Chapter 213 A Familiar Voice
About half an hour later, the car drove into a peaceful cemetery. Lynn parked the car in the parking lot at the cemetery entrance, and the two got out of the car, slowly walking along the quiet path deeper into the cemetery.
Kate's steps were a bit slow, as if each step was recalling something. Lynn didn't rush her, but quietly followed beside her, his steps steady yet light. He could feel Kate suppressing her emotions, but he didn't speak, because he knew that this moment didn't require many words.
They finally stopped in front of a simple tombstone. The tombstone was engraved with the name "Carl Miller", and next to it was a slightly yellowed old photograph of a gentle man, smiling slightly, with a loving gaze.
Kate squatted down, gently placed the white chrysanthemums in her hand in front of the tombstone, then raised her hand and slowly stroked the name on the tombstone, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Dad…" she whispered, her voice a little hoarse, as if she was trying to suppress her tears, "I'm here."
Lynn stood not far away, quietly watching Kate, his gaze devoid of its usual coldness, replaced by an indescribable softness. He knew this moment belonged to Kate, and he didn't want to disturb her.
"Lynn, do you know?" Kate suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly, but she didn't look up, "When I was little, I loved going to the library with my dad. He would always let me pick a book, and then quietly read his own book beside me. We could go all day without talking, but I never felt lonely, because I knew he was right there."
Lynn didn't respond, just nodded slightly, and continued to listen to her.
"Later, when he passed away, it took me a long time to understand that his departure wasn't due to some accident, but because someone wanted to cover up the truth." Kate's hand gripped the edge of the tombstone tightly, her eyes already red, "This made me realize that the World isn't fair. Those in power can cover up everything with lies, and those ordinary people… their suffering, they don't even have a voice."
She paused, took a deep breath, then looked up at Lynn, "That's why I chose to be a reporter. I want to use my own way to make those silent sufferings heard. But sometimes, I also ask myself, would it be easier if I let go of these obsessions?"
"If you let go of these obsessions," Lynn's voice was low and powerful, "you wouldn't be who you are now."
Kate was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and chuckled softly, "Yes, maybe."
The wind in the cemetery blew gently, carrying a hint of coolness, stirring Kate's hair. She raised her hand to tidy her hair, then stood up, her gaze still on the tombstone.
"Lynn, thank you." She turned around, her eyes filled with a grateful tenderness, "Thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you for bringing the truth to light."
"Kate," Lynn's gaze met hers, his tone unwavering, yet revealing an undeniable sincerity, "The truth isn't for me, nor is it for you. It's for your father, he deserves all of this."
Kate pursed her lips, looking at Lynn with a complex gaze. After a moment, she nodded, "You're right, he deserves it."
The two fell silent again for a while, Kate seemed to be bidding farewell to the tombstone, whispering a few words, then turned and left. Lynn, meanwhile, remained by her side, like a silent Guardian.
On the way back, the atmosphere in the car remained quiet, but it no longer felt oppressive. Kate leaned against the car window, her expression seemingly a little more relaxed.
"You know, Lynn," she suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a hint of teasing, "I've always been curious, besides work, do you ever do anything else?"
"Like what?" Lynn focused on the road ahead, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Like… going to a bar? Watching movies? Or chatting with friends?" Kate turned her head to look at him, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
"Bars are noisy, no time for movies," Lynn replied indifferently, "As for chatting… if necessary, I will chat."
Kate couldn't help but laugh, "You're such a boring person."
"Maybe," Lynn's tone remained calm, but there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.
Kate shook her head, sighing with a smile, "Perhaps it's precisely because you're so boring that I find you interesting."
Lynn didn't answer, just gently pressed the accelerator, and the car sped up slightly.
The scenery outside the car window rapidly receded, Kate's gaze lingered on Lynn's profile, the smile on her lips gradually fading, replaced by a soft and complex emotion.
She knew that Lynn wasn't an easy person to get close to, but precisely because of this, every effort he made and every small display of emotion seemed especially precious.
Kate lowered her eyelids, her fingers gently gripping the necklace around her neck, a small pocket watch pendant containing a photo of her father.
"Lynn," she whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the engine.
"What?" Lynn turned his head to look at her.
Kate looked up, a smile returning to her face, "Nothing. Just wanted to tell you, today is the most relaxed I've been in a long time."
Lynn nodded, his gaze returning to the front, "That's good."
The car continued on its way back to the city, and the sunlight gradually filled the entire street, as if enveloping some inexpressible peace and warmth.
Night enveloped the streets of Brooklyn, neon lights on the streets cast a dim yellow glow, and occasionally a taxi drove by, reflecting on the wet road. Lynn leaned against the balcony of Kate's apartment, his gaze piercing through the end of the street, looking at the city lights in the distance. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and as the night wind swept past, the steam from the coffee was quickly carried away.
Kate walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of small pastries, and leaned against the doorframe, watching Lynn's back, a smile playing on her lips, "You leaning like that, you look exactly like a philosopher contemplating life."
Lynn turned his head, his brow raised slightly, "I just think this night view is a bit better than the coffee you made."
"Oh wow, is that a criticism of my cooking?" Kate walked over, placed the plate on the table, took a sip of the tea in her hand, then raised an eyebrow, "But I don't think you're here to rate coffee. Tell me, what's on your Agent mind again?"
Lynn looked at her, silent for a moment, then put the cup aside, his gaze becoming serious, "Kate, I want to talk to you about your work."
"My work?" Kate raised an eyebrow, deliberately asking in a relaxed tone, "What's wrong? Are you going to quit the FBI and join the media industry?"
