Chapter 177 Hans' good suggestion!
Sakaar was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing something. Finally, he sighed and slowly said, "Yes, I am a Mutant. But this is not a bad thing; I was just born with these abilities."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, their hearts a mix of emotions. They were both surprised and excited, finally confirming their suspicions. But at the same time, they also realized that once this secret was revealed, it would bring huge trouble to Sakaar and the Manhattan Dinosaur Club.
"Sakaar, we understand your situation," Lynn said sincerely. "But we are also forced to do this. We are investigating a mysterious organization that has been looking for Mutants and using their abilities for evil. We are worried that you will become their target."
Upon hearing this, a trace of fear flashed in Sakaar's eyes. He clearly knew something about that mysterious organization and also knew that he might be in danger.
"So what are you going to do?" Sakaar asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Hans said firmly, "We want to expose the true face of that mysterious organization and protect the safety of all Mutants. At the same time, we also hope that you can join us and fight against that organization together."
Sakaar was silent for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay, I am willing to cooperate with you. But you must ensure that my identity will not be leaked."
However, as the investigation deepened, they also gradually discovered some unknown secrets within the Manhattan Dinosaur Club. It turned out that some high-ranking officials of the club were also colluding with that mysterious organization, attempting to use the abilities of Mutants for personal gain.
"We must act quickly," Lynn said anxiously. "We cannot let those guys succeed."
Hans nodded, "That's right, we have to find a way to expose their true colors and let everyone know the truth."
With Sakaar's help, Lynn and Hans formulated a detailed plan. They decided to use Sakaar's performance in the next game to expose the mysterious organization's conspiracy.
On the day of the game, the stadium was bustling with people, and the audience cheered for the Manhattan Dinosaur. As the main striker, Sakaar naturally became the focus of the entire stadium.
Soon after the game began, Sakaar showed astonishing strength. With his extraordinary speed and power, he broke through the opponent's defense again and again, steadily sending the ball into the goal. The audience cheered and applauded Sakaar's wonderful performance.
However, as the game approached its end, an accident happened. Sakaar suddenly fell to the ground during a scramble, groaning in pain. The referee immediately blew the whistle to stop the game, and medical personnel quickly came onto the field to treat him.
The audience was in an uproar, speculating whether Sakaar was seriously injured. However, when the medical personnel lifted Sakaar's jersey, everyone was stunned. On Sakaar's shoulder, the originally slightly bulging muscle was now glowing with a strange green light!
"Mutant!" someone exclaimed.
Immediately, the stadium was in chaos. The audience discussed animatedly, some fleeing in panic, while others gathered curiously, wanting to find out more.
And at this moment, Lynn and Hans seized the opportunity to step forward. They took out the evidence they had prepared in advance, exposing the truth about the mysterious organization's collusion with the high-ranking officials of the Manhattan Dinosaur Club.
"Everyone, listen to me!" Lynn shouted loudly. "Sakaar is a Mutant, that's right, but he is not a monster! He was just born with these abilities. And that mysterious organization has been using the abilities of Mutants to do evil. We must expose their true colors and protect the safety of all Mutants!"
Hans also added, "We have enough evidence to prove all of this. We hope everyone can believe us and fight against that evil organization together!"
Early the next morning, the Sun shone through the sparse clouds, scattering across the bustling streets of Manhattan. Lynn and Hans, dressed in crisp FBI uniforms, with shining badges pinned to their chests, walked resolutely towards the Manhattan Dinosaur team's training Base. Their mission was arduous—to investigate and arrest Mutant players suspected of violating regulations.
"Lynn, are you sure we want to do this?" Hans asked with a slight hesitation, a hint of unease in his eyes.
"Of course, Hans," Lynn's tone was firm and decisive. "We have conclusive evidence that there are Mutants on the Dinosaur team who are violating regulations. This not only violates the spirit of sports but may also cause social unrest. As FBI Agents, we have a responsibility to maintain justice and order."
The two arrived at the team's training Base, where players were sweating on the field, and the manager was giving instructions nearby. Lynn and Hans showed their identification and walked directly to the manager.
"Mr. Manager, we are FBI Agents," Lynn said, showing his identification with a serious tone. "We have reason to believe that there are Mutants on your team who are violating regulations. Please cooperate with our investigation."
Upon hearing this, the manager's face instantly turned ashen. He widened his eyes and glared at Lynn and Hans, "How can you say that? Our team has always followed the rules and has never had any violations!"
"We have evidence," Hans took out a document from his pocket and handed it to the manager. "This is our gene test report for the players. The report shows that the gene sequences of several players are different from ordinary people and have the characteristics of Mutants."
The manager took the report and quickly flipped through a few pages. His face became increasingly gloomy, almost dripping with Water. He looked up at Lynn and Hans, his eyes flashing with anger, "You are slandering! These players are innocent! They are just gifted; how can they be labeled as Mutants?"
"Mr. Manager, we understand your emotions," Lynn's tone remained calm. "However, rules are rules. Mutantparticipation not only violates the fairness of sports competition but may also lead to a series of unpredictable consequences. We must act according to the law."
After saying that, Lynn and Hans gestured for the Agents behind them to start acting. They quickly surrounded several players suspected of violations, preparing to take them away.
Seeing this, the players showed expressions of fear and anger. They struggled, trying to break free from the Agents' restraints. And the manager rushed forward, trying to stop all of this.
"You can't do this!" the manager roared. "These players are the soul of the team! They have put in countless sweat and effort for the team! You can't just take them away like this!"
Lynn and Hans's expressions were grim; they knew that conflict was inevitable at this moment. However, as FBI Agents, they had to uphold their duties and principles.
"Mr. Manager, please understand our position," Lynn's tone was firm and powerful. "We are not targeting these individual players, but rather upholding the fairness and order of the entire sports World. If Mutants are allowed to participate in violation of regulations, then the fairness of sports competition will be completely lost."
Upon hearing this, the manager was stunned for a moment. He seemed to realize Lynn and Hans's determination and understood that he could not change this fact. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes flashing with helplessness and sadness.
"Alright..." the manager's voice was low and hoarse. "I will cooperate with your investigation. However, please treat these players fairly. They truly just love football and want to show their talent on this stage."
Lynn and Hans nodded; they knew the manager's worries and expectations. They promised to handle this matter fairly and ensure that every player received the treatment they deserved.
However, at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred. A player suspected of violating regulations suddenly broke free from the Agent's restraint and rushed towards the nearby stands. He leaped up, and actually easily jumped onto the high part of the stands!
"Catch him quickly!" Lynn shouted, signaling the Agents to act swiftly.
However, the player's speed and agility were extraordinary. He dodged left and right in the stands, easily avoiding the Agents' pursuit. Finally, he actually stopped at the edge of the stands, turned around, and showed a strange smile to Lynn and Hans.
