Chapter 193 Lin En Receives Help
Hearing this, Lynn and Hans couldn't help but exchange glances. They hadn't expected Hulk to be so sharp, able to detect their presence. Since things had come to this, they knew there was no point in hiding any longer.
Lynn put down the champagne in his hand and looked directly into Hulk's eyes: "Since you've already discovered us, we might as well tell you frankly. We were indeed monitoring you because someone reported you for bribery."
Hulk showed no surprise upon hearing this. He smiled faintly, as if he had already anticipated all of this: "So that's it. Well, have you found any evidence?"
Lynn and Hans were silent for a moment. They indeed hadn't found any conclusive evidence, which was their most pressing problem at the moment. However, facing Hulk's questioning, they couldn't easily admit their failure.
"We are still investigating," Hans finally said. "I believe we will find the evidence one day."
Hulk shook his head, a hint of disdain in his tone: "You are too naive. Do you think you can find my criminal evidence like this? Let me tell you, everything you do is futile." With that, he turned to leave.
Night fell, and the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, casting a mysterious veil over this bustling metropolis. Lynn and Hans sat in a dimly lit office, a complex map displayed on the computer screen in front of them, marked with red dots indicating the recent movements of their target—Hulk.
"Look, Hulk goes to this Villa in the suburbs every few days," Lynn said, pointing at a spot on the screen, his brows furrowed. "But the strange thing is, he doesn't stay long each time; he comes back very quickly."
Hans narrowed his eyes, studying the map carefully: "The Villa's location is quite remote, and there are no special facilities around. What exactly does Hulk do there?"
"We have to go check it out ourselves," Lynn stood up, his tone firm. "Maybe there's some unspeakable secret hidden there."
Hans nodded, and the two quickly packed their equipment and drove to the mysterious Villa. In the night, the Villa seemed exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind breaking the surrounding stillness.
The two cautiously approached the Villa, Lynn whispered: "Let's split up. You go left, I'll go right. If you find anything, contact me immediately on the walkie-talkie."
Hans nodded, and the two separately snuck to either side of the Villa. Lynn stealthily moved along the Villa's wall and soon found an unlocked back door. He gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside.
The interior of the Villa was luxuriously decorated, but the air was filled with an inexplicable sense of oppression. Lynn walked along the corridor when suddenly, he heard a faint sound. He immediately hid in a nearby closet, holding his breath, quietly observing the movements outside.
A figure came down the stairs; it was Hulk. He was wearing a black trench coat and walked hurriedly towards the living room. Lynn's heart tightened; had Hulkdiscovered something?
However, Hulk seemed unaware of Lynn's presence. He walked to a corner of the living room, squatted down, and began searching for something. Lynn took the opportunity to quietly approach, only to see Hulk taking a heavy box from under the floorboards.
Hulk opened the box, which was filled with stacks of brand-new cash. Lynn's heart leaped; this money was clearly of unknown origin. He immediately took out his phone and quietly took photos as evidence.
Just then, Hulk seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned around, meeting Lynn's gaze. Lynn's heart tightened, but he quickly calmed down. He looked coldly at Hulk and said, "Hulk, you didn't expect to meet me here, did you?"
Hulk's face instantly darkened: "Lynn, you dared to follow me? Do you know what you're doing?"
Lynn sneered: "Of course I do. Where did this money come from? Is it related to your illegal activities?"
Hulk's eyes flickered but quickly regained their composure: "What nonsense are you talking about? This money is my own savings, it has nothing to do with you."
"Savings?" Lynn scoffed. "Your savings would be hidden in a place like this? Hulk, stop pretending; we all know what kind of shady business you're involved in."
Hulk's face became ferocious: "Lynn, don't push me. I'm telling you, these matters are not something you can interfere with. If you know what's good for you, leave here quickly, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Lynn met Hulk's gaze fearlessly. "Do you think you can threaten me? I'm telling you, the Policehave already intervened, your doomsday is not far off."
Hulk's eyes flashed with a hint of fear upon hearing this. But quickly, he regained his composure: "Lynn, do you think I'm bluffing? I'm telling you, the Police can't possibly know about this place. You walked right into this today, and you won't be leaving."
With that, Hulk suddenly pulled a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Lynn. Lynn's heart tightened, but he didn't back down. He stared intently into Hulk's eyes, trying to find an opportunity to break through.
Just then, there was a sudden rush of footsteps from outside the door. Hulk's face changed, and he immediately turned and walked towards the door. Lynntook the opportunity to pounce, wrestling with Hulk.
During their struggle, a gunshot rang out, but luckily, no one was hit. Lynn took the opportunity to snatch the pistol from Hulk's hand and firmly pinned him to the ground.
Just then, the door was violently pushed open, and a group of Police officers rushed in. Seeing the scene before them, they immediately took control of both Hulk and Lynn.
"Mr. Lynn, what's going on?" The Police officer leading the team recognized Lynn and asked in confusion.
Lynn caught his breath and explained: "We suspected Hulk was involved in a series of illegal activities, so we followed him here. Sure enough, we found this large amount of cash of unknown origin."
Upon hearing this, the Police immediately searched the Villa. Soon, they found more evidence proving Hulk's crimes.
However, just when Lynn thought everything would be revealed, the Police suddenly took him and Hans away together.
"What are you doing?" Lynn asked in shock.
The Police officer looked at him coldly: "You trespassed on private property and are suspected of theft. Now, you'll have to come back to the Police station with us."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, their hearts filled with helplessness and anger. They had clearly come here to expose Hulk's crimes, but now they were being arrested as thieves.
At the Police station, Lynn and Hans were separately put into interrogation rooms. They tried to explain their innocence to the Police, but the Police didn't seem to believe their words.
"Do you think we're bluffing?" The interrogating Policeofficer said coldly. "We've already investigated thoroughly; both of you have prior records, and this time you trespassed on private property and a large amount of cash was found. What else do you have to say?"
Lynn's heart sank; he knew his past had indeed left a bad impression on the Police. But this time, they were truly fighting for justice!
"Officer, I ask you to give us a chance," Lynn pleaded earnestly. "We truly came here to expose Hulk's crimes. That cash is the evidence; we can help you bring Hulk to justice."
The Police officer looked at Lynn, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. But quickly, he shook his head: "Mr. Lynn, I understand how you feel. But your actions have already violated the law, and we must act according to the law."
Lynn and Hans were filled with despair. They knew that if they couldn't clear their names this time, their future would be completely ruined.
The night was as dark as ink, and the city's hustle and bustle gradually quieted, leaving only the streetlights flickering solitarily. Lynn and Hans sat in the Policestation's lounge, their faces grim. They never expected that what was originally an act of justice to expose Hulk's crimes had now landed them in unprecedented trouble.
"Hulk, that bastard, he actually bit back!" Hans angrily slammed the table, his eyes flashing with unwilling fire.
Lynn frowned deeply, remaining silent. He knew that things were far more complicated than they had imagined. Hulk not only had a powerful background but also a cunning set of methods. This time, he was clearly prepared.
