the chessboard of these powerful figures."
Agent Lynn's heart sank. All of this was like an unpredictable nightmare. Mills was not the only mastermind, and even Chris—his former colleague—was involved, betraying all of them. Agent Lynn knew that if they didn't uncover this complex network of relationships, he and Mark would fall into an even more dangerous situation.
Mark clenched his fist, clearly having seen through Chris's betrayal. He said coldly: "You will pay the price for your decision today, Chris. Do you think you can escape justice's pursuit like this?"
"Escape?" Chris sneered. "All you can do is catch a few small fish. You will never be able to touch these true powers."
Agent Lynn struggled to steady himself, trying not to let the wound affect him. He knew he needed to be calmer now. He used all his strength to stand up, his eyes resolute: "No matter how many forces are behind you, we will ultimately uncover the truth. No one can escape."
Chapter 293 Trust in Lin En
The next day, Detective Lynn and his subordinate, AgentMark, walked into the Manhattan FBI branch office, their steps hurried and quick.
The cold morning wind blew, and pedestrians on the street wrapped their coats tightly, hurrying past.
"Detective Lynn, you're back," the receptionist inside the branch smiled and greeted him.
Lin En nodded, returning a brief smile.
"Any new news?" he asked as he walked into the main office of the branch, with Mark following closely behind.
The atmosphere inside the branch was as busy as usual, with the footsteps of staff and the ringing of telephones intertwined, revealing a tense and urgent atmosphere everywhere.
Lin En walked towards his office, and Mark pushed open the office door, following closely behind.
"Please have a seat first," Lin En pointed to the chair in front of the desk.
Mark did not sit down immediately, but instead pulled out a latest report from his folder and handed it to Lin En.
"Another vicious assault occurred last night.
The victim was a female.
She was attacked on the streets of East Manhattan, suffering multiple stab wounds, but what was puzzling was that the attacker left no obvious traces whatsoever."
Lin En took the document, his brows slightly furrowed.
"You mean the killer left no clues?"
Mark nodded.
"Yes, there were no fingerprints at the scene, the blood was dry, and the source of the weapon could not be traced.
We suspect this incident is related to a Mutant."
Lin En's heart rate instantly accelerated.
Mutant, this word kept him constantly vigilant.
He had encountered several Mutant cases before, and almost every time they brought him immense pressure and trouble.
"Continue," Lin En said in a grave tone, staring at the victim's photo on the report, a premonition of ill omen rising in his heart.
"The victim's name is Emily Harris.
She is a young Nurse.
The incident occurred at night, and witnesses claimed she had a brief conflict with a man in black before being attacked.
But no one saw the man make a move."
Mark paused, seemingly searching for more clues, "We investigated the victim; she had no enemies and no contact with any criminal gangs.
The only clue is her workplace—a laboratory specializing in genetic mutations."
Lin En stared at the document in front of him, silent for a moment.
His gaze was no longer fixed on the paper, but pierced through it, returning to the scene of that Mutant attack several months ago.
He knew that Mutants never played by the rules; their power was uncontrollable, and once out of control, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"We need to go to the scene immediately to understand more about the situation," Lin En said firmly.
"Understood, Detective," Mark immediately stood up, ready to leave.
The two walked out of the office and embarked on their way to the crime scene.
Lin En walked, recalling the recent cases, each of which was inextricably linked to Mutants.
The cloud of doubt in his mind grew thicker; what secrets were hidden behind the Mutants?
On the way to the crime scene, Lin En and Mark barely spoke.
The city's scenery rapidly receded outside the window; Manhattan's streets were busy and crowded, and pedestrians seemed to be pushed by time, as if nothing could stop their pace.
But Lin En's heart felt as heavy as if it were pressed by a giant rock.
Upon arriving at the scene, Lin En and Mark quickly crossed the Police line and entered the crime scene.
The scene had been completely sealed off, and the Policewere doing the final cleanup work.
Lin En looked down at the ground; the dried bloodstains were particularly glaring under the dim streetlights.
A suppressive atmosphere permeated the surrounding air, as if every inch of air was filled with sadness and fear.
"This is the victim's escape route at the time," a Policeofficer walked over, pointing to several Marks on the ground.
Lin En squatted down, observing carefully.
The bloodstains and scuff Marks on the ground showed that the victim suffered great pain during her escape, but strangely, why didn't the killer catch up to her?
If the killer was a Mutant, with their speed and strength, they could have ended everything in a matter of seconds.
"Detective, do you think this is the work of a Mutant?" Mark asked softly.
"Possibly, but other possibilities cannot be ruled out," Lin En stood up, looking at the surroundings, "We need more evidence to find the connection between the victim and the laboratory and see if this case is related to those 'human experiments'."
The two continued to investigate the scene for about an hour until a Doctor in a White coat walked over.
She looked a bit flustered but still maintained professional composure.
"Detective Lynn, I am Emily's colleague, my name is Lily Winter," the Doctor introduced herself, "I knew she seemed to be in some trouble recently, so I wanted to find an opportunity to talk to her, but she refused my help."
Lin En turned around, staring into her eyes.
"What trouble did she encounter? Is it related to your research?"
Lily's face instantly turned pale.
"She once told me some strange things.
She felt she was being monitored and even suspected that there was some improper research in the laboratory.
But she didn't explain it very clearly, and I thought she was just overly nervous at the time."
"Do you know which laboratory she worked in?" Lin En continued to press.
"Of course, we work at the Bio-Gene Research Institute, where there's a lot of research on Mutants," Lily paused, seemingly hesitating whether to continue, "However, Emily's research direction has always been very special.
She studied the differences between Mutant genes and normal human genes, especially those genes that can significantly enhance physical abilities during the mutation process."
Lin En raised an eyebrow.