"Do you think you can catch me like this?" the player's voice was full of provocation and disdain. "I am a Mutant! I possess power and abilities you cannot imagine!"
After saying that, he leaped up, and actually jumped down from the high part of the stands! But he did not fall to the ground but landed steadily on the ground. Then, he quickly ran towards the nearby woods and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Chase them!" Lynn shouted, leading the Agents in pursuit. They knew that the player's escape could cause immense trouble for the entire investigation. But as FBI Agents, they had to do everything possible to apprehend him.
After a fierce chase and struggle, Lynn and Hans finally subdued the escaped player. They brought him back to the team's training Base for further investigation, along with other players suspected of violations.
Lynn sat under the dim light of the interrogation room, several thick files spread out on the table in front of him. These were detailed material about the Mutant players on the Manhattan Dinosaur team. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the tension that had built up over the past few days. This mission was far more complex than expected; the identity and background of the Mutantplayers were like a fog, making them difficult to grasp.
He first interrogated a Mutant player named Jack, a young man with extraordinary speed and endurance. Jack sat opposite him, his expression calm, his eyes revealing an unyielding light.
"Jack," Lynn began, his voice low and powerful, "We know you are a Mutant. Can you tell me how you became a member of the Manhattan Dinosaur team?"
Jack looked up, directly into Lynn's eyes: "Agent, I am indeed a Mutant, but I haven't done anything illegal. I joined the team voluntarily because I love football, and I want to showcase my talent on this stage."
"Voluntarily joined?" Lynn frowned, "Do you know that Mutants participating in competitions is against regulations?"
Jack shook his head: "I know there's such a regulation, but I think it's unfair. Mutants are also people; we also have the right to pursue our dreams. Moreover, the team didn't force me to do anything; I joined willingly."
Lynn was silent for a moment. He understood Jack's position, but the law was the law and could not be violated. He continued to ask: "Then can you tell me how you discovered you were a Mutant? Have you had any contact with any illegal laboratories?"
Jack smiled, a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Agent, you misunderstand. I wasn't created in some illegal laboratory. My abilities are innate; they've existed since I can remember. I've never had contact with any illegal organization; I'm just an ordinary football enthusiast."
Over the next few hours, Lynn separately interrogated several other Mutant players. Their answers were almost identical—all voluntarily joined the team and had no involvement with any illegal laboratories.
One of the players, named Mark, possessed superhuman strength and explosiveness. He was particularly agitated during the interrogation: "Agent, do you know? I've always dreamed of becoming a professional player, but because of my abilities, I was always ostracized. Until one day, the manager of the Manhattan Dinosaur team found me. He told me that here, I could fully display my talents without caring about what others thought. I'm really grateful to him; he gave me a chance to realize my dream."
Listening to Mark's words, Lynn couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart. He began to wonder if he had truly misunderstood these players. Were they really just passionate about football and wanted to show their talents on this stage?
However, as an FBI Agent, he couldn't act solely on emotion. He had to find concrete evidence to prove whether these players had truly had no contact with illegal laboratories.
So, Lynn decided to investigate further. He contacted the team manager, requesting to see the players' joining records and contracts. At the same time, he also sent his subordinates to conduct a detailed background check on the players.
A few days later, the investigation results came out. To Lynn's surprise, the players' joining records and contracts were all legal and valid, with no signs of falsification. Their background checks also showed that they were indeed children from ordinary families and had no contact with any illegal organizations.
Lynn fell into deep confusion. If these players truly had no involvement with illegal laboratories, then why did they possess Mutant abilities? Was it really innate?
He decided to interrogate these players again, trying to find more clues from their mouths.
"Jack," Lynn faced Jack again, "We have conducted a detailed investigation into your backgrounds and joining records. The results show that you all indeed joined the team voluntarily and had no contact with any illegal organizations. However, I still want to know, how exactly did your abilities come about?"
Jack was silent for a moment, then slowly began: "Agent, actually, we have also been looking for the answer to this question. Our abilities seem to be innate, but we don't know why this is. We once tried to search our family history to see if there were similar precedents, but we found nothing. We only know that we are different from others, but we long to be accepted, to find our place in this World."
Listening to Jack's words, a strange emotion surged in Lynn's heart. He began to realize that these players were not monsters or criminals; they were just ordinary people with special abilities. They longed to be understood, to be accepted, to find their sense of belonging in this Worldfull of prejudice and discrimination.
"Jack," Lynn's voice softened considerably, "I understand your feelings. However, as an FBI Agent, I must ensure the fair enforcement of the law. Mutant participation does indeed violate regulations, but I also believe that you did not intentionally violate the law. I will do my best to secure a fair outcome for you."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of gratitude flashed in Jack's eyes: "Thank you, Agent. We know our identities are special, but we also hope to be able to participate in various social activities equally, like everyone else. We believe that the law is just, and it will give us a reasonable judgment."
Early the next morning, the Sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, dappling Lynn's office desk. However, this warmth did nothing to alleviate the anxiety in Lynn's heart. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and irritation, as he paced back and forth in the small office, as if each step could tread out the restlessness in his heart.
"The clue is broken again…" Lynn murmured to himself, his voice full of helplessness. The case in his hand—the investigation into the Mutant players on the Manhattan Dinosaur team—had reached a stalemate. Although he had interrogated multiple players, their testimonies were all identical, insisting that they had joined the team voluntarily and had no connection to any illegal laboratories.
Hans, Lynn's partner, a burly Agent with sharp eyes, was sitting at the desk, intently flipping through the documents in his hand. He looked up at Lynn, understanding his anxiety.
"Lynn, perhaps we can approach this from another angle." Hans's voice was steady and strong, like a light cutting through the fog in Lynn's heart.
"What angle?" Lynn immediately stopped, looking at Hans with sharp eyes.
"These players' children." Hans said slowly, "If the players truly had involvement with illegal laboratories, then their children are very likely to have been involved as well. Perhaps, from the children, we can find new clues."
Lynn's eyes lit up at the words. This was an angle he had never considered before, but it was certainly worth a try. He immediately picked up his jacket, signaling Hans to follow: "Let's go, we're going to Sakaar's home. He's a key player on the team, and one of the Mutants. Perhaps his son can provide us with some clues."
The two drove to Sakaar's residence. Along the way, Lynnsilently pondered how to question Sakaar's son in a way that would neither arouse suspicion nor fail to obtain valuable information.
When they arrived at Sakaar's house, Sakaar was trimming flowers in the yard. He seemed a little surprised to see Lynn and Hans arrive. But soon, he regained his composure and enthusiastically invited the two into the house.
"Sakaar, we're here to understand your son's situation." Lynn said directly.
Chapter 178 Football Manager Polo!
Saka's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "My son? What happened to him? He's just a child, what does he have to do with your investigation?"
