Chapter 1161 - Ch: 231-236

Chapter 231 The Ultimate Plan 1

"Carter, what's the situation now?" Lynn's voice was urgent.

"Lynn, I found some clues in an old news article," Carter's voice was excited. "The Red Rose's mark wasn't just a random choice. It used to be the symbol of a workers' organization that opposed capitalist exploitation a hundred years ago, but it was later brutally suppressed."

Lynn gripped his phone: "Keep going."

"Survivors of this organization might have gone into hiding," Carter continued, "and now, the people behind these serial murders might have inherited the spirit of the Red Rose, turning their anger towards targets they deem representatives of evil—such as businessmen, powerful figures, or even ordinary people, as long as they consider them symbols of 'corruption'."

Lynn took a deep breath, rapidly organizing this information in his mind: "This explains their modus operandi and targets—they aren't killing randomly; they are driven by a deeply ingrained hatred and belief."

"Exactly," Carter added, "but this also means they believe their killings are righteous, a way to continue an unfinished mission. This is not just a crime, but an extreme ideology."

Lynn nodded, his gaze cold: "Carter, this lead is very important. This means the Rose Master may not just be the leader of a criminal gang; he is very likely the leader of this 'New Red Rose' movement."

"I also found something else," Carter hesitated, then added, "The last stronghold of this organization before it disbanded was in an abandoned church in East Manhattan. Perhaps, that's the key location where the Rose Master is hiding."

Lynn quickly assembled the FBI task force, incorporating the intelligence Carter provided into the operational plan. The target was the long-abandoned church in East Manhattan.

"This could be the Rose Master's command center," Lynnsaid during the briefing, "We must proceed with caution. If they are still here, this operation could be very dangerous."

The task force quickly set out. The church looked dilapidated, an eerie atmosphere enveloping its surroundings. Lynn led the way in, stepping over broken pews and a dust-covered altar.

"Someone has been here recently." Carter whispered, pointing to fresh footprints on the ground.

Lynn nodded, signaling his team to continue searching. They followed a small path inside the church to the Underground Room and discovered a hidden iron door.

"This looks suspicious." Carter said.

Lynn motioned for his team to pry open the iron door with tools. Behind the door was a winding tunnel leading to a spacious Underground Room. The Underground Roomwas filled with documents, maps, and a running computer.

"These are…" Carter flipped open a document, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes, "Detailed information on city elites—their whereabouts, schedules, all meticulously recorded."

"The Rose Master is monitoring his targets." Lynn said coldly, "This indicates that the next operation is already being planned."

The data on the computer excited the technical department. After a quick decryption, they discovered the Rose Master's next plan: a full-scale attack targeting Manhattan's Financial Center.

"This isn't just about explosions or killings; they're trying to paralyze the city's entire financial system." Lynn said, a chill in his eyes.

"And," Carter added, "according to this data, the Rose Master is highly likely to personally command this plan."

A cold light flashed in Lynn's eyes: "This is our chance to catch him. Notify all departments, full-scale operation. Manhattan's Financial Center will be our final battlefield."

The Rose Master's net was gradually tightening, and Lynn was determined to completely tear apart this conspiracy.

The atmosphere in the FBI Manhattan branch meeting room was heavy in the early morning, with all Agents gathered. The screen displayed the detailed layout of the Manhattan Financial Center and the latest intelligence on the Rose Master's organization.

Lynn stood in the center, pointing his finger at key areas on the screen: "According to Carter's findings and the intelligence we obtained from the church's Underground Room, the Rose Master's plan is to destroy the core data repository of the Manhattan Financial Center and create widespread panic using sequential explosions. This is not only a blow to the city but also a fatal threat to the national economy."

Carter then said: "Their methods are extremely complex, from security loopholes to timed explosive devices; everything has been meticulously designed. And according to the information we decrypted, the Rose Master is very likely to personally command this operation."

Lynn's gaze was sharp: "This means this is our only chance. Catching him is not only crucial to stopping this attack but also to ending this organization."

The screen switched to the action plan diagram, and Lynncontinued: "We have two objectives: First, ensure all explosive devices are defused before the operation begins; second, capture the Rose Master alive, no matter what. He is the core of the entire organization, and we need him to reveal all the behind-the-scenes details."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "Once the operation begins, each team will strictly execute its tasks; no one is allowed to act independently. Does everyone understand?"

"Understood, Detective!" The unified response was full of power.

That night, the area around the Manhattan Financial Center was quietly secured, with multiple FBI and local police teams hidden in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment. The lights of the entire building were still brilliant, and the outside World was unaware of the impending crisis.

Lynn sat in the temporary command vehicle, monitoring every camera inside the Financial Center. They had already identified several suspicious individuals, all Mutants who were on the previous suspect list.

"Target One has entered the building's Underground Room storage, Target Two is patrolling the outer layer." The technician reported, "We haven't seen the Rose Master yet."

"He will appear." Lynn said coldly, "His beliefs will not allow him to stay out of it."

At 1 AM, the first suspect opened the door to the Underground Room storage. His movements were skilled; he clearly knew the building's structure inside and out.

"All teams, prepare to act." Lynn gave the order through his earpiece.

Carter led the bomb disposal unit into the basement, quickly finding the first explosive device. They worked tensely, racing against time.

At the same time, Lynn personally led a team into the top-floor monitoring room, attempting to pinpoint the Rose Master's exact location. The technician suddenly reported: "Detective, we've found a third target; he's moving through the Underground Room ventilation system."

"Lock down his position." Lynn immediately ordered, "Don't let him get near the core storage area."

Just as all teams were tensely executing their tasks, Carter's voice came through Lynn's earpiece: "Lynn, we found someone outside the Underground Room storage… He's wearing a mask, it should be the Rose Master."

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "Confirmed?"

"Yes, he's checking the explosive devices." Carter replied, "It looks like he came personally to ensure the plan's execution."

"Don't alert him." Lynn said decisively, "I'll handle this personally."

Lynn and his team quietly approached the Underground Room storage. When he pushed open the door, he saw a tall figure wearing a dark red mask standing in front of an explosive device, his hands rapidly adjusting the wires.

"Rose Master." Lynn called out coldly, raising his gun and pointing it at the figure.

The masked man slowly turned around, his voice deep and laced with mockery: "Detective Lynn, I knew you'd come, but you're too late."

"Put down the device." Lynn approached step by step, his gaze like a knife, "Your plan has failed; all exits are sealed, you can't escape."

"Failed?" The Rose Master chuckled lightly, "Detective, do you really think catching a few small fries can dismantle us? You underestimate the power of faith."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pressed a switch on his waist. Lynn reacted instantly, firing a shot at his wrist, and the device fell from his hand.

"Action team, emergency disposal of the explosive device!" Lynn shouted, simultaneously rushing towards the Rose Master.

The two engaged in a fierce struggle. The Rose Master's movements were exceptionally agile, clearly professionally trained. He forcefully pinned Lynn to the ground, trying to regain the switch.

"You will ultimately not be able to stop the purification!" The Rose Master roared.

"Purification?" Lynn roared back, countering and slamming him hard to the ground, "Your purification is nothing but a disguise for Carnage and terror!"

The Rose Master struggled violently, but Lynn finally subdued him, handcuffing his hands.

With the explosive devices successfully defused, the FBI gained full control of the Financial Center. The capture of the Rose Master completely dismantled the entire organization's plan.

When the mask was removed, Lynn saw a familiar face—Elliot Weiss.

"It's you…" Lynn's gaze was cold, his voice low.

"It's me, Lynn." Elliot whispered, his eyes still showing stubbornness, "But you won't win. My faith will not end because of my failure."

"Your faith? It is ultimately wrong." Lynn said coldly, "This city needs justice, not Carnage."

As Elliot was led away, Manhattan's night sky returned to peace.

Lynn sat at the table in the interrogation room, facing Elliot Weiss, who was handcuffed to a chair. His mask had long been removed, revealing a face etched with fatigue and resentment, yet his eyes still held a stubborn defiance. Only the two of them were in the room, the atmosphere so quiet it was oppressive.

Lynn stared at Elliot, his voice low but full of power: "Elliot, all the evidence points to you. You have nowhere to run. This is your chance to tell us everything; perhaps you can still retain a shred of dignity."

Elliot looked up, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "Dignity? Do you think I still have dignity to speak of? In your eyes, I'm just a madman, a Terrorist."

Lynn was not provoked, his voice remaining steady: "Perhaps you believe you are fighting for justice, but killing innocent people and creating panic, that is not justice; that is merely indiscriminate killing. Tell me, why did you do this? What exactly does the Rose Masterrepresent?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Elliot's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "You will never understand, Lynn. This isn't terrorism; this is resistance. The Red Rose was once a symbol of hope, but in the hands of those in power, it became a mark of sacrifice. We want to restore its meaning."