"So, you think Emily's research might have attracted some people who shouldn't be involved?"
"I'm not sure, but she did find some anomalies in certain research.
She recently seemed to have discovered something unusual, and even began to suspect that illegal gene manipulation might exist within the laboratory," Lily said, her voice low, "She seemed to know something we didn't want to know."
"Thank you, Lily," Lin En nodded, "We will continue to investigate.
You'd best keep a low profile for now and avoid getting involved."
Lily nodded, her face solemn.
She turned and left, disappearing into the crowd.
By the time Lin En walked out of the FBI building, night had fallen, and Manhattan's night sky was adorned with colorful neon lights like a captivating painting.
On the streets, the constant roar of cars and pedestrians filled the air; the busy city never truly rested.
Lin En looked at his wristwatch; it was already seven in the evening, and his stomach began to uncooperatively remind him that he should eat something.
Today's case, though seemingly without direct breakthroughs, every detail was enough to keep his nerves taut.
He looked up at the city's tall buildings, seemingly searching for a moment of peace.
"Lin En!" a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, breaking the quiet of his thoughts.
Lin En turned around to see Kate walking from the street corner; her pace was always so hurried, carrying the keen sense unique to a reporter.
Kate had brown curly hair and wore a simple black coat, always looking vibrant, with intelligent light twinkling in her eyes that could not be ignored.
"Kate, why are you out so late?" Lin En offered a smile, his gaze involuntarily sweeping over the notebook in her hand, guessing she must be here to interview him again.
Kate didn't respond directly but raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
"You're always so mysterious; every time a case ends, you immediately disappear.
Is there a new case?" she smiled playfully, seemingly accustomed to Lin En's calm demeanor, unwilling to say much.
Lin En paused slightly, his heart stirring.
Kate was a reporter; although he always tried his best to avoid discussing work with her, some things couldn't be hidden from her.
"Just some ordinary cases, nothing worth noting," he casually brushed her off, changing the subject, "Why are you free today?"
Kate clearly didn't believe him, but she didn't press further, just smiled.
"I just came from the editorial department; I haven't finished writing tomorrow's news draft, and I happen to have some free time today.
I might be able to help you investigate some things, even if it's just to get you to eat something and rest."
She paused, "You look very tired, Lin En, you really need to relax."
Lin En looked into her bright eyes; although he knew Kate was concerned about him, his unease made him hesitate.
"I'm fine, it's just that today's case is a bit tricky."
Kate didn't press further but reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Then let's go have dinner; give yourself a break," her voice was gentle yet carried a hint of undeniable persistence.
Lin En hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Alright, I'll have dinner with you tonight."
He knew that Kate's enthusiasm was sometimes hard to refuse, and besides, she was his friend, so having a meal and chatting was good.
The two walked into a small restaurant not far from the FBI building, a place Lin En and Kate frequented.
Though unassuming, the food was delicious, and the environment was relatively quiet, suitable for conversation.
They sat down, Kate ordered two simple dishes, and although Lin En didn't have much of an appetite, he still ordered a glass of Water.
They sat by the window, with the gradually flowing city lights outside, while the atmosphere inside was warm and tranquil.
"Do you know?" Kate suddenly broke the silence, "Today I interviewed a mysterious expert about Mutants.
That expert seemed to know a lot of things, even saying some things that made me uneasy."
Lin En's heart stirred, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.
"Expert? What did he say?"
Kate nodded, leaning closer and lowering her voice.
"He said that Mutant abilities are evolving in a way we cannot understand, and some Mutants cannot control their powers at all.
You know, lately, there have been more and more strange incidents in Manhattan, and I suspect this has a lot to do with Mutants."
Lin En's brows furrowed tightly, and an inexplicable sense of tension rose in his heart.
"Mutant? Are you overthinking it? What do these things have to do with the cases we're investigating?"
Kate gently shook her head.
"I know you don't like talking about these topics, but Lin En, you also know that in recent cases, there are always some inexplicable parts.
I know that as an FBI Detective, you can't express opinions casually, but I think, as your friend, I have to remind you.
You should pay more attention to these cases; perhaps some things truly are the work of Mutants."
Lin En took a deep breath, looking at the night view outside the window.
He knew that what Kate said was not baseless; Mutantincidents were indeed increasing, and there were too many suspicious points in these cases.
If this case was truly related to Mutants, then they would face an even more complex struggle.
"Kate, are you starting to believe in Mutants too?" Lin En asked softly.
Kate didn't answer immediately but lowered her head and thought for a moment.
"To be honest, I don't know either.
But these cases have gone beyond our normal understanding.
If it really is Mutants, then we need more information, more evidence."
Lin En was silent for a while, finally nodding.
"I will do my best to investigate."
"I know you won't miss any detail," Kate smiled slightly, her eyes full of trust in Lin En.
The two continued to eat, Kate occasionally discussing work-related matters with Lin En, but Lin En's mind had already drifted.
He would occasionally recall that laboratory, that strange genetic research, and even Emily's death.
His intuition told him that Kate's concerns were valid, and none of this was a coincidence.
After dinner, the two walked out of the restaurant together, Kate still insisting on walking Lin En home.
"You really look exhausted today; go home and get some good rest.
Tomorrow, don't let work overwhelm you again."
Lin En smiled at Kate, "Thank you for your concern, I know."
He turned to walk into his apartment building but heard Kate softly say, "Lin En, remember to tell me everything.
I will help you investigate; tell me whenever you need help."
Lin En stopped, turned back to look at Kate's serious eyes, and felt a warmth in his heart.
Although he didn't want Kate to get involved, her persistence made him realize that some things, perhaps, truly couldn't be borne alone.
"Okay, Kate.
Thank you," Lin En responded softly.
Kate nodded, watched Lin En walk into the building, and only turned to leave after he disappeared from her sight.
