Chapter 1164 - Ch: 249-254

Chapter 249: Bottomless Investigation

The forensic expert took the ring, observed it carefully with a magnifying glass, then looked up and said, "'BW' is engraved on it, which should be the abbreviation for the Blackwood Family. Besides that, there are some symbols so small they're almost invisible, possibly their family crest."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then picked up the pocket watch again and pressed the switch on the side. The watch clicked open, revealing the hands and a hidden compartment inside. He pulled out a folded note from the compartment, and when he unfolded it, he found a set of coordinates.

"Coordinates?" Kate leaned over for a look, a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "Lynn, this might be where the Blackwood Family buried their fortune or other secrets!"

Lynn frowned as he looked at the note, then handed it to Mark: "Check the exact location of these coordinates and see if they are within the forest area."

Mark nodded and quickly took the note to the computer to search. A few minutes later, he turned back and said, "Detective, these coordinates point to a clearing deep in the forest, less than a kilometer from the Hunters Cabin. From satellite images, there are no buildings there; it appears to be a deserted area."

Lynn nodded, his gaze becoming even more severe: "It seems this matter is far more than just a simple inheritance or rumor. Someone knows about the existence of these things, and they are very interested in them."

Kate said excitedly, "So, next we're going to investigate that clearing, right? Maybe we can find more important clues!"

Lynn glanced at her, his tone still containing a warning: "Kate, you cannot act alone again this time. If you want to go, you must come with us and follow orders."

Kate raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "Alright, I promise you. This time I guarantee I'll follow you obediently."

Lynn sighed lightly, but still nodded. He knew Kate's persistence, and understood her curiosity had been completely ignited. Now, he could only ensure she wouldn't cause new trouble during the investigation.

Lynn turned to the other investigators: "Prepare a small team. We will depart for the depths of the forest early tomorrow morning. Remember to bring necessary equipment, especially metal detectors and surveying tools. I have a feeling this matter is far from over."

Several investigators nodded and left, leaving only Lynn, Kate, and Mark in the room.

Kate leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, a slight smile on her face: "Lynn, you have to admit, the story I dug up has a lot of potential, doesn't it?"

Lynn glanced at her, unable to resist a smile: "It certainly has potential, but I hope it doesn't turn into a headache for all of us."

Kate raised her chin, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Don't worry, with you around, we can handle any trouble, no matter how big."

Lynn shook his head and turned to leave, but a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Early the next morning, Lynn led the investigation team to the forest entrance. Kate and Mark also arrived on time. Kate was in casual clothes, carrying a small camera bag, her expression a mix of excitement and nervousness, while Mark was fully equipped, holding a portable metal detector.

"Ready?" Lynn looked at the two, his tone unequivocal, "We won't stay too long today, but we must complete the initial survey before sunset. Kate, you must stay with the team at all times, no unauthorized actions."

Kate rolled her eyes, but still nodded in agreement: "Got it, 'My Lord Detective.' I promise not to run around this time."

The team began to advance deeper into the forest along the coordinates on the map. The surrounding trees gradually grew taller and denser, sunlight was blocked by thick branches and leaves, and the air in the forest began to feel damp and cold. Lynn walked at the front of the team, occasionally looking down at the map and GPS device in his hand.

"We're almost there," Mark said, turning back to the others. The metal detector suddenly emitted a faint hum. "The metal reaction in this area is significantly stronger than before; there might be something buried underground."

Lynn waved his hand, signaling the team to stop. He looked around and found some strange Marks scattered on the ground—like disturbed soil, and several patches of flattened grass.

"Someone has been here," Lynn whispered, his eyes alert. "But I don't know how long ago. Everyone, be careful, and continue forward."

The team finally reached the coordinates, which was a seemingly ordinary clearing, overgrown with weeds and low shrubs. However, as Mark slowly moved the metal detector over the ground, the humming grew louder and louder.

"There's something here," Mark said, pointing to a relatively flat area on the ground, signaling everyone to stop. "It's buried very deep; it shouldn't be ordinary waste."

Lynn nodded and looked back at the investigators: "Start digging, but be careful not to damage anything inside."

Several investigators quickly took out their tools and began to dig carefully. Kate stood by, camera in hand, documenting the entire process, her eyes fixed on the progress of the excavation. Her intuition told her that whatever was buried here was definitely related to the Blackwood Family's secrets.

Soon after, the shovel hit something hard, making a clear sound. The investigators stopped, gently pushed away the surrounding dirt with their hands, revealing an iron box. The box was rusty, but from its size and shape, it was clearly not an ordinary container.

"This is what we're looking for," Lynn whispered, squatting down to carefully inspect the box's lock. "Good, the lock hasn't been damaged."

Kate couldn't help but step closer, asking excitedly, "What could be inside? More documents? Jewelry? Or other secrets?"

Lynn glanced at her, not answering, but instead motioned for an investigator to carefully pry open the box with a tool. The moment the lid was opened, everyone held their breath.

Inside the box were neatly stacked several thick ledgers, a stack of old newspapers, and a small box full of photographs. Even more striking was a beautifully carved pistol, placed directly on top of the ledgers, looking particularly out of place.

Mark whispered, "These ledgers look like financial records, but why are they with a gun?"

Lynn opened one of the ledgers, his brows furrowed: "These are the Blackwood Family's private accounts, recording some of their early large transactions. But there are a few abnormal fund movements, huge amounts, with no clear source or destination."

Kate picked up the stack of newspapers, quickly flipped through them, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes: "These newspapers are all related to an old case—a large-scale financial fraud case, and the timing is very close to the Blackwood Family's bankruptcy."

Lynn's expression became even more serious, and he slowly said, "If these accounts are related to that financial fraud case, then it indicates that behind the Blackwood Family's bankruptcy, a larger conspiracy might be hidden."

Mark gently touched the pistol and whispered, "Perhaps this gun was someone's final 'negotiating tool' in this conspiracy."

Lynn nodded, carefully placed the pistol back in the box, and then closed the lid: "Take it back to the police station; these things need further analysis. Kate, this discovery is indeed very important, but you cannot interfere with what comes next. The things involved here might be more complex than you imagine."

Although Kate was a bit reluctant, she still nodded: "Okay, I won't interfere. But Lynn, you have to promise me that once there's progress, you must tell me."

Lynn looked at her and sighed softly: "Alright, I'll try." He knew Kate's persistence wouldn't easily fade, but he had to do everything he could to ensure her safety while uncovering this long-buried secret.

On the way back to the police station, there was silence in the car. Kate sat in the back seat, occasionally looking down at the photos in her camera, her eyes filled with intense curiosity and excitement. Lynn sat in the passenger seat, holding the ledger, his brows furrowed, seemingly already pondering the next course of action.

"Lynn," Kate finally couldn't help but speak, "Who do you think the fund movements in these ledgers will point to? The Blackwood Family was once prominent; anyone who could bring them down must not be simple."

Lynn closed the ledger and turned his head to look at her: "Kate, we've only seen fragments so far; we're far from being able to draw conclusions. The fund flows in the ledger need expert analysis, especially those abnormal large transfers. If there's truly a problem behind it, we also need time to confirm the authenticity of these records."

Kate raised an eyebrow: "That sounds like you're telling me to put my curiosity aside. But you know I won't give up easily, especially when I encounter such an exciting story."

Lynn chuckled lightly, but then his tone turned serious: "I understand your curiosity, but Kate, the scope of this might be wider than we anticipated. Financial fraud, missing family wealth, hidden firearms... these things pieced together mean there's likely an unresolved connection behind them."

Kate shrugged: "So, you need me to stay away from this trouble, right?"

Lynn nodded, his tone softening: "At least for now. This isn't simple reporting material; it concerns a major crime from decades ago that might have been covered up. If you get involved too early, it might expose our actions, and it might also put you in danger."

Kate leaned back in her seat and sighed: "Alright, I'll follow your arrangements, but you have to remember, I'm not the kind of person who will always stand by and do nothing."

After the convoy arrived at the police station, the ledgers, firearms, and other items were quickly sent to the evidence room. Lynn immediately convened a team of financial investigation experts to begin analyzing the contents of the ledgers. At the same time, he also contacted the archives department to retrieve records related to the Blackwood Family's bankruptcy and the financial fraud case from that year, hoping to find more clues.