"We just want to understand his health condition," Hansadded from the side. "I heard he goes for a physical examination every month, is that right?"
Saka nodded, a flicker of imperceptible worry in his eyes: "Yes, he's been in poor health since he was little, so I take him for regular check-ups to ensure his health."
"What items do those physical examinations include?" Lynn pressed on.
"Just some routine checks, like height, weight, and blood count," Saka replied somewhat vaguely.
"Blood draw?" Hans suddenly asked.
Saka paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, they draw a tube of blood every month for testing."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances; they knew that this blood draw was likely the key to the problem. However, they couldn't directly question Saka, lest they arouse his suspicion.
"Saka, we understand your concern as a father," Lynn's tone softened considerably, "but, do you know? There are some illegal medical institutions now that use children's blood for illegal experiments. We just want to confirm whether your son's physical examination is safe and legal."
Saka's expression grew a little tense at the words. He was silent for a while, then slowly spoke: "Actually, I've had such concerns too. However, that medical institution is legitimate; they have a legal license and professional Doctors. Moreover, after each blood draw, they give me a detailed laboratory report, proving my son's good health."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, understanding that Saka might not have told the complete truth. However, they also didn't have enough evidence to expose him. So, they decided to leave temporarily and secretly investigate that medical institution.
Not long after.
Lynn and Hans stood in front of the family Doctor's apartment where Saka's son had his physical examination. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling the mottled walls. The two looked at each other, their hearts filled with anticipation and tension. This time, they hoped to find more clues about the Mutant breeding experiment from this family Doctor.
Hans gently knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. He tried twisting the doorknob and found that the door was actually unlocked. The two looked at each other, and a sense of foreboding rose in their hearts.
"It seems we've come at the wrong time," Lynnwhispered, motioning for Hans to enter carefully.
The apartment was quiet, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Lynn and Hans cautiously walked through the living room and arrived at the Doctor's consultation room. The consultation room was in a mess, drawers were pulled open, and documents were scattered everywhere; clearly, someone had rummaged through it in a hurry.
"He ran away," Hans surveyed the surroundings, reaching this obvious conclusion.
Lynn frowned, a sense of frustration welling up in him. Had this clue, which they had found with such difficulty, just been broken? He began to search the room carefully, unwilling to give up, hoping to find some useful information.
Hans also joined the search, and he noticed that a book on the desk seemed unusual. The cover of the book had yellowed and looked quite old, but a crumpled draft paper was foldered between the pages. He carefully pulled out the draft paper, unfolded it, and saw that it was densely covered with handwriting and formulas.
"Lynn, look at this," Hans handed the draft paper to Lynn, with a hint of excitement in his tone.
Lynn took the draft paper and examined it carefully. His gaze gradually became solemn, as these writings and formulas were clearly related to the Mutant breeding experiment. He quickly scanned through them, trying to find key information.
"These formulas… they seem to describe some kind of gene editing process," Lynn said in a deep voice, "and, it also mentions 'X-gene' here, isn't that the characteristic gene of Mutants?"
Hans, hearing this, also leaned over, and the two of them studied the draft paper together. They found that this draft paper not only recorded the detailed steps of gene editing but also marked some experimental data and results. From these data and results, it was clear that this family Doctor was assisting in the Mutant breeding experiment.
"It seems we didn't come here for nothing," Hansbreathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his face, "This draft paper is the best evidence."
Lynn nodded, but the doubts in his heart had not completely dissipated. He pondered for a moment, then asked: "But why did this family Doctor run away? Was he afraid we would find him, or…"
"Or perhaps the forces behind him have already noticed our actions," Hans took over Lynn's words, his tone becoming serious, "If it's the latter, then our situation will be dangerous."
Lynn's brows furrowed at the words. He knew that Hanswas right. If they had indeed touched a nerve of a powerful force, then the subsequent investigation would be even more difficult and dangerous. However, he couldn't give up just like that. He had to uncover the truth of this Mutant breeding experiment and seek justice for those innocent victims.
"We need to hand this draft paper over to our superiors as soon as possible," Lynn said, "At the same time, we also need to continue tracking down the whereabouts of this family Doctor. Since he participated in this experiment, he must know more inside information."
Hans nodded in agreement. The two carefully put away the draft paper and then left the apartment. They knew that the subsequent investigation would be more difficult and complex, but they also believed that as long as they persevered, they would surely uncover the truth of this Mutant breeding experiment.
A few hours later.
Lynn stood in Saka's living room. The sunlight outside the window was tightly blocked by heavy curtains, making the room exceptionally stuffy. Saka sat on the sofa, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger. What Lynn had just told him was like a heavy hammer, striking his heart fiercely.
"You mean, my son… was used?" Saka's voice trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
Lynn nodded heavily, his eyes filled with sympathy and determination: "Yes, Saka. We found that your son, and some other players' children, were all involved in an illegal Mutant breeding experiment. The blood drawn from them was used for gene editing to cultivate Mutants."
Saka, hearing this, suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with anger: "How is this possible? Who allowed them to do this? My son… he's only five years old!"
Lynn quickly comforted him: "Saka, calm down. The most important thing for us now is to find out the truth of this experiment and rescue all the children involved. Moreover, I suspect that this experiment may be related to some people in your team."
Saka froze, looking at Lynn in disbelief: "You mean… someone within our team participated in this experiment?"
"It's not certain yet," Lynn shook his head, "but I suggest you gather your other teammates and ask if their children have also encountered similar incidents. Perhaps we can find some clues from that."
Saka took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. He knew that now was not the time for anger and sadness; he had to do something for his son and for all the children involved. So, he picked up his phone and began to contact his teammates.
Soon after, several core players of the team gathered at Saka's home. They were either sitting or standing, each face filled with anxiety and unease. When Saka told them what had happened, the entire room instantly fell into a dead silence.
"My child… also participated in that physical examination," one of the players said in a low voice, "I thought it was a benefit provided by the team, so I let him go. I never expected…"
"Me too," another player interjected, "Bolo said it was for the children's health, and I even thanked him! Now that I think about it, I wish I could slap myself twice!"
"Bolo?" Lynn keenly caught the name, "Who is he?"
Saka explained: "Bolo is our football manager; he is responsible for the team's daily operations and player contract matters. He also suggested that we let our children have physical examinations."
Lynn's eyes immediately sharpened: "It seems that this Bolo is highly suspicious. We need to have a good talk with him."
The players all agreed, their only wish now was to rescue their children and expose this terrible experiment.
So, led by Lynn, they went to Bolo's office.
Bolo's office was spacious and luxurious, with walls covered in team photos and trophies.
However, at this moment, Bolo looked particularly disheveled, his eyes flickering, clearly aware of their purpose.
"Bolo, do you have anything to explain?" Lynn asked directly.