Lynn leaned closer to the table, his tone softening slightly: "Elliot, I know the history of the Red Rose. It truly represented resistance and sacrifice, but that was against true oppressors, not innocent people. Those you killed, did they truly deserve to die?"

Elliot was silent for a moment, then lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "They weren't innocent. Do you know what they did? Those so-called rich and powerful, they bought and sold lives on the black market, they funded wars, they exploited the lowest strata of society. And the law? The law never touched them."

"So you believe you can be above the law?" Lynn's voice held a cold edge, "You and your organization appointed yourselves as judges, but do you truly understand the full truth about those victims? Or do you just condemn them based on partial information?"

Elliot looked up, his eyes filled with struggle: "I investigated their crimes, I saw the evidence! If we don't act, this World will never change."

"Is that so?" Lynn's tone softened, "Then what about the ordinary people who were injured or lost family members due to the explosions and attacks? You harmed not only the so-called 'evildoers' but also countless innocents. Was your action truly worth it?"

Elliot opened his mouth but didn't answer immediately. His expression became complex, as if he was beginning to question his own beliefs for the first time.

Lynn struck while the iron was hot, continuing: "Elliot, I don't deny that this World has problems, nor do I deny the injustice you saw, but your methods will only bring more chaos and suffering. Tell me, the Rose Master's entire plan. Let us prevent more tragedies from happening."

Elliot was silent for a long time, then finally sighed deeply and spoke: "Alright, Lynn, you win. I can tell you everything, but you will never understand why we did this."

Lynn did not interrupt him, just listened quietly.

"Our organization is composed of multiple core teams, each with its own mission. The meaning of the Red Rosesymbol is not just symbolic, but a warning. Every attack is meant to send a signal to the powerful—that their safety is no longer a given."

"What about the Manhattan Financial Center?" Lynnpressed, "Why did you choose that as your target?"

Elliot said in a low voice: "That was one of the Rose Master's ultimate plans. Destroying the Financial Center was not only to create panic but also to paralyze the system, shaking the foundation of their power."

"Are there any other plans?" Lynn continued to ask.

Elliot gritted his teeth, finally saying: "They are Mutants I personally selected; each one believes in this faith. But they don't know that their actions will sacrifice more innocent people. I… didn't tell them the whole truth."

Lynn stared at Elliot, complex emotions in his eyes: "So you also know that these actions are not for change at all, but merely to spread fear."

A hint of pain appeared in Elliot's eyes, and he finally lowered his head: "Perhaps. But now, I have nowhere left to go."

Chapter 232: Planning a New Attack

After the interrogation, Agent Lynn exited the room, where Carter was waiting at the door.

"What did he say?" Carter asked.

"He said everything." Agent Lynn took a deep breath and handed the interrogation record to Carter. "Immediately notify the branch offices in various locations to stop the operations in Los Angeles and Chicago. We cannot let his organization destroy anything else."

Carter nodded, but couldn't help but ask, "Agent Lynn, do you think he truly regrets it?"

Agent Lynn looked towards the glass window of the interrogation room, where Elliot appeared tired and lonely. He shook his head, "Whether he regrets it or not is no longer important. What's important is that his faith has collapsed, and we must repair the damage he caused."

As the orders were issued, the FBI began a comprehensive encirclement and suppression of the remaining Rose Master organization.

In the early morning in Manhattan, dark clouds shrouded the skyline. Agent Lynn stood in the center of the FBI Manhattan branch's operations command center, his gaze sharp, his tone steady. The electronic screen displayed the map of the Rose organization's key strongholds, from Manhattan to Los Angeles, and then to Chicago, with multiple red dots across the country indicating the organization's complexity and secrecy.

"This is our final strike," Agent Lynn said, his voice imbued with an unquestionable resolve. "The Rose Master has confessed all his plans. We must act swiftly to completely dismantle this organization and stop the attacks they are preparing."

Carter stood by his side and added, "We have coordinated with FBI branch offices and local law enforcement agencies across the country. The cleanup operations will be launched simultaneously. The cleanup in Manhattan will be our responsibility, as this is the Rose Master's core stronghold."

All the Agents in the meeting room nodded, understanding that the success or failure of this operation not only concerned their duties but also the safety of countless lives.

Meanwhile, Kate sat at the FBI's temporary interview point, organizing the materials in her hands. As a reporter covering the entire operation, she deeply understood the historical significance of this battle.

She spoke into her recording device, "The Rose organization, a secret group that claimed to fight for justice, used murder and terror to mask their so-called beliefs. Today, the FBI will launch a full-scale cleanup. This is not just an operation, but a defense of justice and order."

Kate looked up at the busy Agents, a complex mix of emotions swirling within her. She knew that everything she documented would become an important window for people to understand the truth.

At exactly 12:00 PM, the cleanup operation officially began. Agent Lynn led his team, their target being an abandoned factory in East Manhattan, the Rose organization's last known stronghold in New York.

"Everyone, attention! The factory may be filled with traps and resistance fighters," Agent Lynn ordered through his earpiece. "Maintain formation, and proceed with caution."

The team quickly surrounded the factory, and with the assistance of the technical team, they unlocked the factory's external defense system and entered.

The factory reeked of chemicals, and the surroundings were piled with cluttered equipment and supplies. AgentLynn led the way, his ears tensely catching every sound.

"Someone has been active here," Carter whispered, pointing to fresh footprints on the ground.

They continued deeper and eventually found several armed individuals in the factory's central control room. They had clearly realized someone was approaching and were preparing for battle.

"FBI! Drop your weapons!" Agent Lynn shouted.

However, the other side showed no intention of backing down, and the first bullet quickly cut through the air. Agent Lynn swiftly led his team to take cover, and a fierce firefight erupted between the two sides in the narrow space.

"Watch out! Someone on the right!" Carter warned, accurately shooting an individual attempting a sneak attack.

From behind cover, Agent Lynn observed the enemy leader attempting to operate a computer and immediately ordered, "Don't let them activate any systems! Technical team, immediately jam their equipment!"

With the technical team's intervention, the Rose organization's communication and operating systems were forcibly cut off. Agent Lynn seized the opportunity, led his team in a forceful assault, and quickly subdued all the armed individuals.

Kate stood outside the factory, the distant gunshots and explosions causing her palms to sweat. She watched as FBI armored vehicles stopped at the factory entrance, and Agents quickly brought out a handcuffed suspect.

"This is Agent Lynn and his team, who have just completed the operation in East Manhattan," Kate said to the camera. "The Rose organization's last stronghold in New York has been destroyed, but this battle is not yet entirely over."

Her gaze lingered on Agent Lynn's figure. His face showed fatigue, but his eyes were filled with determination.

Meanwhile, operations in Los Angeles and Chicago were also proceeding simultaneously. Good news came back from both branch offices: all core members had been arrested, and large-scale attacks were completely prevented.

Agent Lynn stood inside the command vehicle, listening to the reports from various locations, a hint of relief finally appearing on his face.

"The operation success rate is one hundred percent," Carter told him. "The Rose Master's organization has been completely dismantled."

"Are there any unresolved hidden dangers?" Agent Lynnasked.

Carter shook his head, "All major strongholds have been cleared, and member rosters and plans have been secured. They are no longer capable of causing trouble."

After the operation, Kate's report became a national focal point. Her words and images meticulously documented the Rose organization's atrocities, the details of the cleanup operation, and the heroic performance of AgentLynn and his team.

In a live television interview, Kate faced the camera and said, "Today's victory belongs not only to the FBI but also to all who fight for justice. The Rose organization tried to mask the truth with fear, but in the end, their beliefs were destroyed by their own violence. And all of this is the result of the tireless efforts of Agent Lynn and his team."

After the operation, Agent Lynn returned to his office, the bustling night view of Manhattan outside his window. He sat at his desk, holding a copy of Kate's report, his gaze calm.

Carter walked in and said, "It's finally over, Agent Lynn. You can rest now."

Agent Lynn smiled slightly, but did not relax. "Perhaps it's over, but organizations like the Rose Master will never completely disappear. As long as there is injustice and conflict, there will be people who try to solve it through extreme means."

"But you won today," Carter patted him on the shoulder.

Detective Lynn nodded, looked out the window, and whispered, "Yes, we won today. And tomorrow, we will continue to protect this city."

On the streets of Manhattan at night, streetlights illuminated the bustling city as if it were daytime, but in certain dark corners, danger still lurked. Kate left the TV station, her bag slung over her shoulder, and walked wearily towards the taxi parked nearby. She looked down at her phone to check the time, mentally calculating that she still had an article to revise when she got home.