A few hours later, the expert team delivered preliminary analysis results. Lynn stood in the conference room, listening to an analyst's report: "Detective, these ledgers indeed have problems. Several fund movements are very similar to the fund flows in that financial fraud case from back then, and the ultimate destination of these funds appears to be an offshore bank account."

Lynn frowned and asked, "Can you find the specific information for the offshore account?"

The analyst shook his head: "It's unclear at the moment; these records are too old and have gone through multiple layers of disguise. But what's certain is that these funds are directly related to the Blackwood Family's bankruptcy, and can even be said to be one of the main reasons for their downfall."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then asked, "What about the gun? Are there any clues?"

Another forensic expert replied, "It's an early 20th-century pistol with the Blackwood Family's emblem on it. From the Marks inside the barrel, it has been used, but it's too old to determine the specific circumstances."

Lynn nodded: "This indicates that someone not only absconded with the Blackwood Family's wealth but also might have forced them to yield through armed threat or other means."

Mark asked from the side, "Lynn, could this be related to the people we just arrested? The people behind them might know these truths, which is why they hired someone to dig up this evidence."

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "Very possible, but they're tight-lipped and haven't revealed any valuable information yet. However, the existence of offshore accounts indicates that this matter isn't just a local issue. We need to expand the scope of the investigation."

Kate stood outside the conference room, watching the discussion through the glass window, her eyes complex. She knew Lynn hadn't let her participate in this part to protect her, but her professional instinct told her that a truly shocking truth was hidden behind this matter.

After the meeting, Lynn walked out of the room and saw Kate still waiting for him. He stopped and said in a low voice, "Kate, I know you want to ask more, but it's not the time yet. This matter is bigger and more complex than imagined."

Kate crossed her arms, a slight smile on her face: "I wasn't planning on asking you for all the details; I just hope you're careful. Lynn, cases like this can easily touch people and things that shouldn't be touched."

Lynn nodded, his voice low and firm: "I will be careful. But you also promise me not to interfere for now. When there's a part suitable for public release, I'll be the first to tell you."

Kate sighed, finally nodding: "Alright, I promise you. But if you need help, don't forget you have me, a reporter."

Lynn smiled slightly: "Of course I won't forget." He then turned and left, continuing to immerse himself in this bottomless investigation.

As night fell, Lynn's office was still brightly lit. His desk was piled with ledger photocopies, old case files, and police analysis reports, and the whiteboard was covered with connecting lines of clues and doubts. He stared at the whiteboard, his pen tapping on the desk, repeatedly sorting through the ins and outs of the case in his mind.

Mark knocked on the door, pushed it open, and walked in, holding a new report: "Detective, we found something. Although those suspects are very tight-lipped, there are a few text messages on their phones that mention a name—Vincent Relton. This person seems to be their employer."

Chapter 250 Your Game is Over

Detective Lynn's gaze darkened as he quickly searched his mind for the name.

He opened an old file, stopped at a page, and pointed to the content, saying, "Vincent Relton, I know that name.

He's a financial broker who specializes in handling money movement for illicit individuals, particularly skilled at concealing the source of funds.

This guy has been missing for several years; it seems he's resurfaced."

Mark nodded, handing over a report: "There's something even more interesting.

We found Vincent's name in the Blackwood Familybankruptcy file; he was one of the consultants responsible for liquidating the family's assets at the time."

Detective Lynn's eyes sharpened even more; he slapped the report on the table, his voice low: "This means he not only participated in the liquidation back then but very likely directly manipulated the Blackwood Family's collapse.

Now that he's back, what does he want?"

Mark shrugged: "Either he wants to cover up what happened back then, or he's looking to exploit those leftover resources again.

This guy has always been driven by profit."

Detective Lynn pondered for a moment, then stood up: "Whatever he wants to do, we need to find him.

Send people to stake out his possible hiding places, and notify all relevant departments; this person has become a key target."

Meanwhile, Jane sat in her apartment, opened her computer, and imported all the photos she had taken that day.

Image after image flashed by: the ledgers, the pistol, and Detective Lynn's focused expression at the scene—all recorded by her.

Her finger paused on an enlarged photo of a ledger, her gaze becoming serious.

"Fund flows, offshore accounts, family bankruptcy..." she murmured to herself, "What exactly is hidden behind all this?"

Jane's professional intuition wouldn't let her dismiss these questions.

She opened some old news archives, searching for information related to the Blackwood Family.

There were few reports about the financial fraud case back then; most content mentioned the family's sudden bankruptcy but almost nothing about the fund flow or inside information.

She stared at the screen, her brows tightly furrowed: "Why was such a major case handled so hastily?

Someone must have suppressed it."

Jane's gut told her that Detective Lynn knew more but hadn't told her yet.

She couldn't help but pick up her phone and dial Detective Lynn's number.

After the call connected, Detective Lynn's low voice came through: "Jane, I'm very busy right now, is there something?"

"Detective Lynn, I just want to know, how complicated is the Blackwood Family matter?" Jane asked directly, "You know this isn't just an ordinary bankruptcy, right?"

Detective Lynn was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Jane, I can't tell you much, but you're right, this is more than just an ordinary bankruptcy.

Many things were covered up back then, and what we've dug up now is just the tip of the iceberg."

Jane gripped her phone, her voice resolute: "Then why won't you let me participate?

I can help, Detective Lynn, you know I have the ability to find more clues."

"Because you're not Police, Jane." Detective Lynn's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "This matter has gone beyond the scope of news reporting.

It concerns the interests of many people, and your involvement will only put yourself in danger."

Jane fell silent; she understood Detective Lynn's concerns, but she still couldn't let go of the story.

"Alright, I'll wait for your news." She finally compromised, but her heart was still filled with unwillingness.

After Detective Lynn hung up the phone, he looked at the documents on the table and took a deep breath.

He knew Jane's persistence and understood that she wouldn't give up easily.

But he now had to concentrate fully on finding Vincent Relton's whereabouts and uncovering the truth behind this case.

Detective Lynn and Mark continued to trace Vincent's clues, gradually discovering some faint traces.

Through financial flows and several deeply hidden files, they found a few possible hiding places for Vincent.

However, just as they were preparing for further action, an unfamiliar call came to Detective Lynn's phone.

"Good evening, Detective Lynn." The voice on the other end of the line was low and cold, with an unsettling calmness, "It seems you've been quite interested in some old matters recently."

Detective Lynn paused slightly, then quickly regained his composure: "Who are you?"

"Who I am isn't important; what's important is that you're touching things you shouldn't be touching." The other party's voice subtly hinted at a threat, "Some truths are buried for a reason, Detective.

If you keep digging, you'll only put more people in danger, including yourself."

Detective Lynn gripped his phone, his tone stern: "Is that so?

You think a few threats can make me back down?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle: "I know you're a stubborn person, so this is the last reminder.

If you insist on pursuing this, then you need to be prepared to face the consequences."

After the call ended, Detective Lynn stared at the screen, his brows tightly furrowed.

He knew this wasn't just ordinary intimidation, but someone warning him, and the power behind it was clearly not to be underestimated.

Mark pushed the door open and asked, seeing Detective Lynn's expression: "What happened?"

Detective Lynn put down his phone and briefly told Markabout the call.

After listening, Mark's face also darkened: "It seems we've touched someone's interests.

To make Vincent come out of hiding and even send people to threaten us, the Water behind this is deeper than we imagined."

Detective Lynn nodded, his gaze growing firmer: "Precisely because of this, we can't stop.

The deeper these people hide, the more they fear the truth being exposed.

We must continue."

Mark gave a wry smile: "Can't you be a little more careful?

This isn't like an ordinary case."

"I'm always careful." Detective Lynn's voice was calm, but his eyes held a hint of stubbornness, "But some things can't be careful to the point of stopping.

This time, their threats only make me more certain that we are on the right path."

Over the next few days, Detective Lynn and Markintensified their tracking of Vincent, while also increasing their personal safety precautions.

They found an abandoned warehouse, suspected to be Vincent's temporary hideout.

Detective Lynn decided to lead the team himself.

