Chapter 181 Lynn visits Hans
Old Harry raised his head, his gaze meeting Lynn and Hans, their eyes clashing in the air as if sparks were flying. He gestured for them to sit down, then slowly began, "Lynn, Hans, I know you've been investigating the Carlos Syndicate recently. As Harry's father and a member of the Syndicate, I have a responsibility to talk to you."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, already prepared in their hearts. They knew this moment would come sooner or later, but they hadn't expected it so quickly. Lynncleared his throat and spoke first, "Old Harry, our investigation into the Carlos Syndicate is not targeting you or Harry, but because we've uncovered some illegal activities of the Syndicate. These matters concern the life and death of many people, and we cannot stand idly by."
Old Harry's eyes flickered slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to be so direct. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Lynn, Hans, I understand your sense of justice. However, some things are not for you to meddle with. The Carlos Syndicate is a massive organization, its roots deeply embedded everywhere. If you continue to investigate, you will only bring trouble upon yourselves."
Hans scoffed, "Trouble? Old Harry, we are never afraid of trouble. If we choose to remain silent out of fear, what's the difference between us and those who aid and abet evil? We are investigating the Carlos Syndicate to expose the truth and protect innocent people."
Old Harry's expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Hans to be so unyielding. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "Hans, you're right. But, do you know? Some things, once exposed, will have unimaginable consequences. Not only will innocent people be harmed, but it could even trigger social unrest."
Lynn looked at Old Harry, a hint of determination in his eyes, "Old Harry, we understand your concerns. However, we cannot choose to escape because we fear the consequences. The truth will always come to light one day. And we are just a step ahead."
Old Harry fell silent; he knew he couldn't persuade Lynnand Hans. He sighed, slowly pulled a bulging envelope from his pocket, and placed it on the table, "This is five hundred thousand U.S. dollars, as compensation for your investigation. I hope you can take this money, leave this city, and no longer interfere with the Carlos Syndicate's affairs."
Lynn and Hans looked at the envelope on the table, their faces showing surprise. They hadn't expected Old Harryto try and settle them with money. Hans was the first to react; he stood up abruptly, glaring at Old Harry, "Old Harry, what kind of people do you take us for? We fight for justice, not for money! Take this money back! We will not give up the investigation!"
Lynn also stood up, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, "Old Harry, I once thought you were a man of justice. But now it seems I was wrong. To protect the Syndicate's interests, you would even stoop to bribing us with money. This greatly disappoints us."
Old Harry's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected Lynnand Hans to refuse him so resolutely. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "Lynn, Hans, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! The Carlos Syndicate is not something you can provoke! If you continue to investigate, you will bear the consequences!"
Hans scoffed, "Bear the consequences? Old Harry, are you threatening us? We tell you, we are not afraid of threats! We only know that justice will always triumph over evil! The crimes of the Carlos Syndicate will come to light one day!"
Lynn also looked at Old Harry, saying firmly, "Old Harry, we hope you can understand that our investigation into the Carlos Syndicate is not for personal gain, but for the justice and peace of society. We hope you can stand on the side of justice, instead of aiding and abetting evil."
Old Harry fell silent. He looked at Lynn and Hans's determined eyes, and his heart couldn't help but waver. He knew he couldn't persuade them, nor could he bribe them with money. He sighed and slowly said, "Alright, since you are so resolute, I have nothing more to say. However, I hope you can understand that the Carlos Syndicate is not as simple as you imagine. You must proceed with caution."
Lynn and Hans exchanged smiles. They knew they had completely fallen out with the Carlos Syndicate. But they weren't afraid, because they believed that justice would always triumph over evil. They looked at Old Harry and said firmly, "Old Harry, don't worry, we will proceed with caution. But we also hope you can understand that the light of justice can never be concealed."
With that, Lynn and Hans turned and left the cafe. Their figures appeared exceptionally resolute and upright in the afterglow of the sunset. Old Harry remained seated, watching their figures gradually disappear, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He knew that his son Harry was good friends with Lynn and Hans, and their choice made him feel somewhat conflicted. However, as a member of the Syndicate, he also had his own stance and choices.
As night fell, the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, casting a mysterious veil over the bustling metropolis. Hans finished a day of intense investigation, his heart heavy, as he embarked on his journey home. His mind was filled with the conspiracies and crimes of the Carlos Syndicate, the faces of innocent victims constantly surfacing in his mind, motivating him to press on, even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns.
Pedestrians were sparse on the street, and the sound of rain hitting the ground was monotonous and dull. Hanstightened his coat and quickened his pace, trying to get back to the small house that offered him a moment of peace as quickly as possible. However, just then, a sudden chill made him instantly alert; years of detective intuition told him that danger was approaching.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A series of hurried footsteps on the empty street sounded particularly harsh, followed by the faint clinking of metal. Hans spun around abruptly, only to see a Shadow dart out from the darkness, a cold gun barrel glinting in his hand, pointed directly at his heart.
"Who?!" Hans shouted, reacting quickly, tilting his body to one side, trying to dodge the impending danger.
"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the night sky, deafening. Hansfelt a sharp pain in his thigh, and a warm liquid flowed down his pant leg. He endured the pain, using his momentum to dive forward, rolling into the roadside bushes, trying to escape the killer's pursuit.
The killer did not give up, following closely, and the gun fired again, but this time Hans, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, cleverly dodged the fatal attack. He knew in his heart that he had to find an opportunity to counterattack quickly, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
"You can't escape, Hans!" The killer's voice in the night was particularly eerie, as if a summons from hell.
Hans gritted his teeth, using the cover of the bushes to move little by little to the other side of the street. He knew that as long as he could stall until someone passed by, or find an opportunity to counterattack, he might escape danger.
However, the killer seemed to know his whereabouts perfectly, with every movement accompanied by the echo of gunshots. Hans's thigh wound bled continuously, and his strength was gradually depleting. He began to feel despair; was the path of justice really going to end this way?
Just then, a dazzling beam of light cut through the night, and a police car roared up, stopping not far away. Two police officers quickly got out, holding batons and pistols, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
"Over there! Someone fired a gun!" Hans shouted with his last ounce of strength, his voice weak but enough to attract the officers' attention.
Seeing this, the killer's face changed, and he turned to flee. But it was too late; the officers quickly pursued him, simultaneously calling for backup. Hans felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and the World before his eyes began to blur, but he knew he had finally gotten help.
"Hold on, Hans! We'll take you to the hospital right away!" A police officer's voice sounded in his ear, warm and strong.
Hans barely opened his eyes and saw the police badge on the officer's chest, a strange sense of relief welling up in his heart.
The city after the rain was filled with the fragrance of earth, yet it couldn't mask the pungent smell of disinfectant from the hospital.
Lynn, carrying a basket of fruit, hurried through the hospital corridor, his heart filled with anxiety and unease.
He had just learned from the police station that Hans had been attacked, and at that moment, his World seemed to be covered by dark clouds, an unspeakable fear and anger intertwined, driving him to rush to the hospital immediately.