Lynn took a deep breath and slowly said, "We can't just sit here and wait to die. We must find more evidence to prove our innocence."
However, just then, the lounge door was suddenly pushed open, and Mr. Duke walked in. His expression was solemn, and a hint of helplessness was revealed in his eyes.
"Lynn, Hans, I've heard about your situation," Mr. Duke's voice was low and powerful. "The public pressure is immense right now, and the higher-ups are demanding that I provide an explanation for this matter."
Lynn and Hans exchanged glances, both understanding what was about to happen.
"Mr. Duke, we are innocent," Lynn tried to explain. "We were only trying to expose Hulk's crimes when..."
"I know your original intentions," Mr. Duke interrupted Lynn. "But the situation now is that Hulk has filed a lawsuit against you in court, accusing you of trespassing and theft. Public opinion is very unfavorable to us."
Hans clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "He's making false accusations! We didn't do any of that!"
Mr. Duke sighed, shaking his head helplessly, "I understand how you feel, but we must face reality now. For the reputation of the Police station, and for your future, I can only temporarily suspend your positions."
Lynn and Hans felt a pang in their hearts upon hearing this. They knew that this meant all their efforts might be in vain. But they also understood that Mr. Duke was forced to make such a decision out of helplessness.
The night was as dark as ink, with stars scattered across the deep sky. Moonlight filtered through sparse clouds, casting its glow upon Lynn's slightly old house. Inside, the lights were dim and yellow. Lynn sat at a worn wooden table, clutching a crumpled piece of paper—a record of Hulk's movements that he had countless times flipped through and studied. His eyes showed both exhaustion and an unyielding determination.
Just then, a sudden, urgent, and forceful knock on the door broke the stillness of the night. Lynn's heart tightened. Who would come at this hour? He slowly got up and walked towards the door. As his hand touched the doorknob, the door was abruptly pushed open, and Hulk's tall, shadowy figure appeared before him.
"Lynn, long time no see," Hulk's lips curled into a cold sneer, his voice carrying a hint of provocation and triumph.
Lynn's brows furrowed as he coldly looked at Hulk. "What are you doing here? There's nothing left for us to say to each other."
Hulk, however, paid no mind. He stepped into the house and looked around, as if assessing the value of the place. "Lynn, look at you now, living in this broken place, leading an ordinary life. Where is your former dream of justice? Has it been worn down by reality?"
Upon hearing this, Lynn's heart burned with anger, but he forced himself not to react. He knew that Hulk's visit surely had a purpose, and he couldn't be easily provoked. "Hulk, you didn't come all this way just to mock me, did you? Say what you mean, don't beat around the bush."
Hulk chuckled softly and walked up to Lynn, staring into his eyes at close range. "Lynn, you once thought you could investigate me? Expose my crimes? You were too naive. You're just an ordinary person now; you can't investigate me anymore. Do you know? The Police have already intervened, but what can they catch me with? I haven't left any evidence; they can't do anything to me."
Lynn clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails almost digging into his palms, but he remained calm. "Hulk, don't be too smug. The net of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through. The bad things you've done will be exposed one day."
Hulk, however, laughed even more arrogantly. "Lynn, do you think I'm still bluffing? Let me tell you, the Police have already intervened, but what can they catch me with? I have a master behind me guiding me; all the evidence has been thoroughly cleaned up. You, and those self-righteous Police, can't do anything to me."
Lynn's heart trembled. He hadn't expected Hulk to be so arrogant, even daring to come directly to his house to show off. But he also understood that since Hulk dared to do this, he must have something to rely on. He had to find a way to find Hulk's weakness and expose his crimes.
"Hulk, don't go too far," Lynn said coldly. "Do you think I'm bluffing here? I'm telling you, the Police have already intervened, and your doomsday is not far off."
Hulk, however, waved his hand indifferently. "Lynn, do you think I'm someone who gets scared by a few words? Let me tell you, what if the Police have intervened? What can they catch me with? I haven't done anything; why should they arrest me? On the contrary, Lynn, you're just an ordinary person now; you can't investigate me anymore. You should just live your ordinary life and stop overestimating yourself by provoking me."
With that, Hulk turned to leave. But Lynn suddenly called out to him, "Hulk, wait a moment."
Hulk stopped, turned around, and looked provocatively at Lynn. "What? Do you still have something to say?"
Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. "Hulk, I know you have people supporting you, and I know you've done many bad things. But I want to tell you, justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent. The bad things you've done will one day be exposed to the light. By then, you won't be able to escape even if you want to."
Upon hearing this, Hulk's expression changed slightly. But very quickly, he regained his composure. "Lynn, do you think I'm the kind of person who would be scared by a few words? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid of anything. You, and those Police, can't do anything to me."
With that, Hulk strode out of Lynn's house. Lynn stood at the doorway, watching Hulk's receding back, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew that he was indeed at a disadvantage now, but he also understood that justice would surely triumph over evil. He had to find a way to find Hulk's weakness and expose his crimes.
Lynn fell into an unprecedented predicament. He knew he couldn't just give up, but he also couldn't find a way to break through. Just then, an unexpected phone call broke the stalemate.
"Lynn, this is Mr. Duke," a familiar voice came from the other end of the line. "I heard you've been investigating Hulk's matter recently. I want to tell you that the Policehave also intervened, but we've encountered great difficulties. The people behind Hulk are very powerful, and they've been interfering with our investigation. We need your help."
Upon hearing this, Lynn felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He finally saw hope. "Mr. Duke, I'm willing to help. But I'm also facing great difficulties right now; all the clues have been covered up by Hulk."
Mr. Duke was silent for a moment before saying, "Lynn, I know this is difficult. But we must persevere. I'll send someone to pick you up, and we'll discuss it in person."
After hanging up the phone, Lynn's heart was filled with anticipation. He knew that he was no longer fighting alone. The Police had already intervened, and they were fighting alongside him. This time, they would surely bring Hulk to justice.
Soon after, the person Mr. Duke sent picked up Lynn. They returned to the Police station together and began a tense and intense discussion. Lynn told the Police all the information he had investigated, including Hulk's movements, frequent haunts, and his potentially hidden crimes.
The Police also revealed the information they had investigated to Lynn. It turned out that Hulk was indeed supported by a powerful criminal organization. This organization was involved in multiple illegal activities, including smuggling, drug trafficking, and money laundering. And Hulk was an important member of this organization.
"Lynn, we have now grasped some of Hulk's crimes," Mr. Duke said seriously. "But we still need more evidence to completely expose him. Are you willing to continue assisting us?"
Lynn nodded without hesitation. "I am willing. As long as it can expose Hulk's crimes, I'll do anything."
The night was as dark as ink, and the streetlights on both sides of the road emitted a dim, warm light, guiding people home. Lynn walked with heavy steps through the familiar alley, finally stopping in front of the slightly old wooden door. This was his home, a place full of warmth and memories, but at this moment, his heart was filled with unprecedented confusion and frustration.