Lynn ignored her teasing and took a step forward, closer to her, his voice low and direct, "Kate, your father's matter is over. The truth has been revealed, and the culprits have received their due punishment. You have completed your mission, and now you can choose to leave this dangerous position and live a more ordinary life."
Kate was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, her eyes filled with a hint of complexity, "Lynn, I didn't expect you to say something like that."
"I'm serious," Lynn's voice was as calm as ever, but there was a rare softness in his tone, "I understand your abilities, you are an excellent reporter. But now, this industry is not just a challenge for you, but also a risk. You have exposed too many dangerous truths and have attracted enough hostility. If you continue… something bad is likely to happen."
Kate looked at him, blinked, then sighed softly, placed the teacup on the table, and leaned against the balcony railing, "Lynn, you know, I never chose this path because I was seeking safety."
"That's because you were driven by your father's matter." Lynn leaned beside her, his gaze fixed straight ahead, "But now, you can let go of these. No one will blame you for taking a step back. You've done enough."
Kate lowered her head and pondered for a while, then looked up, meeting Lynn's gaze with an unwavering determination, "Lynn, maybe you're right, I initially became a reporter to seek justice for my father. But what I've done these years isn't just about my father. It's also about the unfair, unexposed truths I've seen. I can't back down because of danger, because if I back down, who will expose those things that need to be exposed?"
Lynn didn't respond immediately, his gaze fell on Kate's face, his eyes a little complex. He knew her personality, and he knew it wouldn't be easy to persuade her. But he still tried to make her understand the seriousness of the danger.
"Kate," Lynn said softly, "The people you're facing are not ordinary opponents. They have power, resources, and they won't hesitate to use the most extreme methods to protect themselves. If you continue, you might not be so lucky next time."
"I know," Kate replied softly, yet without the slightest waver in her tone, "But don't you think that if I stop because I'm afraid of danger, they've already won?"
Lynn frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes, "This isn't about winning or losing, this is about your safety."
Kate smiled, she turned to face Lynn, her voice filled with a gentle firmness, "Lynn, you're always like this, seeing things as tasks and responsibilities. But for me, this isn't just work. This is the way of life I've chosen. If danger is the price, I'm willing to pay it."
"Even at the cost of your life?" Lynn's voice was low, his gaze like a knife.
"If it's for true justice," Kate's tone became even more resolute, "I am willing."
The two looked at each other for a while, a tense emotion permeating the air. Kate's gaze, though firm, also carried a hint of gentle concern; she knew Lynn was genuinely worried about her. And in Lynn's eyes, besides calm thought, there was an emotion he himself was unwilling to admit—a desire to protect her.
"Lynn," Kate said softly, her tone softening slightly, "I know you've done a lot for me, and I know what you're worried about. But I hope you can understand, this is who I am. I can't stop because I'm afraid, otherwise I wouldn't even have the courage to face myself."
Lynn looked at her, and after a long moment, finally sighed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "You are always a stubborn person."
Kate smiled, "And you? Aren't you just as stubborn?"
Lynn didn't argue further, he reached for the coffee on the table, took a sip, and said with a hint of compromise, "Alright, if this is your choice, I won't stop you anymore. But one thing—promise me, if there's ever any real danger, you must contact me."
Kate raised an eyebrow, "Is this a protection agreement?"
"This is an agreement," Lynn's voice was low but carried an undeniable firmness.
Kate looked down and smiled, then nodded, "Okay, I promise you."
A few days later, Kate's in-depth report made the front page. This time, she exposed a major corruption scandal involving a multinational company, the article was detailed and powerful. Media attention once again pushed her to the center of public opinion.
Lynn sat in his FBI office, a newspaper on his desk, Kate's article on the front page. His gaze swept over the familiar name, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Although the worry still lingered, he knew this was Kate's choice, and what he could do was silently support her from behind.
Not far away, Hans walked over, looked at the newspaper in Lynn's hand, and teased, "She's truly a tireless reporter."
Lynn looked up at Hans and said faintly, "She's a stronger person than we imagine."
Hans smiled, "Yeah, but I guess she also knows there's someone backing her up."
Lynn didn't answer, just folded the newspaper, his gaze looking out the window at the bustling city outside.
The morning air in Manhattan was slightly cold, the sky was overcast, giving off a sense of oppressive dullness. Cars sped by on the streets, and Police sirens mingled with the city's noise, sounding particularly harsh. Hours earlier, a horrifying school shooting had occurred here. A gunman had broken into a private high school and opened fire on innocent students, resulting in multiple casualties among teachers and students. The entire Manhattan was shrouded in the Shadow of shock and panic.
Kate's car was parked by a Police cordon a few blocks from the school. Police lights flashed, and Policemaintained order at the blockade, trying to prevent the swarming reporters and onlookers. Kate got out of the car, carrying her signature bag and press pass, her eyes filled with her usual resolve and focus.
She took a deep breath, just about to walk towards the cordon, when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Kate."
Kate froze, turned around, and indeed it was Lynn. He was wearing a dark coat, his hands in his pockets, standing not far away. Although he looked as calm as ever, there was a hint of concern in his eyes that she recognized.
"Lynn?" Kate frowned, walked forward, her tone carrying a hint of surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same question," Lynn raised an eyebrow, his tone calm but undeniable, "Do you know how dangerous it is here?"
Chapter 214: Caught him so quickly?
"I'm a journalist, Lynn," Kate spread her hands, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "This is my job. Besides, the shooting is over, the culprit has been subdued, and the scene isn't dangerous."