After Kate returned home, she took off her coat and hung it on the door.
She leaned on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the hazy night sky outside the window, her mind still lingering on her conversation with Lin En.
Although Lin En never liked talking about Mutants, Kate knew he must understand her intuition about the cases, especially now that more and more strange incidents made her unable to ignore those possible connections.
She took out her phone from her bag, scrolling through last night's interview notes and some information about the laboratory, but that vague thought kept lingering in her mind: Mutant.
Chapter 294 The Injury is Too Serious
Just as she tried to refocus on the documents in her hand, a sudden loud bang came from a distant block, shaking the entire building. Kate instinctively sprang up from the sofa, her heart rate accelerating sharply. The sound of the explosion was jarring enough to almost make her eardrums vibrate.
She rushed to the window, pulled back the curtains, and saw a huge ball of Fire in the distant skyline, illuminating the entire block. Then, thick smoke quickly rose, almost obscuring the entire night sky. Kate's eyes widened, and a wave of worry instantly enveloped her. She knew that such a violent explosion was no ordinary accident.
"What is this?" Kate mumbled to herself, her brows tightly furrowed. What she saw from the window was a smoke-filled Fire, and the crowd below seemed to be evacuating, but the road was still obscured by smoke, making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.
She immediately rushed to the door, put on her coat, grabbed her car keys, and ran out without hesitation. She knew that as a reporter, this was her responsibility, but more than that, it was an intuition—this explosion would not be just an ordinary accident, or perhaps, it was related to the case she had been investigating. She quickly started her car and sped away from her apartment, heading towards the site of the explosion.
On the street outside the car window, the lights flashed by quickly, and Kate's heart rate gradually accelerated. She wasn't sure why she was so fixated on this explosion, perhaps because it happened in the busiest area of Manhattan, or perhaps because her intuition told her that it was all related to the Mutant case. Kate didn't give herself much time to think; her car speed had already begun to exceed the normal limit, heading straight for the source of that Fire.
When she finally arrived at the explosion site, it was more than ten minutes later. The Police and firefighters had already arrived, and there were already many people gathered on the street, with the cordon in the safe zone clearly visible. Kate parked her car in a corner further away from the incident site, quickly got out, locked the car door, and then rushed to the scene. The Police were setting up a cordon, and the situation was clearly quite complex.
"Stop! No approaching!" A Police officer saw Kate approaching quickly and immediately held out his hand to stop her.
Kate composed herself, raised her press card, and showed it to the officer. "I'm a reporter for The Manhattan Daily, and I need to understand the situation."
The Police officer hesitated, still watching her warily. "No one is allowed to enter now unless you have special permission."
Kate's eyes widened, and a sense of urgency rose in her heart. She knew that a press pass alone might not be enough to break through the cordon, but she wouldn't give up. "I understand, but if you tell me what happened, I will make sure my report is beneficial to the public." She knew the Police were just doing their job, but now she needed to get more information quickly.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Kate recognized the person—it was Lynn. He was wearing a black trench coat, standing outside the cordon, his face grave, clearly having just arrived at the scene.
"Lynn!" Kate rushed forward, almost immediately standing beside him. "What happened?"
Lynn looked at her and frowned. "Kate, don't get too close. The situation here is beyond your imagination."
"Tell me what happened." Kate looked directly into Lynn's eyes, her tone firm.
Lynn hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "I don't know the details either. The explosion happened a few minutes ago, at an old residential building. We can't enter it now, but from the outside, the explosion was quite powerful, and at least several people have been injured. The specific casualties are still being confirmed."
Kate's heart pounded, but she didn't stop her questions. "Are there any signs that it was man-made?"
Lynn took a deep breath, looking at the thick smoke, his eyes full of doubt. "We just received an initial report that the explosion was not due to an electrical fault or a natural gas leak. What's even stranger is that the explosion point inside the building doesn't seem random. Preliminary judgment suggests it's likely targeting a specific objective."
Kate's intuition told her that this couldn't be a simple random attack, especially when Lynn mentioned a specific target, the problem became even more complex. She looked at Lynn, her eyes not leaving him. "Mutant? Do you think it's related to them?"
Lynn's eyes became even more complex. "Everything is under investigation now, but we can't rule out that possibility." After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed a corner in the distance, where several people seemed to be discussing something anxiously, their expressions tense.
Kate's heart stirred, and she pressed on: "So, do you have any new developments?"
Lynn hesitated, his gaze drifting towards the direction of the explosion site. "We just received an anonymous tip that it might be related to an underground experiment. The explosion site used to be a private laboratory, a hidden location for some illegal genetic research." He added in a low voice, "And these experiments are very likely to involve Mutant abilities."
Kate's body trembled slightly, and the doubts in her heart became clearer. Thoughts of those genetic mutation experiments and the rumors she had heard about Mutantpowers gradually spiraling out of control instantly flashed through her mind. Her reporter's instincts began to heat up rapidly; all of this seemed to align with her previous investigations.
"Secrets of the laboratory? What kind of experiment is this exactly?" Kate asked.
Lynn was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Currently, we don't have concrete evidence, but these secret experiments may be related to certain unidentified individuals. Those people are clearly very interested in Mutant research, and they will stop at nothing." He pointed in the direction of the explosion, "This explosion might be evidence that some people want to eliminate."
Kate's mind began to race. She knew that a huge conspiracy must be hidden behind this, and she, perhaps, could uncover the truth. "We need more clues." She said, "If this is truly a violent incident caused by Mutants, then more similar incidents might occur in the future."
Lynn gazed at Kate, a complex emotion in his eyes. "Kate, it's best if you don't get involved in this case anymore." His tone was heavy, as if he was warning her.