That night, Detective Lynn and Mark, with a team of officers, arrived at the outskirts of the warehouse.

Detective Lynn raised his hand, signaling everyone to remain quiet, then led the way into the warehouse.

It was silent inside, but a tense atmosphere permeated the air.

"Someone's been here." Mark whispered, pointing to fresh shoe prints on the ground.

Detective Lynn nodded and followed the direction of the footprints.

Soon after, they found a pile of documents and a laptop that was still on in a hidden corner.

"It seems we interrupted something important." Markwhispered, beginning to examine the documents and the content on the computer.

Detective Lynn looked around, alert.

He knew the other party might have deliberately left these things as bait, but the clues at this moment were too valuable, and he had to take the risk.

The file open on the computer was an encrypted financial record, involving multiple offshore accounts and transnational transactions.

Detective Lynn glanced at it and said coldly: "These records are enough to expose a massive criminal network."

"Detective!" Mark suddenly whispered, "There's also a list here, with several names on it, all people related to the Blackwood Family from back then."

Detective Lynn took the list, his gaze lingering on a few familiar names.

His mind rapidly connected the investigation results of the past few days; these people were likely key figures in the Blackwood Family's collapse.

Just as they were about to delve deeper, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the warehouse.

Detective Lynn immediately signaled his team to assume defensive positions, and he whispered: "They're here, be careful!"

A group of fully armed masked men rushed into the warehouse, their guns pointed directly at Detective Lynnand his team.

Detective Lynn and Mark quickly covered their team members and counterattacked; the standoff instantly turned the silent warehouse into a battlefield.

In the chaos, Detective Lynn found an opportunity to put the list and the computer into a waterproof bag, then handed it to Mark: "Take this and leave; this is the most important evidence!"

"What about you?" Mark asked anxiously while returning Fire.

"I'll distract them." Detective Lynn's gaze was firm, "Go quickly!

Don't let these things fall into their hands."

Mark gritted his teeth, finally nodded, and retreated through the back door with the evidence.

Detective Lynn, meanwhile, continued to contend with the enemies, gradually breaking out of the encirclement with his agile movements and disappearing into the night.

After returning to a safe location, Detective Lynn and Mark regrouped.

Detective Lynn wiped the sweat from his forehead and, looking at the waterproof bag in Mark's hand, let out a sigh of relief: "These things are enough to tear through their disguise."

Mark nodded, a hint of relief in his voice: "Detective, they really wanted to stop us, but now, they should be scared."

When Detective Lynn returned to the FBI branch, it was already late at night, but there was no trace of fatigue in his eyes.

He walked straight to the command center, making several quick calls as he went.

The lights in the branch quickly came on, and Agents who received the notification rushed over one after another; in an instant, the entire branch was enveloped in a tense yet orderly atmosphere.

"Everyone," Detective Lynn stood in the center of the command center, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority, "Tonight's attack was not an accident; it was a precise operation targeting our investigation.

The opponent's goal is very clear: to prevent us from uncovering this conspiracy."

Mark stood beside him, adding: "The evidence we have is already deadly enough, but the opponent is clearly organized and planned.

They won't give up easily."

Detective Lynn nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Agents present: "Now it's time for us to fight back.

I need an elite squad, especially Mutant Agents, to participate.

Their abilities will be key to this operation."

A senior Agent asked: "Agent, what is the specific target?"

Detective Lynn projected the clues extracted from the warehouse onto the screen, pointing to a marked location: "Through that computer, we tracked down a possible stronghold.

This is their gathering point, and our best chance to completely destroy their network."

A Mutant Agent in the branch stepped forward; he was an electromagnetic force controller named Blake, usually responsible for high-risk missions.

Blake said with a firm gaze: "Agent, I request to join the operation."

Detective Lynn looked at him, nodded, and said: "Very good, we need your ability to disrupt their communications and weapon systems.

Are there any other Detectives who volunteer?"

Several Mutant Detectives and regular Agents raised their hands simultaneously; a satisfied expression appeared on Detective Lynn's face: "Very good, the operation time is set for one hour from now, everyone prepare your equipment.

I don't want to see any mistakes."

In a briefing room at the branch, Detective Lynn and his team members quickly formulated an action plan.

He projected the blueprint of the stronghold onto the table, using a laser pointer to Mark key areas: "They might have deployed defensive systems, but we won't give them a chance to counterattack.

Blake, you're responsible for paralyzing their communication network and simultaneously interfering with their electronic devices.

Mark, lead people to break in through the main entrance to attract attention.

I'll lead another team to flank them from the side, with the goal of apprehending the commander and prioritizing control of the scene."

A young Mutant Agent asked in a low voice: "Agent, the enemy might outnumber us; do we need additional support?"

Detective Lynn shook his head: "Numbers aren't the problem; our advantage lies in precise deployment and each person's ability.

Remember, our goal isn't a direct confrontation, but to quickly destroy their operational capability."

After the plan was finalized, everyone quickly got to work preparing.

Detective Lynn changed into his tactical gear, with a pistol and communication device holstered at his waist.

He stood by the convoy, performing a final check of everyone's equipment and task assignments.

Once confirmed, he waved his hand: "Move out."

The convoy drove into the night, their target clear.

When they arrived at the target location, Detective Lynnsignaled everyone to get out of the vehicles and began to approach the stronghold silently.

Blake stopped about fifty meters from the stronghold, his hands slightly raised; a faint Current sound vaguely echoed in the air.

He whispered: "Their equipment has been interfered with; communications and surveillance should be paralyzed."

Detective Lynn nodded in acknowledgment, then directed the team to disperse and infiltrate.

At the main entrance, Mark's team quickly breached the defenses and engaged in a brief firefight with the enemy guards.

Meanwhile, Detective Lynn and his flanking team had quietly entered the interior of the stronghold.

The guards inside the building were clearly affected by the electromagnetic interference, reacting slowly, and their weapon accuracy was greatly reduced.

Detective Lynn led his team to push forward rapidly, quickly locking onto a heavily protected room.

With a wave of his hand, two Agents quickly broke down the door; the few enemies inside had no time to react and were subdued on the ground.

In the center of the room sat a man, precisely the target Detective Lynn had been searching for—Vincent Relton.

Vincent looked up, a cold smile in his eyes: "You truly are persistent, Detective."

Detective Lynn stepped forward, his voice cold: "Vincent, your game is over.

All clues point to you; now it's up to you how much you're willing to cooperate."

Vincent chuckled: "You think catching me will solve the problem?

You don't even know what you've gotten yourself into."

Detective Lynn remained unwavering, his voice firm: "Then why don't you tell me, let me know what exactly I've gotten myself into."

He waved his hand, and the Agents behind him quickly handcuffed Vincent and led him out of the room.

Chapter 251: Surprise Seizure

Detective Lynn sat in the interrogation room, facing Vincent, who was handcuffed to a chair.

The air was thick with tension, Detective Lynn's gaze was stern, and on the table lay ledgers and photos freshly retrieved from the stronghold.

"Vincent, you know we have enough evidence to put you away for life," Detective Lynn's voice was low but carried a sense of oppression, "but I'm giving you a chance.

Tell us who is behind you, and what exactly they are planning."

Vincent looked up, a cold sneer forming on his lips: "You think I'm scared? Detective Lynn, the person who should be sitting here is you, not me."

Detective Lynn clasped his hands, his gaze sharp: "This is your last chance.

If you cooperate, I can recommend a reduction of your sentence to the court.

But if you continue to be stubborn, then just wait and see how you are abandoned."

Vincent snorted coldly, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes, appearing unwilling to cooperate.

Detective Lynn looked at him, and although anger flared in his heart, his face showed no emotional fluctuations.

He got up and left the interrogation room, going to the observation room next door, where Mark was waiting for him.

"Detective, this guy won't open his mouth easily," Markwhispered, "He's clearly prepared not to cooperate."

"No one will willingly take the fall for an organization or a mastermind for a lifetime," Detective Lynn said calmly, "His weakness isn't here, we need to change direction."

Mark raised an eyebrow: "You mean… his family?"

Detective Lynn nodded: "Although Vincent is an old fox, everyone has a soft spot.