Chapter 194 Evidence Photos
Pushing open the door, a familiar aroma of food wafted in, a dinner left by his mother, simple yet full of love.
Lynn changed into slippers and slowly walked into the living room, where his father George was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and his sister Gwen was engrossed in studying at a nearby desk, preparing for upcoming exams.
Hearing the movement, both looked up, their eyes filled with concern as they looked at Lynn.
"Lynn, you're back."
George put down his newspaper, a hint of undetectable worry in his voice, "How was work today?"
Lynn gave a bitter smile, not answering directly, but slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down, his head bowed, his hands clenched into fists, as if trying to suppress his inner emotions.
Seeing this, Gwen immediately put down her pen, walked over and sat beside Lynn, gently patting his shoulder.
"Brother, what's wrong? Did something unpleasant happen at work?" Gwen's voice was soft and delicate, like a warm current, trying to dispel the gloom in Lynn's heart.
Lynn took a deep breath, looked up at his father and sister, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.
"I... I've been suspended."
As soon as the words fell, the entire room seemed to fall into silence, only the occasional sound of wind from outside breaking the quiet.
George and Gwen were stunned, clearly not expecting such news.
"What?!" George suddenly stood up, his eyes full of shock and confusion, "Why did this happen? Haven't you always done well?"
Lynn shook his head, his bitter smile tinged with helplessness: "It's Hulk... He bit back, exposed Hans' and my actions, and took us to court.
Under pressure, Mr. Duke could only temporarily suspend our positions."
Hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Gwen's eyes: "That Hulk is too much! How could he do this!"
George also slowly sat down, his brows tightly furrowed, seemingly trying to digest the information.
After a moment, he spoke, his voice steady and firm: "Lynn, I know this is a huge blow to you.
But you must remember, justice may be delayed, but it is never absent.
You have always been a responsible and righteous good Police Officer, and your mother, Gwen, and I deeply believe this."
Hearing this, a warm current surged in Lynn's heart.
He looked at his father, his eyes shining with gratitude: "Dad, thank you.
I know this matter is tricky, but I won't give up just like that.
I must find evidence to prove my innocence and make that bastard Hulk pay the price he deserves."
Gwen also tightly held Lynn's hand, her eyes shining with determination: "Brother, I believe in you!
You have always been my role model, no matter what happens, I will stand by you and support you!"
Feeling the warmth and support of his family, the gloom in Lynn's heart seemed to dissipate a little.
He knew he wasn't fighting alone; he still had his family, and those who believed in him and supported him.
This strength would be his motivation to keep moving forward.
However, things were not as smooth as imagined.
Hulk seemed to have anticipated Lynn's actions, and all clues were cleverly hidden or destroyed.
Lynn fell into an unprecedented predicament, and he began to doubt whether he could truly find evidence to prove his innocence.
That night, Lynn returned home again, his face filled with exhaustion and frustration.
George and Gwen saw it, and it pained them.
They knew that Lynn needed not only comfort but also encouragement and support.
"Lynn, don't be discouraged."
George patted Lynn's shoulder, "We know this road is difficult, but you have to believe that as long as you persevere, there will always be a day when things turn around."
Gwen also walked over and hugged Lynn tightly: "Brother, I have always believed in you.
You are the best, and you will definitely overcome this difficulty!"
Feeling the warmth of his family, a mysterious strength surged in Lynn's heart.
He knew he couldn't just give up.
For his family, and for the justice in his heart, he had to keep moving forward.
The hustle and bustle of the city were gradually left behind as Hans's car slowly drove onto a quiet road.
Tall trees cast dappled Shadows on both sides of the road, and the air was filled with a faint smell of earth, as if foreshadowing the secrets about to be revealed.
Hans stopped the car and turned to look at Lynn in the passenger seat: "James Duke is here again, this time he went to the Villa in the suburbs."
Lynn frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "He's here again?
This time we have to follow him and see what he's up to."
The two got out of the car and cautiously followed behind James Duke.
James Duke's figure was faintly visible among the trees, and he walked quickly, seemingly eager to complete a certain task.
Lynn and Hans dared not follow too closely, fearing to alert him.
"What do you think he's here for this time?" Hans asked in a low voice.
"Not sure, but it's definitely related to the previous case," Lynn replied, "We need to be careful not to be discovered by him."
The two followed James Duke through a forest and arrived in front of a luxurious Villa.
The Villa was surrounded by high walls, covered with vines, appearing mysterious and secluded.
James Duke looked around, and after confirming that no one was following him, he carefully pressed the doorbell.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the Villa.
He looked around vigilantly, then shook hands with James Duke and exchanged pleasantries.
Lynn and Hans hid in the distant bushes, observing their every move with binoculars.
"Is that the municipal Officer?" Hans asked.
"That's right, it's him," Lynn replied, "It seems James Dukeis here to make a deal with him this time."
The two exchanged a smile, secretly glad that this tracking was not in vain.
They quietly approached the Villa, trying to photograph the transaction between James Duke and the municipal Officer.
However, just as they were about to get close, an accident happened.
A stray dog suddenly darted out, barking wildly at them.
Lynn and Hans were startled, fearing they would be discovered by the people in the Villa.
They hurriedly hid back in the bushes, their hearts pounding, nervously observing the movements of the Villa.
Fortunately, the people in the Villa seemed to have not noticed anything unusual outside.
After barking for a while, the stray dog also gradually quieted down.
Lynn and Hans breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously approached the Villa again.
This time, they were even more careful.
They lay on the ground, crawling forward, fearing to alert anyone again.
Finally, they reached a suitable position where they could clearly see James Duke and the municipal Officer's every move.
The two took out their cameras and quickly pressed the shutter.
One photo after another recorded the cash transaction between James Duke and the municipal Officer.
Triumphant smiles appeared on their faces, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.
However, just as they were about to retreat, an accident happened again.
James Duke suddenly turned his head and looked in their direction, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
Lynn and Hans were startled, realizing something was wrong.
They knew that if they were discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.
James Duke didn't seem to have discovered their exact location, but he had already sensed that someone was following him.
He hastily ended the transaction and turned to chase in the direction where Lynn and Hans were.
Seeing this, Lynn and Hans hurriedly retreated.
They moved through the forest, trying to shake off James Duke's pursuit.
However, James Duke seemed to know their whereabouts perfectly, following closely behind them.
A thrilling chase unfolded in the forest.
Lynn and Hans ran with all their might, fearing that James Duke would catch up.
Their heartbeats echoed in the forest, as if providing a soundtrack for the chase.
Finally, after a fierce chase, Lynn and Hans successfully shook off James Duke.
They hid in a secluded corner, panting, secretly relieved to have escaped the danger.
"That was close, we almost got discovered by him," Hansexclaimed.
"Yeah, that was a real close call this time," Lynn also sighed, "But at least we got photos of their transaction, so that's something."
The two exchanged a smile, filled with a sense of accomplishment.
They knew that although this tracking was extremely dangerous, it also brought them closer to the truth.