Bolo forced a calm smile: "Explain what? I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Stop pretending!" Saka roared, "We know you suggested we let our children get physical examinations.
Now, our children are involved in an illegal Mutantbreeding experiment.
Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
Bolo's face instantly turned pale, and he stammered: "I...I just thought that physical examination would be good for the children, I didn't expect...I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
"Didn't expect?" Lynn sneered, "There are many things you didn't expect.
For example, you didn't expect us to discover the truth of this experiment; you didn't expect us to come knocking; and you certainly didn't expect that your actions have already broken the law, and severe punishment awaits you!"
Upon hearing this, Bolo's body trembled involuntarily.
He knew he could no longer hide it.
So, he said in a trembling voice: "Alright, I admit...I am involved with that experiment.
But, I was also forced into it!
They...they threatened me, if I didn't cooperate, they would ruin my career, ruin my family!"
"Who are they?" Lynn pressed on.
Bolo hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "They are...the'Shadow Organization'.
They possess powerful technology and resources, and have been secretly engaged in the breeding and research of Mutants.
I...I am just a pawn in their hands."
"Shadow Organization?" The players' faces showed expressions of horror upon hearing this.
They had heard of this organization's name and knew it was an extremely dangerous and evil group.
Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze firm, and said: "No matter how powerful they are, we will fight them to the end.
For our children, for justice and kindness, we must not back down!"
Early the next morning, as the sky just began to show the first hint of dawn, Lynn, with heavy steps, once again came to Bolo's office.
His heart was filled with complex emotions, both suspicion about Bolo's death and deep worry about the "Shadow Organization."
He knew that Bolo's death was definitely not a simple suicide or accident, but was inextricably linked to that mysterious "Shadow Organization."
When he pushed open the door to Bolo's office, a pungent smell of blood assailed him.
Bolo lay quietly on the desk, his eyes closed, his face pale, with a trace of blood still on the corner of his mouth.
Lynn's heart tightened, and he quickly walked to Bolo's side, carefully examining his body.
From the wound, Bolo had clearly been murdered.
"It seems Bolo's death is not simple," Lynn murmured to himself, a determined light flickering in his eyes, "I must find out the truth of this matter."
Just as he was about to search Bolo's office for possible clues, suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Immediately after, a figure dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with a mask covering his face, burst in, holding a sharp dagger, stabbing directly at Lynn's chest.
Lynn reacted quickly, he dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the attack.
However, the masked man did not give up, he swayed and launched another fierce attack on Lynn.
Lynn could only dodge while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Lynnasked loudly while circling around the masked man.
The masked man snorted coldly, his voice hoarse and low: "Hmph, you know things you shouldn't know, and you must pay the price."
Upon hearing this, Lynn became even more certain that this masked man was connected to the "Shadow Organization."
He gritted his teeth and fought with all his might against the masked man.
However, the masked man was extremely agile and his moves were very ruthless, and Lynn gradually felt a bit overwhelmed.
Just then, a furious roar suddenly came from outside the door: "Stop!"
Immediately after, Hans's burly figure appeared at the doorway.
His eyes gleamed with anger, holding an iron hammer in his hand, he swung it fiercely at the masked man.
Seeing this, the masked man had to give up his attack on Lynn and turned to face Hans.
However, Hans's strength and speed were far beyond his imagination, and after a few moves, he was forced to retreat by Hans.
"Lynn, are you alright?" Hans asked with concern while fighting the masked man.
Lynn took a breath and shook his head: "I'm fine, you be careful."
Hans responded, and once again launched a fierce offensive against the masked man.
The masked man knew he was not Hans's opponent and began to think of retreating.
He feigned a move, and seized the opportunity to escape towards the door.
"Want to run? Not that easy!" Hans roared, and fiercely threw the iron hammer in his hand.
The iron hammer streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning, accurately hitting the masked man's back.
The masked man screamed and fell to the ground.
Lynn seized the opportunity to rush forward and pulled off the masked man's mask.
However, when he saw the masked man's true face, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Because he didn't recognize this person.
"Who is he?" Lynn looked at Hans in confusion.
Hans also frowned, he carefully examined the masked man, then shook his head and said: "I don't know him either.
However, judging from his skills and moves, he should be a professionally trained assassin."
"Assassin?" Lynn's heart tightened, "So, he was sent by the'Shadow Organization' to kill me?"
Hans nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "Very likely.
It seems the'Shadow Organization' has already become aware of our actions, and they are starting to retaliate."
Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze firm, and said: "No matter what, we will not give up.
Bolo's death, and the children involved in the Mutantbreeding experiment, all need us to get justice for them."
Hans patted Lynn's shoulder, and said firmly: "That's right, we will definitely find out everything.
Now, let's hand this assassin over to the police, and then continue our investigation."
The two tied up the masked man, then called the police.
Soon after, the police arrived at the scene and took the masked man away.
Lynn and Hans then returned to Bolo's office and began to search carefully.
Lynn and Hans, like two sharp leopards, meticulously searched every corner of Bolo's somewhat cluttered room.
Sunlight streamed through the half-closed curtains, dappling the floor, adding an incongruous warmth to the tense atmosphere.
"Lynn, look at this." Hans's voice came from by the desk, holding a yellowed piece of paper with densely recorded account information.
Lynn walked over at the sound, took the paper from Hans's hand, and examined it carefully.
His brows gradually furrowed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "These are...bank transfer records?"
"That's right." Hans nodded, his finger lightly tracing the words on the paper, "And the amount is huge, it looks like it was transferred from a certain organization to Bolo."
Lynn's gaze fixed on a name—"Carlos Syndicate."
This name was not unfamiliar to him, but at this moment, it seemed unusually mysterious and dangerous.
"Carlos Syndicate?" Lynn pondered for a moment, then looked up at Hans, "Isn't that the syndicate with a bad reputation internationally?
Why would they have financial dealings with Bolo?"
Hans's expression also became serious: "Yes, the Carlos Syndicate has always been involved in various gray areas, from smuggling drugs to illegal arms deals, almost everything.
Bolo having contact with them is absolutely not a good sign."
Chapter 179 Investigate the Carlos Chamber of Commerce!
Lynn gently put down the paper in his hand, his gaze searching the room: "We need to find more clues about this Syndicate. Bolo couldn't have just left this one transfer record; he must have something else."
The two of them began another meticulous search. They rummaged through Bolo's wardrobe, drawers, and even under his bed, but apart from daily necessities and some irrelevant documents, there seemed to be no other valuable discoveries.
"Strange, did Bolo really only leave such a small clue?" Hans said, somewhat unwillingly.
Lynn didn't answer. His gaze suddenly fell on Bolo's computer. He quickly walked over, turned on the computer, and began to check Bolo's browsing history and folders.