"Maybe not dangerous, but you know what kind of people such cases attract," Lynn's voice was low, with an undeniable, cold hardness. "Journalists, onlookers, even potential accomplices. This chaotic scene is far more complex than you imagine."
Kate sighed helplessly, "Lynn, you know I can't not come. This is big news, and—"
"And you think it's your responsibility," Lynn cut her off, his voice devoid of anger, only a calm weariness. "Kate, I know what you're thinking. But I'm here today not to stop you, but to ensure your safety."
Kate looked at him, startled for a moment, then a faint smile touched her lips. "So, you came for me?"
Lynn didn't answer, just looked at her quietly. His gaze was deep, carrying an emotion she couldn't fully fathom.
Kate lowered her head and chuckled. "Alright, since you're already here, I can't chase you away. But you have to promise me—don't interfere with my work."
"I won't interfere," Lynn's voice remained calm, but his gaze held a hint of vigilance. "But if there's danger, I'll take you away immediately."
Kate nodded, turned, and walked towards the Police line, Lynn silently followed behind her. His steps were steady, his gaze constantly scanning the surroundings, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.
The area near the Police line was already crowded with journalists and onlookers. Kate skillfully held up her press pass and negotiated with the Police, quickly being allowed inside the cordon. Lynn stood not far from her, discreetly following her steps, as if he were just an accompanying colleague.
The scene in front of the campus was heavy: several Police cars were parked at the main entrance, a few Police officers were talking in low voices, faint bullet holes were visible on the school walls, and there were several covered bloodstains on the ground. The atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Kate took out her voice recorder and began to communicate with the officer on site. "May I ask if you can disclose the identity of the assailant? Why did he choose this location as his target?"
The officer glanced at her, his tone cautious. "We are still investigating. The assailant is a former student of this school, twenty years old, and was recently expelled. The motive is currently unclear, but it may be related to his recent psychological state."
"What is the condition of the victims?" Kate pressed, a hint of concern in her eyes.
"Currently, three deaths have been confirmed: one teacher and two students. Five others are injured, one of whom is in critical condition."
Kate nodded, continuing to record. Then her gaze swept towards the school gate, and she quietly asked, "Can I go inside and take a look?"
"I'm afraid not, it's an investigation area inside," the officer shook his head. "If there's more information, we will notify the media."
Kate didn't press further, but instead turned and left, gathering information near the Police line like the other journalists. She appeared calm, but the worry in her brows had not dissipated.
Lynn always followed her, his gaze scanning everyone around him like a hawk. He rarely interjected, simply observing everything on the scene in his own way.
"Lynn, you really don't have to follow me," Kate stopped, looking at him, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "I'm already used to handling these kinds of situations."
"I know you can handle it," Lynn replied calmly. "But I won't leave."
Kate smiled helplessly and didn't try to persuade him further. They continued to circle the cordon, Kate interviewing some witnesses and student parents, recording many details. As time passed, the Police began to clear the scene, and the media's activity range was further restricted.
Just as Kate finished her last interview, an ordinary-looking man squeezed through the crowd. He wore a plain black jacket, his face unremarkable, but his movements seemed a little unnatural. His hands were in his pockets, his gaze wandering, yet with a strange tension.
Lynn's gaze instantly locked onto him. His intuition told him that this person was not an ordinary onlooker.
"Kate," Lynn said in a low voice, with a warning tone. "Stand behind me."
Kate was startled for a moment, just about to ask what was happening, when she saw Lynn had quietly stepped in front of her, his gaze fixed on the man.
The man seemed to notice Lynn's gaze, and the expression on his face became even more unnatural. He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket—in an instant, Lynn drew his gun.
"Stop!" Lynn shouted, his gun pointed directly at the man.
The crowd instantly screamed, everyone scattering and fleeing, while the man froze in place, terrified, the item in his hand falling to the ground—it was a folding knife.
The Police quickly rushed over, pinned the man to the ground, and handcuffed him. Lynn slowly lowered his gun, his gaze still as sharp as a blade.
Kate stood by, witnessing everything, her heart still racing. She looked at Lynn, complex emotions in her eyes. "How did you know about him?"
"Intuition," Lynn replied coldly, then turned to look at the man being led away by the Police, his voice low. "He's not a journalist here, nor an ordinary onlooker. His movements gave everything away."
Kate looked at Lynn, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, but more of complexity and helplessness. She understood that Lynn's vigilance had saved her life, but it also made her realize that the World she was in was more dangerous than she had imagined.
"Thank you, Lynn," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.
Lynn didn't respond, just glanced at her, then put his gun back in his waistband.
As night fell, Kate and Lynn sat in the car on the way back, the car filled with silence. Kate looked out the window, lost in thought, while Lynn focused on driving, his eyes still holding a hint of unvanished vigilance.
"Lynn," Kate finally spoke, her voice low and soft. "Why do you always protect me like this?"
Lynn didn't answer immediately. He gripped the steering wheel, and after a few seconds, he spoke. "Because I know no one else will protect you. And I'm here to ensure your safety."
Kate looked at his profile, a faint smile touching her lips. "You know what? You're actually not as cold as you pretend to be."
Lynn didn't respond, just gently pressed the accelerator, and the car drove into the Brooklyn night.
In the afternoon in Brooklyn, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, sprinkling onto the streets. Kate stood outside a cafe, holding her journalist's notebook, looking down at the clues she had recorded during her morning interviews. The streets were bustling with people and cars, yet she was focused on her work, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.
Lynn stood not far away in front of an ice cream stand, looking down at the ice cream flavors in the display. The vendor was a woman in her fifties, slowly introducing her "secret recipe." Lynn's expression was as usual, cold as ice, but his finger lightly tapped the counter, indicating he wanted a simple vanilla flavor.