Pushing open the ward door, Lynn saw Hans lying on the hospital bed, his face pale, but his eyes still shining with an unyielding light.
Lynn's heart tightened, and he quickly walked to the bedside, gently placing the fruit in his hand on the nightstand.
"Hans, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Lynn's voice was filled with unconcealed concern.
Hans forced a smile, though it showed a hint of weakness: "Don't worry, I'm fine.
I just got shot in the thigh, and the Doctor said I'd be fine after some rest."
Lynn's gaze fell on Hans's bandaged thigh, and a pang of pain shot through his heart.
He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, yet he didn't feel it.
"Tell me, who did it?" His voice was low and firm, as if every word contained infinite power.
Hans's eyes became solemn as he slowly recalled that thrilling night: "It was a Black man, tall, about 1.9 meters, wearing a black hoodie, with a mask on his face, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.
His movements were swift and ruthless; he was clearly a well-trained killer."
Lynn's brows furrowed, and a blurry image quickly formed in his mind.
He knew that finding the killer with just these descriptions would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, but he would never give up.
"Hans, don't worry, I will definitely find this guy and make him pay!"
Hans gently shook his head, a hint of worry in his tone: "Lynn, I know your determination, but this opponent is not simple.
The Carlos Syndicate has a huge influence behind it; we need to be more careful."
Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes shining with firm resolve: "I know, but we can't back down because of fear.
Hans, you lying here is the greatest motivation for us.
I won't let anyone harm you, and I certainly won't let the Carlos Syndicate's crimes continue to go unpunished."
With that, Lynn stood up, ready to leave the ward to begin his investigation.
Hans suddenly called out to him: "Lynn, wait.
There's something else that I find very strange.
Before the killer acted, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if confirming my identity.
This makes me feel very strange; logically, they should have acted directly."
Lynn paused at the words, his brows furrowing even more.
This detail was indeed unusual; it might hide some crucial information.
"Hans, are you sure? Did he really hesitate?"
Hans nodded, and despite his physical weakness, his eyes were exceptionally firm: "I'm sure; I was very close to him at that moment, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination."
Lynn pondered for a moment, and a bold guess emerged in his mind: "Perhaps this killer isn't entirely under the command of the Carlos Syndicate.
He might have his own thoughts, or... he knows us?"
Hans's eyes flashed with surprise at the words, but he quickly shook his head again: "That's unlikely, isn't it?
We don't have much interaction with the people of the Carlos Syndicate, except for those under investigation."
Lynn, however, did not completely rule out this possibility: "No, Hans, we can't rule out any possibility.
Sometimes, the truth is often hidden in those seemingly impossible details.
I'm going to investigate and see if I can find more clues about this killer."
With that, Lynn turned and left the ward, his heart filled with determination and fighting spirit.
He knew that this investigation would be more difficult and dangerous than ever before, but he also knew that he couldn't let Hans be injured in vain, nor could he let the Carlos Syndicate's crimes continue to rage.
In the following days, Lynn devoted almost all his time and energy to the investigation.
He visited the vicinity of the crime scene, questioned possible witnesses, and even retrieved nearby surveillance footage.
However, the killer's figure seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Whenever night fell, Lynn would sit at his desk, carefully studying every clue he had collected.
The image of Hans lying in the hospital bed, and the killer's cold yet hesitant eyes, kept appearing before him.
He knew he had to find the truth, for Hans and for the innocent victims.
Just as Lynn was about to fall into despair, an unexpected clue appeared.
A small-time thug who had once been involved with the Carlos Syndicate found Lynn, claiming to know something about the killer.
"Hey, officer, I heard you're looking for that Black killer?" The thug's eyes flashed with cunning, as if waiting for a response.
Lynn's heart stirred, but he remained calm: "What do you know? Tell me."
The thug chuckled and leaned in closer: "Let me tell you, that killer is Jack; he used to be in the underworld too.
But later, for some reason, he retired.
However, recently, he suddenly reappeared, and he seems to be very close to the Carlos Syndicate."
Lynn's eyes instantly sharpened: "Jack? Why did he retire? And why would he get involved with the Carlos Syndicate?"
The thug shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either: "I don't know, officer.
But that's all I know; if you want to know more, you'll have to investigate yourself."
Lynn had already made up his mind; he patted the thug's shoulder: "Alright, thank you for the information.
But remember, don't try to hide anything, or you'll bear the consequences."
The thug shivered in fear and quickly nodded in agreement.
As night fell, the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, casting a mysterious veil over this bustling metropolis.
Lynn stood by the police station window, his gaze piercing through the rain, his heart churning with endless waves.
He had just received a call from his subordinate; the killer he had been tracking had died.
This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking Lynn's already taut nerves.
"How is that possible? How could he suddenly die?" Lynnturned around, his sharp gaze fixed on the reporting subordinate.
The subordinate lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "We don't know either, Officer Lynn.
We followed him as you instructed, but just now, we found him lying in an abandoned warehouse, already... already without breath."
Lynn clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, yet he didn't feel the pain.
He knew that the killer's death was no accident, but a ruthless act by those guys from the Carlos Syndicate to cover up the truth.
They acted viciously, never leaving any evidence, and this time was no exception.
"Let's go, take me to the scene." Lynn's voice was low and firm, as if every word contained infinite power.
The rain did not subside, but intensified.
Lynn and his subordinate drove to the scene, the Worldoutside the car window blurred by the rain, as if foreshadowing that the truth about to emerge would also be shrouded in layers of mist.
Upon arriving at the warehouse, Lynn saw that the scene had been cordoned off, and several police officers were busy investigating.
He quickly walked forward, his gaze sweeping over the body on the ground, and a pang of pain shot through his heart.
The killer he had tracked for many days now lay quietly there, devoid of all life.
"What's the situation?" Lynn looked at the police officer in charge of the investigation, his tone a bit eager.
The police officer shook his head, his expression solemn: "There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased; the preliminary judgment is death due to drug overdose.
There were no signs of a struggle at the scene, and no useful clues were left behind."
Lynn's brows furrowed, and a ominous premonition surged in his heart.
He squatted down, carefully observing the killer's body, trying to find a clue.
However, as the police officer said, the killer's body was so clean that it seemed as if he had never existed, with no items that could prove his identity or cause of death.
"Officer Lynn, look at this." The subordinate suddenly pointed to the killer's wrist, where there was a watch that had stopped ticking.
Chapter 182 Protecting Stacy's Family
Lynn took the watch and examined it carefully. It was an ordinary watch, but a line of small letters was engraved on the dial, as if it were some kind of special mark. His heart stirred, and he immediately thought of something: "This is... the Carlos Syndicate's symbol!"
Upon hearing this, his subordinate's expression changed: "Carlos Syndicate? Could it be... they did it?"
Lynn didn't answer, but he had already confirmed the answer in his heart. He stood up, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the warehouse, trying to find more clues about the Carlos Syndicate. However, the place seemed to have been thoroughly cleaned, leaving nothing but the killer's body.