"Found it!" Lynn exclaimed excitedly, "Bolo's inbox has an unread email from the Carlos Syndicate."
Upon hearing this, Hans immediately leaned over. The two of them stared at the screen together, and saw that the email content was brief and mysterious: "Mr. Bolo, regarding the last transaction, we are very satisfied. We look forward to our next cooperation. Please refer to the attachment for detailed information."
Lynn quickly clicked on the attachment, but what popped up was an encrypted file that required a password. He tried several common passwords, but none of them succeeded in opening it.
"It seems this file was password-protected by Bolo." Hans frowned, "We need to find a way to crack it."
Lynn pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Does Bolo have any special hobbies or habits? Perhaps we can find clues to crack the password from there."
Hans recalled for a moment and said, "I remember Boloonce mentioned that he loves football very much, especially his supported team—the Blue Eagles. He also said that the founding date of the Blue Eagles is his lucky number."
Lynn immediately typed the founding date of the Blue Eagles on the keyboard, and sure enough, the file was successfully opened. Inside was a detailed transaction record, documenting multiple large transactions between Bolo and the Carlos Syndicate, as well as the items and purposes of the transactions.
"My goodness, Bolo actually has such deep connections with the Carlos Syndicate." Hans exclaimed, "And looking at these transaction records, they seem to be cooperating on some kind of illegal experiment."
Lynn's eyes became exceptionally firm: "We must hand over this information to the Police as soon as possible. At the same time, we must continue to investigate further to see what exactly this Carlos Syndicate is up to."
The two of them copied the files from the computer, then carefully left Bolo's room. They knew that the upcoming investigation would be more difficult and dangerous, but they also believed that as long as they upheld justice and courage, they would surely be able to uncover the truth and save those innocent children.
Manhattan, this bustling and noisy metropolis, with its neon lights at night like brilliant stars, adorned the entire city like a dream. However, behind this glamorous facade, hidden secrets and darkness lurked.
Lynn and Hans walked through the bustling crowd, their goal was only one—the manager of the Carlos SyndicateManhattan branch, a key figure who might be inextricably linked to Bolo's death.
The two arrived in front of a towering skyscraper, which was the location of the Carlos Syndicate Manhattanbranch. They took a deep breath, exchanged glances, and then resolutely walked in.
After some twists and turns, they finally met the legendary manager—a fat middle-aged man with greasy slicked-back hair and shrewd, arrogant eyes.
"You are Lynn and Hans?" The Manager squinted, sizing them up, his tone full of disdain.
"That's right, we are." Lynn met the Manager's gaze without fear, "We want to ask you about Bolo."
Upon hearing this, a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across the Manager's face, but he quickly regained his composure: "Bolo? Humph, that person is already dead, why do you still mention him?"
"Dead?" Hans's eyes widened in anger, and he stepped forward, "Why did he die? Is it related to your Carlos Syndicate?"
The Manager sneered, leaning slightly forward, as if waiting for the other party's reaction: "Humph, you two youngsters, I advise you not to get involved in this mess. Bolo's matter is not something you can interfere with."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes. They knew that this Manager must be hiding something, and they had to uncover this secret.
"Since we've intervened, we can't give up easily." Lynn's voice was calm and firm, "Bolo is our friend, and we must find out the truth about his death."
The Manager's face suddenly darkened. He stood up, walked in front of the two, and said in a low, threatening tone: "I advise you, some things are better not known than known. Bolo is an example; he knew too many things he shouldn't have known, which is why he met such an end. If you don't want to follow in his footsteps, you'd best stop now and don't continue the investigation."
Upon hearing this, Hans was furious. He grabbed the Manager's collar and lifted him up: "You bastard! Your Carlos Syndicate is inseparable from Bolo's death! We are here today to get to the bottom of this!"
The Manager was intimidated by Hans's aura, and his face turned pale. But he quickly regained his composure and said in a chilling tone: "Humph, do you think you can scare me like this? I tell you, the Carlos Syndicate is not something you can afford to provoke. If you don't stop, I promise, you will regret it!"
Seeing this, Lynn quickly pulled Hans, signaling him to calm down. He knew that confrontation was not the solution. They needed wisdom and strategy.
"Manager, you misunderstood." Lynn released Hans and said calmly, "We are not here to cause trouble; we just want to know the cause of Bolo's death. He is our friend, and we have the right to know the truth. Moreover, I believe that the Carlos Syndicate, as an influential organization, would not want its reputation to be damaged by unnecessary misunderstandings, would it?"
Upon hearing this, a flicker of hesitation flashed in the Manager's eyes. He knew that Lynn's words were reasonable. The Carlos Syndicate indeed did not want its reputation to be affected by minor issues. Moreover, he also saw that these two people were not so easy to dismiss.
"Alright." The Manager sighed and sat back down in his chair, "I can tell you some things about Bolo, but you must promise not to investigate further."
Lynn and Hans exchanged a smile; they knew that the Manager had started to give in. Now, it was their turn to show their skills.
"We can promise." Lynn nodded, "As long as you tell the truth, we won't make things difficult for you."
The Manager pondered for a moment, then began to tell them about Bolo. He admitted that Bolo had indeed cooperated with the Carlos Syndicate, but he was not clear about the specific details. He only knew that Boloseemed to have some secrets that the Carlos Syndicatedid not want people to know, and these secrets were the fundamental reason for his death.
"So, what exactly are these secrets?" Hans asked impatiently.
The Manager shook his head: "I don't know. I'm just a branch manager, and many things I don't know. But I can tell you that these secrets are related to the high-level members of the Carlos Syndicate, and may even involve some higher-level forces."
Upon hearing this, Lynn and Hans both felt a ominous premonition. They knew that this secret might be far more complex than they imagined. Moreover, they also realized that they might have already been caught in a huge vortex.
"So, what should we do now?" Hans looked at Lynn, his eyes full of confusion.
Lynn took a deep breath and said with determination, "No matter how many difficulties and dangers lie ahead, we must find out the cause of Bolo's death. He is not only our friend but also an innocent victim. We cannot let him die in vain like this."
Hans nodded, and his fighting spirit was rekindled: "That's right! We must seek justice for Bolo! At the same time, we must expose the crimes of the Carlos Syndicate! Let them know that in this World, there is still justice and fairness!"
The two exchanged a smile, then resolutely turned and left the Manager's office.
As night fell, Manhattan's lights, like stars, adorned the night sky, shrouding this sleepless city in a mysterious veil. Lynn, dragging his weary body, returned to his small house on the outskirts of the city. A day of rushing around had left him feeling more exhausted than ever, and Bolo's death weighed like a huge stone on his heart, leaving him unable to let go.
Pushing open the door, a strange chill hit Lynn, causing him to shiver.
He casually turned on the light; the dim, warm glow couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.