"Kate Bennett." A cold voice suddenly came from the darkness.

Kate abruptly looked up and saw two unfamiliar men emerge from the shadows of the street corner. They were dressed in ordinary clothes, but their eyes held a hint of malice. They approached step by step, blocking Kate's path.

"Who are you?" Kate feigned composure, taking a step back.

"You exposed the Rose's secrets," one of them sneered. "Did you think you could just go home safely? Some people don't like you talking so much."

Kate's heart pounded instantly. She realized that these men might be remnants of the Rose organization; although their cleanup operation had ended, there were always some who slipped through the net. These men clearly held a grudge against her reporting.

"I advise you not to mess around," Kate tried to keep her voice calm. "The FBI is monitoring every member of the Rose organization. Anything you do now will expose you."

"FBI?" The other man scoffed. "They can't catch us either. Today is just a lesson for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of them suddenly lunged at Kate. She recoiled in alarm, but her foot stumbled, and she almost fell. Just as she thought she had nowhere to run, a familiar, deep voice came from behind her.

"Let her go."

Detective Lynn stepped out of a black SUV, holding a pistol aimed at the two men. His gaze was icy, and his voice carried an unquestionable authority: "You have three seconds to choose to give up—or I'll send you to the hospital, and then to prison."

The two men clearly hadn't expected anyone to appear so suddenly, and this person seemed entirely formidable. They paused for a moment, but one of them gritted his teeth unwillingly and said, "Who are you? This is none of your business!"

"I am FBI Detective Lynn." Detective Lynn's voice grew colder. "Now, do you think it's none of my business?"

The men exchanged glances, clearly beginning to hesitate. They knew that Detective Lynn's identity was not a bluff, and on this empty street, they had no advantage.

"We'll be back!" One of them spat out a vicious threat, and then both turned and ran into the night, quickly disappearing.

Detective Lynn lowered his gun and quickly walked over to Kate. "Are you alright?"

Kate took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "I'm fine... Thanks to you. How did you get here?"

Detective Lynn sighed and reached out to steady her arm. "Your reports these past few days have attracted too much attention. Although the Rose organization has been dismantled, some remnants are still targeting you. I was worried they might harm you, so I decided to pick you up myself after work."

Kate managed a small smile. "It seems your worries were justified. Thank you, Detective Lynn."

Detective Lynn escorted Kate into the SUV, and the car drove into the Manhattan night. There was silence in the car; Kate seemed to still be processing the recent harrowing incident, while Detective Lynn's gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his expression grim.

"I really didn't expect them to retaliate so quickly," Kate finally spoke, her voice tinged with anger and a hint of lingering fear. "I thought, with the Rose Master arrested, all of this was over."

"That's the problem," Detective Lynn said softly. "An organization like the Rose never operates with just one person. Their core has been destroyed, but remnants are still active. They hate us, and they hate people like you who expose their truth even more."

Kate nodded. "So you think they'll keep coming after me?"

"I won't let them have the chance." Detective Lynn's gaze was firm. "I will arrange protective measures to ensure your personal safety. What happened today won't happen again."

Kate turned her head to look at him, her eyes showing a complex emotion. "Detective Lynn, you've done enough. This is my job, and I don't want to back down because of danger."

Detective Lynn smiled slightly, his voice gentle. "I know you won't back down, which is why I worry about you. You always shoulder the responsibility yourself, but this time you have to let me help you share it."

Kate was touched by the remark for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and said softly, "Alright, but I hope this is short-term protection. I don't want to live in a safety bubble every day."

Detective Lynn nodded gently. "Short-term, unless necessary."

When Detective Lynn dropped Kate off at home, his phone suddenly vibrated. It was an urgent message from the technical department:

"Detective, while tracking the two suspects who attacked Kate tonight, we discovered a larger hidden network. Remnant members of the Rose organization may be uniting with other extremists, attempting to launch new operations."

Detective Lynn frowned, his vigilance once again reaching its peak. He looked at Kate, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately decided not to tell her.

"Good night, Kate," he said. "Remember to lock the door, and contact me anytime if anything happens."

Kate nodded, watching Detective Lynn's retreating back, a strange sense of security welling up within her.

After Detective Lynn returned to the office, he immediately summoned Carter and the technical team. The screen displayed a new network map, with connected nodes showing that remnant members of the Rose organization were making contact with other anti-social groups through an underground network.

"These people may be planning new attacks," Carterwhispered.

Detective Lynn's gaze was cold. "We cannot give them any breathing room. Notify all departments, expand surveillance, and round up all these people."

The next day, Detective Lynn had a rare moment of respite. As he was organizing case reports, his phone suddenly vibrated; it was Kate's call.

"Kate?" Detective Lynn answered the phone, his voice sounding somewhat relaxed.

"Detective Lynn," Kate's voice sounded cheerful. "Tomorrow is the weekend, and my parents invited you to dinner at our house. I've already told them how much you've helped me, and they'd really like to meet you."

Detective Lynn paused, putting down the documents in his hand, his tone slightly hesitant. "Meet your parents? Kate, I was just doing my job, that's not really appropriate."

"Don't be modest," Kate said with a laugh. "If it weren't for you, they might have lost their daughter by now. Don't worry, my parents are very easygoing, it's just a simple family dinner, no need to be nervous."

Detective Lynn gave a helpless smile. "Alright, then what should I bring?"

Kate thought for a moment. "My mom likes flowers, and my dad... well, he enjoys wine tasting. Just bring whatever you like, they won't mind."

"Understood, I'll be there on time." Detective Lynnagreed, but a hint of nervousness rose within him. He wasn't used to such family gatherings, especially with Kate's parents.

In the evening, Detective Lynn took some time to go to a high-end gift shop in Manhattan. He stood in front of the shelves, looking left and right, appearing a bit at a loss.

Chapter 233 Avoiding More Conflict

"Do you need any help, sir?" a shop assistant walked up with a smile.

"Well," Lynn scratched his head, "I'm meeting my friend's parents tomorrow, and I want to pick out two gifts. One for a lady and one for a gentleman who enjoys wine tasting."

The shop assistant nodded, a professional smile on his face: "For a lady, flowers are always a good choice. We have freshly arrived roses and lilies here, arranged very elegantly. And for a gentleman, we have some limited edition whiskies and red wines, very presentably packaged."

Lynn walked to the floral section, his gaze sweeping over the beautiful bouquets, finally choosing a well-matched bouquet of lilies and campanulas. "This looks very warm, it should be suitable," he thought.

Next, he came to the liquor section. The shop assistant recommended a bottle of aged Scotch single malt whisky, emphasizing the unique origin and taste of the liquor. Lynn nodded in satisfaction, paid for and packed the two gifts, and felt a slight sense of relief.

The next afternoon, Lynn arrived at Carter's house on time. It was a small Villa located in the suburbs, with a well-maintained garden in front and warm light emanating from the windows.

Carter opened the door to greet him, wearing a simple blue dress, a bright smile on her face: "You're so punctual, Detective, it surprised me."

Lynn held up the gifts in his hand and smiled: "I was afraid being late would affect my impression. These are gifts for your parents."

Carter took the gifts and teased: "You're quite thoughtful. Don't worry, they'll love them."

She led Lynn into the house. The living room was cozy and simple, with an old sofa and a few photo frames that showed the family's sense of history. Carter's mother poked her head out from the kitchen and said with a smile: "This must be Lynn, right? Carter always talks about you, saying you've saved her several times."

"Detective Lynn, welcome to our home." Carter's father stood up from his chair, a kind smile on his face. He was wearing a simple sweater and looked very amiable.

Lynn stepped forward and politely handed the bouquet to Carter's mother: "Madam, I hope you like these flowers."

Carter's mother took the flowers, her eyes lighting up: "They're beautiful, truly beautiful, thank you!"

Lynn then handed the bottle of whisky to Carter's father: "This is a small token of my appreciation that I picked out; I hope you like it."

Carter's father took the liquor, his gaze filled with appreciation: "Scotch single malt? You know a lot about liquor. This is truly a nice gift."

Lynn smiled and waved his hand: "I just heard it recommended; my knowledge of liquor is actually quite limited."

Dinner was held in the dining room. Carter's mother had prepared a table full of hearty home-cooked dishes, including roast chicken, mashed potatoes, various fresh vegetable salads, and a bottle of red wine.

Carter's father raised his glass and said with a smile: "Detective Lynn, although this is our first meeting, I've heard a lot about you from Carter. Thank you for protecting her in times of danger; her mother and I will always be grateful."

Lynn raised his glass and smiled slightly: "It's my duty, and Carter is a very brave person. I admire her work."

"She's been like that since she was little, always unafraid of risks," Carter's mother said with a smile, "However, because of that, she always makes us worry."