Kate did not back down; instead, she strengthened her resolve. "I know what I'm doing, Lynn. You don't have to worry, I can handle it." She looked at the explosion scene before her, thoughts of Mutants, laboratories, and that uncontrollable power constantly flashing through her mind.
Lynn left the explosion scene, Kate's words and the information he had just obtained echoing in his mind. The night in Manhattan was foggy, and the streetlights on both sides of the road emitted a dim yellow light, illuminating the hurried pedestrians. Car horns blared one after another, and the busyness of the streets seemed endless. Although the street appeared normal, Lynn felt an indescribable unease in his heart.
There was still no substantial breakthrough in the clues behind the explosion, yet he knew that certain unknown secrets must be hidden behind it, and those secrets were closely related to Mutants, and even to those uncontrollable genetic experiments. His car slowly moved along the city streets, the scenery outside the window flashing by like flickering images. Lynn's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Although he tried to remain calm, the unease in his heart became increasingly uncontrollable.
The car drove into a narrow alley, and the surrounding buildings became denser. Suddenly, a violent gunshot echoed from ahead, breaking the surrounding silence. Lynn instinctively slammed on the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt. The gunshot reverberated through the alley, as if tearing through the tranquility of the night. Lynn instantly pulled open the car door, his heart racing. He knew he was once again in a life-threatening situation.
He didn't think much, quickly pulled out his pistol, and rushed towards the direction of the gunshot. The dim light in the alley made it impossible for him to see what was ahead, but his ears caught the sound of hurried footsteps and another man's low curse. Clearly, the shooting that just occurred was a quick violent incident, but the perpetrator had already fled the scene.
Lynn reached the end of the alley, where a man lay on the ground, blood already spreading, staining the dilapidated street. The man's face was pale, his hands tightly clutching his chest, clearly seriously injured. Lynn bent down to check, his heart suddenly accelerating. The wound was not large, but it was clearly fatal. The man seemed to have lost consciousness, and the air was filled with the strong smell of blood.
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the Police. "This is the FBI, there's been a shooting, the injured person needs emergency treatment, please send an ambulance and support personnel immediately."
The voice on the other end of the line quickly responded, stating that support had been arranged. But Lynn knew that time was crucial, and he had to ensure the injured person received some emergency treatment before the paramedics arrived. He felt the injured person's pulse and frowned slightly. This person was still alive, but in critical condition.
Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly heard a hurried footsteps approaching. Lynn alertly looked up and immediately pointed his gun at the source of the sound. A man in a black trench coat appeared at the alley entrance, his face showing tension and anxiety. Lynn's gaze lingered on him for a few seconds; his intuition told him that this person might be related to the shooting that had just occurred.
"Who are you? Stop!" Lynn snapped, his gun still pointed at the man.
The man's face instantly turned pale; he clearly hadn't expected anyone to be waiting there. After a moment of hesitation, the man turned to run. Lynn chased after him without hesitation, his footsteps echoing in the empty alley. As the man fled, Lynn's anger grew even stronger—this person couldn't be innocent; he had to pay for tonight's shooting.
The two ran through the narrow alley, sprinting quickly. The man clearly had an advantage in speed, but Lynn, relying on his long training, quickly closed the distance between them. Just as the man turned a sharp corner, Lynn finally caught up, grabbed the man's collar, and slammed him to the ground.
"What are you running from?" Lynn hissed, panting, staring at the man on the ground, the muzzle of his gun pressed against his chest. The man's face was contorted in pain; he had clearly fallen hard. He opened his mouth, but his throat was clearly compressed, unable to make a sound.
"Don't pretend!" Lynn snapped, "Tell me, who are you? Why did you shoot?"
The man's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He gasped, seemingly wanting to struggle but powerless. "I... I had no choice... They... they made me do it..." His voice trembled, as if he was struggling to squeeze out more words, but he couldn't continue.
"Who are 'they'?" Lynn did not relax his guard, still staring intently into the man's eyes. "Why did you shoot?"
The man's gaze began to wander, as if he was struggling whether to continue speaking. "I just... I was just following orders..." His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, but Lynn could still catch the fear in it. "They made me... eliminate those who knew too much, couldn't let the truth be exposed..."
"Truth?" Lynn's heart began to pound, all the clues seemed to connect at this moment. "Who are 'they' you're talking about? What exactly did you do?"
The man's eyes became increasingly dazed, as if he no longer had the strength to continue answering. Just as Lynn was about to press further, a Police siren sounded in the distance, clearly indicating that backup officers had arrived.
"Don't move!" Lynn warned, quickly pulling out handcuffs and cuffing the man, "Wait to be interrogated."
With the arrival of the Police, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became grim. Lynn stepped aside, handing the situation over to the arriving Police. "He's the suspect, he just shot someone here." He said simply, then turned and walked towards the victim.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and paramedics began to provide emergency treatment to the injured person. Lynndid not stop, continuing to check on the fallen man. His injuries were still very serious, but he was still struggling, clearly not wanting to die.
"Quick, save him!" Lynn almost commanded the paramedics. Those medical personnel quickly moved, beginning on-site first aid.
A complex emotion flashed in Lynn's eyes.
Just then, Kate's figure appeared in the crowd. She quickly walked to Lynn's side, her gaze fixed on the injured person on the ground. "What happened? Is it Mutants again?" Her voice carried urgency and confusion.
Lynn shook his head, taking a deep breath. "I don't know, but I have a feeling that more will happen next. All of this is developing in an unpredictable direction." He said in a low voice, his eyes filled with deep doubt and unease.
Lynn stood by the ambulance, his gaze fixed on the man who had been pronounced dead. Although the paramedics had done their best, the injured person's injuries were clearly too severe, and the rescue was ineffective. The fatal bullet had directly hit a vital spot, and in just a few minutes, life had quietly slipped away in a pool of blood.