He has a brother and an adult daughter, and I suspect they might know some clues, or even be involved.

Go check his family background, including recent activity records, and see if we can find a breakthrough."

Mark nodded quickly: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

After watching Mark leave, Detective Lynn returned to his office and reviewed Vincent's file.

He knew that once people like Vincent were pushed into a corner, the only option was to exploit every factor that could threaten him.

And family, usually, was the most effective breakthrough point.

A few hours later, Mark returned to the branch, holding a detailed investigation report.

"Detective, I've found out about Vincent's family situation.

His brother, Jonathan, lives in the suburbs and runs a small restaurant, which appears very ordinary on the surface.

But he recently had a very suspicious capital inflow, amounting to one hundred thousand U.S. dollars, from an offshore account."

Detective Lynn's eyes sharpened: "One hundred thousand U.S. dollars? Does the timing of this money match Vincent's recent activities?"

Mark nodded: "It matches perfectly, and I also discovered something else.

Vincent's daughter, Lisa, has been frequently visiting a high-end law firm recently, likely preparing legal defenses in advance for her father's 'accident'."

Detective Lynn sneered: "It seems Vincent not only hasn't given up controlling his family, but he's also using them as a cover.

His brother might be a money laundering channel, and his daughter is his fallback."

"What do we do next?" Mark asked.

"Go find his brother Jonathan," Detective Lynn said firmly, "If he's involved in this conspiracy, or being used by Vincent, then we need to uncover the truth as soon as possible."

Mark nodded: "I'll take people over to investigate immediately."

"Remember, don't alert them," Detective Lynn cautioned, "If Jonathan is truly colluding with Vincent, he will definitely try to protect his brother.

We need to find solid evidence to leave Vincent with no way out."

Mark quickly left with his team, while Detective Lynnreturned to the interrogation room, facing Vincent again.

He threw a stack of photos onto the table, his tone cold: "Vincent, these photos are your brother Jonathan's recent activity records, and there's also some evidence of fund transfers.

You don't want him to get involved, do you?"

Vincent's face changed slightly, but quickly regained its composure: "Detective Lynn.

He has nothing to do with this."

Detective Lynn leaned back in his chair, his gaze like a knife: "Is that so?

Then just wait and see how he explains that one hundred thousand U.S. dollars, and why he's covering your tracks.

Time is running out, Vincent.

Your silence will only make them bear more of the blame for you."

Vincent's hand tightened on the armrest, a flicker of struggle in his eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Detective Lynn knew that time was closing in on the truth, and Mark's investigation would soon crack open this old fox's last line of defense.

Detective Lynn looked at Vincent's tense expression, knowing his strategy was gradually taking effect.

He said in a calm but oppressive tone: "Vincent, let me paint a simple picture for you.

If you don't cooperate, your brother Jonathan and your daughter Lisa will be dragged into this quagmire.

We have enough evidence to put them under investigation.

Are you willing to see them pay the price for your actions?"

Vincent's hands trembled slightly under the table, his gaze wandered for a moment, but he still clenched his teeth: "You have no evidence, they did nothing wrong!"

"No evidence?" Detective Lynn sneered, slapping a bank transfer record on the table, "This is the evidence, one hundred thousand U.S. dollars, transferred directly from an offshore account to your brother's account.

And these are surveillance screenshots of your daughter frequently entering and exiting the law firm.

She's paving the way for your escape, isn't she?"

Vincent's face completely changed; he looked at the evidence, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he did not speak again.

Detective Lynn continued to apply pressure: "Vincent, you are a smart man.

You know if we can find this, we can find more.

If you continue to remain silent, not only you, but your family will also be dragged into the legal mire.

They shouldn't bear the consequences of your actions.

Now is your only chance, tell the truth, cooperate, and save them."

Vincent's hands gradually loosened, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, his eyes a mix of struggle and despair, and finally he lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "You win, Detective Lynn.

I'll talk."

Detective Lynn showed no sign of triumph, instead he calmly sat upright, waiting for Vincent to continue.

Vincent's gaze was somewhat unfocused, his voice trembling: "All of this… was at Alan Coleman's instruction.

He is the boss behind the scenes, controlling the entire network.

I am just a tool, cleaning money and handling loopholes for him."

Detective Lynn's brow furrowed slightly; Alan Coleman, that name was prominent in his intelligence system.

He was a seasoned entrepreneur, outwardly running legitimate businesses, but in reality controlling a vast criminal network involving financial fraud, illicit trade, and transnational money laundering.

"Continue," Detective Lynn's voice was calm yet full of deterrence, "What did Coleman make you do?"

Vincent closed his eyes, as if organizing his thoughts: "The bankruptcy of the Blackwood Family was entirely orchestrated by him.

Decades ago, he devoured the Blackwood Family's wealth through forged contracts and offshore accounts, then laundered that money through 'consultants' like us.

He didn't want to leave any traces, so he ordered me to destroy all evidence that could point to him, including those ledgers."

"What else have you done for him over the years?" Detective Lynn pressed.

Vincent trembled as he spoke: "Helping him cover up loopholes in some old cases, ensuring that those involved wouldn't surface.

Recently, he sensed your investigation, so he had me arrange for people to clear out those things from the Hunters Cabin.

Unfortunately... I failed."

Detective Lynn sneered, a glint of coldness in his eyes: "You didn't just fail, Vincent, you just gave us enough reason to go directly after Coleman."

Vincent lowered his head in despair, mumbling: "You don't know how dangerous he is, he won't let you find him alive."

Detective Lynn stood up, gathered the documents on the table, and turned to Mark in the observation room: "Prepare for action, transfer all this evidence to headquarters, and issue an urgent arrest warrant for Alan Coleman."

Mark nodded and quickly left to make arrangements.

Detective Lynn looked back at Vincent, his voice cold: "You chose this path yourself; now enjoy its consequences."

Vincent said nothing more, seemingly completely broken as he hung his head.

As Detective Lynn left the interrogation room, a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Detective Lynn stood at the entrance of Coleman's luxurious office, his gaze sharp.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The interior decor was extremely opulent, with genuine leather sofas, expensive carpets, and World-renowned paintings hanging on the walls, all showcasing Coleman's wealth and status.

Coleman sat behind his desk, looking perfectly at ease.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, holding a glass of red wine, and when he saw Detective Lynn enter, he merely raised his head slightly, a hint of disdainful smile on his lips.

"Detective, what brings you here?" Coleman's tone was flippant, clearly not taking Detective Lynn seriously.

Detective Lynn stared at him coldly, walked straight to the desk, and slammed a document down hard on it: "Alan Coleman, your name has appeared in too much evidence.

The bankruptcy of the Blackwood Family, transnational money laundering, illicit trade—do you have anything else to add?"

Coleman put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Oh, Detective, I've heard quite a bit about you.

Strong sense of justice, firm will, never afraid of difficulties.

Too bad, these things don't hold much value in the real World."

"Is that so?" Detective Lynn's voice was as cold as ice, "We have already gathered enough evidence, and your network is collapsing.

Your subordinates have started to surrender; how much longer can you sit tight?"

Coleman laughed loudly, waving his hand: "DetectiveLynn, you are a smart man, but apparently not smart enough.

You think you can bring me down with just that 'evidence'? The rules by which this World operates are far more complex than you imagine.

The deeper you investigate, the more you move, you will only find yourself being used like a fool."

Detective Lynn frowned slightly, but remained unshaken: "No matter how complex the rules, they cannot escape the law.

I will personally send you to court."

Coleman stood up, walked in front of Detective Lynn, and looked down at him, with clear contempt in his eyes: "Law? Law is merely a plaything for the strong to adorn their facade.

Detective Lynn, take my advice, don't make futile struggles.

You are a good Police, why ruin your future for these trivial matters?"

Detective Lynn sneered: "Because this is my duty.

And scum like you are precisely the targets I need to eliminate."

Coleman, however, laughed as if he had heard an absurd joke, then leaned closer to Detective Lynn and whispered: "I can give you a sum of money, Detective.

A large sum of money, as long as you drop the investigation and no longer interfere with my affairs.

This money is enough for you and your family to live a carefree life.

You can choose to leave, take all your sense of justice, and enjoy true freedom."