Just then, Kate's gaze suddenly lifted from her notebook. She had instinctively scanned the street, but a Shadow in the distance deeply captivated her.
It was him.
Although it was only for a moment, and despite the person wearing a low-brimmed hat and a seemingly ordinary gray jacket, Kate recognized him. Those hurried yet alert footsteps, that slightly lowered head yet constant glancing around... She couldn't be mistaken. This matched the description of one of the shooting suspects the Police had provided earlier—a possible accomplice of the assailant.
Kate's heart pounded. Her journalistic instinct told her she had to follow this person. But at the same time, her rationality reminded her that this was dangerous. Yet she didn't hesitate for too long, ultimately choosing the first reaction.
"Lynn!" she subconsciously called out, but Lynn evidently didn't hear her at that moment, still standing at the ice cream stand, reaching into his pocket for change.
Kate gritted her teeth, didn't wait for him, and instead grabbed her bag and quickly chased in the direction the person had disappeared. She weaved through the crowd, trying to slow her steps to avoid being noticed by the other party. At the street corner, the person's back appeared again. He quickly crossed the road, as if deliberately avoiding something.
"It's definitely him," Kate muttered to herself, her fingertips tightly gripping her bag strap, her gaze fixed on her target.
She knew her decision wasn't rational, but she also knew this could be an opportunity to break the case's deadlock.
Meanwhile, Lynn had just picked up the ice cream he bought from the stand. He turned around, ready to walk towards Kate, only to find the spot where she had been standing empty.
His brows instantly furrowed, his gaze sweeping around, quickly catching sight of Kate's back—she was walking quickly towards the street corner, her movements hurried and focused.
Lynn's eyes instantly sharpened. He dropped the ice cream in his hand and quickly followed.
Kate, what are you doing again?
Kate cautiously followed her target, trying to keep herself hidden in the crowd. She saw the person enter a secluded alley, his movements becoming more tense, constantly looking back.
Kate paused at the alley entrance, hesitating for a second, but ultimately stepped inside.
The alley was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a damp, moldy smell. The target's footsteps echoed clearly in the narrow alley, but soon, the sound stopped.
Kate held her breath, pressed herself against the wall, and secretly peeked out.
The person stopped at the end of the alley, seemingly making a phone call. His voice was very low, with a hint of urgency: "...I've already left as planned... No, I'm not going back... These journalists and Police are watching... It's impossible to be safe now..."
Kate tried to catch every word, but suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind her.
"Kate," Lynn's voice, low yet cold, came from behind her.
Kate jumped, turning sharply, and saw Lynn's stern face. His hand was on his waist, clearly already gripping his gun.
"What are you doing?" Lynn asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with an undeniable interrogation.
Kate was about to explain when she was interrupted by the target's movements—the person had evidently noticed the movement and spun around, his gaze sweeping the dimly lit alley. The moment he saw Kate and Lynn, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and then he took off running.
"Bastard!" Lynn cursed under his breath, drawing his gun without hesitation and giving chase.
"Lynn!" Kate called out, but Lynn had already disappeared at the end of the alley.
Kate hesitated for a second, then also gave chase.
The chase in the alley was like a battle. The target was clearly familiar with the area, skillfully weaving through narrow passages, occasionally jumping onto walls or climbing over obstacles. Lynn followed closely behind, his steps steady and swift, not being shaken off by the other party at all.
"Stop!" Lynn growled, his voice carrying a sense of oppression.
The man glanced back, a hint of viciousness in his eyes, and suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket, throwing it fiercely at Lynn.
The blade cut through the air. Lynn quickly dodged sideways, the knife grazing his shoulder, leaving a cut on his jacket. His steps didn't stop; instead, he closed in on the target even faster.
Just then, the target suddenly flipped over a low wall, Lynn followed closely, landing steadily.
The two rushed out of the alley and entered a deserted factory area. It was vast and cluttered, filled with broken equipment and debris, becoming a complex chase ground.
Lynn's gaze was locked onto the target, but just as he was about to close in, the target suddenly pulled out a pistol from behind a discarded box and aimed it at Lynn.
"Don't come any closer!" the man yelled, his voice filled with fear and despair.
Lynn stopped, raising his hands, his expression chillingly calm.
"Put the gun down," Lynn's voice was low and powerful, like an invisible pressure.
"Don't force me!" The target's hand trembled, clearly not skilled with weapons. "I just want to leave! Don't force me to do something stupid!"
Lynn's gaze was as sharp as a knife. He slowly took a step forward. "You've already done something stupid. Your only choice now is to put down the gun and come with me."
The target's eyes were filled with terror. His finger trembled on the trigger, but just as he hesitated, a clear sound of footsteps came from the side.
"Lynn!" Kate's voice rang out from not far away.
Lynn's eyes instantly became even sharper. He shouted, "Kate, don't come any closer!"
The target's attention was diverted by Kate's voice. Lynnseized the moment, quickly moved, lunged forward, and with precise movements, disarmed the opponent, pinning him forcefully to the ground.
The target struggled on the ground, but Lynn forcefully restrained his hands and locked him with his portable handcuffs.
Kate ran to them, staring dumbfounded at the scene. "You... how did you catch him so quickly?"
Lynn stood up, tugged at his jacket that had been cut by the knife, and gave Kate a cold glance. "Because you yelled, and almost got me shot."
Chapter 215 About Danger and Truth
Kate gave an awkward laugh, "Well... I was just helping."