Kate beside him still looked at him nervously. "Lynn, what's going on? How are you feeling?" Her voice was low, her gaze never leaving the body that was already covered with a White sheet.
Chapter 295 Large-Scale Criminal Activities
Lynn did not answer immediately, but walked to the car window next to him, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
His gaze sometimes fell on the deceased's body, and sometimes looked at the surrounding Police.
Although the situation in front of him was chaotic, he knew that this was just the beginning, and more mysteries awaited him to solve.
The call connected, and it was Mark's voice.
"Lynn, we have collected all the evidence at the scene, and the identity of the deceased has been confirmed.
He is a 30-year-old male named Joseph Harris, who lived alone in the northern part of the city.
As for work, he was a truck driver for 'Pioneer Transport Company'.
Our initial investigation found that his work was stable and seemed to have nothing too noteworthy."
"Did he have any enemies?" Lynn's tone was flat, but every word carried a heavy pressure.
Mark was silent for a few seconds, then replied: "Currently, no direct records of enemies have been found.
According to the information we have, Harris lived a quiet life, and his colleagues at the company all called him a very low-key person.
Except for occasional work disputes, he did not seem to have any obvious conflicts with anyone."
Detective Lynn frowned, his heart full of doubts.
It was too unusual for an ordinary truck driver with a stable job to be suddenly shot in the middle of the night.
He did not say anything more to Mark, hung up the phone, and turned to Kate, saying: "I need to check his situation at the company and understand his interpersonal relationships.
Maybe I can find some useful clues."
Kate nodded, obviously knowing the seriousness of the matter.
"Then I'll go with you.
I just happen to want to do an in-depth report on more details of this case, and maybe you can get some new information from those colleagues."
Detective Lynn hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Alright, but you'd best keep a low profile and not let outsiders know your identity."
Kate naturally agreed; her professional sensitivity made her understand that the more complex a case was, the less she could rashly reveal her identity.
The two drove to 'Pioneer Transport Company'.
Along the way, Detective Lynn was heavy-hearted, his gaze always fixed on the window.
Although the surface of the case did not seem to have many clues, he knew that every detail could be a breakthrough.
He was unwilling to miss any tiny clue; after all, he never believed in superficial calmness.
Upon arriving at the company, the streets were still bustling with people at night, but it was exceptionally quiet only at the entrance of the transport company.
There was a security guard at the company entrance, who, seeing Detective Lynn and Kate's car approaching, walked forward vigilantly.
"Who are you…?" The security guard looked at DetectiveLynn, his tone a little hesitant.
Detective Lynn showed his ID, "I am a Detective from the FBI, here to investigate the case of Joseph Harris.
May I come in and understand the situation?"
A trace of vigilance flashed in the security guard's eyes, but after seeing the ID, he finally nodded, "Please wait a moment, I will notify the company manager."
Soon, the company manager, a middle-aged man, walked out quickly.
He looked about forty years old, wearing a simple suit, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"Detective Lynn, I am Jason Phelps, the manager of this transport company.
I heard about Joseph's death, and it's truly shocking."
Detective Lynn did not stand on ceremony and went straight to the point, "I need to understand Joseph Harris's situation.
Can you tell me how he performed at the company?"
Jason's expression became even heavier.
"Joseph was an ordinary driver at our company; he always worked hard and had no bad records.
As a driver, he always completed tasks on time, and both customers and colleagues spoke highly of him." He paused, as if recalling something, "However, he seemed a bit down in the past few months, sometimes disappearing suddenly, and even once took a long leave, saying there were some family matters."
"Family?" Detective Lynn immediately caught the key point of this sentence, "Do you know what happened to his family?"
Jason was clearly a bit embarrassed, "This… I'm not clear.
He didn't explain it to me in detail, only once I happened to hear him mention that it seemed to be his parents' health issues.
Other than that, he didn't mention anything about his family to me or other colleagues."
Kate, listening to this, quietly took notes.
She knew that this seemingly simple information might unveil a part of the case.
Detective Lynn then asked, "Can you give me the contact information for Joseph's colleagues and friends?
I need their help."
Jason nodded, then provided a list of some of Joseph's colleagues and their contact information.
"I hope you can find the truth as soon as possible.
Joseph was a good person; he shouldn't have died so unjustly."
Detective Lynn briefly thanked Jason, then left the company with Kate and began contacting Joseph's colleagues one by one.
Through their descriptions, Detective Lynn learned that although Joseph was not particularly outgoing, he had good relationships at the company and had not had any intense disputes with any colleagues.
The only minor conflicts seemed to be just some friction at work, and some disagreements with other drivers at the company.
As Kate interviewed further, she learned that Joseph had experienced several emotional fluctuations recently, especially his parents' health issues, which had always bothered him.
Kate also learned that Joseph had taken a long leave from the company but had not disclosed the reason.
Just then, Kate's phone suddenly rang.
She answered the call; on the other end was one of her informants.
She spoke in a low voice with the other party for a few sentences, then hung up the phone.
"Lynn, I just received news that Joseph might be involved in some illegal cargo transport.
It might be his parents' health problems that got him into trouble."
A trace of doubt flashed in Detective Lynn's eyes, "Illegal cargo transport?"
Kate nodded, "Yes, someone heard about some of his unexplained income, and even a few transactions related to the black market.
Do you think he might have become a target because of some improper transactions?"
Detective Lynn was silent for a while, then finally made a decision.
"We must find more evidence to confirm these speculations.
I think Joseph's death is not just a simple shooting case; there must be more truths behind it that we have not yet uncovered."
The next day, Detective Lynn arrived at the FBI office early in the morning.
He sat at his desk with a heavy heart, opening Joseph Harris's driving records.
Although yesterday's investigation uncovered some clues, these clues were too scattered to present a clear picture of the truth of the case.