Detective Lynn's gaze was as cold as a knife; he slowly looked up, staring at Coleman: "You think I'm the kind of person who can be bought?"

Coleman shrugged, turned back to his seat, and picked up his wine glass again: "Everyone has their price, DetectiveLynn.

It's just that some people's price is higher, and I can afford it."

Detective Lynn slowly approached the table, his voice low and full of pressure: "You made one of the biggest mistakes, which was underestimating me.

Your money cannot buy justice, nor can it buy my conscience."

Coleman's disdain flashed in his eyes, then he smiled and said: "In that case, I wish you good luck.

But you'll soon find that this game is not one you can win."

Detective Lynn said nothing more; he just stared coldly at Coleman, then turned and left the office.

He knew that Coleman's confidence was not unfounded, but this only strengthened his resolve to bring this man to justice.

After walking out of the building, Detective Lynn called Mark: "All plans proceed as scheduled; monitor all his activities, all his resources and network of contacts, we must cut them off completely.

He thinks he's invincible, so let him see how his empire crumbles."

Mark's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement: "Understood, Detective.

This time, we will definitely not let him escape."

Detective Lynn stood in the center of the Police station's command room, his gaze sweeping over his Agents, his voice low and firm: "Coleman's power is vast, and his criminal evidence is deeply hidden, but we don't need to wait until we find all the evidence to take action.

Today, we will make him understand that the net of justice is already tightening."

He turned and drew a line on the Whiteboard, marking a location: "Coleman's high-end bar 'Nightfall' is one of his illegal transaction strongholds.

We have gathered enough clues to prove that this place is a key location for his money laundering and cover-up of criminal activities.

Tonight, we will raid and seal this bar on suspicion of illegal transactions and money laundering."

Mark stood by, nodding in agreement: "Detective, news just came from the financial analysis team that 'Nightfall's' accounts show clear financial anomalies, very likely the channel Coleman uses for money laundering."

Agent Lynn turned to the other Agents and continued: "This is our first warning to Coleman.

His resources and network depend on the operation of these places; once these places are destroyed, his empire will begin to crumble."

Several Agents responded in unison: "Understood!"

Chapter 252: A Money Laundering Operation

After the operation began, Lynn personally led the team, driving a black enforcement vehicle, followed by several police cars.

The team quickly drove to the luxurious bar in the city center.

Outside the bar, lights blazed, and celebrities and wealthy businessmen came and went, everything appearing calm and normal.

Lynn got out of the car at the bar's entrance, signaling his subordinates to disperse and block the exits.

He strode towards the bar's entrance, where a security guard tried to stop him: "Sir, this is a private establishment, you cannot enter without permission."

Lynn took out his identification and said coldly, "FBI. We now suspect this place is involved in illegal transactions and money laundering activities, and we are conducting an immediate raid.

Everyone, cooperate with our operation."

The security guard's face showed panic; he clearly hadn't anticipated this operation.

He stammered, trying to stop them, but Lynn had already led his people directly through the main door.

Inside the bar, the lights were dim, the music deafening, and guests in lavish attire were enjoying a luxurious nightlife.

As soon as Lynn entered, he raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone listen up! This place has been sealed off.

Please cease all activities immediately and cooperate with our investigation!"

The scene erupted into chaos as guests, startled by the sudden raid, looked around frantically.

Some tried to slip away but were stopped by the Agents already guarding the exits.

Lynn's gaze swept over every corner of the bar, and he quickly directed the Agents to begin their operation: "Search every room, especially the underground areas!

Ledgers, computers, surveillance records—bring back everything that can serve as evidence."

Mark took several Detectives directly into the office behind the bar, where there was a hidden safe.

After prying open the safe, they found several ledgers and some encrypted hard drives.

"Agent!" Mark quickly reported his findings to Lynn, "The ledgers and hard drives are all here; they are likely the evidence we need."

Lynn nodded, then looked at another Detective: "Take these back to the bureau and immediately hand them over to the technical team for analysis."

Meanwhile, the bar manager was brought before Lynn.

His face was pale, and his voice was flustered: "Detective, this is just a regular bar!

We haven't participated in any illegal activities!"

Lynn looked at him coldly, his voice laced with pressure: "A regular bar?

Ledgers, abnormal fund flows, encrypted hard drives—are these standard operating procedures for a regular bar?

I suggest you start cooperating with our investigation now, or you will be an accomplice to Coleman's wrongdoing."

The manager was drenched in sweat, nodding repeatedly: "I... I'm just in charge of management!

I don't know anything!"

Lynn wasted no more time and signaled the Agents to take him away.

The entire operation proceeded swiftly and orderly; in less than an hour, all personnel in the bar were cleared out, evidence was sealed, and the scene was completely under control.

Lynn walked out of the bar and stood in the night, watching the luxurious neon lights extinguished one by one.

There was no hint of relaxation on his face; he knew this was just the first step.

But this blow was enough to make Coleman uneasy.

Back at the bureau, Lynn looked at the stacks of ledgers and hard drives on his desk and said coldly, "Analyze these with all your effort.

We need to find deeper clues and block every escape route for Coleman."

Coleman sat in his lavish study, his face terribly grim.

The whiskey glass beside him was empty; he slammed it onto the table, the glass making a grating sound.

He had felt the pressure closing in—Lynn's raid had caused him heavy losses, and his subordinates were beginning to waver, some even submitting surrender applications to the FBI.

"Can't wait any longer," Coleman cursed under his breath, grabbing his phone and dialing an encrypted number.

A few minutes later, a tall, cold-eyed Mutant stood before Coleman.

He wore a dark trench coat, his back silent and dangerous.

Coleman lit a cigar, his voice low: "I need you to handle a problem for me.

The target is Lin En Stacey."

The Mutant tilted his head slightly, his voice cold: "My price is very high, especially for targeting an FBI Detective."

"Money is not an issue," Coleman said with a cold laugh, "as long as you can completely deal with him.

His name and photo have already been sent to you.

Remember, I need it clean and without a trace."

The Mutant nodded and turned to leave.

A few days later, Lynn was leaving the police station.

He had just finished a long meeting; outside, the night was deep, and the streets were sparsely populated.

Lynn walked to his car, and just as he opened the door, he felt a dangerous aura approaching.

He quickly dodged backward as a blade-like gust of air brushed past his ear, directly slicing through the car window.

He turned, only to see a tall figure slowly emerge from the shadows, his gaze cold, his palms glowing with a faint blue energy.

Lynn immediately realized that this man was a Mutant, and a deadly assassin.

"Lin En Stacey," the man's deep voice resonated, "Someone paid a lot for your life.

Sorry, it's just business."

Lynn did not answer but quickly drew his gun from his waist, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

He knew the opponent was no ordinary foe and had to be handled with caution.

The killer moved with astonishing speed, his hands surging with energy, striking directly at Lynn.

Lynn rolled to dodge, aiming his gun at the opponent, but found that the killer's reactions were incredibly fast, and the bullets were directly deflected by the energy wave.

"You've got some skill," Lynn muttered, while quickly pulling out his communicator and pressing the emergency call button, "This is Lynn, I'm under attack, suspect it's a Mutant.

Need backup, immediately!"

The killer sneered: "Calling for backup?

You'll be dead before they arrive."

He charged forward again, forcing Lynn to retreat constantly, but his gaze remained calm.

He noticed that while the killer's attacks were fierce, they required a brief charge-up.

He calmly analyzed the opponent's weaknesses, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

During one dodge, Lynn kicked a piece of metal debris on the ground towards the opponent's face.

The killer instinctively tilted his head to dodge, and in that instant, Lynn decisively acted, grabbing the car door and slamming it into the killer's waist, causing him to lose balance.

The killer roared, and the energy fluctuation instantly surged, pushing Lynn back a few steps with an Impact.

But just then, police sirens sounded in the distance, and the killer's expression immediately grew even darker.

"Looks like time's up," the killer muttered, attempting to turn and retreat.

Lynn quickly got up and said with a cold sneer, "You think I'll let you go?"

He pulled out a special stun grenade and threw it with all his might at the opponent.

The grenade exploded in the air, releasing a powerful electromagnetic wave.