"Officer Lynn, what should we do next?" The subordinate looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with confusion and unease.
Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner emotions: "We can't just give up. Since the Carlos Syndicate dared to do this, they must have their purpose. We need to continue to investigate deeply and find out the truth behind them."
The night was as dark as ink, and the city's hustle and bustle gradually quieted down under the cover of night, leaving only the occasional roar of cars and vague distant lights. Lynn stood by the window of the Police station, his gaze piercing through layers of rain, his heart filled with an unspeakable anxiety. He had just received an anonymous call, the voice on the other end low and urgent, claiming that Stacy's family was facing unprecedented danger. Stacy, the foster father who had given him warmth and care in his childhood, was now his deepest concern.
"We can't just sit idly by." Lynn turned around, his gaze firmly fixed on his busy subordinates. "Jack, immediately take people to watch Stacy's house. Report any unusual activity to me immediately."
Jack looked up, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Boss, hasn't Stacy's house always been safe? Why suddenly..."
Lynn interrupted him, his tone firm and unquestionable: "Don't ask why, my intuition tells me that this matter is not simple. We must ensure their safety, no matter what happens."
Seeing this, Jack stopped asking questions and immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, Boss. I'll arrange for people to go over immediately."
As Jack hurried away, Lynn's anxiety did not lessen in the slightest. He knew that the danger Stacy's family was in was likely related to the case he had been investigating recently. That major case involving gang forces, smuggling, and drug trafficking had put him on the brink of death many times, and Stacy's family might have become a bargaining chip for the other party's revenge.
As night deepened, the rain became more intense. Lynnsat in his office, his eyes fixed on the map on the table, silently planning possible emergency solutions. Suddenly, the telephone rang, breaking the silence of the night. Lynn quickly grabbed the phone: "Speak."
Jack's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss, it's not good! Suspicious individuals have appeared near Stacy's house, and they are approaching the house!"
Lynn's heart tightened, and he immediately stood up: "Don't act rashly yet, protect yourselves, I'll be there right away!"
Hanging up the phone, Lynn quickly put on his coat, picked up the pistol and spare magazine from the table, and strode out of the Police station. In the rainy night, his figure was like a flash of lightning, quickly disappearing into the vast darkness.
When Lynn arrived at Stacy's house, he saw Jack and several subordinates hiding in the nearby bushes, nervously observing the surrounding movements. Lynnapproached them and asked in a low voice: "How's the situation?"
Jack pointed to a black car not far away: "That car just stopped at Stacy's doorstep, and several people got out. They don't look like good people."
Lynn followed Jack's finger and saw that the people were wearing black trench coats, hats, and masks, clearly intending to hide their identities. His heart sank, and he immediately realized that these people were likely after Stacy's family.
"We can't sit back and do nothing," Lynn whispered. "Jack, you take two people to go around from the back, and I'll distract them from the front. Remember, you must ensure the safety of Stacy's family."
Jack nodded in agreement, taking two subordinates and quietly moving to the back. Lynn took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and strode towards Stacy's doorstep.
As he was about to approach the door, the black-clad men suddenly turned around, their gazes sharp as they stared at him. Lynn was not afraid and walked directly in front of them, showing his Police badge: "I am the Police, what are you doing here?"
The leader of the black-clad men sneered: "Police? We're waiting for a friend, what's it to you?"
Lynn sneered inwardly; these people were clearly lying. He deliberately feigned ignorance: "Waiting for a friend? It's so late, will your friend come here?"
The leader's eyes narrowed, as if he realized something, and he suddenly waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to act. Lynn was already prepared and quickly retreated backward, while drawing his pistol and pointing it at them: "Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
However, these black-clad men were clearly not to be trifled with. They quickly pulled out their weapons from their pockets and confronted Lynn. Just then, Jack and his subordinates suddenly appeared from behind, launching a fierce attack on the black-clad men. A fierce gunfight erupted in the rainy night.
Lynn dodged bullets while looking for opportunities to shoot at the black-clad men. He knew that he had to deal with these enemies as soon as possible, otherwise Stacy's family would be in greater danger. However, these black-clad men were well-trained and agile, making it difficult to deal with them in a short time.
Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Lynn suddenly had an idea. He deliberately exposed a flaw, making the leader think he had an opportunity. The leader indeed fell for it and lunged forward. Lynn seized the opportunity, grabbed his arm, and swung him hard, throwing him to the ground. At the same time, he quickly aimed his gun at the leader's head: "Don't move! Or I'll kill you!"
The leader was intimidated by Lynn's aura and immediately dared not move. The other black-clad men, seeing this, also stopped their actions. Lynn seized the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Put down your weapons! Or I'll shoot!"
Under Lynn's deterrence, the black-clad men finally chose to surrender. They all put down their weapons and obediently squatted on the ground.
The night was as dark as ink, and the FBI building was brightly lit, forming a stark contrast with the darkness outside. Lynn stood by the glass window of the interrogation room, his gaze sternly watching the black-clad men who were being interrogated inside. Each of these black-clad men had once been ghosts on the dark web, carrying out unknown secret missions, until last night, when they were all caught by Lynn and his team.
"Boss, these guys are really stubborn, they won't say anything." Jack walked out of the interrogation room, looking a little frustrated.
Lynn frowned, a sense of helplessness welling up in his heart. He knew that these black-clad men were just the tip of the iceberg, and the real mastermind was still hidden in the dark, at large. Their only clue was the missions these black-clad men received from the dark web.
"Do they really not know the identity of the employer?" Lynn asked in a deep voice.
Jack nodded: "Yes, Boss. They all said they just acted according to the instructions on the dark web and had never seen the employer, nor did they know who the employer was."
Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze turning to the black-clad men in the interrogation room. They all hung their heads, silent, as if indifferent to their impending fate. Lynnknew that although these people were hateful, they were just pawns manipulated by the mastermind.
"Interrogate them again, see if we can find any breakthrough," Lynn instructed.
However, as time went by, the interrogation results were disappointing. The black-clad men stuck to their silent bottom line, no matter how they were interrogated, they refused to reveal any information about the employer. Lynn and the team were in an unprecedented predicament.
"Boss, what should we do?" Jack looked at Lynn, anxiety flickering in his eyes.
Lynn was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "We can't just give up. Although the dark web is mysterious, it's not foolproof. We need to investigate from the source and find the publishers of these missions."
Lynn's words were firm, as if he was cheering himself and his team on. However, he knew in his heart that the complexity and hidden nature of the dark web made this mission almost impossible to complete. But even so, he couldn't just give up.
In the following days, Lynn and the team launched an in-depth investigation. They tracked the black-clad men's online activities, analyzed their transaction records, and even tried to infiltrate the dark web to find clues about the employer. However, every effort was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.
"Boss, did we go in the wrong direction?" Jack looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with confusion.
Lynn shook his head, his gaze firm: "No, we didn't go wrong. Although the dark web is elusive, as long as we persevere, we will always find clues."