"Mom!" Carter chided, but a smile was on her face.

Lynn watched the family's relaxed interaction and felt a long-lost sense of relaxation himself. He realized that this ordinary yet warm family life was a rare experience in his many years of busy work.

After dinner, Lynn stood up to leave. Carter saw him to the door. The cool night breeze gently brushed past, and the surroundings were quiet.

"How was it today? Were you nervous?" Carter asked with a smile.

"Much more relaxed than I imagined," Lynn said frankly, "Your parents are very easy to get along with; I'm glad I came."

Carter nodded, a hint of softness in her eyes: "Thank you for being willing to come. For them, meeting you was really important."

Lynn smiled slightly: "Protecting you isn't just work, it's also because—" He paused, seeming a bit hesitant.

Carter tilted her head and asked: "Because of what?"

Lynn gave a meaningful smile: "Because you're someone worth protecting."

Carter was stunned for a moment, then showed a warm smile: "Thank you, Lynn."

After they said goodbye, Lynn drove away.

The morning sun in Manhattan had not yet fully illuminated the streets, but a pungent smell of sulfur permeated a cordoned-off alley. The flashing lights of fire trucks and police cars intertwined, and charred remnants that had not completely extinguished were still visible at the scene.

Lynn stood in front of the burned building, frowning as he surveyed the surroundings. The outer wall of the entire building was blackened by fire, but strangely, the fire had not spread; instead, it seemed to have been confined to a specific area by some unknown force. An unsettling smell of sulfur filled the air, as if this was not an ordinary fire.

"Agent, over here." A Agent walked over and handed Lynn a melted metal badge in an evidence bag.

Lynn took the evidence and examined it carefully. It was a damaged metal badge, on which a faint flame pattern could be seen, the melted part making the pattern distorted and blurry.

"Sulfur smell, a specific fire range, and this badge," Lynnmurmured, his gaze thoughtful, "This doesn't look like an ordinary arson case; it's more like a mark left by some capable individual."

"Are you saying a Mutant?" the Agent asked tentatively.

"Very likely." Lynn nodded, "Contact the technical department to analyze the source of the badge, and at the same time, conduct a detailed inspection of the fire scene to see if there are any other abnormal energy traces."

At the same time, Carter sat in her office, watching the news report about the fire on TV. On the screen, the anchor was describing the peculiar nature of the fire, while the fire department refused to comment on the cause.

"This is unusual," Carter murmured to herself. She quickly dialed the number of an internal informant, trying to get more information.

A few minutes later, the informant on the other end of the phone whispered: "I heard this fire might be related to a Mutant, but the specific details are still unclear. The police have already cordoned off the scene."

Carter hung up the phone, a hint of curiosity and tension flashing in her eyes. "A Mutant? Is this another case targeting Mutants?" She decided to contact Lynnimmediately.

A few hours later, Lynn's technical team brought in a preliminary report.

"Detective," the technician said, "This badge, after analysis, shows that its material and design belong to a specific underground factory. This factory was associated with Mutants but was abandoned two years ago in an explosion."

Lynn frowned slightly: "An abandoned factory? Can you find the exact location?"

"It has been located, in an abandoned industrial area in downtown Manhattan," the technician replied.

Lynn quickly ordered: "Arrange a team to go to that factory and take a look. If this case is related to a Mutant, we need to confirm it as soon as possible."

Lynn led his team to the industrial area. The factory's outer walls were covered in graffiti and cracks, and the doors and windows were boarded up. However, the interior of the factory appeared unusually clean; there were even traces of it having been cleaned.

"This place doesn't look abandoned," Carter said, examining the footprints on the ground, "Someone has been here recently."

"Continue searching," Lynn said in a low voice.

They found some strange equipment and tools in the center of the factory, as well as several burned documents. Lynn carefully flipped through the documents and found a few blueprints that were not completely destroyed, with flame patterns marked on them, and a name next to them: "Flame Heart."

"Flame Heart?" Carter murmured, "Is that a codename?"

"Very likely a Mutant's codename," Lynn said coldly, "But the markings on these blueprints are not just device designs; there also seems to be research on ability application. This indicates that this person isn't just acting randomly; he's likely testing his abilities."

"And these documents mention multiple locations," Cartersaid, pointing to a marked spot on a map, "Other places in Manhattan might also be his targets."

Meanwhile, Carter learned about the abandoned factory through her own leads. She secretly approached the factory's exterior, trying to observe from the outside, but unexpectedly ran into Lynn who was evacuating.

"Carter?" Lynn frowned, looking at her, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm tracking the fire report," Carter looked Lynn directly in the eye, "This case is clearly unusual, and I have the right to know the truth."

Lynn sighed: "Carter, this isn't a case you can interfere with. It now involves Mutants, and the danger behind this fire far exceeds your imagination."

"Then let me help," Carter insisted, "You know my resources and intelligence channels can be useful."

Lynn hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, but you must be careful. You are not within the scope of protection, and I cannot guarantee your safety."

With Carter's help, Lynn obtained some new clues, indicating that "Flame Heart" might be connected to an extremist Mutant organization. The organization's goal was to declare war on society by instigating a series of destructive acts, forcing the public to accept their existence.

Lynn and Carter realized that this arson case was just the prelude, and a greater crisis was approaching, with "Flame Heart" being just the tip of the iceberg.

"Where will he act next?" Carter whispered.

Lynn looked at the map in his hand and said coldly: "We must find him before his next move, otherwise the entire city will fall into chaos."

The next day.

Carter, holding her press pass, went directly to the FBI Manhattan Branch. She gave the receptionist at the door a professional smile: "I'm Carter Bennett, a reporter from the Manhattan Times. I have an urgent interview request; I'm looking for Detective Lynn."

The receptionist looked up at her, seemingly not unfamiliar with the name: "Please wait a moment, I'll connect you."

A few minutes later, Lynn walked from the end of the corridor, his expression calm, but a hint of vigilance in his eyes. He saw Carter and frowned slightly: "Carter, why are you here?"

"Lynn, I need your help," Carter said directly, "This arson case involves Mutants, and I believe the public has the right to know the truth behind it."

Lynn sighed and motioned for her to follow him to a small conference room. He closed the door and turned to say: "Carter, this case involves too much sensitive information; public reporting will only cause unnecessary panic."

"But you can't deny that the relationship between Mutants and ordinary people is already tense enough," Carter argued, "The public needs to know the facts, not be dominated by rumors and fear."

"I understand your position, but now is not the right time," Lynn's voice was low, "We don't have enough evidence to determine who is behind this; rashly making it public will only cause the situation to spiral out of control."

Carter looked at Lynn, knowing he rarely compromised on principles. She was silent for a while, then nodded: "Alright, but if there's anything you need help with, let me know anytime."

Lynn nodded, watching her leave, but he vaguely felt that this was not Carter backing down, but her preparing to act in her own way.

After leaving the FBI, Carter returned to the Manhattan Times office, opened her computer, and began to retrieve all the Mutant-related information she had. She focused on the codename "Flame Heart" and also contacted some of her private informants, hoping to get more information.

From an informant familiar with the Mutant community, Carter learned an important clue: "Flame Heart" is a Mutant who used to be active in the underground community. His ability is related to Fire control, but his personality is extreme, and he might be connected to an extremist organization.

Carter immediately realized that this might be related to the case Lynn mentioned. She tried to dig further but found that this informant also feared "Flame Heart" and refused to reveal more information.

"Carter, this isn't something you should be involved in," the informant warned over the phone, "These people won't care if you're a reporter when they act."

Carter scoffed: "Thank you for your concern, but this isn't the first time I've faced danger."

The next day, Lynn met Carter in a coffee shop. Apparently, he had learned through certain channels that she was investigating "Flame Heart."

"Carter, what exactly are you doing?" Lynn put down his coffee cup, his tone displeased.

"I'm tracking the truth, just like you," Carter said without backing down, "'Flame Heart' is not just a codename; he might be involved in a larger conspiracy, and you know that too."

Lynn stared at her, his tone colder: "But you don't have any protection, nor do you have permission to enter certain areas. Your investigation is not only dangerous but could also interfere with our operations."

"Lynn, I respect your work, but journalism is equally important," Carter looked him in the eyes, "If the public knew the facts earlier, perhaps more conflicts could be avoided."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Carter, I don't want you to become the next target. These people are more dangerous than you imagine; stop now."

Carter smiled: "I know you're worried about me, but Lynn, I have my own judgment. Even without you, I can find my leads."

Lynn shook his head, finally saying nothing more. He knew Carter's stubbornness and could only secretly decide in his heart that he would ensure her safety no matter what.