The killer's energy was instantly disrupted, and he painfully collapsed to his knees.

Lynn seized the opportunity to rush forward, handcuffing the killer's wrists with specialized cuffs, completely restricting his abilities.

The backup Agents also arrived at that moment and quickly subdued the killer.

Lynn panted, wiping the blood from his face, and looked down at the killer, saying coldly, "Tell me, who hired you?"

The killer clenched his jaw and remained silent, but a flicker of wavering showed in his eyes.

Lynn grabbed his collar, his tone icy: "It doesn't matter if you don't say.

I already know it's Coleman.

I will make him realize that every step he takes is merely digging his own grave."

The killer's face finally changed, and he muttered, "You won... it was him, indeed.

He paid a high price to make you disappear forever."

Lynn released him and signaled the Agents to take the killer away.

Watching the dangerous aura gradually dissipate in the night sky, his gaze became even more resolute.

"Coleman, you've exhausted your trump cards," Lynnmurmured, "Now it's your turn to pay the price."

The next day.

Lynn stood in the courthouse corridor, his gaze sternly fixed on the distance.

Coleman was accused of hiring a killer, a charge that could temporarily deprive him of his freedom, but Lynnknew this was only the first step.

The opposing legal team would certainly not let Colemanstay in prison for long.

Inside the courtroom, Coleman's legal team had already begun to act.

Their chief lawyer, Philip Blake, a defense attorney known for his toughness and efficiency, was filing a bail application with the judge.

"My Lord Judge," Philip said in his usual calm and unhurried tone, "My client, Alan Coleman, is a well-known entrepreneur in this city.

He has a fixed residence and stable social ties, so there is no risk of flight.

Furthermore, the accusations against him lack direct evidence, and the testimony of a single suspect is insufficient to prove his guilt."

Lynn sat in the spectator's gallery, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the judge's expression.

He knew that this struggle was not just a legal contest but also a game of resources and power.

The prosecutor rose to object: "My Lord Judge, we have clear evidence that the defendant, Alan Coleman, instigated a Mutant to kill FBI Agent Lin En Stacey.

This is not only a challenge to the law but also a serious threat to public safety.

We strongly request that bail be denied to ensure the defendant cannot continue to threaten the safety of others."

Philip sneered and retorted sharply: "The so-called 'clear evidence' is nothing more than the unilateral confession of a professional killer, with no written or financial transaction evidence to support it.

The prosecution's charges are clearly insufficient to stand."

Lynn couldn't sit still.

He rose and walked towards the prosecutor, saying in a low voice, "Request an extension of the detention period, and at the same time, apply for an emergency review of Coleman's assets and communication records.

We need time to uncover more evidence."

The prosecutor nodded and quickly submitted the request to the judge: "To further investigate and confirm the substance of the case, we request the court to approve an extension of the detention period and also allow an emergency review of the defendant's assets and communication records."

The judge struck the gavel, temporarily denying Coleman's bail application and approving the prosecution's investigation request.

After the hearing, Coleman was taken back to the detention room, while his legal team gathered to plot their next move.

Lynn watched all of this, knowing in his heart that this battle was far from over.

Back at the FBI branch, Lynn immediately called his team together to plan the next steps.

He pointed at the investigation checklist on the screen and said, "Now, Coleman is temporarily detained, but his legal team won't give up easily.

We must find conclusive evidence as quickly as possible to completely lock down his crimes."

Mark asked, "Where do we start?

His assets, communication records, or his subordinates?"

Lynn said firmly, "All three simultaneously.

His assets and communication records might expose more transactions and directives, and his subordinates, especially those who just surrendered, their testimonies are also very important.

The more pressure they feel, the more likely they are to reveal more."

The team quickly sprang into action, and Lynn personally participated in the interrogation of Coleman's subordinates.

He entered the interrogation room, his gaze cold as he swept over the man at the table: "You have two choices: continue to remain silent, or tell us the whole truth and get a chance at leniency."

The subordinate was clearly wavering.

He said in a low voice, "Okay... I can talk.

But you must guarantee that I won't be retaliated against by Coleman's people."

Lynn nodded: "You assist us, and we guarantee your safety.

Now, start talking."

Meanwhile, the technical team was also deeply analyzing Coleman's communication records.

A deeply hidden encrypted message was finally decoded, revealing that Coleman indeed had direct contact with the Mutant killer, and it also mentioned some hidden accounts and transaction records.

When this information was laid before Lynn, he took a deep breath and said coldly, "These are the chains from which he cannot escape."

Lynn barely rested, poring over the mountain of documents in his office.

He knew that while Coleman was still detained, it was the most crucial time.

Once he was released on bail, hidden evidence might be destroyed, and those willing to testify might be threatened.

Mark walked in with two cups of coffee, placing one on Lynn's desk: "Detective, you haven't slept in two days.

While we all know time is short, you need to stay alert."

Lynn took the coffee, took a sip, and said, "I don't have time to think about that.

Coleman's criminal network is too deeply hidden.

If we can't find substantial evidence during this time, his legal team will do everything they can to get him out."

Mark nodded and handed Lynn a report he was holding: "This is what the technical team just put together.

They found the flow of funds for several key accounts, and these accounts' fund movements are directly linked to several well-known companies."

Lynn took the report and read it carefully.

His gaze quickly settled on a set of numbers, and he frowned slightly: "The flow of these funds isn't right.

They passed through multiple offshore accounts, appearing to be legitimate investments, but the final destination of the funds is a shell company."

Mark interjected, "What's more interesting is that this company has a purchase contract under its name, directly linked to one of Coleman's subsidiaries.

On the surface, it looks like a normal business transaction, but in reality, it's a money laundering operation."

Lynn sneered: "Coleman truly is an old fox, using so many layers to hide his source of funds.

But he forgot one thing: no matter how funds circulate, they will ultimately leave a trace."

Chapter 253 Coleman is using you

He stood up, clutching the report in his hand: "Contact the financial analysis team and focus on investigating all transaction records of this shell company, especially the contract involving Coleman. If we can find a direct financial trail, this will be overwhelming evidence."

A few hours later, news came from the financial analysis team. Through the shell company's account records, they found an unusual transfer from Coleman's subsidiary. The amount of money was huge and was quickly split and transferred to multiple private accounts, one of which was held by Coleman's personal assistant.

After organizing this evidence, Lynn reconvened his team: "We can now confirm that Coleman's subsidiary laundered money through the shell company, and these funds ultimately flowed back into his private network. This is irrefutable proof of his involvement in money laundering."

Mark said excitedly: "Detective, his legal team's sophistry is useless now. These records are clear and point directly to Coleman."

Lynn nodded, his eyes cold: "Immediately contact the prosecutor, submit this evidence to the court, and simultaneously apply to freeze all of Coleman's related accounts and assets. We need to prevent him from controlling his network any further."

At the same time, Lynn personally led a team to raid the registered address of the shell company. Although the company was already unmanned, they still found some contracts and documents in the office. Among these documents, there was even a directly signed agreement with Coleman's name prominently printed on it.

Back at the bureau, Lynn organized all the evidence into a complete chain and handed it over to the prosecutor. After reading it, the prosecutor said confidently: "Lynn, this evidence is enough to convict Coleman. No matter how strong his legal team is, he won't escape this time."

Lynn nodded, a hint of weariness yet determined light in his eyes: "This is just the beginning. There are still many parts of Coleman's network we haven't discovered, but as long as we tear open this crack, his entire empire will collapse."

A few hours later, Coleman received news in the detention room that his accounts had been frozen and his subsidiary's money laundering operations exposed. His face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed the newspaper in his hand to the ground, gritting his teeth and muttering: "Lynn, you won once, but you haven't completely crushed me."

However, Coleman knew very well that he had reached a dead end. Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief as the case gradually progressed.

In the visiting room of the detention center, Coleman's face was terrifyingly grim. He sat at the table, his arms crossed, his eyes like daggers fixed on the legal team opposite him. The three lawyers opposite, though impeccably dressed, seemed somewhat nervous at the moment, as if sensing Coleman's fury.

"What is going on?" Coleman asked in a low voice, suppressing his anger, "I spent so much money hiring you, only to be trapped in this godforsaken place?"