Lynn sighed, looking at her with a complicated gaze, "Kate, next time before you help, think about your own safety."
Kate didn't answer, just looked at Lynn; in that moment, she saw a rare softness and concern in his cold demeanor.
The Police station's lights were dim, and the air was filled with an unsettling scent—a mix of sweat, disinfectant, and the stale smell of metal and concrete. When Lynnescorted the suspect into the station, the surrounding Police officers stopped their work, watching him sternly push the panicked man towards the interrogation room. When the door closed, the metallic click was particularly jarring in the silent hall.
The officer in charge of the case walked over. He was a middle-aged man named Thompson, with a scruffy beard and a tired expression, but his eyes showed a hint of gratitude due to Lynn's arrival.
"Agent Lynn," Thompson extended his hand, his voice filled with unconcealed respect, "You've caught an important individual. The suspect has been verified; he is the main culprit in the school shooting. We owe this case to you."
Lynn lightly shook his hand, his gaze as calm as Water, "I just happened to stumble upon him."
"But if it weren't for you, he might have escaped long ago." Thompson sighed, turning to look at the interrogation room door, "We've been chasing him for three days. He was like a Shadow, leaving almost no clues. I can't believe how you caught him."
"He was a bit nervous; his movements and behavior gave him away," Lynn said calmly, as if stating a routine task. "However, you'll need to interrogate him thoroughly. If he is the main culprit, there might be other accomplices behind him."
Thompson nodded, "You're right. We've already contacted psychological experts and the interrogation team; this time, we won't let him get away with it."
Lynn nodded slightly, turning to leave, only to find Kate standing not far away, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes sparkling with excitement and concern.
"You're really a hero this time," Kate teased, a smile playing on her lips, "You directly helped the Police solve the case; even they're looking at you with new respect."
"Not a hero, just luck," Lynn said calmly, but his gaze lingered on Kate for a moment, as if checking if she was unharmed.
Kate clearly felt his gaze and couldn't help but laugh, "Shouldn't you praise me? If I hadn't found him, you might still be leisurely choosing flavors at the ice cream stand today."
Lynn's brow furrowed slightly, "Kate, you shouldn't have chased him."
"But what if I hadn't chased him? He would have escaped," Kate shrugged, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her eyes, "Besides, you caught him, didn't you?"
Lynn didn't reply; he just sighed faintly, his gaze still carrying a hint of hidden helplessness.
"Alright, alright," Kate chuckled, waving her hand, "I know you're worried about me, but Lynn, this is what being a journalist means to me. If there's a chance to expose the truth, I won't back down."
"This isn't about backing down," Lynn's voice was low, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, "It's about safety."
Kate looked at him, momentarily speechless. She could feel the deep concern in Lynn's words, but her nature wouldn't allow her to easily compromise.
"Lynn," she softened her tone, "I know what you're worried about. But you also know, I won't change."
They looked at each other for a while, and finally, Lynnwas the first to look away, shaking his head helplessly, "You're always so stubborn."
Kate smiled, a hint of cunning in her eyes, "Then you'll just have to keep worrying about me."
An hour later, Lynn and Kate left the Police station. The night air carried a hint of coolness, and the streetlights were still bright, though the daytime hustle was gone. They walked side by side, neither in a hurry to speak.
"Lynn," Kate finally broke the silence, "Don't you think my work and your mission are very similar?"
Lynn turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowing slightly, "How so?"
"We're both searching for the truth, aren't we?" Kate raised her lips, a complex emotion in her eyes, "It's just that you use your way, and I use mine."
Lynn was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Perhaps. But your way is much more dangerous than mine."
"But is your way easy?" Kate countered with a raised eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, "Lynn, you almost never talk about your work. You face more darkness every day than I see, don't you?"
Lynn stopped, standing under the streetlamp, looking at her with a profound gaze, "Kate, my work is different from yours. In my World, no one cares who you are or what you believe. There's only life and death, only enemies and targets."
Kate was stunned for a moment; she rarely heard Lynnspeak in such a tone, low but frank, carrying an undeniable weight.
"But even so, you still chose it," Kate said softly, a hint of emotion in her voice, "Just like I chose the profession of a journalist."
Lynn didn't answer. His gaze drifted to the distant street, a barely perceptible weariness appearing on his face. He knew the darkness and chaos of this World better than anyone, and the only thing he could do was to become the barrier against that darkness.
"Kate," he said in a low voice, with a rare gentleness, "Whatever you choose, I hope you understand that your life is more important than any truth."
Listening to these words, a complex emotion surged in Kate's heart. She knew Lynn wasn't good with words, but precisely because of that, every word he spoke carried extra weight.
"I'll be careful," Kate smiled slightly, a hint of seriousness in her voice, "But I also hope you can think a little more about yourself."
Lynn didn't reply, just nodded slightly.
They arrived at a small roadside restaurant. Kate stopped, pointing inside, "I'm hungry, want to come in and eat something?"
Lynn looked down at his watch, then finally nodded, "Alright."
The restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, with soft lighting and old photos and posters on the walls, making it feel nostalgic and welcoming. Kate ordered a pasta dish, while Lynn only asked for a cup of coffee.
"You're always like this," Kate looked at his coffee, unable to resist teasing, "Not eating, just surviving on coffee."
"I'm used to it," Lynn said faintly, his gaze fixed on the window, but a subtle smile appeared on his lips.
Kate rested her chin on her hand, watching him, and suddenly spoke, "Lynn, sometimes I wonder, when do you truly relax?"