He slowly walked towards the bedroom, preparing to wash up and get a good night's rest, planning to continue the investigation tomorrow.
However, as he lay in bed, just about to drift off to sleep, a faint smell of gas quietly wafted into his nostrils.
He was startled, instantly sitting up in bed, his eyes filled with vigilance.
"Gas smell? Where is it coming from?" Lynn muttered to himself, his heart rate beginning to quicken, an ominous premonition filling his mind.
He quickly got out of bed and followed the source of the gas smell to the kitchen.
The kitchen window was half-open, and the night wind gently rustled the curtains, seemingly whispering some unknown secret.
Lynn walked to the window, and just as he was about to check the situation, suddenly, a lighter flew in from outside the window, landing steadily on the kitchen counter.
"Who?!" Lynn exclaimed, realizing the situation was dire, and quickly turned to flee.
However, the moment he turned, he saw a note next to the lighter, on which was written in scrawled handwriting: "Want to know Bolo's secret? Come chase me!"
Lynn's heart tightened; he understood that this was not just a simple prank.
Someone had deliberately led him here, and it seemed to be related to Bolo's death.
He didn't have time to think, turning and rushing towards the door, ready to escape this dangerous place.
However, just as he was about to touch the doorknob, the gas stove in the kitchen suddenly exploded with a "boom."
The enormous impact sent Lynn flying; he felt a ringing in his ears and everything went black.
Relying on instinct, he desperately crawled towards the door, trying to escape the sea of fire.
However, the flames raged like a demon, rapidly spreading throughout the entire kitchen.
Lynn's clothes caught fire, and he felt a sharp pain spread through his body.
He gritted his teeth, used his last bit of strength, and with a sudden lunge, finally burst out the door, rolling onto the lawn in front of it.
"Cough, cough…" Lynn coughed violently, his face and hands covered in wounds, but he ignored them, just gasping for air, grateful to have survived.
He lay on the ground, looking at the blazing house, his heart filled with anger and confusion.
Who was it? Who exactly wanted to kill him?
Could it be someone from the Carlos Syndicate?
To cover up the truth, did they resort to such extreme measures?
Lynn struggled to his feet, his gaze searching around, trying to find the person who threw the lighter.
However, the surroundings were silent, only the crackling of flames, as if mocking his helplessness.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" Lynn roared, his voice echoing in the night sky, but receiving no response.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
He knew that now was not the time for anger and frustration; he had to call the Police as soon as possible and find the mastermind.
He pulled out his phone, his trembling fingers dialing the emergency number.
"Hello, is this the Police? There's been an explosion here… Yes, a gas explosion… The address is…" Lynnpainstakingly gave his address, then hung up the phone.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for rescue to arrive.
Soon after, fire trucks and Police cars roared to a halt.
Firefighters quickly began extinguishing the fire, while the Police started investigating the cause of the accident.
Lynn was sent to the hospital for treatment; his injuries were not serious, but the emotional trauma was difficult to heal.
Under the night sky of Manhattan, neon lights flickered, and traffic flowed endlessly, the city's hustle and bustle reaching its peak at this moment.
However, in the heart of this city, a storm was quietly brewing.
Inside FBI Headquarters, the lights were bright, but the atmosphere was unusually oppressive.
A Agent hurried into the conference room, his face showing unconcealed tension: "Officer, something happened.
Someone tampered with our operation, and a Agent was injured."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly solidified.
FBI high-ranking officials exchanged glances, a hint of shock and unease flashing in their eyes.
They knew that this was not just a simple attack, but a challenge to the FBI's authority.
"Who did it?" the middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table asked in a low voice.
He was the Deputy Director of the FBI, named Harvey.
Although his voice was calm, the authority it contained sent shivers down one's spine.
"It's not clear yet, but…" The Agent hesitated, then continued, "But according to the clues left at the scene, it seems to be related to the Carlos Syndicate."
"Carlos Syndicate?" Harvey's brow furrowed slightly; this name was not unfamiliar to him.
The Carlos Syndicate, a vast transnational criminal organization involved in smuggling, drug trafficking, money laundering, and various other illegal activities, its influence spread globally, even the FBI found them a headache.
Just then, a young voice suddenly spoke: "I have some information about the Carlos Syndicate."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a young Agent standing up, it was Lynn.
His eyes were firm, seemingly holding an unknown determination.
"Lynn, are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?" Harvey looked at Lynn, his tone complex, "The Carlos Syndicate is not just any criminal organization; they have powerful forces and resources behind them."
Lynn nodded, his voice firm: "I know, but I believe that as long as we dare to face it, nothing is impossible."
Harvey was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Alright, since you have this determination, then tell us your information."
Lynn took a deep breath and began to recount his entanglement with the Carlos Syndicate.
From Bolo's mysterious death to their various connections with the Carlos Syndicate, and then to the thrilling explosion, every detail was heart-stopping.
"So, do you understand now?" Lynn finished, looking at everyone present, "The Carlos Syndicate is not just a criminal organization; they are a cancerous tumor that threatens national security.
If we don't take action, they will only become more rampant."
The conference room fell into silence, everyone contemplating Lynn's words.
They knew that Lynn was right; the Carlos Syndicate was indeed a huge threat.
However, investigating such a vast organization would be incredibly difficult.
"But, Lynn," Harvey finally broke the silence, "The Carlos Syndicate is too large, our resources are limited, investigating them is like looking for a needle in a haystack."
Upon hearing this, a hint of determination flashed in Lynn's eyes: "I know it's difficult, but we cannot give up because of this.
If we don't even dare to try, then how can we talk about protecting the safety of the country and its people?"
Harvey looked at Lynn, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
He knew that this young man had extraordinary courage and determination.
However, as the Deputy Director of the FBI, he had to consider everything more comprehensively.
"Lynn, you're right," Harvey slowly said, "But, we cannot act blindly.
We need a thorough plan, more intelligence and resources.
And, we must ensure the success rate of the operation, otherwise, if it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Lynn nodded, understanding Harvey's concerns.
However, he already had a preliminary plan in his mind.
"Officer, I have an idea," Lynn said, "We can start investigating from within the Carlos Syndicate.
I believe that as long as we can find their weakness, we will definitely be able to crush them."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Harvey's eyes: "Go on."
Lynn began to elaborate on his plan.
He proposed infiltrating the Carlos Syndicate to obtain their intelligence and data, and then gradually dismantle their forces.
Although this plan was extremely risky, it was currently the only feasible option.
After listening to Lynn's plan, the atmosphere in the conference room fell silent again.
Everyone was considering the feasibility and risks of the plan.
Finally, Harvey slowly spoke: "Lynn, your plan is bold and creative.
However, I must warn you, this is an extremely dangerous mission.
Are you ready?"
Lynn looked at Harvey, his eyes shining with firm resolve: "I am ready, Officer.