Detective Lynn knew that he had to find more evidence, especially those untold secrets that might be hidden behind Joseph's daily work.
He opened his computer and entered Joseph's driving records during his time at the company.
The data page quickly popped up, with columns of transport routes, departure times, arrival times, and even the type of cargo for each trip.
These data seemed simple, but in Detective Lynn's eyes, they gradually formed a vast network.
As he browsed through them one by one, his brows furrowed tighter.
Detective Lynn particularly noticed that Joseph's multiple transport records had significant discrepancies.
His transport routes deviated from the normal routes more than once, especially during his so-called "personal leave".
These abnormal records raised questions in DetectiveLynn's mind.
Normal transport should strictly follow the prescribed routes, and Joseph's deviations from these routes were clearly not accidental.
He carefully examined several of the particularly unusual routes.
One time, last month, Joseph's transport route drove directly from the normal delivery location to a remote warehouse in the suburbs of Manhattan, and this warehouse was not marked as a legal delivery location in the transport company's records.
Looking at several similar records, Joseph always bypassed the company's required routes in these transport tasks, going to unknown locations, and even twice delivering at deep night.
Detective Lynn's intuition told him that these were likely not ordinary work errors, but involved some covert activities.
Detective Lynn dialed Mark's phone, "Mark, can you help me retrieve the details of Joseph's transport tasks over the past few months?
I want to find out what is hidden behind these deviated routes."
"Understood, I'll handle it immediately." Mark's voice came from the phone, followed by several keyboard clicks.
Detective Lynn leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed, his brows tightly furrowed.
He felt more and more that Joseph's death was not a simple accident.
If he was just an ordinary driver, why would he privately deviate from the transport route in the middle of the night?
Moreover, from his records, this was not the first time it had happened.
Perhaps Joseph was involved in some illegal activities, or even some kind of criminal network; all these clues were pointing to a more complex mystery.
Less than ten minutes later, Mark called back, "Lynn, I found it.
In addition to the abnormal routes you mentioned, I also found that Joseph was responsible for transporting a batch of 'special materials' a few months ago.
The specific contents of these materials were not recorded, and there were no relevant official documents." Mark's tone was a bit solemn, "Moreover, the destination of that batch of goods did not go through the normal transport review process."
Detective Lynn's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Special materials? Are you saying he once transported illegal goods?"
Mark was silent for a while, then replied: "I can't be sure, but I found a company called 'Wall Street Freight'.
This company has no records showing it is a legitimate cargo transport company, but it has had multiple intersections with Joseph's transport routes.
I will investigate the background of this company further."
Hearing this, Detective Lynn's mind already began to conjure more and more possibilities.
"Okay, Mark, keep following up.
I want to know more details about 'Wall Street Freight'." Detective Lynn hung up the phone, and a bold guess suddenly formed in his mind.
Joseph might have been involved in an underground transport network, a network that not only involved smuggling but might even be linked to larger criminal activities.
Suddenly, Detective Lynn's phone vibrated; it was a message from Kate.
Detective Lynn opened his phone and saw that Kate had sent him a voice message.
"Lynn, I just contacted some of Joseph's friends and got some very interesting news.
He once mentioned a person named 'Mark Scott', who seemed to be someone he had been frequently in contact with recently.
It sounds like he might be one of Joseph's trading partners.
This 'Mark' seems to have some background in the transport circle; I'm currently looking for his information."
Detective Lynn looked at his phone screen, his doubts deepening.
"Kate, give me more details; I need to know Mark Scott's background."
Kate quickly replied: "Okay, I'm continuing to search for his information.
Wait for my news."
Detective Lynn leaned back in his chair, rubbing his Sun.
He knew that Kate's investigation might bring some breakthroughs, especially concerning insider transactions and unknown connections.
Moreover, the name Mark Scott seemed not simple; if what Kate said was true, Joseph's death might involve an entire complex criminal network.
A few minutes later, Mark called back.
"Lynn, I found some information about 'Wall Street Freight'.
This company is registered in the suburbs of Manhattan.
On the surface, it's an ordinary cargo transport company, but after I investigated further, I found that it does not have a legal transport license.
More importantly, it has handled several large transactions in the past few months, and all transactions had no formal documents or transport agreements, completely belonging to illegal transport."
"Illegal transport?" Detective Lynn's voice suddenly rose a few pitches.
"Then can it be confirmed that this company is related to certain black market transactions?"
"Possibly," Mark replied, "and this company seems to have an extremely complex underground network, involving smuggling, drug transport, and illegal arms dealing.
I am continuing to dig into their information."
Detective Lynn took a deep breath, and a terrible picture gradually pieced together in his mind.
Joseph had played some role in this gray chain; he was clearly caught in an inescapable transaction.
And behind these transactions lay a huge criminal network.
"Okay, Mark, we need more detailed information," Detective Lynn said in a deep voice, "I've decided to personally go to 'Wall Street Freight' to investigate.
Maybe I'll find something."
After hanging up the phone, Detective Lynn knew time was short.
Kate had just sent a message; she had already found some basic information about Mark Scott, and the next step was to uncover his true identity.
He quickly organized his materials and immediately got up to prepare to go to 'Wall Street Freight'.
As he walked out of the FBI building, Kate's call came in again.
"Lynn, I found some information about Mark Scott.
He is a person who has been involved in multiple illegal transport cases.
In the past few years, his name has appeared in several smuggling cases.
His reputation in the industry is not very good, and he is clearly connected to some large-scale criminal activities."
Detective Lynn held his phone, his gaze firm.
"Thank you, Kate.
Now, I'm going to 'Wall Street Freight' to see if I can find more clues there.
You follow up on Mark Scott and see if you can track his whereabouts."
"Understood, Lynn.
I will continue to investigate." Kate's tone was full of confidence.