Just then, an unexpected discovery gave Lynn and the team hope. In the black-clad man's transaction records, they found an account that appeared frequently, and this account seemed to be linked to multiple tasks.
"Boss, look at this account." Jack pointed to the account information on the screen, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Lynn looked closely, then slapped the table: "This is it! If we track this account, we might find clues about the employer!"
The team immediately sprang into action, conducting comprehensive monitoring and analysis of the account. After a period of effort, they finally discovered the true identity behind the account—a mysterious figure hidden deep within the dark web, known as "Shadow."
"Shadow?" Lynn looked at the information on the screen, a strong premonition rising in his heart, "This person is very likely the employer we are looking for."
However, when they tried to track Shadow further, they found that he had vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air. Lynn and the team were once again in a predicament.
"Boss, what should we do?" Jack looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Lynn took a deep breath, then slowly spoke: "We cannot give up just like that. Although Shadow is cunning, he will eventually show his hand. We must continue to monitor the dark web and wait for his reappearance."
Days passed, and Lynn and the team devoted almost all their energy to tracking Shadow. They worked day and night, analyzing data, sifting through clues, and even infiltrated the dark web multiple times as undercover agents. However, Shadow seemed to be aware of their presence and consistently refused to show himself.
"Boss, are we being too persistent?" Jack looked at Lynn, his eyes showing fatigue, "Perhaps we should change direction."
Lynn shook his head, his gaze firm: "No, we cannot give up. Shadow is our only clue; only by finding him can we uncover the truth."
Just as Lynn and the team were almost exhausted, unexpected news arrived. Someone had posted a new task on the dark web, and the publisher of this task was none other than Shadow!
"Boss, look!" Jack pointed at the task information on the screen, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Lynn looked at the screen, a strong premonition rising in his heart. He knew this was their only chance, and they had to seize it.
The team moved quickly, following the directions from the task information to a remote warehouse. The warehouse was empty, with only a table and a computer. Lynn and the team quickly surrounded the warehouse, preparing to wait for Shadow's appearance.
Time passed minute by minute, but there was no movement inside the warehouse. Lynn and the team began to feel anxious, unsure if Shadow would truly appear. However, just then, the warehouse lights suddenly came on, and a figure in a black trench coat slowly walked out.
"Shadow!" Lynn shouted, quickly pulling out his pistol and pointing it at him.
Shadow, however, seemed unfazed. He smiled at Lynn: "Officer Lynn, we finally meet."
Lynn gripped his pistol tightly, his gaze cold: "Who exactly are you? Why did you post those tasks?"
Shadow smiled, then slowly spoke: "I am just an intermediary, responsible for connecting employers and task executors. As for who the employer is, I do not know."
Lynn frowned: "You're lying! You must know the employer's identity!"
Shadow, however, shook his head: "Officer Lynn, you are mistaken. On the dark web, everyone is anonymous, and I am no exception. I only know the content and requirements of the tasks; as for who the employer is, I truly do not know."
Lynn looked at Shadow, a strong sense of helplessness rising in his heart. He knew that what Shadow said might be true. On the dark web, everyone was just a code name and a mask; their true identities were always hidden behind the scenes.
"Then why did you post those tasks?" Lynn asked again.
Shadow was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Because someone was willing to pay, and I am just a tool for making money. On the dark web, there is no morality or justice, only profit and money."
Lynn listened to Shadow's words, a strong surge of anger rising within him. He knew that although Shadow was just a pawn of the mastermind, his existence fueled the spread of crime. He had to eliminate this pawn to bring justice to the innocent victims.
"Shadow, you have committed unforgivable crimes." Lynn's voice was low and firm, "You must pay the price for your actions."
With that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. A gunshot rang out, and Shadow fell to the ground. However, in Lynn's heart, there was no sense of relief. He knew that although Shadow had been eliminated, the mastermind still lurked in the shadows, waiting for the next opportunity to arrive.
A few days later.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, casting dappled patterns on the hospital corridor. Lynn stood at the door of the ward, holding a bouquet of flowers, a relaxed smile on his face. He had just returned from a tense mission, but the fatigue in his heart instantly vanished upon hearing the news that his friend Hans was about to be discharged.
"Hans, you rascal, you're finally getting discharged!" Lynnpushed open the ward door, strode in, and placed the flowers on the bedside table.
Hans was sitting on the bed, his face a bit pale, but his eyes gleamed with an unyielding spirit. He saw Lynn and a smile touched his lips: "Lynn, you're here. Yes, finally able to leave this dreadful place."
Lynn pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Hanswith concern: "How's your recovery going? What did the Doctor say?"
Hans shrugged, saying casually: "Not bad, just a bit weak still. The Doctor said as long as the follow-up rehabilitation is done well, I'll recover completely soon."
Lynn nodded, but he knew in his heart that Hans's injuries were far more serious than he let on. During that mission, Hans had risked his life to protect him, resulting in severe injuries. Lynn would always remember this friendship.
"Hans, I have a suggestion." Lynn suddenly said, "After you're discharged, let's go to the fighting arena together. You need to regain your strength, and I also want to practice. How about it?"
Hans was startled, then a flicker of excitement appeared in his eyes: "Fighting arena? Good idea! I've been wanting to spar with you for a long time."
Lynn smiled; he knew Hans had always been passionate about fighting, and this suggestion was exactly what he wanted. The two exchanged smiles, as if they were back in those carefree, passionate days of fighting side by side.
That afternoon, Lynn drove Hans to a fighting arena on the outskirts of the city. Although this fighting arena was not large, it had complete facilities and a lively atmosphere. As soon as they entered the venue, they could feel the strong scent of male hormones.
"This place is good." Hans looked around, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Lynn, let's warm up first."
Lynn nodded, and the two began to jog and stretch in the venue, preparing for the upcoming training. After warming up, they changed into professional fighting gear and stood in the center of the fighting arena.
"Hans, are you ready?" Lynn looked at Hans, a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Hans grinned: "Of course, come on, let me see if your skills have regressed."
Before his words fell, both of them launched their attacks simultaneously, engaging in a fierce offense and defense. Lynn's boxing was powerful and strong, while Hans was skilled in leg techniques, flexible and versatile. They went back and forth in the fighting arena, fighting to a standstill.
"Lynn, your punches are still as hard as ever." Hansdodged Lynn's heavy punch and said with a smile.
Lynn smiled slightly: "You're not bad either; your leg techniques are getting sharper."
The two chatted as they fought, as if they were back in those carefree training days. However, as the training deepened, Lynn gradually noticed that Hans's stamina seemed to be struggling. His movements began to slow down, and his breathing became rapid.
Chapter 183 Lin En Fights Off the Bad Guys
"Hans, are you alright?" Lynn stopped his attack and asked with concern.
Hans waved his hand, panting, and said, "I'm fine, just a bit weak. Let me rest for a while, and then we'll continue."
Lynn nodded, but felt a little worried. He knew that Hans's injuries had not fully recovered, and such high-intensity training might put a strain on his body. But he also understood that Hans was a stubborn person who would not give up easily.