For the safety of the country and its people, I am willing to take this risk."
Chapter 180 Approaching Little Harry!
Harvey looked at Lynn, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that this young man possessed extraordinary courage and determination. Finally, he slowly nodded: "Alright, Lynn. I approve your plan. However, you must remember, safety first, and maintain contact at all times. If you encounter any danger, retreat immediately."
Upon hearing this, a warm current surged through Lynn. He knew that he was not fighting alone; he had the FBI as a powerful backing. He nodded, and said firmly: "Don't worry, Officer. I will definitely complete the mission, expose the Carlos Syndicate's crimes, and bring the truth to light."
As night fell, Manhattan's lights twinkled like stars, illuminating every corner of the city. Inside an inconspicuous small bar, Lynn and Hans sat at a corner table, conversing in low voices. Their gazes were sometimes serious, sometimes flickering with determined light, as if they were planning a major operation.
"Lynn, are we really going to target Old Harry?" Hans's voice was low and cautious; he deeply understood the weight of this decision. Old Harry, the son of the Carlos Syndicate manager, a seemingly dissolute but secretly cunning young man, his identity and background filled this plan with unknowns and dangers.
Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes resolute: "Hans, we have no other choice. The Carlos Syndicate is too large; it's almost impossible to break through head-on. And Old Harry, he might be our breakthrough point."
Hans frowned, he understood Lynn's intention. By approaching Old Harry, they might be able to obtain internal information about the Carlos Syndicate, and even possibly find key clues to the mysterious "X" project. However, the risk of this plan was also immense; once it failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"But, Lynn," Hans continued, "Old Harry isn't that easy to approach. Everyone around him is an elite of the Carlos Syndicate; we'll be exposed if we're not careful."
Lynn nodded; he certainly knew the difficulty of this plan. However, he had made full preparations and plans. He pulled a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table: "Look, this is the nightclub Old Harry has been frequenting recently. We can approach him through here."
Hans picked up the photo and examined it carefully. The nightclub's name was "Dark Night," a famous entertainment venue in Manhattan, and also a gathering place for various celebrities and second-generation rich. If they wanted to approach Old Harry, this was indeed a good choice.
"Alright," Hans finally nodded, "But we must act carefully. We cannot let the Carlos Syndicate's people detect our intentions."
Lynn smiled, and he patted Hans's shoulder: "Don't worry, Hans. I've already made a plan. We just need to follow the plan, and we will definitely succeed."
In the following days, Lynn and Hans began to prepare intensively. They collected Old Harry's preferences and habits through various channels, and formulated a detailed action plan. At the same time, they also began scouting and reconnaissance work at the "Dark Night" nightclub, ensuring that every detail was foolproof.
Finally, on a weekend night, Lynn and Hans arrived at the "Dark Night" nightclub. They wore fashionable clothes and blended into the crowd, looking like ordinary young people. However, their gazes were always fixed in one direction – Old Harry's booth.
Old Harry was sitting in the booth, surrounded by several young, beautiful girls and a few fierce-looking men. They seemed to be enjoying this wild night, completely unaware of Lynn and Hans's presence.
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances; they knew it was time to act. They slowly approached Old Harry's booth, trying to find a suitable opportunity to get close to him.
However, just as they were about to get close, an accident happened. A drunk man suddenly bumped into Lynn, knocking the wine glass from his hand. The wine glass arced through the air and landed squarely on Old Harry's head.
"Bastard!" Old Harry roared, he suddenly stood up, his gaze fiercely sweeping around, "Who did that?"
Lynn secretly cursed; he knew this accident might disrupt their plan. However, he did not panic, but quickly calmed down and came up with a countermeasure.
He walked to Old Harry with a feigned apology, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, sir. That's my friend; he's drunk. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Old Harry glared at Lynn, seemingly about to erupt. However, when he saw Lynn's sincere expression and Hans's seemingly harmless smile beside him, he slowly nodded: "Alright, I'll let you off this time. But, be careful next time!"
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief; he knew the crisis was temporarily averted. At the same time, he also realized that this might be a good opportunity to get close to Old Harry.
"Sir," Lynn continued, "To show our apology, we'd like to buy you a drink. Do you have time?"
Old Harry looked at Lynn, seemingly hesitant. However, when he saw the high-end whiskey in Lynn and Hans's hands, he nodded: "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll accept."
Lynn and Hans exchanged smiles; they knew that half of the plan had already succeeded.
Manhattan's night was inky black, neon lights flickered in the humid air, casting a mysterious veil over this sleepless city. The "Undercurrent" bar, located in a corner of the city, was bustling at this moment. Low jazz music flowed through the air, intertwining with the guests' whispers to form a silent nocturne. Lynn and Hans sat at a corner table, their eyes occasionally scanning the door, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.
"Will he come?" Hans asked in a low voice, toying with an empty wine glass in his hand, a hint of unease in his eyes.
"He will definitely come." Lynn replied with certainty, his gaze firm and profound, "Harry, that kid, although rebellious, still trusts us. Especially when he wants to show off something."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bar door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Harry's figure appeared at the doorway, he was wearing a leather jacket, his hair slightly messy, and his eyes held a hint of wildness. He looked around, and quickly locked onto Lynn and Hans's location, striding over.
"Hey, gentlemen, long time no see." Harry plopped down into a chair, laughing heartily.
"Not late, just right." Lynn smiled and handed him a drink, "Come, a toast to your freedom."
The three clinked glasses and drank them down. The warm current of alcohol slid down their throats, seemingly melting away the barriers between them.
"I heard you two have been quite interested in the Carlos Syndicate recently?" Harry suddenly spoke, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, secretly delighted. They knew that Harry's words meant their conversation was about to get down to business.
"Yes, the Carlos Syndicate has been very prominent recently, how could we not be interested?" Lynn said with feigned nonchalance, "But, Harry, you seem to know a lot about the Carlos Syndicate."
Harry heard this, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Of course, my dad is a high-level executive in the Syndicate. But, there are some things, even I can't just casually say."
"Oh? So mysterious?" Hans feigned surprise and raised an eyebrow, "Then can you reveal something less mysterious? For example, has the Syndicate had any major moves recently?"
Harry pondered for a moment, seemingly weighing something. Finally, he slowly spoke: "Actually, there's something I've always wanted to say, but I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."
"Say it, Harry." Lynn encouraged, "We've been through storms; there's nothing we can't accept."
Harry took a deep breath, and lowered his voice, saying: "The Carlos Syndicate is secretly researching Mutants."
"What?!" Lynn and Hans exclaimed simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"You heard right, Mutants." Harry repeated, "Those beings with superhuman abilities. The Syndicate doesn't know where they got this technology from, and they are secretly conducting experiments."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances; they knew the seriousness of this news. The emergence of Mutants would completely disrupt the existing social order, and might even trigger an unprecedented crisis.