Chapter 296: Uncovering the Mystery
Lynn gripped his phone tightly, his mind filled with doubts.
He quickly collected his thoughts, deciding not to waste any more time and immediately headed to Wall Street Freight.
The clue provided by Jane made Lynn realize that Mark Scott was not simple, no matter what.
He had just learned from his investigation results that Scott seemed to be involved in multiple illegal transactions, and he had previously participated in cases suspected of being related to Mutant abilities.
The unease welling up in his heart made Lynn quicken his pace.
At this moment, his gaze was no longer just about investigating a simple criminal case, but was tied to a larger conspiracy.
As the car drove through the busy streets of Manhattan, Lynn occasionally checked his phone, ensuring he wouldn't miss any important information.
Finally, he arrived at his destination—Wall Street Freight's old warehouse located in the suburbs.
This area appeared quite desolate, with most of the surrounding industrial buildings lacking modern renovations, and the empty streets made him feel uneasy.
Lynn stopped the car, gently pushed open the door, and warily looked around.
He knew that he was closing in on the center of the mystery, and everything that followed would depend on whether he could find strong evidence.
Whether for justice or to uncover the truth of this vast network, he had to act carefully.
He walked into the warehouse; there were no obvious Guards or security at the entrance, and the surroundings were unusually quiet.
Lynn tightened his grip on his pistol and slowly advanced along the passage, his gaze fixed on the several Shadows inside the warehouse.
No one made a sound, but he vaguely felt that some people were watching his every move.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the warehouse entrance, and Lynn's heart rate instantly accelerated.
He quickly hid behind a stack of wooden crates, waiting quietly.
The footsteps got closer and closer, finally stopping.
Lynn held his breath, his hand on the gun grip, ready to respond to any sudden situation.
"What do you want with me, Lynn?" a deep voice came from the shadows.
Lynn raised an eyebrow, immediately recognizing that this was Mark Scott, the man he had been searching for.
He slowly walked out from behind the boxes, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.
Scott was wearing a black trench coat, with a playful smile on his face.
Lynn knew that things would not be so simple from now on.
"What is your connection to these illegal transactions?" Lynn asked without hesitation, his tone cold.
Scott's smile didn't change; he seemed to have known Lynn would find him here.
"You've investigated very thoroughly this time, Lynn," Scott's lips curved slightly upward, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, "but, I'm sorry, you won't have a chance to take me today."
Before he finished speaking, Scott suddenly retreated quickly, his footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse.
Lynn's heart pounded; he realized that Scott no longer intended to hide his intentions.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn immediately drew his gun, ready to stop Scott's actions.
However, Scott's speed far exceeded Lynn's expectations; he quickly disappeared into the shadows.
Lynn barely reacted before he heard a violent rush of wind, and Scott had vanished from his sight.
When Lynn turned around, Scott's figure reappeared, but this time, he was standing behind Lynn.
"Did you think I would let you catch me easily?" Scott's voice was low and menacing.
Lynn spun around abruptly, only to see Scott wave his hand lightly, and a powerful force field suddenly emerged in the air.
Lynn felt an irresistible force push him away; his body instantly lost balance, staggering back several steps.
The gun was knocked from his hand, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
Scott chuckled, a dangerous glint in his eyes that could not be ignored.
"Did you think I was an ordinary person?" he slowly began, a hint of confidence on his face.
Lynn's heart pounded; he quickly stabilized his body, his gaze fixed on Scott, calmly considering his next move.
"You're a Mutant," Lynn finally understood the key from Scott's words.
Scott didn't deny it, instead raising an eyebrow and showing a provocative smile.
"You're smart, Lynn, but you're too late.
You know too much; you can't leave here."
Lynn took a deep breath; although facing a Mutant, he remained calm.
A Mutant's abilities should not be underestimated, but as an FBI Detective, he was accustomed to facing all kinds of dangers.
At this moment, he needed to find a way to counter Scott's abilities.
Scott's eyes flashed; he suddenly stretched out his hand, and the air changed again.
Lynn only saw a strong energy fluctuation rushing towards him, a force that almost made it difficult for him to breathe.
Lynn quickly dodged, but was still knocked over by the powerful energy fluctuation, falling to the ground.
He quickly stood up, realizing that Scott's abilities far exceeded his imagination.
He barely had time to react; Scott waved his hand again, and a strong, storm-like current of air swept over, quickly surrounding Lynn.
Lynn struggled with all his might, but felt a powerful suction pulling him into the air; his feet left the ground, and his body was forced to float in mid-air.
Just as he was about to lose control, Scott suddenly exerted force, slamming Lynn hard to the ground.
The violent impact caused a strong pain in Lynn's body instantly, but he still didn't give up, enduring the pain to get up from the ground.
He knew he couldn't easily fail here.
Lynn gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm.
"Do you think you can defeat me?" Scott sneered, a look of disdain in his eyes, "You simply cannot comprehend my power."
Lynn endured the pain throughout his body, his gaze still firm.
"What you can do, I can do too," he said, his eyes sharp.
Although he was severely injured, he still had no intention of giving up the fight.
Scott raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by Lynn's tenacity.
He didn't attack immediately, but watched him with interest.
Lynn's heart pounded; he knew this was his last chance.
The moment Scott slightly lowered his Guard, Lynnsuddenly exerted force, rushing quickly towards the gun on the ground.
He lunged forward with all his might, grabbing the gun back into his hand.
Scott clearly hadn't expected this; although he reacted quickly, he still couldn't completely stop Lynn's action.
Lynn took the opportunity to aim at Scott, tightened his finger, and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed in the warehouse, and the bullet shot towards Scott's direction.
However, Scott's body suddenly emitted a strong light, which enveloped him and instantly disappeared into the air.
Lynn's bullet grazed the air but did not hit the target.