Philip Blake, Coleman's chief lawyer, braced himself and replied: "Mr. Coleman, we have done our best to respond. But the evidence in Lynn's hands is too direct, especially the records of the fund flow; the chain is complete and difficult to refute."

Coleman slammed the table, his voice echoing in the small room: "Difficult to refute? Did I hire you to listen to this nonsense? I don't care what evidence Lynn has, your job is to find a way to invalidate all of it!"

Philip explained in a low voice: "We have already raised doubts in court, such as whether the fund chain was manipulated by a third party, and the legality of obtaining the evidence. But the judge is currently unlikely to fully accept our arguments."

Coleman gritted his teeth and said: "Impossible? You useless people who only make excuses! I don't want to hear this! I want solutions!"

A young lawyer sitting next to Philip tentatively spoke: "Mr. Coleman, actually, we could consider another path, such as negotiating with the prosecution to reduce the severity of the charges…"

"Shut up!" Coleman suddenly turned to the young lawyer, his voice low and full of anger, "Negotiate? Reduce charges? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would bow down? If I plead guilty, Lynn wins! And I will lose everything!"

Philip tried to appease Coleman: "Mr. Coleman, please calm down. Our current focus is to secure bail; as long as you can leave here, we will have more opportunities to reverse the situation."

"Bail?" Coleman sneered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes like venomous snakes, "Look for yourselves, is that even possible? Lynn froze my accounts, destroyed my network, and now he can even get the judge to deny bail. How am I supposed to get out of here?"

Philip lowered his head, his face embarrassed: "We will do our best to submit a new application from a technical perspective, questioning the necessity of detention. But it will take some time."

Coleman's eyes turned cold, his voice low: "Time? Lynn is using every minute to destroy my empire, and you tell me you need time? You'd better remember, the money I pay you isn't for you to waste. If I'm still here at the next hearing, I guarantee you, none of you will ever get another major client."

Philip looked up, forcing a professional smile: "Understood, Mr. Coleman, we will do our utmost."

Coleman waved his hand, his tone full of impatience: "Get out, don't waste my time anymore. Give me a solution, no matter what method you use."

The three lawyers stood up and left, their faces not looking good as they walked out of the detention room. Philip sighed and whispered to his companions: "We are working with a madman who cannot afford to lose; this time, I'm afraid we'll all go down with him."

Inside the detention room, Coleman leaned back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He muttered to himself: "Lynn, you think you can win like this? I always find a way to turn the tables, and one day, you will pay for your stupidity."

The next day.

Lynn sat in his office, the report in his hand slammed heavily onto the table. His face was ashen, his fists clenched white, and a suffocating anger permeated the entire room. A call from his superior just now had pushed his fury to its limit.

"Lynn," Mark cautiously pushed open the door and entered, "I heard that Coleman's lawyer found someone to take the blame, and that so-called'scapegoat' has already signed a confession agreement, taking on all the money laundering and illegal transaction charges."

Lynn took a deep breath, his voice as cold as ice: "A scapegoat? They certainly played their cards well."

Mark handed over a document: "This person is John Hall, originally a minor figure under Coleman. He admitted to orchestrating all the money laundering operations and even forged some evidence to prove Coleman was completely unaware. The superiors have already ordered us to release him as soon as possible."

Lynn suddenly stood up, his voice full of anger: "Release him? Mark, do you know what this means? This means Coleman has once again escaped through a loophole in the law, and the evidence we painstakingly found has been silently erased!"

Mark frowned and said: "I know you're very unwilling, but the superiors' attitude is clear. They don't want to blow things up, and Coleman's legal team has clearly exerted enough pressure."

Lynn slammed the table fiercely, his tone filled with cold sarcasm: "Blow things up? Isn't it just fear of touching those hidden interest chains behind the scenes? These people, to protect themselves, can treat the law as a game to manipulate at will, while we, the law enforcers, become a joke!"

Mark looked at Lynn's anger, hesitated, and said: "Detective, this is indeed tricky, but we cannot give up. Perhaps we can continue the investigation from another direction; as long as we catch more criminal evidence against Coleman, he will eventually expose himself."

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart. He knew Mark was right, but the humiliation at hand made him unable to calm down.

A few hours later, Lynn stood at the door of the detention room, watching Coleman, who was about to be released. Coleman had changed into a sharp suit, a sneering smile on his lips, and that victorious posture made Lynn's fists almost tremble.

"Detective Lynn," Coleman approached him, his tone flippant, "You tried your best, but unfortunately, you still couldn't catch me."

Lynn's gaze was as sharp as a knife, coldly staring at Coleman: "Don't get too complacent too soon. You can escape for a while, but not forever. I will keep an eye on you until the day your true crimes are exposed."

Coleman chuckled softly and whispered: "Then I wish you good luck, Detective. However, I must remind you, the rules of this World are not as simple as you think."

Lynn said nothing more, only watching Coleman escorted out of the detention room by his lawyers. As he turned, a flicker of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Mark," he walked back to his office, his voice firm, "Reorganize all the clues, dig into his businesses, subordinates, and financial flows from all angles. I want him to know that the law may be late, but justice is never absent."

Lynn sat in his office, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He did not back down because of Coleman's release, but instead decided to start with the scapegoat. He firmly believed that no one chose to sacrifice themselves without reason, and John Hall was no exception.

The screen displayed John's personal file: thirty-eight years old, no wife or children, with a mother in her seventies in a nursing home. The file mentioned that John's mother suffered from severe kidney disease, requiring regular dialysis treatment, and the medical expenses were high.

"Something is wrong here," Lynn murmured, then checked the nursing home records. He quickly discovered that a week ago, John's mother had suddenly paid a huge medical bill, not only clearing past debts but also prepaying for upcoming treatments.

"Where did this money come from?" Lynn stared at the records, his gaze becoming sharper.

He dialed Mark's number: "Mark, check John Hall's mother's accounts, especially the financial movements within the last week. I need to know the source of that money."

A few hours later, Mark arrived at Lynn's office with the results. He handed a document to Lynn, his tone slightly angry: "Detective, John's mother's medical expenses were paid from an offshore account, and this account has a direct connection to Coleman's subsidiary."

Lynn looked at the document, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes: "As expected. Coleman used this method to control John, making him willingly take on all the charges."

Mark nodded, adding: "Moreover, from John's recent call records, he contacted his mother several times, clearly very worried about her condition. His motive is very clear: to save his mother."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said: "Contact the nursing home to confirm John's mother's condition and the specific payment details of this expense. At the same time, we need to find a breakthrough to get John's direct confession. If we can prove he was forced to be a scapegoat, Coleman's plan will completely collapse."

A few hours later, Lynn personally went to the nursing home and met with the person in charge. Through the conversation, Lynn confirmed that John's mother was indeed critically ill, and that the money was indeed paid within a day of John's arrest.

"Detective," the nursing home director whispered, "Mr. John has done a lot for his mother; he visits almost every week. We were also surprised that he suddenly had the ability to pay all the expenses, but he seemed very relieved, as if he had fulfilled some wish."

Lynn nodded. After leaving the nursing home, his mood became even heavier. Back at the bureau, he called an emergency meeting and summarized all the clues.

"John's actions were not voluntary; he was used by Coleman to save his mother," Lynn looked at his team, his gaze firm, "We cannot let such despicable behavior succeed. Next, we need to find John and make him realize that his sacrifice cannot truly protect his mother, but instead allows Coleman to continue escaping legal punishment."

Mark asked: "Detective, will John cooperate? He has clearly prepared for sacrifice."

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "We need to make him understand that Coleman only sees him as a tool. Once he loses his usefulness, even his mother will be abandoned. If he truly cares about his family, he must come forward and expose the truth."

Mark nodded, then began to arrange the relevant actions. And in Lynn's heart, a silent anger surged.

Lynn sat in the interrogation room, his gaze calmly fixed on John Hall opposite him. John's face showed a hint of fatigue, but his eyes revealed a stubborn determination. His wrists were handcuffed, but he sat upright, showing no signs of backing down.

"John, I know you did this to save your mother," Lynnbegan, his voice low but sincere, "Her condition is indeed very serious, and I understand your desire to protect her. But you must understand, Coleman is using you."