"What do you mean?" Lynn turned his head, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Just letting go of all this," Kate waved her hand, pointing at him, "Letting go of your responsibilities as an Agent, letting go of all those burdens on your shoulders, living a normal life like an ordinary person."
Lynn was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps when this World no longer needs me."
Kate looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, and finally just smiled, "Well, I hope that day isn't too far off."
They continued eating, and the atmosphere became unexpectedly much more relaxed.
The day after Kate's article was published on the front page of the newspaper, it became almost the city's hottest topic. Her writing, as always, was sharp and authentic, depicting the evil behind the school shooting, the Police's efforts, and how Lynn finally caught the suspect with astonishing speed, all described with both tension and detail. What attracted the most attention was the unique way she portrayed Lynn's character.
She called Lynn the "Unsung Guardian." She didn't specify his identity or mention that he was an FBI Agent, but instead described him as a calm, determined person who was fearless in the face of danger—a hero who sought neither applause nor fame.
On the day the newspaper was released, the news agency's phones were almost jammed. Readers called in droves, wanting to know more about the "Unsung Guardian," and Kate's inbox was flooded with letters from readers and colleagues.
"Kate, I don't think you wrote an article; it's more like a script for a hero movie." The newspaper's editor-in-chief, a man nearing fifty, walked into her office with an appreciative look, slamming a morning newspaper onto her desk. "Sales have surged by 30%. Do you know what that means?"
Kate leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow, "It means your bonus just got bigger?"
The editor-in-chief burst out laughing, "Of course, that too, but more importantly—Kate, you are our newspaper's star journalist. As a reward, starting today, you have a week of paid leave. Put down your notebook and recorder, and enjoy life!"
Kate was stunned for a moment, then showed a faint smile, "Paid leave? That's rare for me."
"You should celebrate yourself." The editor-in-chief turned and walked towards the door, waving back at her, "Don't thank me too much, and don't forget to find some fun for yourself."
Kate watched his retreating figure, then looked down at the newspaper on her desk, a helpless smile appearing on her lips. She really should relax, but the problem was, for a journalist who chased the truth all day, the word "relax" felt comically unfamiliar.
Just as she was still pondering, her phone suddenly rang. Kate picked up the phone, and a familiar name appeared on the screen.
"Lynn?" Kate answered the call, a hint of teasing in her voice, "You saw the newspaper so quickly, did you call specifically to thank me for creating a hero image for you?"
"You should have told me that while I was chasing the suspect, you had already written the entire article about me in your head," Lynn's voice came from the other end of the line, low and calm, with his usual indifference.
Kate couldn't help but laugh, "Don't be so cold. I just wrote what I saw; you really did a great job, didn't you?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then Lynn's voice came again, "The editor gave you a vacation?"
"You're well-informed," Kate raised an eyebrow, "Yes, a week's vacation. But I haven't figured out how to spend my time yet."
"Perfect," Lynn's tone was unruffled, "Are you free this afternoon?"
Kate was stunned for a moment, then a curious smile appeared on her lips, "Are you inviting me?"
"If you want to interpret it that way," Lynn's tone remained calm, but in that instant, Kate seemed to catch a subtle gentleness in his voice.
"Alright, then I accept," Kate stood up, starting to pack her things, "But you have to tell me where we're going, right?"
"You'll know when we get there," Lynn's reply was simple and direct.
A few hours later, Kate stood at the pier under the Brooklyn Bridge, the cold wind blowing through her hair, carrying a slightly damp scent. She looked up, seeing a small yacht moored not far away, and Lynn was standing on the yacht's deck, his gaze fixed on her like a torch.
"A yacht?" Kate walked forward, raising an eyebrow, "Lynn, you don't happen to have such a luxurious side, do you?"
"It's a friend's," Lynn said faintly, reaching out to help her onto the deck, "He rarely uses it, so he lent it to me for now."
Kate smiled, a hint of curiosity in her heart, "So, why did you specifically invite me here today?"
"To relax," Lynn started the yacht, slowly moving away from the pier, his gaze on the distant Water, "You need to learn to enjoy your vacation."
Kate stood beside him, looking at his focused profile, and couldn't help but laugh, "This isn't like you, Lynn. Are you trying to make me grateful, or do you want me to believe you can truly relax?"
"Perhaps both," Lynn's tone was calm, but a faint smile subtly appeared on his lips.
The yacht sailed towards the center of the river, the surrounding noise gradually fading, leaving only the sound of the wind and the gentle lapping of waves against the hull. Kate leaned against the deck railing, her gaze sweeping across the calm Water, and she unexpectedly felt herself relax.
"This is actually quite nice," Kate said softly, a rare sense of contentment in her voice.
Lynn stood beside her, his gaze also fixed on the Water, and said softly, "You should give yourself more moments like this, Kate."
Kate turned her head to look at him, a complex emotion in her eyes, "What about you? Do you have moments like this?"
Lynn was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Not many. But occasionally."
Kate chuckled, her gaze returning to the Water, "You're such a complex person, Lynn. Sometimes I think you're colder than anyone, but sometimes... I feel you're softer than anyone."
Lynn didn't answer, just looked at her, his eyes holding something she couldn't quite understand.
As the yacht glided slowly across the Water, Kate suddenly turned back to Lynn, "How did you know I needed this?"
Lynn put his hands in his pockets, his voice low but with a hint of frankness, "You've written so many articles about danger and truth, but you've never written about yourself."
Kate was slightly startled, then smiled, "Are you trying to make me write an article about relaxing?"
"No," Lynn looked at her, a hidden concern in his voice, "I just want you to know that sometimes, truth also needs time to settle. You can't chase forever without catching your breath."