They decided to hand over these photos to the Police, providing strong evidence to expose the crimes of James Duke and the municipal Officer.
On the way back to the city, Lynn and Hans were in exceptionally light spirits.
They looked at the scenery outside the car window, their hearts filled with anticipation for the future.
As night fell, Lynn stood in front of Officer James Duke's office door, taking a deep breath.
In his hand, he held a stack of photos, which he and Hanshad risked taking, evidence of Hulk's bribery.
This time, they had finally caught this corrupt official red-handed.
Lynn knocked on the door and heard James Duke's voice from inside: "Come in."
He pushed the door open and walked in.
James Duke was sitting at his desk, his brows furrowed, seemingly dealing with a thorny issue.
Seeing Lynn enter, he looked up, his eyes filled with inquiry.
"Officer, I have something important to report," Lynn said, handing the photos in his hand to James Duke.
James Duke took the photos in confusion and flipped through them one by one.
As he turned the pages, his expression gradually became serious.
These photos clearly recorded Hulk's cash transaction with You-Know-Who, with irrefutable evidence.
"Where did these photos come from?" James Duke asked in a deep voice.
"Hans and I took them," Lynn replied, "We followed Hulkfor some time and finally got this evidence."
James Duke looked up and gave Lynn a deep look: "You did very well; this evidence is very important to us."
Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Hulk stormed in.
He immediately saw the photos in James Duke's hand, and his face instantly turned pale.
"Mr. Duke, what is the meaning of this?" Hulk asked, trying to appear calm.
James Duke looked at him coldly: "These photos are yours, aren't they? Hulk, what do you have to explain?"
Hulk's eyes widened, and he turned to Lynn, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes: "It's you! You actually dared to secretly photograph me!"
Lynn met his gaze without fear: "We just did what we should do.
The fact of your bribery has been exposed; what more do you have to say now?"
Hulk furiously rushed towards Lynn, attempting to snatch the photos from his hand.
But James Duke stood up in time, blocking his path.
"Enough! Hulk, do you think you can still escape the law?" James Duke said sternly, "These photos are enough to convict you!"
Hulk collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
He knew that this time, he was truly finished.
Lynn and Hans stood by, quietly awaiting the subsequent handling.
James Duke picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Hello, is this the Police station? I have a bribery case here that needs your attention."
Soon after, the Police arrived at the scene.
They took Hulk away and thanked Lynn and Hans.
James Duke, however, watched their departing backs and sighed deeply.
"You two did very well this time," James Duke turned to Lynn and Hans and said, "I will commend you."
Lynn and Hans exchanged a smile; they knew that this adventure had finally paid off.
They not only exposed Hulk's crime but also regained the Officer's trust.
However, the matter did not end there.
Hulk's bribery case caused an uproar in the Policedepartment, implicating more high-ranking officials.
The entire city was plunged into turmoil.
Lynn and Hans, because of this incident, were drawn deeper into the vortex.
"You two are celebrities now," James Duke said with a smile, looking at the two in front of him, "However, this also means you will face more dangers and challenges."
Lynn and Hans nodded without fear: "We are not afraid.
As long as it's for justice, we are willing to do anything."
James Duke looked at them deeply, then solemnly said: "Good, then I will entrust more tasks to you.
I hope you can continue to bring light and hope to this city."
The two exchanged a smile, then tightly clasped each other's hands.
The lingering glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, dappling Lynn's living room and bathing his cozy home in a golden radiance.
Lynn pushed open the door, stepping into his home with a day's fatigue, only to unexpectedly find his father, George, sitting upright with a mysterious smile on his face, as if something good was about to happen.
"Lynn, you're back," George's voice held an undeniable excitement, "I have some good news to tell you today."
Lynn paused slightly, looking at his father curiously: "What good news? Is Mom coming back?"
His mother was often away for work, and it was rare for the family to gather, so Lynn's first thought was this.
George smiled and shook his head, a different kind of light flickering in his eyes: "No, it's about your lifelong matter."
"Lifelong matter?" Lynn was a bit slow to react, staring wide-eyed at his father.
"Yes, I found you a girlfriend," George's words were filled with pride, as if he had completed a major task.
"What?!" Lynn exclaimed, completely unprepared for his father to suddenly bring up this topic.
He instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing his father's expectant gaze, he couldn't bear to.
Just then, his sister Gwen poked her head out of her room, leaning in with a gossipy expression: "Brother, is it true? Is Dad really going to introduce you to a girlfriend? Quick, tell me, what kind of girl is she?"
Lynn looked at Gwen helplessly; this sister always managed to cause trouble at crucial moments.
"Why are you joining in? Go do your homework," he tried to use a stern tone to hide his embarrassment.
However, Gwen didn't fall for it; instead, she became even more excited: "Oh, Brother, don't be shy.
You're already so old and still single.
Dad is doing this for your own good, so quick, tell me, what kind of girl is she?"
George also chimed in: "Yes, Lynn, you're not a child anymore; you should start thinking about your personal life.
This girl is the daughter of an old friend of mine; her name is Lily, she's beautiful and has a good personality.
I think she's very suitable for you."
Lynn was somewhat swayed by his father and sister's concerted efforts, but he still felt some resistance: "Dad, my mind is completely on work right now; how can I have time for a relationship?"
"Work is important, but life shouldn't be neglected either," George said earnestly, "Besides, you haven't even met her yet, so how do you know it's not suitable?
At least, you should give her a chance, and give yourself a chance too."
Gwen also egged him on: "That's right, Brother, just go meet her.
What if you two are really suitable?
Don't blame me for not reminding you then; you'll miss out on this opportunity!"
Under the repeated persuasion of his father and sister, Lynn finally compromised: "Alright, I'll meet her then.
But, let's be clear, it's just a meeting, a chat, nothing else."
George and Gwen exchanged a smile, as if they could already envision Lynn and Lily happily holding hands.
"Okay, okay, just a meeting, a chat," George quickly agreed, "Then I'll call her now and set a time for you two to meet."
The setting sun poured down like molten gold, outlining the city's contours with tenderness and romance.
Lynn stood at the entrance of the cafe, clutching a carefully selected bouquet of flowers, feeling both nervous and expectant.
Today was the day of his first official date with Lily, an occasion he had initially thought he was only attending due to family pressure, but which unexpectedly made him feel an unprecedented sense of tension and excitement.
Lily walked with light steps, her light blue dress gently swaying in the breeze, like the freshest scenery of summer.
She saw the flowers in Lynn's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she bloomed into a brilliant smile: "Lynn, you're so sweet, you even prepared flowers."
Lynn scratched his head a little shyly, handing her the flowers: "Well, I thought a first date should have some sense of ceremony."
Lily took the flowers and sniffed them; their faint fragrance seemed to drift into her heart, making her smile even sweeter: "So, what do we plan to do next?"
Lynn had already planned the itinerary in his mind, but at this moment, he deliberately kept her guessing: "Just come with me, and you'll know; I promise it'll be a surprise."