Chapter 234: Targeted Attack

Lynn's team worked overtime through the night, analyzing all residual substances extracted from the arson scene.

After detailed chemical and energy analysis, the technical department finally confirmed a crucial clue—the energy traces left at the fire had a unique Mutant gene characteristic.

The technician presented the results to Lynn: "Detective, we found high concentrations of thermal energy particle residue, and their fluctuation patterns show they match the abilities of a certain Mutant.

His codename is—'Flame Heart'."

Lynn's brow furrowed slightly: "'Flame Heart'? Sounds like a professional codename."

The technician continued: "According to records in the Mutant archives database, 'Flame Heart' is an extremist mercenary.

His ability is to control and enhance Fire, but he is not an independent operator; his whereabouts are usually accompanied by the activities of extremist organizations, especially in areas sensitive to Mutant issues."

"Does he have a specific background?" Lynn asked.

The technician nodded, pulling up a file: "His true identity is currently unknown, but there are rumors he is a modified Mutant who once worked for a certain underground organization.

His appearance in the past few years has usually been accompanied by high-precision, destructive attacks."

Lynn looked down at the data, saying coldly: "So we are not facing an ordinary arsonist, but a well-trained killer.

Finding him might unravel the entire case's underlying motive."

Lynn gathered his team and set up an information chart about 'Flame Heart' in the war room.

The screen displayed his activity range and cases he was involved in over the past few years.

"'Flame Heart' is not an ordinary mercenary," Lynn said, pointing at the map on the screen, "He specializes in destructive missions, never leaving survivors, but his actions always have clear targets—he strikes either enemies of the Mutant community or facilities closely related to Mutant issues."

Carter flipped through the files, raising a question: "Detective, if he targets Mutant enemies, why did he set fire in Manhattan?

This fire seems to have no specific target."

"That's because we don't have all the information yet," Lynn pondered for a moment, "Perhaps this fire itself wasn't aimed at a specific target, but was a test, or—a warning."

"Warning who?" Carter asked.

"Maybe us," Lynn murmured, "or maybe those forces in the dark who oppose Mutants.

Who is 'Flame Heart's' employer behind the scenes, that's the key."

At the same time, Kate did not stop her investigation.

She contacted an anonymous source through her connections, who claimed to be a member of the Mutantunderground network.

He was willing to provide some clues about 'Flame Heart', but on the condition of anonymity.

Kate and the informant met in a secluded cafe; the person wore a hat and spoke with his head down: "'Flame Heart' is not one person; he is a symbol—more accurately, a codename, possibly operated by several people."

"What do you mean?" Kate asked nervously.

"The codename 'Flame Heart' is well-known in the Mutant community; he is the ace assassin of the extremist organization 'Dawn'.

'Dawn' is an organization aiming to subvert the existing order, attempting to force the government to recognize the special status of Mutants through violent means."

"'Dawn'? What do they have to do with this fire?" Kate pressed.

"This fire is a signal; they might already be preparing for a larger operation.

The appearance of 'Flame Heart' is just the first step in their plan."

After hearing this, Kate was shocked.

She realized that this was not just an isolated incident, but a far-reaching conspiracy.

Kate did not conceal the intelligence she obtained, directly contacting Lynn and informing him about the 'Dawn' organization over the phone.

"Kate, this is very dangerous," Lynn's voice carried a hint of displeasure, "You shouldn't contact these people, especially without any protection."

"I don't have time to think about that, Lynn," Kate said firmly, "If 'Dawn' really plans a larger operation, the public has the right to know the truth."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then said: "Alright, bring all your clues to me.

We need to fully understand 'Dawn's' operational network, especially their relationship with 'Flame Heart'."

Soon after, Kate brought her notes and recordings to the FBI branch, sharing her investigation results with Lynnand his team.

Through cross-referencing, Lynn finally found a breakthrough clue—a secret stronghold of the 'Dawn' organization was hidden in an abandoned shipyard in Manhattan.

Lynn quickly assembled a task force to raid the abandoned shipyard.

They conducted a precise reconnaissance before the operation, discovering multiple heat signatures inside the factory, suspected to be 'Dawn' members in action.

Night fell, and the operation began.

"Everyone stay quiet," Lynn commanded softly through his earpiece, "Only act after confirming the target."

The task force split into two groups, one responsible for outer perimeter monitoring, and the other led by Lynnhimself, entering the factory interior.

A scorching smell permeated the air, and the lights inside the factory flickered, giving a strong sense of unease.

"Detective, there's a set of devices here!" a team member whispered, pointing to a metal box placed in a corner.

Lynn approached to examine it, finding a set of high-performance combustion devices inside the box, seemingly tools for creating large-scale fires.

He frowned: "They are preparing for the next attack."

Just then, an emergency alert came through Lynn's earpiece: "Detective! We detected a moving heat source; his body temperature is far higher than normal, suspected to be 'Flame Heart'!"

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "Lock onto his position! I'll handle it."

Lynn led his small team to track the target, finally finding him in a warehouse deep within the factory.

The figure stood in front of a pile of fuel barrels, surrounded by raging Fire, as if Fire itself was a part of him.

"'Flame Heart'!" Lynn aimed his gun at him, "Put down the device in your hand, or I'll shoot."

The other party turned around, revealing a distorted face as if branded by Fire, his eyes filled with anger and contempt: "You ordinary people always think you can control everything, but Fire cannot be tamed!"

"This game is over," Lynn said coldly, "We know your plan, and we know about 'Dawn's' existence.

Surrender, or face the consequences."

"You think catching me will end everything?" 'Flame Heart' sneered, "This is just the beginning."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hands, and torrential flames erupted from his palms; Lynnimmediately rolled to dodge.

Lynn dodged the raging flames; the temperature inside the warehouse rapidly rose, and a strong smell of sulfur permeated the air.

Flame Heart stood by the fuel barrels, his hands emitting a scorching orange-red glow, as if Fire was pouring from his veins.

"You can't catch me, Detective!" Flame Heart sneered, waving his hand, and a wall of Fire swept over, instantly cornering Lynn.

Lynn leaned against the cover, quickly analyzing the situation.

He knew a direct confrontation was unwise; Flame Heartwas in his element in such an environment, and his abilities were clearly enhanced, far exceeding those of ordinary Mutants.

"Why are you doing this?" Lynn asked loudly, trying to buy time, "Does harming innocent people really prove anything?"

"Innocent?" Flame Heart's laughter was laced with fury, "Those so-called innocent people climbed over our corpses to get where they are!

They enjoy privileges, while we Mutants are deprived of everything!"

Lynn heard the anger and pain in his words and tried to guide him: "If you truly want to change all this, using violence will only make the situation worse.

You should know that such actions will only make more people hate Mutants."

Flame Heart's expression faltered slightly, but then he became even more agitated: "You don't understand!

Only fear can make those high-and-mighty people bow their heads!"

Seizing the moment of Flame Heart's emotional fluctuation, Lynn leaped from behind cover, aiming his weapon at the fire suppression system above the warehouse.

He pulled the trigger; the bullet precisely hit the valve, and White fire suppression foam sprayed down from the ceiling, rapidly covering the entire warehouse.

Flame Heart was suppressed by the foam, and his flames gradually weakened.

He roared, wildly waving his hands, trying to reignite the Fire, but the chemical reaction of the fire suppression foam greatly weakened his abilities.

Lynn seized the opportunity, quickly approached Flame Heart, and aimed a taser at his leg.

With a "zzzt," Flame Heart's body jolted, and he knelt to the ground, the flames around him completely extinguished.

"It's over," Lynn said coldly, clamping the specialized restraint device onto Flame Heart's wrists, "You have nowhere to run."

Flame Heart gasped, his eyes still showing defiance: "You think catching me will stop the rise of Dawn?

We are the judges of this corrupt society.

You can't stop us."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Judges?

You are nothing more than another tool for manipulating violence."

After Flame Heart was apprehended, Lynn's team began to clear the warehouse, searching for more clues.

Carter walked over, holding a yellowed map.

"Detective, there's a problem here," Carter said, pointing to the markings on the map, "This is not just Flame Heart's hiding spot; it's also the 'Dawn' organization's operational center in Manhattan."

Lynn took the map and examined it carefully.

He found multiple Manhattan landmarks marked on it, with numbers and dates written next to each location.

"This is an attack plan," Lynn's tone was grim, "They are not just trying to create chaos; these numbers might be times—a countdown to their operations."

Carter nodded: "If these plans are carried out, all of Manhattan will plunge into panic."

"Collect all documents and immediately send them to the technical team," Lynn ordered, "At the same time, strengthen security measures at these target locations."

Meanwhile, Kate, upon learning that Lynn had successfully apprehended Flame Heart, rushed to the FBI branch immediately, trying to get more information.