The two sat by the side of the field to rest for a while, then Hans stood up again: "Lynn, let's continue. I can't let myself fall too far behind."
Lynn looked at Hans's determined eyes, and a sense of respect surged within him. He nodded, and once again began a confrontation with Hans. This time, they no longer fought as fiercely as before, but focused more on the use of skill and strategy. Lynn patiently guided Hanson how to exert force better and how to defend and counterattack, and Hans humbly accepted, constantly trying new moves.
As time passed, their cooperation became more and more tacit. They sweated on the fighting arena, enjoying the pleasure brought by each strike. The audience in the venue was also attracted by their wonderful performance and stopped to watch.
"Lynn, you did really well today." Hans wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.
Lynn also smiled: "You too. I think your leg work has improved again."
The two looked at each other and smiled, as if all the fatigue and pain had vanished at this moment. They knew that no matter what challenges and difficulties they faced in the future, as long as they could fight side by side and support each other, nothing could stop them from moving forward.
As the sun set, the crowd in the fighting arena gradually dispersed. Lynn and Hans sat by the side of the field, enjoying a moment of tranquility. They talked about past experiences, future dreams, and the unforgettable moments they had spent together. Every conversation was full of laughter and emotion, as if they had returned to those youthful and beautiful years.
"Hans, thank you." Hans suddenly said, "Thank you for always being by my side, supporting me and encouraging me. If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to persevere until now."
Lynn patted Hans on the shoulder: "Brothers don't say thank you. We are comrades and brothers for life."
The two clasped hands tightly, their eyes gleaming with determination.
The night was as dark as ink, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsided under the cover of night. The lights of Hans's home looked particularly warm in the darkness, and the dining table was filled with steaming hot dinner. Hans and Lisa sat opposite each other, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
"How was school today?" Hans asked while eating, his eyes full of care for Lisa.
Lisa smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with youthful radiance: "It was so interesting today, our class organized a debate, and as the representative of the affirmative side, I gave it my all!"
Hans asked with interest: "Oh? What was the topic of the debate? How did you perform?"
Lisa excitedly described: "The topic was 'Does Technology Make Humans Happier?'. Of course, I argued strongly and presented many points! Although I didn't win in the end, I think I did pretty well."
Hans smiled and nodded, his eyes full of gratification: "Lisa, you've always been great. No matter the outcome, what's important is that you dare to express your thoughts, and that's the most valuable thing."
The two ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. However, this tranquility did not last long, as a sudden loud noise broke the harmony.
"Bang!" The door was violently kicked open, and a group of people rushed in. They were dressed in black, with masks on their faces, revealing only their cold eyes.
Hans and Lisa were both startled by this sudden change. Hans quickly stood up, blocking Lisa, and vigilantly looked at the uninvited guests: "Who are you? What do you want?"
One of the men in black said coldly: "We're here to take Lisa. If you know what's good for you, don't meddle."
Hans's heart tightened, but he quickly calmed down. He knew that these people meant no good and he had to find a way to protect Lisa.
"Lisa is my sister, I won't let you take her." Hans's tone was firm, his eyes revealing an unquestionable resolve.
The man in black sneered: "Hmph, overestimating yourself. Go, take Lisa away!"
At the command of the man in black, several subordinates quickly approached Hans and Lisa. Hans was fearless, he grabbed Lisa's hand, ready to fight to the death.
"Lisa, don't be afraid, stay close to me!" Hans whispered to Lisa.
Although Lisa was pale with fright, when she heard Hans's words, she nodded and tightly held Hans's hand. She knew that as long as Hans was there, she had the most solid support.
Hans and Lisa began a fierce struggle with the men in black. Although Hans was skilled, facing so many enemies, he gradually felt overwhelmed. However, he did not give up, but used all his strength to repeatedly repel the approaching men in black.
"Hans, look out!" Lisa suddenly shouted.
Hans was startled and turned his head to see a man in black quietly Around to his back, preparing to sneak attack. Hans was shocked, but he reacted quickly, abruptly turned around, and kicked the man in black to the ground.
However, at this moment, another man in black seized the opportunity to grab Lisa's arm, preparing to drag her away. Lisa screamed in terror, and Hans was anxious. He struggled to break free from the men in black around him and lunged forward.
"Let her go!" Hans roared, punching the man in black who was holding Lisa in the face.
The man in black cried out in pain and let go. Lisa took the opportunity to break free and hid behind Hans. Hanstightly protected Lisa, his eyes like torches, staring at the men in black in front of him.
"Who exactly are you? Why do you want to take Lisa?" Hans questioned again.
The man in black looked at him coldly: "Hmph, you don't need to know. We must take Lisa today, so if you know what's good for you, stop with the futile resistance."
Hans took a deep breath, he knew that this battle was unavoidable today. He had to do his best to protect Lisaand get her to safety.
"Lisa, are you ready?" Hans asked in a low voice.
Lisa nodded, although her heart was full of fear, she trusted Hans, believing that they could get through this difficult time together.
"Alright, then let's go!" Hans said, then grabbed Lisa's hand and rushed towards the door.
Seeing this, the men in black chased after them. Hans and Lisa dodged left and right in the narrow room, engaging in a thrilling chase with the men in black.
"Hans, this way!" Lisa shouted, pointing to a passage.
Hans took a look, quickly assessed the situation, and rushed over with Lisa. They passed through a corridor and came to a secluded corner. There was a small window here, just enough for them to escape through.
"Lisa, you climb out first!" Hans said, lifting Lisa up.
Lisa gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the window frame, and climbed out with difficulty. Hans followed closely, also climbing out of the window. They landed on the grass outside the window, quickly stood up, and ran into the distance.
The men in black chased to the window, looking at the retreating figures of Hans and Lisa, gritting their teeth in anger. They quickly chased out, vowing to catch Lisa.
Hans and Lisa ran wildly in the night, their hearts pounding like drums, their breathing rapid. But they knew they couldn't stop, they had to escape from here as quickly as possible.
"Hans, what should we do?" Lisa asked as she ran, her voice trembling slightly.
Hans tightly held Lisa's hand: "Don't be afraid, Lisa. We'll be fine. As long as we keep running, they definitely won't catch us."
Lisa nodded, she believed Hans's words. She knew that as long as Hans was there, she had endless courage and strength.
In the night, the figures of Hans and Lisa weaved through the streets. They ran through one street after another, through one alley after another. The men in black pursued relentlessly, but their speed gradually slowed down. After all, they were not as familiar with the terrain here as Hansand Lisa.
Finally, at a secluded street corner, Hans and Lisastopped. They hid in an abandoned warehouse, panting heavily.
"Are we safe?" Lisa looked at Hans, her eyes flickering with unease.
Hans nodded: "We should be safe. They shouldn't be able to catch up."
Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, she hugged Hans tightly: "Hans, thank you. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do."
Hans gently patted Lisa's back: "Lisa, don't be afraid. I will always protect you. No matter what happens, I won't let you get hurt."