The two walked side by side on the bustling street, occasionally exchanging smiles, the air filled with a subtle sweetness.
Lynn led Lily to an art gallery hidden deep in a small alley, where a photography exhibition about city memories was being held.
Chapter 195 Lily's Father
"I knew you were interested in photography, so I specifically chose this place," Lynn explained, his eyes filled with anticipation, hoping Lily would like the surprise.
Lily looked around, each photo capturing a moment of the city, some bustling, some serene, some full of stories.
She couldn't help but exclaim, "Lynn, you are so thoughtful, this place is amazing!"
The two lingered in the gallery, occasionally stopping to discuss the story behind a certain photo or share their understanding of photography.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only their breaths and heartbeats resonating in this artistic space.
When they walked out of the gallery, it was already dark, and streetlights lit up one by one, as if paving a bright path for their date.
Lynn suggested they take a walk by the nearby river, and Lily readily agreed.
By the river, the evening breeze gently swept, carrying a hint of coolness.
The two walked side by side, occasionally a boat slowly passed by, leaving trails of shimmering Water.
Lily suddenly broke the silence: "Lynn, actually, I didn't have much expectation for this date before."
Lynn was slightly stunned and turned to look at her: "Why? Is it because of me?"
Lily shook her head, a hint of bitterness in her smile: "Not because of you, but because… I had a bad relationship experience before, which made me a little disappointed in love."
Lynn's heart tightened; he hadn't expected Lily to have such a past.
He stopped, looked at her seriously: "Lily, everyone's past is unique; it shapes who we are now.
But the future is something we can create together.
I am willing to be the one who walks with you into the future, if you are willing to give me this chance."
Lily's eyes were slightly red; she had never thought Lynnwould express his feelings so directly.
She took a deep breath, as if making an important decision: "Lynn, I… I am willing to give you this chance, and also give myself a chance."
A warm current surged in Lynn's heart; he gently held Lily's hand, and their hands were tightly clasped in the night, as if announcing their beginning to the World.
The next morning, the Sun penetrated the thin mist, sprinkling on the lake, shimmering like countless dazzling diamonds.
Lynn stood by the pier, holding a basket full of fishing gear, his face beaming with an expectant smile.
He turned to Lily, who was wearing a light windbreaker, her hair gently blown by the breeze, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement for the unknown journey.
"Lily, are you ready? Today I'm going to show you my fishing skills." Lynn's words were full of confidence, yet also hid a subtle hint of nervousness.
After all, this was the first time he had shown this skill in front of Lily.
Lily smiled and nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Of course, I can't wait to see you show off your skills.
But if you don't catch any fish, don't blame me for laughing at you."
Lynn shrugged nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm a fishing master; today I'll let you see for yourself."
The two boarded a small fishing boat; Lynn skillfully controlled the oars, and the boat slowly glided into the center of the lake.
The scenery on the lake was picturesque, distant mountains like ink, nearby Water containing mist, everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.
"Lynn, when did you learn to fish?" Lily asked curiously, noticing that Lynn was exceptionally well-prepared for fishing, from fishing rods and bait to fish baskets, everything was complete.
"When I was a child, my father was a fishing enthusiast, and he often took me to the lake to fish.
At that time, I always patiently sat beside him, watching how he chose a spot, cast the hook, and waited.
Gradually, I also learned this skill." Lynn's words carried a sense of nostalgia for the past, and his eyes softened.
Lily nodded, her understanding of Lynn deepening.
She found that this seemingly ordinary man actually had many unknown stories and talents.
The boat stopped in a seemingly calm but secretly vibrant Water area.
Lynn picked up the fishing rod, skillfully put on the bait, and then gently cast the fishing line into the Water.
He focused on the float, as if the entire World had stopped.
Lily also imitated Lynn, preparing her own fishing rod.
However, she was clearly not as skilled as Lynn, failing to cast the fishing line accurately into the Water after several attempts.
"Don't rush, take your time," Lynn patiently guided from the side, "Fishing requires patience and skill, not strength.
You need to feel the direction of the wind, adjust your posture, and then gently, steadily cast it out."
Under Lynn's guidance, Lily finally successfully cast the fishing line into the Water.
She excitedly looked at Lynn, her face beaming with a sense of accomplishment: "Look, I did it!"
Lynn smiled and nodded: "Very good, now all we have to do is wait.
Remember, fishing is not only a technical skill but also a cultivation of character.
It teaches us how to find a piece of tranquility in the noisy World, how to learn to wait and cherish."
The two sat quietly on the boat like this, enjoying this rare tranquility.
Occasionally, fish jumped out of the Water on the lake, creating ripples.
Time seemed to become slow and long at this moment.
However, just then, a sudden change broke this tranquility.
A strong wind blew, and the waves on the lake suddenly became turbulent.
The boat swayed violently in the waves, as if it could be overturned at any time.
"Lynn, what should we do?!" Lily nervously grabbed the gunwale, her face a little pale.
Lynn quickly calmed down, he gripped the oars tightly, trying to stabilize the boat: "Don't be afraid, Lily, come with me.
We have to row the boat to the shore."
Under Lynn's command, the two worked together to paddle the boat.
Despite the strong winds and waves, they still managed to get the boat close to the shore.
When the boat steadily docked on the shore, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was too dangerous, Lynn, thank you." Lily looked at Lynn gratefully, her eyes flashing with lingering fear and relief.
Lynn smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome, Lily.
This is just a small interlude and won't affect our fishing trip."
However, after this incident, Lily was clearly still a little shaken.
She looked at the rolling waves on the lake, and couldn't help but hesitate: "Lynn, should we… should we continue fishing?"
Lynn saw Lily's concern, he gently patted her hand: "Lily, fishing is not just about catching fish, it's more important to enjoy the process.
We just experienced a small adventure, and now we should cherish this peace even more.
And, I believe in my skills, and I believe we can overcome any difficulties."
Under Lynn's encouragement, Lily regained her confidence.
The two returned to the boat and continued their fishing trip.
This time, they cherished each other's company even more, and also cherished this hard-won peace.
As time went on, the Sun gradually rose higher, and the scenery on the lake became even more charming.
Lynn's fishing rod finally moved; he quickly pulled up the rod, and a plump fish jumped out of the Water with the fishing line.
"Look, Lily, I caught a fish!" Lynn shouted excitedly, his face beaming with a childlike smile.
Lily was also happy for him: "That's great, Lynn! You really are a fishing master!"
The two shared this joy, as if this fish was not only Lynn's victory but also the result of their joint efforts.
In the time that followed, Lily also gradually found the knack for fishing, and she even successfully caught a small fish.
As the Sun began to slowly set, and the lake was bathed in golden afterglow, the two packed up their fishing gear, ready to return.
Their basket was full of fish, and their hearts were also full of satisfaction and happiness.
"Lynn, I had a really good time today." Lily said softly, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and tenderness, "Thank you for letting me experience all of this."
Lynn smiled and shook his head: "Lily, I should be thanking you.