However, Lynn remained cautious when facing her.

"Lynn, you have to tell me what happened," Kate insisted, "The public needs to know the truth."

Lynn shook his head: "Kate, now is not the time.

We have just obtained some crucial intelligence; if we disclose it rashly, it will only cause panic."

"But you know there are deeper issues behind these attacks," Kate looked directly into his eyes, "People need to understand, not just for safety, but also to change prejudices against Mutants."

Lynn sighed, finally compromising: "Alright, but you can only report what has already happened, not involving future operational plans."

Kate nodded, a smile appearing: "Thank you, Lynn."

Just as Kate began writing her report, Lynn's team discovered an even more shocking fact while analyzing the 'Dawn' organization's plans.

They not only planned to attack Manhattan but also attempted to paralyze the city's energy system through cyberattacks, causing widespread chaos.

Lynn realized that time was running out.

He gathered his team, quickly formulated a counter-plan, and simultaneously contacted the Department of Homeland Security, requesting reinforcement.

"We must completely destroy this organization before their next move," Lynn said firmly.

In a conversation with Kate before the operation, Lynn's tone was particularly heavy: "Kate, this time might be more dangerous than any other.

If Dawn succeeds, their extreme methods will push the relationship between Mutants and ordinary people into an irreversible abyss."

Kate looked at him and said softly: "I believe you can stop them.

No matter what, I will report all of this, letting people know how much you have sacrificed to protect this city."

Lynn nodded: "This is not just for protection, but also to allow every person, whether Mutant or ordinary, to live equally.

This is our responsibility."

Kate sat in a dimly lit cafe, across from a man in a hoodie, his face almost hidden in Shadow.

A untouched cup of coffee sat on the table; his fingers tapped restlessly on the surface, appearing somewhat nervous.

"Kate Bennett, right?" the man asked in a low voice.

"That's me," Kate nodded, trying to make her tone sound calmer, "I heard you have clues about 'Flame Heart'; I'm willing to listen."

The man whispered: "No one knows 'Flame Heart's' real name, but I know he was hired by a company called Keen Industries.

This company appears to be a legitimate business on the surface, but it actually has close ties to the Mutantunderground network."

Kate quickly pulled out her notebook: "Keen Industries? What do they hire 'Flame Heart' for?"

"Destruction, assassination, and even planning attacks targeting specific objectives," the man continued, his eyes showing caution, "It is said that they specifically recruit Mutants with aggressive abilities to carry out dirty dealings for them.

And 'Flame Heart' is one of their most dangerous employees."

Kate frowned: "Why are you telling me this? It sounds very dangerous."

The man sighed, a hint of anger in his voice: "Because I used to be a part of Keen Industries.

After leaving them, I realized that what they do with Mutant abilities will not bring any change; it will only make the situation worse."

Chapter 235 Close-range Firefight

"Is there any evidence proving Keen Industries' connection to Flame Heart?" Carter asked.

The man hesitated, then pulled a photo and a document from his pocket: "This is an internal contract they signed, with descriptions of the Mutant's abilities and mission requirements. This is the only evidence I could keep. Take a picture of it, but don't contact me again."

Carter took the materials and whispered, "Thank you. I promise to protect your identity."

The man stood up and left in a hurry. Carter looked at the document in her hand, her heart pounding. "What exactly is this Keen Industries? They can even control Mutants' abilities and use them for their own gain."

Carter returned to the newspaper office overnight and compiled the clues obtained from the anonymous source into an investigation report. She tried to look up public information on Keen Industries and found that the company indeed existed, mainly engaged in technology research and development and weapon manufacturing, but there were almost no records of Mutant-related businesses.

"This indicates that they are likely hiding illegal activities," Carter murmured to herself.

Her article pointed directly to a potential core issue: Is Keen Industries using Mutant abilities to provide illegal support to an underground network and promote destructive activities against mainstream society?

Before publishing the article, Carter contacted Lynn and handed him the investigation report.

Lynn took the report, read it carefully, and his expression gradually became serious. He looked at Carter: "Do you know how much attention this report will attract?"

"That's the goal, Lynn," Carter said firmly. "If Keen Industries is truly involved in these cases, we need to expose their actions."

Lynn nodded: "Alright. I will investigate Keen Industriesfrom within, but you must be careful. If they find out you have this evidence, it could be detrimental to you."

Carter smiled: "I'm used to danger."

Lynn said nothing more, but cross-referenced Carter's clues with his team's analysis. He found that Flame Heart's past operations did indeed overlap in time with some of Keen Industries' collaborative projects.

"This company is indeed suspicious," Carter said from the side, "but if they are truly using Mutants for illegal transactions, then we need more direct evidence."

"Then start investigating their cash flow," Lynn ordered. "Find Keen Industries' behind-the-scenes contacts, especially their liaison points with the underground Mutant network."

After several days of in-depth investigation, Lynn's team discovered that a branch of Keen Industries was hidden in a remote warehouse district in Brooklyn, ostensibly a logistics center, but actually a secret laboratory.

"We have reason to believe that this laboratory might be where they train Mutants or manufacture prohibited equipment," the technician reported. "At the same time, intelligence indicates that Flame Heart has appeared here."

Lynn said coldly, "Contact the assault team, prepare for action. We need to find conclusive evidence."

At night, the FBI task force quietly surrounded the Brooklyn warehouse. Lynn personally led the team, and the technical team's instructions came through his earpiece: "All thermal responses are normal, no obvious alerts in the target area."

"Move," Lynn whispered.

The task force cautiously entered the warehouse and found that it not only stored a large number of high-performance combustion devices but also housed a laboratory filled with research reports on Mutant abilities.

Lynn flipped through a document and found detailed records of Flame Heart's abilities, training plans, and execution details of several missions.

"These are key pieces of evidence," Lynn told Carter. "They not only train Mutants but also try to weaponize these abilities."

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from a corner of the warehouse, followed by a burst of Fire. Lynn quickly raised his gun, signaling his team to be alert, and then a familiar voice came from the Fire.

"You mortals, here again." It was Flame Heart.

Flame Heart walked out of the Shadow, his hands surging with scorching Fire. He sneered at Lynn: "You think capturing me can stop Keen Industries' plan? You are too naive."

"We have enough evidence to expose your relationship with Keen Industries," Lynn said coldly. "You won't escape today."

"Then try!" Flame Heart roared, and the Fire in his hands erupted violently, the temperature inside the warehouse suddenly soaring.

Lynn quickly led his team to cover, while requesting support from the technical team: "Activate the Fire extinguishing system immediately! Don't let him have a chance to expand the destruction."

Flame Heart seemed to have lost his mind, frantically releasing Fire, turning the entire warehouse into a sea of flames. Lynn, meanwhile, used cover to gradually approach, trying to find an opportunity to subdue him.

At the same time, Carter observed all of this from afar outside the warehouse, recording parts of the raid on her phone. She knew that the outcome of this operation would determine whether the truth could be revealed.

"Lynn, you can do it," she whispered, her eyes filled with worry.

Inside the warehouse, flames raged, and the air was filled with a scorching smell. Lynn hid behind cover, carefully observing Flame Heart's movements. His Fire formed a natural barrier within the warehouse, preventing anyone from approaching, and he stood in the center of the barrier, like a king of Fire.

"You people will never understand the pain Mutants endure!" Flame Heart roared, and the Fire instantly climbed the steel frame of the warehouse, the iron plates making a piercing crackling sound.

"I understand your pain," Lynn stepped out from behind cover, his tone calm, "but this method will only make innocent people pay the price. This is not a solution to the problem."

Flame Heart sneered: "Do you think you can move me with a few empty words? I only believe in power, only fear can make this World respect us!"

Lynn gripped the taser in his hand, rapidly analyzing the situation. He noticed that the warehouse's Fire extinguishing system had been activated, but Flame Heart's ability seemed to be able to resist ordinary Fire extinguishing devices.

"Delaying will only draw more people into your madness," Lynn cautiously approached, "and I, I must stop you today."

Flame Heart suddenly waved his hand, and scorching Fire rushed towards Lynn. Lynn quickly rolled to the other side, counter-attacking with a Fire extinguishing grenade in his hand, and a portion of the Fire was extinguished instantly upon contact with the extinguishing agent.

"Your little tricks can't stop me!" Flame Heart roared, releasing even more violent Fire from his hands, the warehouse floor began to warp, and the scorching airflow was almost suffocating.

Lynn did not retreat; he used the surrounding cover to approach Flame Heart, looking for a weakness. He noticed that when Flame Heart released a large amount of Fire, his body would briefly stiffen, and the surrounding Fire would weaken.

"This is an opportunity," Lynn thought.