"Harry, are you sure?" Lynn asked in a deep voice, "This is not a joke."
"I'm absolutely certain," Harry said seriously.
"I've seen those test subjects with my own eyes; their abilities are beyond imagination.
And, the Carlos Syndicate seems to be looking for a way to apply this ability to ordinary people."
"This is insane!" Hans couldn't help but curse.
"What is the Carlos Syndicate thinking?
Don't they know the consequences of doing this?"
"Consequences?" Harry gave a bitter laugh.
"In their eyes, there's only profit and power.
As for consequences, that's someone else's problem."
The three fell silent, each pondering the shock brought by this news.
The music in the bar continued to play, but at this moment, it sounded particularly jarring.
"Harry," Lynn finally broke the silence, "can you tell us more about this plan?
For example, where are they conducting the experiments?
What stage are the experiments at?"
Harry shook his head, his expression grave: "I only know the general idea; my dad never let me participate in the specific details.
Moreover, the Carlos Syndicate's secrecy is very tight; it's almost impossible to inquire about more information."
"Then what should we do?" Hans asked anxiously.
"We can't just sit here and wait to die, can we?"
"Of course not." Lynn's eyes gleamed with determination.
"We must find a way to stop the Carlos Syndicate's plan.
Whether it's for the stability of society or for those innocent test subjects."
"But what should we do?" Harry looked at Lynn and Hanswith some confusion.
"Our power is too small; we can't possibly fight the Carlos Syndicate."
"No," Lynn patted Harry's shoulder, "power has its size, but justice will never be absent.
As long as we unite, we will definitely find a way to defeat them."
In the following days, Lynn, Hans, and Harry began to intensively collect information about the Carlos Syndicateand the Mutant plan.
They used their respective resources and channels to gradually piece together a general outline.
However, as the investigation deepened, they also became increasingly aware of the complexity and danger of this plan.
"We have to be careful," Hans reminded during a secret meeting.
"The people of the Carlos Syndicate are not to be trifled with; they will definitely try everything to stop us."
"I know," Lynn said in a deep voice, "but we cannot give up because of fear.
We must find those test subjects and expose the Carlos Syndicate's crimes."
"But we don't even know where the test subjects are," Harry said somewhat dejectedly.
"Don't worry," Lynn comforted, "there will always be clues.
As long as we don't give up, we will definitely find them."
Just as the three were at a standstill, an unexpected piece of news reached their ears.
It turned out that a scientist from the Carlos Syndicate, dissatisfied with the syndicate's practices, decided to come forward and reveal the truth.
He secretly sent some key information to Lynn and them.
"That's great!" Harry shouted excitedly.
"Now we have hope!"
"Don't get too happy too soon," Lynn reminded, "this is just the beginning; the real challenge is still ahead."
Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, dappling Harry's face.
He slowly opened his eyes, and everything from last night echoed in his mind like a nightmare.
Lynn, Hans, and that secret about the Carlos Syndicate, weighed on his heart like a huge stone.
He knew that he couldn't bear this alone; he had to tell his father.
Harry got dressed and walked out of his room, encountering his father, Old Harry, who was reading the newspaper in the living room.
Old Harry was a burly, stern-faced middle-aged man, his eyes always revealing an undeniable authority.
"Dad, I have something I want to tell you," Harry said, mustering his courage, in a low voice.
Old Harry looked up, glanced at Harry, and said coldly, "What is it?"
Harry took a deep breath and told his father everything about his meeting with Lynn and Hans last night and what they discussed.
He had expected his father to understand his difficulties and support their righteous actions; however, events unfolded far beyond his expectations.
Old Harry's face grew increasingly gloomy with Harry's narration, eventually turning almost ashen.
He slammed the table, stood up, and glared at Harry: "Do you know what you're saying?
Is the Carlos Syndicate's business something you can meddle with?"
Harry was intimidated by his father's imposing manner and involuntarily took a step back: "But, Dad, they are doing immoral things, we can't just stand by."
"Immoral?" Old Harry sneered.
"There are countless immoral things in this World; can you manage them all?
And, why do you think you can change anything?
You're just a wet-behind-the-ears kid!"
Harry was stung by his father's words; he widened his eyes and retorted: "Dad, I'm doing this for justice, for those innocent people.
We can't choose to be silent out of fear."
"Justice?" Old Harry was furious; he stepped forward and slapped Harry hard.
"Is this your so-called justice?
Do you know how much trouble you'll bring us by doing this?
The Carlos Syndicate is not someone we can provoke!"
Harry's face stung, and he was stunned; he had never seen his father so angry, nor had he ever been hit by his father.
He felt a wave of grievance and confusion, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Dad, I..." Harry choked, unable to speak.
Old Harry looked at Harry in this state, and the anger in his heart subsided a little.
He sighed and said in a serious tone: "Harry, I know you have a sense of justice; that's a good thing.
However, this World is much more complicated than you think.
Some things cannot be solved by mere passion.
It's best if you don't meddle in the Carlos Syndicate's affairs anymore, or you'll only harm yourself and our family."
Harry fell silent; he knew he couldn't persuade his father, and he understood his father's worries.
However, his inner sense of justice prevented him from giving up just like that.
He looked up at his father and said firmly: "Dad, I understand your concern, but I can't just stand by and watch them do bad things.
I'll be careful and won't put myself in danger."
Old Harry looked at Harry's determined eyes, and his heart couldn't help but waver.
He knew that his son was a person with his own opinions, and once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change.
However, as a father, he had a responsibility to protect his family and couldn't let Harry take this risk.
"Harry," Old Harry said earnestly, "I know you have your own ideas, but this matter is truly too dangerous.
Promise me, don't meddle in the Carlos Syndicate's affairs anymore, okay?"
Harry looked at his father, his heart a mix of emotions.
He knew he couldn't disappoint his father like this, but he also couldn't go against his conscience.
Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly said: "Dad, I promise you, I'll be careful.
But, if I really find any important clues, I will definitely tell you."
Old Harry looked at Harry, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
He knew that his son had grown up and had his own thoughts and judgment.
He could no longer restrict him as he did when he was little; he could only silently support him, hoping he would be safe.
"Alright," Old Harry sighed helplessly, "you promise me, you must be careful.
If there's any danger, you must tell me immediately."
Harry nodded, a warm current welling up in his heart.
He knew that no matter what he did, his father would stand behind him, silently supporting him.
This family bond was his most precious treasure.
In a hidden corner of Manhattan, inside a seemingly ordinary coffee shop, Old Harry sat by the window, his expression grave.
His gaze occasionally swept outside the window, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
A cup of long-cold coffee sat on the table, but no one paid attention to it.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and Lynn and Hans walked into the coffee shop one after another, their eyes revealing a hint of determination.