It's you who gave me the opportunity to show my skills, and it's you who made me feel the joy of sharing."
The afterglow of the setting Sun streamed through the French windows, dappling Lily and Lynn, casting a golden halo over the couple.
They sat in Lily's living room, the atmosphere warm and peaceful, but a complex, inexpressible emotion flickered in Lily's eyes.
"Lynn, there's something I've always wanted to tell you," Lily's voice was soft yet firm, and she took a deep breath as if making a decision. "Actually, my father was also in the FBI."
Lynn was stunned, looking at Lily in surprise, as if unable to process the information at once. The FBI, that mysterious and revered organization, had such deep ties to Lily. He couldn't help but ask, "Lily, is this true? Is your father still in the FBI?"
Lily shook her head, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes: "No, he's already retired. But he dedicated his entire life to the FBI; countless memories and stories were left there."
Lynn was silent for a moment, his mind quickly processing this sudden information. He knew that Lily's family background was far more complex than he had imagined. But he also understood that this would not change his feelings for Lily. He held Lily's hand and said gently, "Lily, no matter your family background, I won't change my view of you. You are the person I love, and that's enough."
Lily looked at Lynn gratefully, tears shimmering in her eyes: "Thank you, Lynn. Actually, I've always wanted to take you to meet him, to let him see you. Although he is very strict, he is very soft-hearted, and I believe he will like you."
Lynn smiled, feeling Lily's sincerity and anticipation: "Of course, I also want to meet him and hear his stories. After all, he is your father, and a hero in my heart."
So, the two agreed on a weekend to visit Lily's father's house in the suburbs. Along the way, Lily was both nervous and excited, constantly telling Lynn about her father's heroic deeds when he was young and his various legendary experiences in the FBI. Lynn listened with great interest, filled with respect and curiosity for Lily's father.
Finally, the car stopped in front of a slightly old but lively house. Lily took a deep breath and turned to Lynn: "Are you ready? We're here."
Lynn nodded, holding Lily's hand tightly as if to give her strength. They walked into the house side by side, and saw an elderly but vigorous old man sitting on the living room sofa. His eyes were sharp and profound, as if he could see through people's hearts.
"Dad, we're back," Lily said softly, her voice trembling slightly.
The old man looked up, his gaze falling on Lily and Lynn, and a subtle tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Lily, you're back. This is…"
"He's Lynn, my boyfriend," Lily introduced proudly, leaning closely against Lynn as if declaring their relationship to the World.
The old man looked Lynn up and down, then slowly nodded: "Hmm, not bad. He seems like a reliable young man."
Lynn felt the old man's scrutiny, but he didn't feel uneasy. He respectfully extended his hand: "Hello, Uncle, I'm Lynn. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
The old man shook Lynn's hand, his grip strong, as if he still retained the strength of his youth: "Lynn, welcome. Lily often talks about you, saying you're very good to her."
After the three sat down, the old man began to recount his past in the FBI. His words were calm and deep, but every word revealed his love and dedication to that work. Lynn listened intently, as if he saw a completely different World from Lily's, a World full of excitement and danger.
However, as the old man spoke, Lily gradually fell silent. Complex emotions flickered in her eyes—nostalgia, admiration, but also an indescribable sadness. Lynn felt Lily's change, and he gently held her hand, giving her silent support.
Finally, the old man finished his story. He looked at Lily and Lynn, his eyes full of anticipation: "Lily, Lynn, I know you both have your own dreams and pursuits. But remember, no matter where you go, always maintain your persistence in justice and your love for life. This is the most important thing I learned in the FBI."
Lily nodded, tears shimmering in her eyes: "Dad, I know. I will always remember your words."
Lynn was also deeply moved. He held Lily's hand tightly: "Uncle, thank you for your teachings. I will always accompany Lily, support her, and protect her. No matter what difficulties and challenges we face in the future, we will face them together."
The old man smiled contentedly: "With your words, I am relieved. Lily, you have found a good man. Cherish each other well."
As night fell, Lynn and Lily bid farewell to the old man and set off on their way home. Outside the car window, the city lights flickered, as if cheering for their love. Lily leaned on Lynn's shoulder, her heart filled with warmth and peace. She knew that no matter what storms lay ahead, as long as Lynn was by her side, she would have enough courage and strength.
"Lynn, thank you for accompanying me to see Dad today," Lily said softly, her voice filled with gratitude.
Lynn smiled, gently stroking Lily's hair: "Lily, this is what I should do. Your family is my family, and I will always be by your side."
The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with anticipation and longing for the future.
The next morning, the Sun's rays filtered through the curtains, dappling Lynn's desk, but failing to dispel the dull and oppressive atmosphere in the room. Lynn pushed open the door, his eyes still carrying a hint of lingering fatigue, but more so, a focus and determination for work. He walked straight to his desk, ready to start a new day's work.
However, when he opened the folder on his desk, a report about Mexicans committing crimes in Manhattanimmediately caught his eye. The report's title was striking and jarring, like a bolt from the blue, instantly hitting Lynn's heart.
"What's going on?" Lynn frowned, quickly scanning the report's contents, his expression growing more solemn. "Mexicans committing crimes in Manhattan? How is this possible?"
He looked up at his colleague Jack, who was sitting opposite him, his voice filled with disbelief: "Jack, is this report true? Are you sure there's no mistake?"
Jack looked up, his eyes also flashing with shock and confusion: "Lynn, I wish this were false. But the report came directly from the scene—eyewitness testimony, surveillance footage, all evidence points to the Mexicans. This incident is probably not simple."
Lynn was silent for a moment, his mind racing, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the incident. He knew that a delicate balance had always existed between the Mexicans and Manhattan, but such a malicious crime had never occurred. Behind this, there must be a deeper secret.
"We need more information," Lynn said in a deep voice, picking up the phone, ready to contact relevant departments for more detailed information. "This matter must be thoroughly investigated, with no omissions."
On the other end of the line, the operator's voice was calm and professional: "Hello, this is the ManhattanPolice Department. How may I help you?"
Lynn quickly explained the situation, and the operator said they would send the relevant information as soon as possible. After hanging up, Lynn looked at Jack: "Jack, let's split up. You go investigate the recent movements of the Mexicans, and I'll go interview the eyewitnesses to see if we can find more clues."
The two split up, and Lynn drove to the crime scene. Along the way, his mood was exceptionally heavy. He knew that this incident not only concerned the relationship between the two groups but could also trigger a series of unpredictable consequences. He had to find the truth as quickly as possible to prevent the situation from deteriorating further.
Upon arriving at the scene, Lynn saw the blood-stained ground and the terrified eyes of the people around. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, then walked towards an old man who seemed to be an eyewitness.
"Hello, I'm Lynn from the FBI," Lynn showed his ID, his voice gentle and firm. "I'd like to understand what happened last night. Can you tell me?"
Chapter 196 This place is definitely not simple
The old man's hands trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear and unease: "Last night... last night was terrifying. Those people suddenly rushed out and started hacking people with knives. They were shouting something I couldn't understand, like... like Spanish."