Taking advantage of a momentary pause in Flame Heart's attack, Lynn suddenly leaped out from cover and threw a specially designed cooling grenade. The grenade exploded in the air, and a blast of cold gas instantly covered Flame Heart's surroundings.

Flame Heart let out a painful roar, the Fire around his body rapidly shrinking, and his movements became sluggish. Lynn seized the opportunity, shooting his legs with the taser, and the powerful Current made him drop to his knees.

"It's over," Lynn quickly stepped forward and fastened a special restraint device onto Flame Heart's wrists. This device could suppress the use of Mutant abilities.

"You… you don't understand at all," Flame Heart looked weakly at Lynn, his eyes filled with unwillingness, "You stopped me, but 'Dawn' will not stop…"

Lynn did not respond; he knew this battle was far from over.

Outside the warehouse, Carter filmed the entire process of Lynn subduing Flame Heart. When Lynn walked out of the warehouse with Flame Heart, Carter immediately stepped forward, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You succeeded," Carter whispered.

"Only a temporary victory," Lynn replied coldly. "We only caught an enforcer, but his employer, Keen Industries, and 'Dawn,' are still a greater threat."

Carter nodded: "That's why I must continue to report. The public needs to know the truth, needs to understand the darkness hidden behind it."

Lynn looked at Carter, and after a moment of thought, said: "Alright, you can report it, but don't mention Keen Industries' name. We need more evidence to completely dismantle them."

Carter smiled slightly: "Understood. I'll be careful."

A few days later, Lynn's team obtained key clues about the "Dawn" organization by interrogating Flame Heart. They planned to cause panic at a large public event in Manhattan, pushing the Mutant issue into the global spotlight by destroying the city's core infrastructure.

"We have less than a week," Carter said, her tone heavy, "If they succeed, Manhattan will fall into complete chaos."

Lynn nodded: "Notify all departments to strengthen surveillance of possible targets. At the same time, we must delve into Keen Industries' interior; they are the root of this conspiracy."

Meanwhile, Carter did not stop her investigation. Through an anonymous source, she discovered that Keen Industries' executives would attend a secret meeting, which might be her chance to expose the truth.

"I have to go myself this time," Carter told her editor. "This is a real opportunity to understand Keen Industries' behind-the-scenes operations."

The next day.

Inside the abandoned industrial building, dim light streamed through broken windows, and the air was filled with an old musty smell and a hint of tension. Lynn led two Agents silently searching every floor of the building; they had received a tip that important information about the "Dawn" organization might be hidden here.

However, when Lynn pushed open a rusted iron door, a familiar figure made his brows furrow instantly.

"Carter?" Lynn whispered, his voice tinged with suppressed anger.

Carter was crouching in front of a pile of disturbed documents, holding a voice recorder and a notebook. She looked up, saw Lynn, and paused, but quickly stood up.

"Lynn?" Carter tentatively asked, her eyes somewhat innocent, but more so self-righteous, "How are you here?"

"I should be asking you that question," Lynn's voice was low and hard. "This is an FBI investigation site. How do you know this place? How did you get in?"

Carter held up her notebook, looking directly at Lynn: "I have my own sources. Besides, this involves the actions of Flame Heart and 'Dawn,' and I have the right to investigate."

"Carter!" Lynn lowered his voice, trying to control his emotions. "You have no idea how dangerous it is here. The people from 'Dawn' could return at any time; they won't show you any mercy!"

Carter raised an eyebrow, her tone unyielding: "Then how do you know? I'm a journalist, and these truths should be reported. The public has a right to know what these organizations are doing."

Lynn took a few steps closer, saying in a low but stern voice: "What the public has a right to know, I will choose the appropriate time to disclose. But right now, if this information leaks out, it will not only ruin the entire investigation but also accelerate their actions! Do you understand how serious this is?"

Carter's expression slightly chilled: "Lynn, you're always so condescending, thinking you can decide everyone's fate. But have you ever considered that concealing the truth will only make more people lose trust? Ordinary people can't be kept in the dark forever."

Lynn took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "This is our duty. We must ensure that this information is not misused, and not cause panic because of a news report."

Carter remained unmoved: "So many innocent Mutants are being persecuted; do you plan to always treat them as secrets? They need someone to stand up and speak out, and I am willing to be that person."

A trace of struggle flickered in Lynn's eyes; he understood Carter's stance, but the Current situation could not accommodate her idealism: "Carter, if you continue to insist, I may not be able to protect you. This is not just news; it's a life-and-death battle."

Carter looked at him, her tone softening a bit, but still firm: "I know you're worried about me, but this is not just my duty, it's my belief. If one day you can see my report change some people, you'll understand why I persist."

Just as the two were at a standoff, a Agent suddenly whispered through his earpiece: "Agent, there's a thermal response downstairs; we might be in trouble."

Lynn immediately went on alert, signaled Carter to remain silent, and at the same time said into his earpiece: "Everyone, be on guard. Carter, stay close to me, don't move around."

Carter nodded slightly, realizing that danger was approaching.

A few minutes later, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell, and a group of men in Black appeared inside the building. They were well-equipped, clearly members of the "Dawn" organization.

"They're here to destroy evidence," Lynn whispered, quickly pulling Carter behind cover. "Don't make a sound, I'll handle it."

Although nervous, Carter still secretly recorded footage of these men with her phone.

Lynn motioned for the two Agents to disperse, and they coordinated their actions with silent tactical gestures. Several "Dawn" members began placing makeshift incendiary devices among the piles of documents, clearly intending to destroy all traces.

Lynn aimed at the leading member and fired his taser accurately, the target falling to the ground. At the same time, the other Agents quickly rushed out from cover, engaging in close-quarters combat.

"Go!" Lynn whispered to Carter, escorting her to a safer position.

Carter hid behind a steel beam, watching Lynn fiercely battle the "Dawn" members, complex emotions welling up inside her. He was not only the obstacle to her revealing the truth but also the shield that always protected her.

After the exchange of Fire, Lynn and his team successfully subdued the "Dawn" members, but most of the documents had been burned by the enemy. Lynn stood beside the still-smoking piles of documents, his expression weary and serious. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 236 Heart of Fire

Carter stepped forward and tentatively asked, "Were there any clues left behind?"

Detective Lynn said in a deep voice, "Only a few fragments, but enough for us to continue tracing their funding sources."

Carter handed over her phone: "I filmed them destroying documents; maybe it can help you."

Lynn took the phone, his gaze softening slightly: "Thank you, Carter. You helped us this time. But next time—don't risk it on your own again."

Carter smiled faintly: "I'll try to be careful. But you know, I won't stop."

Lynn looked at her, silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You're more stubborn than I imagined. But I hope you always remember that the price of exposing the truth might be higher than you think."

Carter nodded, watching Lynn leave, knowing in her heart that she had stepped into an abyss from which there was no turning back.

Lynn sat down at the long table in his office, surrounded by various documents—crime scene photos, lab reports, suspect profiles, and the video footage provided by Carter. Despite successfully capturing Flame Heart, the case was far from over. The map found in the warehouse and the partially burned documents lingered in his mind.

A technician walked in, placing a new analysis report on the table: "Detective, based on our in-depth analysis of that map, we've discovered a worrying situation."

Lynn looked up, his gaze stern: "Speak."

The technician pointed to several city coordinates marked on the map: "These markings aren't just Manhattan. We compared the marked dates and locations and found that similar fires and acts of destruction have occurred in Chicago, Boston, and Los Angeles over the past three months. This isn't just a single case, but a cross-city series of destructive operations."

Lynn's brows furrowed, his voice low: "Tell me more about these incidents."

The technician opened a report: "A fire targeting an energy station occurred in Chicago, disrupting the local power supply; the incident in Boston was an explosion at a chemical plant, releasing a large amount of toxic gas; and a fire in Los Angeles burned down a government archive. Each case seemed isolated, but similar energy residues—high temperatures and sulfur traces—were found at all the scenes. These traces indicate that these destructions may all be related to Mutant abilities."

Lynn's gaze sharpened: "This means we're facing not individual actions, but an organized, planned network of serial destruction."

"Exactly, Detective," the technician added, "and Flame Heart is likely just one of their executors. The masterminds behind this organization are still hidden in the dark."

Lynn gathered his team, and they began a discussion in the war room. The map clearly marked these cities and the times the incidents occurred.

"These are not random acts," Lynn said, pointing to the map. "The targets in each city are extremely precise: energy, chemicals, government agencies—the selection of these locations shows a clear strategic intent. They are not creating chaos but systematically weakening the core functions of cities."

Carter looked through the documents and asked, "What is their ultimate goal? What purpose do these destructions serve?"