Scott stood in the distance, looking coldly at Lynn, and smiled slightly.
"You're too slow, Lynn," he said, then suddenly flashed, instantly disappearing into the shadows of the warehouse.
Lynn stood there, panting, filled with unwillingness.
Lynn stood in the empty warehouse, gazing at the spot where Scott had disappeared, his chest heaving violently, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of loss.
His hand still gripped the fallen gun, his eyes sharp, but the doubts in his mind grew stronger.
Scott's Mutant ability had dealt Lynn an unprecedented blow; his speed, strength, and the ability to almost change the air itself forced him to re-evaluate the enemy he faced.
But even with Scott's powerful abilities, Lynn still had no thought of giving up.
He knew that Scott's escape was only temporary; he couldn't disappear without a trace.
If he dared to cause trouble in this city, Lynn would surely find him and drag out this beast hidden in the dark.
"Damn it!" Lynn cursed in a low voice, throwing the gun back to the ground with a heavy metallic clang that broke the silence of the warehouse.
He took out his phone and dialed Mark's number.
"Mark, immediately mobilize all forces and start tracking Scott's whereabouts."
The phone rang for a while before it was answered; Mark's voice on the other end sounded a bit hurried.
"Lynn, what's wrong? Did you find Scott?"
Lynn's tone remained calm, but the tension in his heart could no longer be hidden.
"Yes, but he has Mutant abilities and can disappear into thin air instantly.
I need you to mobilize all FBI resources to track every clue of his as much as possible.
No matter where he goes, any surveillance footage, travel records, even social media activity, get it all mobilized!"
Mark was silent for a while, seemingly organizing his thoughts.
"Okay, I'll start immediately, but if he really is a Mutant, our surveillance system might not be able to directly track him.
Have you thought of any other way?"
Lynn took a deep breath, looking around the empty space.
"He has shown me firsthand how powerful he is, but that doesn't mean he can completely escape us.
I will continue to investigate his background; Scott's past will surely give us a breakthrough.
You start with all records from Wall Street Freight and see if there are any overlooked clues."
Mark on the other end of the phone quickly responded: "Understood, I'll start right away.
If you have any new discoveries on your end, remember to tell me immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Lynn wasted no more time.
He quickly left the warehouse and drove back to FBI Headquarters.
Outside the car window, the city lights were still bright, but the city's current tranquility could not soothe the anxiety in his heart.
Scott's escape had put him in an unprecedented predicament, but he refused to fall into unnecessary despair.
He needed stronger power to track this Mutant, and the key to all of this might lie in Scott's past.
Upon entering the headquarters building, Lynn walked directly into his office.
He didn't want to waste any time and immediately began to organize the information he had obtained from Wall Street Freight.
That company had a close relationship with Scott, and Scott's past actions and people he had contacted might provide important clues for the upcoming pursuit.
Lynn opened his computer and began to review records related to Scott one by one.
There weren't many surprises.
Although the company operated multiple cargo transportation projects, none of the transactions were completely public and transparent.
Scott maintained private contact with the company's senior personnel, and the details of these contacts were mostly concealed.
He gradually discovered some minor anomalies.
A few months ago, a batch of goods had a transportation plan that did not go through official channels and was destined for a remote location.
This place was not on the company's regular transportation route, but records showed that Scott had personally driven there multiple times.
These clues increasingly made Lynn feel something was wrong.
He frowned, carefully comparing all the detailed information involved in that batch of goods, and finally found a striking detail in an inconspicuous record: the origin and destination of the goods seemed to be connected to an illegal company called Obsidian Group.
This company had always been low-key and mysterious, with almost no public information.
Lynn quickly searched online and finally found a few vague pieces of information: this company had deep ties to Mutant experiments and had participated in multiple illegal transactions in the past, involving smuggling, arms dealing, and even genetic mutation experiments.
Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold.
Obsidian Group?
This company was actually related to Mutantexperiments; no wonder Scott was involved.
He immediately called Mark.
"Mark, continue to search for all information on Obsidian Group, no matter what method, find its whereabouts as soon as possible.
We must figure out the power behind Scott."
He paused, "This is no longer just about a Mutant.
There's a bigger conspiracy behind it."
Mark's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Okay, I'll start searching for relevant information immediately.
Do you have any new discoveries on your end?"
"Obsidian Group has deep ties to Mutant experiments; this clue is extremely crucial," Lynn said in a deep voice, "We may be close to the core of the matter."
After hanging up the phone, Lynn suddenly stood up, deciding to personally investigate more clues.
He knew that the relationship between Scott and Obsidian Group would definitely not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.
He had to personally dig deeper and uncover this layer of mist.
Back in the car, Lynn began to plan his next course of action.
According to the information he had, a branch of Obsidian Group was located in a warehouse district in the northwest of the city.
It was dark, remote, and often a hub for illegal transactions.
Lynn decided he had to go there himself to investigate and see if he could find any direct evidence related to Scott and Obsidian Group.
Driving into the northwest district, night fell, and the surrounding streets became increasingly desolate.
Lynn's heart pounded, and his inner tension became more apparent.
He stopped the car, rolled down the window, and felt the unique silence of the place.
The air was filled with the distinctive smell of an industrial area, and occasionally a few trucks drove by, but there was no human sound.
Lynn quietly entered the warehouse district, carefully observing everything around him.
Most of the buildings here looked old, and the dilapidated iron gates and closed windows gave a sense of lifelessness.
He looked around alertly, making sure no one noticed his arrival.
Suddenly, a black SUV slowly drove into the warehouse district and stopped in a dark corner.
Lynn quickly hid to the side, carefully observing the movement inside the car.
The car door opened, and out stepped a man in a black suit, expressionless, with a steady gait.
Lynn's heart rate instantly quickened; that man was Scott!