Lynn frowned, his keen senses picking up the crucial information in the old man's words: "Spanish? Are you sure?"
The old man nodded: "Yes, I'm sure. Although I don't understand Spanish, I can tell it was the sound of Spanish."
Lynn's heart sank. He realized this incident might truly be related to the Mexican people. But he still didn't want to believe that Mexican people would commit murder in Manhattan without reason. He had to find more evidence to uncover the truth of this incident.
Lynn and Hans's car slowly stopped on Seventh Avenue in Manhattan. The street was cordoned off, and the red and blue police lights illuminated a chilling atmosphere. A thick tension permeated the air, making even the winter wind feel more biting. As Lynn got out of the car, he had already tightened the collar of his trench coat, his deep brown eyes scanning the surroundings with a stern expression.
"Where's the suspect?" Lynn asked a young Agentstanding by the police tape as soon as he arrived at the scene. The Agent was wearing an ill-fitting police jacket, and the sweat on his face hadn't yet been dried by the wind.
"Not caught yet, Agent Lynn. He escaped too quickly." The young Agent looked remorseful, his voice trembling slightly from the cold and tension. "However, we are sealing off nearby streets, so he shouldn't be able to get too far."
"'Shouldn't'?" Lynn repeated the word in a displeased tone. He had always been impatient with such ambiguous attitudes. "Has the suspect's description been sent to command center?"
"Yes. He's a Mexican male, around thirty years old, six feet tall, wearing a black jacket and jeans—"
"That description could fit fifty people on the street." Hans, standing by, a unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, interjected. A hint of disdain was on his face. "I bet there are at least three people in the bar next door right now who match that description exactly."
"Enough, Hans." Lynn turned and glared at him, then nodded to the young Agent. "You continue your work; we'll take over."
The Agent nodded and quickly ran off as if he had been pardoned. Lynn looked around. The scene was heavily cordoned off, but outside, a crowd of curious citizens and reporters had gathered, their camera flashes occasionally stinging his eyes. He rubbed his temples, his gaze turning to the crime scene not far away. It was the entrance to a small supermarket; the glass door had been shattered, fragments scattered everywhere, and bloodstains spread from the doorway onto the sidewalk.
"Honestly, I still don't get it." Hans finally took the cigarette out of his mouth. "A Mexican, suddenly running to Manhattan and randomly killing a few people? This sounds like a random crime, but it's too chaotic. This kind of thing usually isn't done by drug dealers."
"Don't jump to conclusions." Lynn strode quickly towards the scene, his leather boots making crisp sounds on the damp, cold ground. He walked into the damaged supermarket entrance, his gaze lingering on the dark red bloodstains.
"Have the victims been identified?" Lynn asked a Agentwho was examining the scene. He was a man in his fifties, wearing glasses, his face etched with fatigue.
"Yes, there are two deceased and one seriously injured. One of the deceased is the supermarket cashier, a Mexican female, twenty-three years old; the other is a customer, a White male around fifty years old. The seriously injured person is the owner of this supermarket, who has already been sent to the hospital," the Agentreplied, flipping through his notes.
Lynn frowned, "Why did he attack? Are there any surveillance cameras?"
"The surveillance was destroyed, but we found fragments, and technical personnel are trying to restore them. As for the motive, we have no leads yet," the Agent's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "However, this attack happened too suddenly, and there were few witnesses. Everyone's descriptions are vague."
"What did the witnesses say?" Hans interjected, his tone still carrying a nonchalant taunt. "Let me guess, it was a 'tall, strong man,' and then they didn't see anything, right?"
The Agent pushed up his glasses and coughed awkwardly, "Basically, yes."
"Damn it." Lynn cursed under his breath. He stood up and surveyed the mess inside the supermarket. Shelves were overturned, goods scattered everywhere, glass fragments reflected the glaring lights, and in the center of the bloodstains on the floor, he noticed something strange.
It was a piece of patterned fabric, mixed in with the bloodstains, seemingly torn from some uniform or clothing. Lynn knelt down, picked up the fabric with tweezers, and examined it carefully for a while. The pattern was very distinctive, like some kind of totem—not a common factory product.
"What is this?" Hans leaned over, hands in his pockets, craning his neck to see.
"It looks like a symbol of some gang," Lynn whispered, then stood up, carefully placing the fabric into an evidence bag. "Perhaps, this case is far more complicated than it appears."
"You think it's a gang attack?" Hans raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt in his tone. "But Mexican gangs rarely act directly in broad daylight, especially in New York. This isn't their territory."
"I don't know, but the pattern on this fabric reminds me of some rumors." Lynn handed the evidence bag to the Agent nearby. "Send it to the technical department immediately and find out its origin."
"Yes." The Agent quickly took the bag and left the scene.
"Rumors?" Hans tilted his head, his face full of questions. "What rumors?"
"Have you heard of the Holy Blood Alliance?" Lynn said in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Hans was stunned. "That legendary underground organization? You're joking, right? They're not some ordinary gang. They're the kind of thing that only appears in rumors; no one has seen them, no one knows if they're real or fake."
"But their symbol is very similar to the totem on this fabric." Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the supermarket entrance, a thoughtful yet subtly alert look in his eyes. "If it really is them, we're in big trouble."
"Damn it." Hans muttered under his breath, then pulled a stick of gum from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. "So what do we do? Continue chasing this killer, or call headquarters directly and have them send more people?"
"We'll first figure out the ins and outs of this matter," Lynn said decisively. "Headquarters' support isn't that easy to get, especially when it involves this kind of underground organization. We need more evidence."
"Alright, you're the boss, you call the shots." Hansshrugged, then followed Lynn out of the supermarket. Although his face still held a nonchalant expression, a subtle gravity had appeared in his eyes.
As soon as the two walked outside the police tape, an officer rushed over, his face pale, his breathing rapid.
"Agent Lynn, we found a body in a nearby alley!" the officer said, panting.
"What?" Lynn suddenly turned, his eyes as sharp as blades. "Take us there!"
They quickly pushed through the crowd and arrived at a narrow alley a few blocks away. The alley was dim and damp, and the trash cans emitted a pungent odor. At the end of the alley lay a blood-soaked body.
The body was a man, about forty years old, dressed in ordinary street clothes, but a strange symbol had been carved into his chest—a winged dagger surrounded by blood-drop-shaped etchings.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Hans frowned, covering his nose with his hand.
Lynn's face was terrifyingly grim. He knelt down, carefully examining the carvings on the body. The lines of the symbol were very precise, as if carved by someone specially trained, which further confirmed his previous suspicions.
"This is a warning," he said in a low voice.
"A warning?" Hans's eyes widened in disbelief. "Who is this for, exactly?"
"It's for us." Lynn stood up, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. "The Holy Blood Alliance is telling us they already know we're investigating."
Hans opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately only let out a sigh. "This is getting more and more interesting."