Listening to Hans's words, Lisa's heart was filled with emotion. She knew that Hans had always been her strongest support. No matter what difficulties and challenges the future held, as long as Hans was there, she would have endless courage and strength to face everything.
The night was as dark as ink, and the deep darkness seemed to swallow the entire World. Hans and Lisaweaved through the narrow alleys, with black-clad figures hot on their heels, each step treading the edge of life and death. Their hearts pounded like drums, their breathing was short, but their eyes gleamed with an unyielding light.
"Hans, what should we do?" Lisa's voice trembled slightly, but it was more of determination.
Hans held her hand tightly, his gaze firm: "Don't be afraid, Lisa. I know a place where we can take refuge."
With that, he led Lisa into an even more secluded alley and finally arrived in front of an inconspicuous door. Hansknocked urgently, silently praying in his heart.
The door was pulled open abruptly, and Lynn's figure appeared. He saw Hans and Lisa, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but then he quickly regained his composure.
"Come in quickly!" Lynn whispered, swiftly pulling the two into the house and closing the door.
As soon as Hans and Lisa entered, they collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Lynn looked at them, his eyes filled with concern.
"What happened?" Lynn asked, simultaneously taking out a few towels from the cabinet and handing them to Hansand Lisa.
Hans took the towel, wiped the sweat from his face, and said in a deep voice: "We were chased by a group of black-clad men. They wanted to take Lisa away, I don't know why."
Lynn frowned tightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Black-clad men? Take Lisa away? This is definitely not a coincidence. Have you offended anyone recently?"
Lisa shook her head, her face pale: "I don't know. I've been at school recently and haven't made any enemies."
Hans also shook his head: "Me too. We've both been very low-key recently, not causing any trouble."
Lynn pondered for a moment, then stood up: "No matter who they are or what their purpose is, we can't let them succeed. Hans, take Lisa to the room inside to hide, I'll guard the door."
With that, he took a long gun and several boxes of bullets from the cabinet, skillfully loaded the magazine, and then stood by the door.
Hans and Lisa exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gratitude. They knew that Lynn was a trustworthy friend, and with him there, they had a guarantee of safety.
"Lynn, you must be careful." Hans whispered.
Lynn nodded: "Don't worry, I will."
After speaking, he closed the door, leaving only a crack to observe the situation outside. Hans and Lisa hid in the inner room, silently praying.
Time seemed to freeze, every second feeling extraordinarily long. Lynn stood by the door, his ear pressed to the crack, carefully listening to the movements outside. Suddenly, he heard a rapid sound of footsteps, quickly approaching.
"They're coming!" Lynn murmured to himself, simultaneously tightening his grip on the long gun.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the door. Lynn took a deep breath, preparing for the battle that was about to begin.
"Bang!" The door was violently kicked open, and several black-clad men rushed in. They saw Lynn, a flicker of surprise in their eyes, but then they quickly regained their composure.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere with our business?" One of the black-clad men said coldly.
Lynn sneered: "Who I am doesn't matter, what matters is that you can't take Lisa."
With that, he raised the long gun in his hand and aimed it at the black-clad men. Seeing this, the black-clad men pulled out their weapons and confronted Lynn.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, filled with the strong smell of gunpowder. Lynn knew that this battle was inevitable.
"You'd better back off, or don't blame me for being impolite." Lynn said coldly, his finger gently pulling the trigger.
The black-clad man sneered: "Hmph, do you think you can stop us? We are..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lynn suddenly fired. A bullet whizzed out, accurately hitting one of the black-clad men in the shoulder. The black-clad man screamed and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the other black-clad men fired at Lynn. Lynnwas agile, dodging bullets while continuously returning fire. His marksmanship was precise, each shot hitting a vital point of the black-clad men.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots echoed in the small space, deafening. Black-clad men continuously fell, but more continued to rush in.
Lynn knew that this wasn't going to work. He had to find a way to end this battle as quickly as possible, otherwise he, Hans, and Lisa would all be in danger.
He aimed at one of the black-clad leaders, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. However, just then, a black-clad man suddenly ambushed him from behind, slashing at Lynnwith a knife.
Lynn sensed the danger, quickly turned, and blocked the blade with his gun stock. But this blow also made him lose his balance, almost falling. Seeing this, the black-clad men took the opportunity to attack.
Lynn fell into a bitter struggle, but he did not give up. He dodged the black-clad men's attacks while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
"Lynn!" Hans and Lisa heard the gunshots outside from their room, their hearts filled with anxiety. They knew that Lynn was fighting for them, and they couldn't just sit by.
"Lisa, you stay here, don't move, I'm going out to help!" Hans said, then picked up a chair and rushed out of the room.
He came to the doorway and saw Lynn being surrounded by black-clad men. In a moment of urgency, he swung the chair and smashed it into one of the black-clad men. The black-clad man was dazed, and Hans took the opportunity to grab his gun and began to exchange fire with the black-clad men.
With Hans's addition, Lynn's pressure immediately lessened significantly. The two cooperated tacitly, defending and counterattacking, gradually forcing the black-clad men back.
"You two, hurry and go! I'll cover you!" Lynn shouted, simultaneously throwing a grenade at the black-clad men.
"Boom!" The grenade exploded, and the huge Impact sent the black-clad men scattering. Hans took the opportunity to pull Lisa and rush out the door, running into the distance.
Lynn followed closely, continuously firing to cover them. Although the black-clad men were scattered, they had not completely given up. They regrouped and chased after the three again.
However, Lynn and the other two had already run out of the alley and onto the main street. There were many people here, and the black-clad men did not dare to easily open fire. They could only watch as Lynn and the other two disappeared into the crowd.
Lynn led Hans and Lisa to a safe place. The three looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
"Lynn, thank you." Hans said gratefully.
Lynn patted his shoulder: "No need to thank me among brothers. We are comrades and brothers for life."
Lisa also hugged Lynn tightly: "Brother Lynn, you're really amazing!"
Lynn smiled: "It's nothing, just doing what I should do."
The three sat together, recalling the thrilling scene just now. They knew that although the battle was over, the mystery behind it had not yet been solved. Who exactly were the black-clad men? Why did they want to take Lisaaway? These questions still troubled them.
"No matter what, we will face it together." Hans said firmly.
Lynn and Lisa also nodded: "Yes, we face it together."
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, dappling Lynn and Hans's faces. The two awoke from their deep sleep, their eyes gleaming with unprecedented determination. After the fierce battle last night, they realized more clearly that merely relying on defense and evasion would not completely solve the threat posed by the Carlos Syndicate.
"Hans, we can't continue to be so passive." Lynn was the first to break the silence, his voice low and powerful, as if every word contained endless resolve.
Hans nodded, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "Last night's battle made me realize that the Carlos Syndicatewill definitely not let us go easily. We must take the initiative, find their weakness, and crush them in one fell swoop."
Chapter 184 Duke's Fury
Lynn stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the distant, bustling city.
He already had a plan in his mind: "I know a place that might help us find evidence of the Carlos Syndicate's crimes."