Lynn pondered for a moment: "If we view these actions as a whole, their purpose might be to create nationwide panic, undermine public trust in the government, and expand their influence through this fear. The'Shadow' organization is clearly not just a radical Mutant group; they are challenging the entire social order."

"So, where will their next step be?" another Agent asked.

"That's what we need to figure out," Lynn replied. "Technical team, continue tracking Keen Industries' financial flows and identify their other branches. We need to know if these destructive operations are supported by Keen Industries."

Meanwhile, Carter was not idle. Through her intelligence network, she delved deep into the clues behind Flame Heart. Guided by an anonymous informant, she learned that the'Shadow' organization's operational strategy was to work through a decentralized network, assigning different executors to complete tasks in different cities.

Carter called Lynn: "Lynn, I found some new intelligence about the'Shadow' organization. Their destructive operations are carried out by multiple independent small groups, with almost no direct contact between them. This way, even if one person is caught, it won't shake the entire organization."

Lynn said in a deep voice on the other end of the phone: "This is consistent with the intelligence we have. Carter, if you find any concrete leads, tell me immediately. Every clue now could determine whether we can prevent the next attack."

"Actually, I've already found a name," Carter replied. "Among the high-ranking members of the'Shadow' organization, there's someone codenamed 'Silent Rose.' He is considered one of the core figures planning these serial destructive operations."

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "We haven't heard that name before. Where did you get it?"

Carter chuckled: "Reporters have their ways. However, you might need to act fast. According to my information, he is likely to appear in New York within the next few days."

Lynn didn't ask further, only saying: "Send me the information, and I'll arrange for people to track him. Carter, be careful; these people won't show you mercy."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." After hanging up, Carter's face was filled with determination.

A few hours later, the technical team provided new intelligence. They discovered that a branch of Keen Industries recently had a large sum of money flow into a logistics company in New York, located in an abandoned industrial park in Bronx.

"This could be their base for planning the next operation," Carter analyzed.

Lynn nodded: "Notify the task force. We'll act tonight. We must destroy the core of this organization before they can act."

As night fell, Lynn led the task force to surround the warehouse of that logistics company. Through thermal scanning, they discovered a dozen people active inside, along with a large amount of goods and equipment.

Lynn gave instructions through his earpiece: "Everyone in position, ready to raid at any moment."

Inside the warehouse, several'Shadow' members were busy moving what appeared to be explosive devices. They were clearly unaware of the danger outside.

"Move!" Lynn commanded, and the task force quickly breached the door. The scene instantly plunged into chaos.

"FBI! Don't move!" the Agents shouted, quickly subduing several members who tried to resist.

However, just as Lynn was clearing the interior of the warehouse, a Shadow suddenly leaped down from above. He reacted quickly, raising his hand to block the opponent's attack. The opponent's movements were swift and sharp, clearly professionally trained.

"You are Agent Lynn," the person said with a sneer. "Have you heard of me? Silent Rose."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat: "You are the mastermind?"

"Just a branch planner," Silent Rose sneered, then threw a small device towards the center of the warehouse.

Lynn reacted quickly, lunging for the device and kicking it away, but Silent Rose had already taken the opportunity to escape outside the warehouse. Lynn quickly pursued, but the opponent's movements were unusually agile, and he quickly disappeared into the night.

After the operation, Lynn looked at the confiscated equipment and documents, his brows furrowed.

"These devices are clearly for creating larger-scale destruction," Carter said. "But Silent Rose escaped. We can't get more information from him."

Lynn nodded, his voice low: "Their plan isn't over yet. Silent Rose's appearance proves that we are getting closer to the core. But this also means their next move might be even more deadly."

"What do you think their ultimate goal is?" Carter asked.

Lynn looked at the map, his eyes sharp: "Not just New York. This is a nationwide subversion. They want to plunge the entire society into panic. We must stop them."

As night fell, Carter dragged her tired body back to her apartment. As she pushed open the door, she felt a strange sensation. The room was eerily quiet, as if the air itself had solidified. She alertly stopped, quickly pulled out her phone, and dialed Lynn's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered. Lynn's deep voice came through: "Carter?"

Carter lowered her voice, cautiously saying: "Lynn, I think someone's been in my apartment. Things aren't right."

Lynn on the other end of the phone instantly became alert: "Don't move. I'm coming right away. Find a safe place to hide."

Carter nodded, silenced her phone, and tucked it into her pocket, quietly retreating to the stairwell outside the door. Her heart pounded, and she could almost hear the blood rushing in her ears. A few minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded from downstairs. Carter peeked out and saw Lynn, dressed in plain clothes but clearly with a gun at his waist, rushing up the stairs.

"Over here," Carter whispered.

Lynn looked up, saw her, hurried forward, and pulled her behind him: "Stay here. Don't move."

He drew his gun, pushed open Carter's apartment door, moving swiftly and cautiously. The apartment was in disarray; someone had clearly rummaged through Carter's documents and personal belongings. Lynnscanned the room, noticing the window was slightly ajar and there was a faint line of footprints on the floor.

He pointed to the window, signaling to Carter: "They might not be far. Stay here, I'll go after them."

Carter grabbed his arm and whispered, "Be careful."

Lynn nodded, quickly leaped out the window, and chased after them down the fire escape. Carter stood still, filled with worry and complex emotions.

The night wind outside was biting, and Lynn's gaze searched in the darkness. Suddenly, he saw a Shadow flash across the rooftop. Lynn quickly caught up, agilely climbed the fire escape, and aimed his gun at the Shadow: "Stop!"

The Shadow heard his voice, leaped, attempting to jump to another building, but Lynn was faster. He fired a shot, precisely hitting the opponent's leg. The Shadow fell to the rooftop, letting out a pained groan.

Lynn quickly approached, pinned the person down, and handcuffed him behind his back. The person was a small, thin man with a mask on his face. His eyes were full of anger and fear, but he said nothing.

"Who sent you? Shadow?" Lynn asked coldly.

The man clenched his jaw, refusing to answer. Lynnpressed him hard against the ground: "You'd best cooperate, or I have ways to make you talk."

The man remained silent, but from his eyes, Lynn had already confirmed his suspicion. He sneered, dragged the man downstairs, threw him into the car parked below, and notified the support team.

When he returned to Carter's apartment, Carter was standing at the door, her face pale. Seeing Lynn return, she hurried forward and grabbed his arm: "Did you catch him?"

"Caught him, but he won't talk," Lynn looked at her, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Carter nodded, but her eyes clearly showed lingering fear: "I'm fine, thanks to you arriving in time."

Lynn took her hand, led her back into the apartment, checked around to confirm there was no other danger, and then breathed a sigh of relief. He stood in the center of the messy room, his voice serious: "Carter, this is no longer an ordinary threat. The'Shadow' people are after you; they know what you're investigating."

Carter bit her lip, a hint of reluctance in her voice: "So what? I can't give up because I'm scared."

Lynn's gaze became even more complex. He said in a low voice: "I know your courage, but this time they won't show mercy. I don't want to see anything happen to you."

Carter heard the concern in his words, looked up at Lynn, and her tone softened slightly: "Lynn, I'll be careful. But you also know, I can't stop."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then finally sighed: "Alright, but from now on, I'll arrange for someone to protect you. You can't act alone anymore."

"Wouldn't it be better if you protected me personally?" Carter smiled slightly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Lynn looked at her, a hint of helpless amusement on his face: "You know that would make me even busier, but alright, I promise you."

The two stood in the chaotic room, the surrounding sense of danger seemingly diluted by the warmth of that moment. Carter whispered: "Thank you, Lynn. Not just today, but every time you've appeared in time."

Lynn shook his head: "Protecting you isn't just my duty."

Carter froze for a moment, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes, but she said nothing more, just nodded.

Lynn entered the Mutant community in East Manhattan, one of New York City's most secluded corners, known to outsiders as the "Gray Zone." Narrow streets were lined with dilapidated buildings, their walls covered in mottled graffiti, many related to Mutant resistance themes. Some images symbolized freedom and strength, but more conveyed anger and despair. The air here was filled with a suffocating silence, as if everyone was wary of outsiders.

Lynn moved discreetly through the streets, his gaze sweeping his surroundings. He knew this was where Flame Heart might have once appeared, but it was also a place hostile to the police and outsiders. With every step, he could feel the cold stares from the residents. A few Mutants stood smoking in an alleyway, staring at Lynnwith unfriendly eyes, exchanging a few low words, then turning and leaving.

Lynn walked into a bar. In the dim light, several people were huddled around a small table in the corner, talking in low voices. He walked up to the bar and quietly said to the bartender: "I'll have a beer, and some information about 'Flame Heart.'"

The bartender looked up at him, a cold smile on his lips: "You've come to the wrong place, outsider. No one here will talk to you about 'Flame Heart.'"