Chapter 216 This is my habit
Kate lowered her head in thought for a moment, then looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips, "Alright, Lynn. Maybe you're right, I'll try to relax today."
Lynn nodded, saying nothing more, and the two stood quietly together, watching the yacht sail across the river, gradually moving away from the city's hustle and bustle.
As night fell, the sunset glow in the sky dyed the water golden-red, and the city lights in the distance began to illuminate, as if drawing a perfect end to the day. For the first time, Kate felt an unprecedented sense of peace and security in her heart.
At the FBI Headquarters in the early morning, sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows onto the lobby floor, casting a warm glow over all the cold metal and concrete. However, this warmth did not melt the busyness and order of the place. Agents moved back and forth, holding documents and earphones, whispering about their latest missions. The air was filled with the smell of coffee and the whirring of copiers, full of the unique tension of this place.
Lynn walked through the lobby and headed straight to his office. His steps were still steady and strong, but there seemed to be something thoughtful hidden between his brows. Yesterday's invitation from Kate was still lingering in his mind. A vacation in Hawaii, beaches, the sea, the Sun… To him, it sounded more like a strange dream than his familiar reality.
He pushed open his office door, closed it, and then went straight to his desk. He opened his computer and began to check his work schedule and remaining vacation time. An internal system document popped up, clearly showing: he still had five days of available vacation—not much, but not entirely impossible to take time off.
Lynn's fingers tapped on the keyboard, but his eyes gradually became focused. He was not an Agent who easily let go of work; even on vacation, an invisible string in his mind remained tightly strung. He knew that every case at the FBI could affect several or even hundreds of lives, and his responsibility was to find answers to these cases.
"Lynn," a familiar voice came from the doorway, interrupting his thoughts. Hans, holding a pile of documents, leaned against the doorframe, his gaze carrying a hint of teasing, "I thought you'd take another day off today. I didn't expect you to be back."
Lynn looked up, his gaze calmly fixed on him, "I only rested for one day, I don't need more."
Hans walked in, put the documents on the table, and casually pulled out a chair to sit down, "Tell me, what are you back for this time? Not enough vacation, or do you think none of us can handle it?"
"Both." Lynn's tone was still indifferent, but with a subtle hint of self-deprecation, "I wanted to confirm my remaining vacation and see if there were any urgent cases recently."
Hans raised an eyebrow, "You still have five days of vacation, it's clearly written on the system. But, honestly, this isn't like you. You're actually concerned about vacation matters. Did someone give you a special reason?"
Lynn didn't answer directly, just lowered his head to look through the documents Hans had brought, saying unhurriedly, "Any new cases?"
Hans stared at him for a while, as if trying to read something from his expression, but finally just shrugged and replied, "There's a case still in the preliminary investigation stage; the intelligence team just sent it over. It sounds a bit complicated, but it hasn't reached the point where you need to personally intervene."
Lynn opened the document and quickly scanned it. There wasn't much content indeed: an interstate illegal weapons trade involving several suspicious individuals, with relevant clues currently being organized. He put down the document and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
"What are you worried about?" Hans's tone became serious, "We haven't had any major cases recently. Even if you take a long vacation, no one will question you for it. After all, you've already done twice as much work as everyone else."
Lynn's gaze lingered out the window for a moment, then he said softly, "I just don't like to relax when things are uncertain."
"Oh my God, Lynn," Hans couldn't help but laugh, "Are you a machine? No wonder a woman like Kate would be interested in you. She probably thinks you need someone to pull you out of your World."
Lynn's eyes flickered, but he didn't respond. He wasn't unaware of what Hans meant; he just... wasn't quite sure how to respond. He had grown accustomed to this high-pressure and dangerous World, accustomed to dealing with emergencies at any time. Relaxation, vacation, Hawaii—these words always felt somewhat alien to him.
"Well, whatever you think," Hans stood up and walked towards the door, "but I suggest you consider it. If someone is willing to let you temporarily leave these troublesome cases, it means she cares about you. And you, perhaps, should try to enjoy yourself for once."
Lynn watched Hans leave, remained silent for a moment, then picked up his phone and dialed Kate's number.
"Lynn?" Kate's voice quickly came from the other end of the phone, with her usual cheerfulness and teasing, "Let me guess, you want to tell me you've finally decided to accept my invitation?"
"I'm still considering it." Lynn's tone was calm, but there was a hint of subtle softness in his eyes, "But I need to know, why do you insist on Hawaii?"
Kate chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, "Why? Because I think you need a real break, and Hawaiiis the best place. Beaches, Sun, the sea, and... me."
Lynn paused slightly, then said, "You know this isn't easy for me."
"I know." Kate's tone softened a bit, "But that's why you need to try. Lynn, not everything needs so much planning and responsibility. Sometimes, you should give yourself some time."
Lynn didn't answer immediately. His gaze fell on the documents on the table, and countless cases he had experienced over the years flashed through his mind, each filled with darkness and danger. But at this moment, Kate's voice was like sunlight, penetrating his layers of defenses.
"Alright," he finally said softly, "I'll consider it."
Kate laughed, her laughter filled with a hint of triumphant joy, "Good, then I'll wait for your decision. But don't make me wait too long."
After hanging up the phone, Lynn leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
After Lynn hung up the phone, he crossed his hands on the table and pondered for a moment. Kate's laughter seemed to still echo in his ears; that relaxed yet slightly mischievous tone was out of place in his World, but he couldn't ignore it. For him, Kate was like an unexpected storm, disrupting his calm, but also bringing something he couldn't resist—a long-lost warmth.