Upon hearing this, Hans immediately leaned closer: "Where?"
"The Carlos Syndicate's bar," Lynn said slowly.
"On the surface, that place is just a normal bar, but in reality, it's an important stronghold where they conduct illegal transactions and harbor assassins."
Hans frowned: "Infiltrate the bar? That's not an easy task.
The Carlos Syndicate's people are highly vigilant; one wrong move and we'll be discovered."
Lynn turned his head, looking at Hans, his eyes shining with determination: "I know it's difficult, but this is our only chance.
We must take the risk."
Hans was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I'll go with you."
The two quickly packed their equipment and set off for the Carlos Syndicate's bar.
They knew this operation was full of unknowns and dangers, but they also knew that only by facing it bravely could they find a solution.
The bar was located on a bustling street in the city, neon lights flickering with enticing glow, attracting countless pedestrians to stop.
However, in Lynn and Hans's eyes, this was a place full of conspiracy and evil.
The two exchanged a look, then each walked into the bar.
Lynn went to the bar counter, pretending to be drunk, and started chatting with the bartender.
Meanwhile, Hans quietly circled to the back door of the bar, preparing to look for an opportunity to infiltrate the interior.
"Hey, buddy, give me the strongest drink!" Lynn shouted loudly, while observing the movements inside the bar from the corner of his eye.
The bartender smiled and handed him a drink: "Alright, buddy, drink slowly, no need to rush off."
Lynn took the drink, downed it in one gulp, then pretended to be drunk and collapsed on the bar counter.
Seeing this, the bartender hurried forward to help him up: "Buddy, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone to send you back?"
Lynn shook his head dazedly: "I'm fine, I… I just had a bit too much to drink.
Let me… let me rest for a bit."
The bartender shook his head helplessly and turned to attend to other customers.
Meanwhile, Lynn seized the opportunity to open his eyes, quickly scanning every corner of the bar.
His gaze finally settled on an inconspicuous corner, where several people with strange expressions sat, their eyes revealing a fierce and cruel look.
Lynn's heart sank; he knew these people were likely the assassins harbored by the Carlos Syndicate.
He quietly noted their positions, then continued to feign drunkenness, waiting for Hans's news.
At the same time, Hans had successfully circled to the back door of the bar.
He gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside.
The interior of the bar was dim and noisy, but Hans, relying on his keen hearing and intuition, quickly found a passage leading to the Underground Room.
He took a deep breath, then quietly walked down.
The Underground Room was filled with a cold and damp atmosphere, making one feel a chill down their spine.
But Hans couldn't worry about that; he knew he had to find evidence of the Carlos Syndicate harboring assassins.
He walked along the passage for a while, then came to a spacious Underground Room.
The Underground Room was filled with various weapons and training equipment, clearly an assassin training Base.
Hans's heart leaped with joy; he knew he had finally found the Carlos Syndicate's criminal evidence.
He quietly took out his phone and started taking photos and videos.
However, just as he was filming, footsteps suddenly approached.
Hans's heart tightened; he knew he had been discovered.
He quickly put away his phone and hid in a corner.
Several men in black walked in, their eyes revealing a fierce and cruel look.
They searched everywhere, clearly looking for someone.
Hans held his breath, trying his best not to make any sound.
However, just as he thought he was about to be discovered, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "What are you doing here?"
Hans was startled; he recognized it as Lynn's voice.
Lynn staggered in, pretending to be drunk, and engaged with the men in black.
"Oh, it's Lynn," one of the men in black sneered, "We're looking for something here, why are you here?"
Lynn scratched his head, feigning confusion: "I… I drank too much, and just ended up here.
What about you guys? What are you looking for here?"
The man in black glared at Lynn: "None of your business! Get out of here, don't get in our way!"
Lynn chuckled: "Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going.
But you guys should be careful, there are quite a few secrets here."
With that, he turned and staggered out.
The men in black looked at his back and sneered: "This drunkard, he's really in the way!"
However, they did not know that Lynn's words were actually said on purpose for them to hear.
He hoped to use this method to make the men in black relax their guard, thereby gaining more filming time for Hans.
As expected, after hearing Lynn's words, the men in black relaxed their vigilance and continued their search.
Hans, meanwhile, seized the opportunity to continue filming, meticulously recording all the evidence of the Carlos Syndicate harboring assassins.
When Hans finished taking the last photo, he let out a deep breath.
He knew he had finally completed his mission.
He quietly slipped out of the Underground Room and met up with Lynn.
"How was it? Did you get it?" Lynn asked eagerly.
Hans nodded: "I got it, all the evidence is here."
Lynn looked at the phone in Hans's hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Excellent! We finally have something on the Carlos Syndicate!
Next, it's time to expose their crimes!"
The two exchanged a smile, then walked out of the bar together.
They knew the road ahead was still long, but they also understood that with this evidence, they had the confidence to contend with the Carlos Syndicate.
The next morning, sunlight pierced through the clouds, scattering over the busy city streets, bringing a rare moment of tranquility to the bustling metropolis.
Lynn and Hans stood in front of the Carlos Syndicatebuilding, tightly clutching the weighty evidence, their hearts a mix of emotions.
They knew that this step would completely change the dynamic between them and the Carlos Syndicate, and would also determine the fate of many people.
"Lynn, are we really going to do this?" Hans's voice trembled slightly; although his resolve from last night remained firm, he still felt a hint of unease facing this imminent direct confrontation.
Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze like a torch: "Hans, we have no other choice.
This evidence is enough to prove the crimes committed by the Carlos Syndicate, and we cannot allow evil to continue to spread.
Old Harry, as the manager, he must be held responsible for all of this."
Hans nodded, a flicker of determination in his eyes: "Alright, we'll face it together."
The two straightened their clothes and took firm steps, walking into the main entrance of the Carlos Syndicate.
Inside the lobby, people came and went, bustling with activity, but Lynn and Hans's appearance seemed to freeze the air, and everyone's gaze involuntarily turned towards them.
They walked directly to the front desk, and Lynn said in a deep voice: "Please tell Old Harry that Lynn and Hans are here to see him."
The front desk lady was startled for a moment, then quickly resumed her professional smile: "Gentlemen, please wait a moment, I will inform him immediately."
Soon after, Old Harry hurried over, a characteristic smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of imperceptible nervousness.
"Lynn, Hans, what brings you two here? Is there something good to share?"
Lynn looked at him coldly, without answering, but instead directly pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the video recording the evidence of the Carlos Syndicateharboring assassins.
"Old Harry, you should watch this first."
Old Harry's smile instantly froze; he took the phone, and the images on the screen made his face change dramatically.
In the video, clear footage and cold conversations all revealed the dark side of the Carlos Syndicate.
"What… what is this?" Old Harry tried to remain calm, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.
"What is this?" Lynn repeated, his tone even more severe, "This is irrefutable evidence of your Carlos Syndicateharboring assassins and engaging in illegal transactions!
Old Harry, as the manager, shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
Old Harry fell silent; he knew he could no longer evade.