"Interesting?" Lynn shot him a cold glance. "Next, you'll only feel worse."
Lynn's voice was like a cold blade cutting through the air, and Hans couldn't help but shrink his neck when he heard it. He knew that Lynn rarely showed such a tone—this meant that things were even trickier than they had imagined.
"Check the surroundings for surveillance or any traces left behind," Lynn instructed the police officers nearby, while simultaneously putting on gloves and crouching down to examine the body carefully again.
The corpse had a shocking wound on its chest, but strangely, it wasn't an ordinary knife wound. The edges were neat, yet there was a strange irregularity, as if caused by a specially designed weapon. Lynn stared down at the "winged dagger" symbol, fragments of memories surfacing in his mind.
"This symbol looks too familiar…" he murmured to himself.
Hans stood behind him, scanning both sides of the alley. It was dark and narrow, eerily secluded, as if even the wind was blocked out. He sighed, chewing gum, and kicked over a nearby trash can, trying to mask his unease.
"Lynn, do you really think this was the Holy Blood Alliance? I still think it's a bit too exaggerated," he said, looking down at the body, a hint of doubt in his voice.
"These symbols aren't something ordinary people can make. The Holy Blood Alliance's symbol has always been their calling card, and their way of declaring war," Lynnstood up, took off his gloves, and swept his gaze across the entire alley. "Although there's little information about this organization, every time they appear, it's accompanied by high-profile killings. And—" He paused, looking up at Hans, "—there's definitely a bigger story behind this case."
"Alright, assuming what you're saying is true. Then the question is—why did they kill this person? Who is he?" Hans pointed his chin at the body on the ground, a trace of anxiety in his voice.
"Not yet, but we'll know very soon," Lynn said coldly, then turned to the police officer beside him and said, "Immediately send the body to the forensic department. Focus on examining the symbol marks on the chest to see if anything special can be found."
The police officer nodded, quickly arranging for personnel to handle the body. Lynn turned and patted Hans's shoulder.
"Let's go, we have other things to do."
"Where?" Hans reluctantly followed him. "Aren't we waiting for the forensic report?"
"Waiting for the report is the most foolish choice," Lynnsaid without looking back. "We have to take the initiative."
His steps were swift and firm, and Hans had no choice but to quicken his pace. He stared blankly at Lynn's back, secretly muttering to himself that Lynn seemed more tense than usual. The Holy Blood Alliance, that name clearly touched some of his memories, but he didn't dare to ask—at least, not now.
The two returned to the car. Lynn silently started the engine, and Hans couldn't help but break the silence.
"So, where are we going now? Do you have the Holy Blood Alliance's 'contact information'?"
Lynn glanced at him, the corners of his lips curling into a cold smile. "I don't need their contact information, but I know someone who might have the answer."
"Who?"
"Carlos Alvarez."
Hans was stunned. "The intelligence peddler holed up in Brooklyn? Are you sure he'll help us?"
"He won't help us, but he'll talk for money," Lynn said calmly, a hidden determination in his eyes. "And, he has old scores with the Holy Blood Alliance. If the Holy Blood Alliance really got involved in this case, he must know something."
Hans shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "I hope he doesn't play any tricks, otherwise you know how difficult these people are to deal with."
Lynn didn't answer, but focused on driving. Night gradually fell, and the streets of Manhattan were adorned with lights, dreamlike, but beneath the shadows of this city, there were always unknown dangers lurking in the dark.
They drove all the way to a dilapidated residential area in Brooklyn, a stark contrast to the prosperity of Manhattan. The air was filled with the smell of old mold and tobacco. Lynn parked the car in front of a mottled apartment building. Before gripping the door handle, he turned to Hans.
"Stay close to me, and don't talk nonsense."
"When do I ever talk nonsense?" Hans spread his hands, his expression innocent.
"Every time," Lynn replied coldly, then got out of the car.
The two walked through the dim hallway and arrived at a dilapidated door on the third floor. Lynn's knock was crisp and precise, three taps, without any hesitation.
Silence for a few seconds from behind the door, then a voice with a thick Mexico accent asked, "Who?"
"Carlos, it's me, Lynn." His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
It was quiet behind the door again for a moment, then came the sound of chains being unlocked. The door was pulled open, and a short, skinny man poked his head out. He looked to be in his forties, his face covered in wrinkles, his eyes alert and cunning.
"Agent Lynn, I never thought you'd come looking for me." Carlos showed a meaningful smile, but his hand did not leave the doorframe.
"I have questions to ask." Lynn pushed the door open and walked straight in without waiting for him to move aside.
Carlos evidently didn't expect him to be so direct; his body swayed, but he didn't stop him, instead he smiled and said, "Looks like you're still the same, straightforward."
Lynn ignored his taunt and cut straight to the chase: "The Holy Blood Alliance has appeared in Manhattan recently. Do you know anything?"
Carlos's smile vanished instantly, his face turning grim. "The Holy Blood Alliance? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb, Carlos." Lynn took a step forward, his gaze like a sharp blade piercing into his heart. "You have a grudge with them; that's something all New York knows. They've committed a crime in Manhattan. If you don't want to get into more trouble, tell me everything you know."
Carlos stared at Lynn, his eyes filled with hesitation and struggle. He finally sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Alright, I did hear some news, but after I tell you, you have to guarantee that they won't come looking for me."
"Speak," Lynn ordered coldly.
Carlos lowered his voice. "The Holy Blood Alliance has indeed been active recently. They're recruiting, and their target is… a very special batch of goods. I heard that batch of goods is hidden in a secret location in Manhattan."
"What goods?" Lynn's brows furrowed deeper.
"I don't know exactly what it is, but I heard it's some kind of 'holy relic.' They believe that thing is an important heritage of their organization and must be recovered." Carlos looked at Lynn and added, "You'd better be careful. The Holy Blood Alliance people are very crazy, especially their leader… that guy called 'Blood Eagle'."
"Blood Eagle?" Lynn repeated the name softly.
"Yes, he's a ruthless character, a killer without batting an eye. If you encounter him…" Carlos paused, his expression complex, "it's best not to confront him head-on."
Lynn was silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked out the door. "Thank you for the information, Carlos. I hope you don't tell anyone else about this."
"Of course, I still want to live a few more years." Carlos chuckled dryly, watching the two leave.
Hans followed Lynn down the stairs, unable to resist speaking. "Blood Eagle? Sounds like a lunatic."
"Lunatics are the most dangerous enemies," Lynn's tone was cold. "And his target is very likely related to our case."
"What do we do next?"
"We have to find that batch of goods." Lynn stopped, his eyes deep. "This game, we've already been pulled into it."
Night fell, and the city was enveloped in dim light. A cold wind, carrying a hint of damp mold, blew past. Lynn and Hans's car was quietly parked in a shadow outside the warehouse. The warehouse itself was dilapidated, with mottled bricks on the walls and rusty iron doors, exuding a sense of desolation from years of disrepair. But this was just the surface; Lynn's sixth sense told him that this place was definitely not simple.