He opened his computer and started browsing recent case updates. He tried to use his familiar work rhythm to pull himself back from the thoughts of this invitation, but no matter how focused he was, Kate's voice kept appearing in his mind.
"Beaches, Sun, the sea, and... me."
Lynn's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile, but soon, he returned to his usual composure. Perhaps Hanswas right; he really needed to relax. Years of high-pressure work had made his nerves as taut as steel wires, and Hawaii—a place far from cases and danger—might be a good choice.
He picked up the phone and dialed the FBI Human Resources Department. A clear-voiced operator answered, "This is FBI Human Resources, how can I help you?"
"This is Lynn Wittman," Lynn's voice was low and crisp, "I'd like to confirm if applying for the rest of my vacation this week will affect any urgent mission arrangements?"
The operator checked the system and replied: "AgentLynn, according to our records, you do have five days of vacation available. Your vacation request will not affect any current case arrangements."
"Understood, thank you." Lynn hung up the phone, remained silent for a few seconds, then dialed Kate's number again.
The phone was answered almost immediately, Kate's voice filled with obvious anticipation, "Lynn, have you decided?"
Lynn sighed slightly, but his tone carried a hint of hidden helplessness, "If you can guarantee this is a complete relaxation and not an opportunity to dig for news, I'll go."
Kate laughed on the other end of the phone like a triumphant child, "You really surprise me, Lynn. I thought you'd hesitate for a few more days."
"Kate." Lynn's voice carried a warning tone, "Don't make me regret it."
"Don't worry, I swear, this time we're just enjoying the vacation. No interviews, no voice recorders, I can even leave my laptop at home." Kate paused, then added cheerfully, "But, you have to dress casually. Don't show up on the beach in your old black jacket, I don't want people around to think I came with a bodyguard."
Lynn didn't answer, just hummed softly, then hung up the phone.
Three days later, at a sunny Hawaii airport, Lynn, wearing a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, with a travel bag slung over his shoulder, surveyed the crowd in the airport. Kate was already waiting for him at the arrival gate, dressed in a light White sundress and a straw hat, looking completely unlike the busy reporter she usually was.
"I can hardly believe you actually came." Kate waved at him, her smile bright enough to melt all coldness.
Lynn walked closer to her, his brow slightly furrowed, "Why do I feel like you've always doubted me?"
"Not doubt, just surprise." Kate raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over his attire, and she couldn't help but laugh, "Wow, you're actually dressed so casually. Lynn, I think I should buy a lottery ticket now; today is clearly a miracle day."
"Less talk." Lynn glanced at her, pulling his travel bag further up his shoulder, "Where are we going next?"
"To the beach resort, of course." Kate smiled and linked her arm through his, "I've already booked the room, you just need to enjoy yourself."
Lynn twitched his arm uncomfortably, but ultimately let her hold on. Kate excitedly talked to him about the sights, food, and activities along the way, while Lynn merely observed his surroundings with his sharp eyes, maintaining his usual calmness.
However, when they arrived at the beach resort, the clear blue Water and the White sand beach indeed made Lynnfeel a different sense of relaxation. Away from the city's hustle and bustle and the pressure of work, the air here seemed to become a few degrees lighter.
Kate led him to their booked room. The room was spacious and bright, with a balcony overlooking the beach. She dropped her luggage and excitedly walked out onto the balcony, taking a deep breath of the sea breeze, "Lynn, isn't this much better than your office?"
Lynn stood by, hands in his pockets, watching her smile, a rare faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips, "It is better than the office."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Kate turned and pulled his hand, "Change into your swim trunks and let's go to the beach!"
Lynn raised an eyebrow, "Kate, I'm not interested in sunbathing on the beach."
"This isn't a multiple-choice question, Lynn." Kate smiled slyly, "You promised me a real vacation, and that means you have to get into the rhythm here. Come on, I won't let you frown all day."
Lynn looked at her, and after a moment, sighed softly, "Alright, but I have to warn you, I don't like playing in the sand."
Kate laughed loudly, dragging him towards the balcony, "We're not playing in the sand, Lynn, we're enjoying life!"
Lynn stood still, watching her back, and finally shook his head.
The Sun on the beach was scorching, and the sand glittered like it had been sprinkled with gold dust. Tourists gathered in small groups; some were playing volleyball, while others were lazily drinking iced beverages on beach chairs. Lynn stood in the shade by the beach, holding a bottle of Water, his gaze never leaving Kate's figure. She was chatting with a group of young tourists not far from him, looking more relaxed than ever.
He didn't feel this was a complete relaxation. His habits prevented him from truly letting down his guard, even in this sunny resort. Everyone around him could be a potential source of some unexpected incident, which made him unconsciously maintain a low-intensity state of alertness.
Kate walked over, her face full of smiles, "Lynn, are you really not going to play a game of volleyball? This is a great opportunity, I've already found teammates for you."
Lynn raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the excited shouting crowd, "You know that's not my style."
"Of course," Kate shrugged, "I guessed you'd refuse. But, at least you can try to enjoy the atmosphere, instead of standing here like a bodyguard observing everyone, like you are now."
Lynn lowered his head and took a sip of Water, "This is my habit."
Kate shook her head, smiled, and turned to walk towards an ice cream stand, "Alright, then I'll go enjoy the fun of the vacation by myself."
Lynn watched her walk towards the stand, then turned his attention back to his surroundings. His gaze swept over every detail on the beach until his sight returned to Kate. However, just then, he noticed a strange phenomenon—a man in a floral shirt, moving suspiciously, was reaching a hand into Kate's bag, which she had left on a beach chair.