The surrounding employees also began to whisper, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
"Alright," Old Harry finally spoke, his voice low and helpless, "What do you want?"
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances; they knew this moment had finally arrived. "We need you to come with us to the police station and hand over this evidence to the authorities. The Carlos Syndicate must pay for its crimes."
Old Harry's expression darkened: "Do you think this will solve the problem? The forces behind the Carlos Syndicate are beyond your imagination. What you're doing will only bring trouble upon yourselves."
Lynn stood firm: "We are not afraid of trouble; we are only afraid that justice cannot be served. Old Harry, you used to be a man of principle. Are you truly willing to watch the Carlos Syndicate continue to fall into depravity?"
Old Harry fell silent, as if Lynn's words had struck a chord deep within him. After a moment, he sighed and slowly said, "Alright, I'll go with you. But I need to make a call to the people above first."
Lynn and Hans exchanged smiles; they knew Old Harryhad made his choice. They nodded, indicating that Old Harry could make the call.
Old Harry pulled out his phone and dialed a number. From the other end of the line came a deep and authoritative voice: "Hello, Old Harry, what is it?"
Old Harry took a deep breath, as if making a crucial decision: "Boss, I... I have something to report to you. Regarding some matters of the Carlos Syndicate, I... I think we made a mistake."
The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then a cold laugh came: "Oh? You made a mistake? Where did you go wrong?"
Old Harry, his voice trembling, relayed all the evidence Lynn and Hans had, along with their demands. The other end of the line fell silent again, but this time the silence was longer, as if a fierce internal struggle was taking place.
Finally, a helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Alright, Old Harry, you did the right thing. The Carlos Syndicate does need to change. Go with them; I'll handle the aftermath."
Old Harry hung up the phone and looked at Lynn and Hans, complex emotions flickering in his eyes: "Let's go, I'll go with you."
Inside the FBI's interrogation room, the light was dim and oppressive, and a tense atmosphere permeated the air. Old Harry sat on a cold metal chair, facing the FBI Officer, James Duke, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a resolute face. Outside the interrogation room, Lynn and Hans waited anxiously, knowing that the outcome of this interrogation would directly determine whether they could expose the Carlos Syndicate's crimes.
"Old Harry," James Duke's voice was low and powerful, "We have already gathered enough evidence to prove that the Carlos Syndicate is involved in multiple illegal activities. As the Syndicate's manager, you should be very clear about the truth of these matters."
Old Harry raised his head, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "Officer James Duke, of course I know some things. But do you know? The forces behind the Carlos Syndicateare not something your FBI can easily shake."
James Duke frowned: "Are you threatening me?"
Old Harry sneered: "Threatening? No, I'm just stating a fact. If you dare to continue investigating, I guarantee you won't have your position for long."
James Duke's eyes instantly sharpened: "Old Harry, you are digging your own grave. Do you think I'm bluffing? Let me tell you, the police have already intervened, and your time is running out."
Old Harry, however, seemed unconcerned: "Officer James Duke, I advise you, some things are better left unknown. The Carlos Syndicate is not something you can afford to provoke."
These words completely enraged James Duke. He abruptly stood up and glared at Old Harry: "Do you think I'm bluffing? Let me tell you, the police have already intervened, and your time is truly running out. Moreover, I, James Duke, am never threatened by anyone, and you are no exception."
After speaking, James Duke turned and walked out of the interrogation room, saying to Lynn and Hans outside: "Lynn, I'm giving you a task. Immediately take your team to thoroughly search the Carlos Syndicate's Manhattanbranch. I want to find all evidence that can prove their crimes."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They knew this was their best chance to expose the Carlos Syndicate's crimes.
"Yes, Officer!" Lynn replied firmly, then hurried away with Hans.
The Manhattan branch was an important Base of the Carlos Syndicate. On the surface, it was an ordinary company, but in reality, it hid many unknown secrets. Lynn and Hans, along with a team of FBI Agents, quickly surrounded the building.
"Move!" Lynn commanded, and the Agents quickly stormed into the building, beginning their search.
However, their operation did not seem to go smoothly. The Carlos Syndicate seemed to have received information and prepared in advance. When Lynn and Hans rushed into the office, they found that all documents had been cleared and computers formatted.
"Damn it!" Lynn cursed, knowing that this search would likely not be so smooth.
Just then, an Agent rushed over: "Captain Lynn, we found something unusual in the Underground Room."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances and immediately followed the Agent to the Underground Room. The Underground Room was dim and damp, filled with a decaying smell. However, when they opened a tightly closed iron door, the sight before them shocked them.
The Underground Room was filled with various illegal items, from drugs to firearms, everything imaginable. Moreover, there were many imprisoned people, dressed in rags and looking listless, clearly having suffered cruel abuse.
"This is the true face of the Carlos Syndicate!" Hansshouted angrily, "We must take this evidence back and let everyone know about their crimes."
Lynn nodded and immediately directed the Agents to begin collecting evidence. However, just as they were about to leave, a rapid sound of footsteps suddenly approached. Lynn and Hans looked up alertly, only to see a group of black-clad men armed with weapons rushing towards them.
"It's the Carlos Syndicate's assassins!" Hans exclaimed.
Lynn quickly reacted: "Everyone be careful! Protect the evidence; don't let them succeed!"
A fierce gunfight immediately broke out. Lynn and Hansled the Agents in a brave resistance, but the Carlos Syndicate's assassins were exceptionally fierce; they seemed determined to reclaim the evidence at all costs.
The battle lasted for a long time, with casualties on both sides. But Lynn and Hans held their ground, knowing that this evidence was crucial to exposing the Carlos Syndicate's crimes.
Finally, after paying a heavy price, Lynn and Hanssuccessfully repelled the Carlos Syndicate's assassins and protected all the evidence. They returned to FBI Headquarters with the evidence and reported the situation to Officer James Duke.
James Duke looked at the evidence before him, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Excellent! This evidence is enough to prove the Carlos Syndicate's crimes. We will immediately release it to the public, leaving them nowhere to hide."
However, just then, an uninvited guest suddenly burst into the office. It was Old Harry, a strange smile on his face, as if everything was within his grasp.
"Officer James Duke, do you think you've truly won?" Old Harry sneered, "The Carlos Syndicate won't fall so easily. And, I have good news to tell you."
James Duke frowned: "What good news?"
Old Harry chuckled: "Your position, I'm afraid, won't last much longer. I just received word from above that you are about to be dismissed due to the failure of this operation."
Upon hearing this, James Duke's face changed dramatically. He knew that Old Harry was telling the truth. In this operation, although they successfully found evidence, they also paid a heavy price, and the forces behind the Carlos Syndicate remained powerful.
However, just then, Lynn stepped forward: "Old Harry, you are wrong. Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent. The Carlos Syndicate's crimes have been exposed, and they will eventually face legal sanctions. And you, too, will pay for your actions."
Old Harry sneered: "Lynn, do you think you've truly won? Let me tell you, the Carlos Syndicate will never fall. And, do you think I'll give up so easily?"