John looked up, a hint of indifference in his eyes: "I don't know what you're talking about. I have already admitted to all the crimes, and you have my confession. Now, I just want to end this matter as soon as possible."

Chapter 254: Trying to Save the Situation

Lynn frowned slightly, but still patiently said, "The content of your confession, we have verified, and there are many loopholes. You don't even know some transaction details, because those were not handled by you at all. These were all arranged by Coleman; he just let you take the blame."

John looked down at the table and did not respond.

Lynn sighed, his tone softening, "John, I understand your situation. Your mother is your only family, and you are willing to do anything for her; there's nothing wrong with that. But have you ever thought, once you are convicted, what will happen to her? Coleman is only temporarily solving her medical problems with money; he won't truly care about her future."

John's fingers trembled slightly, but quickly returned to calm: "I know all this. But at least for now, she's getting the treatment she needs. I've made my choice."

Lynn looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Do you think your choice is right? Colemancontinues to run free; he will exploit others and continue to expand his criminal network. And you, sacrificing yourself, let the true villain escape justice."

John looked up, his gaze firm: "Detective Lynn, I am not you. I don't have your ability to change the World. I'm just an ordinary person; I can only protect the people I care about. As for the rest, I can't control it."

Lynn was silent for a moment. He looked at the fatigue and despair on John's face and knew that continuing to talk would not change his mind. John was prepared for sacrifice; his World had only one goal, and that was his mother's survival.

"Alright, John." Lynn stood up, a complex emotion in his voice, "I won't force you to make a decision, but I hope you remember that your mother needs more than just temporary medical help; she needs a truly free son. And Coleman, the man who ruined your life, is not worth you bearing any consequences for him."

John lowered his head and did not respond.

Lynn took one last look at him, then turned and left the interrogation room. As he walked out the door, a tired expression was on his face. Mark was waiting outside and asked when he saw Lynn come out, "How was it? Did he give in?"

Lynn shook his head, his voice low: "No. He's made up his mind."

Mark sighed: "Then what do we do next?"

Lynn said with a deep gaze: "Continue the investigation. From the people around John, Coleman's network, find more evidence. John may be temporarily bound by Coleman's money and emotions, but as long as we tear open this disguised net, he will see the truth sooner or later."

Mark nodded: "Understood, Detective. We won't give up."

Lynn looked into the distance, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Lynn sat in his office late at night, the computer screen in front of him glowing with detailed information about Coleman's latest real estate project. He hadn't closed his eyes for hours, but the fatigue did not diminish his focus.

This project was a high-end residential development that Coleman had recently taken over, located on a valuable piece of land in the city center. Lynn discovered from public transaction records that the source of funds for this land purchase was unknown; it appeared to have been bought entirely by a newly established investment company, but the background of this company raised many suspicions.

"Mark," Lynn pressed the communicator, a hint of excitement in his voice, "Come here immediately; I've found something important."

A few minutes later, Mark pushed open the door, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked at Lynn's expression, knowing that the Detective had found another important clue: "What's the situation?"

Lynn pointed at the content on the screen: "This real estate project is Coleman's first large transaction after his release. Have you noticed this investment company?"

Mark leaned in to examine it: "'Berlin Capital Management Company,' established three months ago, registered in a tax haven. So, this company is Coleman's money laundering tool?"

"Very likely." Lynn nodded, "More importantly, there's been a huge inflow of funds into this company's account recently, used to pay for this land. I checked the source of these funds and found that the money flow was dispersed into multiple small accounts, then ultimately concentrated in Berlin Capital's account through complex transactions."

Mark frowned: "Sounds like a classic money laundering technique."

"Exactly." Lynn's eyes were sharp, "And I also found something else. Among these small accounts, one account's registrant is Coleman's distant relative, which indicates that he is operating these accounts behind the scenes."

Mark pondered for a moment and asked, "What do we do next? This clue is enough to prove his involvement in illegal fund flows, but we still need more specific evidence to trace the true source of these funds."

Lynn opened a document and pointed to the data on it, saying, "The banking system involved in this transaction has records; we need to apply for detailed transfer records of these accounts and also find the actual person in charge of Berlin Capital. If we can prove that this company is controlled by Coleman, we can nail down his charges."

Mark nodded: "Understood, I'll contact the relevant departments immediately to request the records."

Hours later, the financial analysis team reported back that they had obtained some account transaction records from the bank and found some unusual activities.

"Detective," a financial analyst pushed open the door and handed Lynn a printed document, "Several fund movements in these accounts are related to a well-known charity foundation. But strangely, these funds did not enter the foundation's main account, but rather a private account."

Lynn looked at the document, a cold smile flashing in his eyes: "A charity foundation? Coleman really knows how to play. This kind of facade is best for confusing sight, but also easiest to expose."

He closed the document and said firmly, "Immediately contact the head of this foundation and investigate the whereabouts of these funds. Coleman is clearly trying to cover up his illegal income this way, but we have already begun to tear apart his disguise."

At the same time, Lynn decided to personally lead a team to Berlin Capital's registered location to try and find more clues. He knew that the secret hidden behind this real estate transaction was likely the key to completely taking down Coleman.

"Mark, get everything ready," Lynn stood up and put on his coat, "This time, we must make sure Coleman has nowhere to run."

Lynn and his team quickly rushed to Berlin Capital's registered address. It was an unremarkable office building on a busy street in the city center. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary commercial building, with no signs at the entrance. Lynn's heart was alert; such places are usually the preferred disguise for shell companies.

"Detective, this place doesn't look like a real office." Markstood aside and whispered, "It's likely just a registered address."

Lynn nodded, then signaled the team to begin the search. They entered the building and found Berlin Capital's registered floor, only to discover that the entire floor had just one small office, with a simple nameplate on the door that read "Berlin Capital Management Company."

The door was gently pushed open; the office was empty, with only a few simple desks and chairs and a dusty filing cabinet. Lynn's gaze quickly swept across the room. He directed the technicians to check the computers and filing cabinet, while he personally flipped through a few documents on the desk.

"This is indeed a shell." Mark walked over to Lynn and whispered, "There are no signs of any substantive operations."

"Don't rush." Lynn continued to search and soon found a stack of documents in a hidden compartment of the filing cabinet. He quickly flipped through them, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"These are their financial records." Lynn whispered, "Although they look ordinary on the surface, several large transfers among them completely match the fund flows we are tracing."

"Detective!" The technician's voice came from the other side of the room, "There's a computer here, but it looks like it's been wiped. We might need some time to recover the data."

Lynn walked over and looked at the old computer, frowning slightly: "Do your best to recover the data; this computer likely stored the connection between Colemanand this company."

A few hours later, the technicians successfully recovered some hard drive data and found some hidden emails and documents.

"Detective, we've found some key documents." The technician handed Lynn a printout of email records, "These emails show that Berlin Capital's fund movements were subject to direct instructions, and the anonymous account used by the sender, after technical tracing, points to Coleman's private communication device."

Lynn looked at these documents, a cold smile on his face: "This is interesting now. He used an anonymous account to try to hide his relationship with this company, but he didn't expect us to dig it out."

Mark looked at the email records and asked, "Is this enough to convict him?"

"Not enough yet." Lynn put away the documents, his tone calm, "We need more evidence, especially detailed transaction records of those private accounts. If we can prove that these funds originated from illegal channels and ultimately flowed into Coleman's real estate project, then he's completely finished."

Lynn immediately contacted the financial analysis team, asking them to further trace these accounts, while also personally reviewing the fund flows of the foundation. A few hours later, the team reported new findings.

"Detective," an analyst said excitedly, "We found that Coleman dispersed funds through the foundation's private account into multiple sub-accounts, one of which directly paid for the initial investment of the real estate project. These records are very clear, enough to prove that his source of funds is illegal."

Lynn looked at these records, his eyes flashing with determination: "Very good, this is the ironclad evidence we need. Immediately compile all the materials and submit them to the prosecutor. Coleman's game has reached its end."

A few days later, Lynn and his team once again walked into the detention center. This time, he held evidence that would leave Coleman with nowhere to escape. When Coleman saw Lynn again, the cold sneer on his face could barely hide his nervousness.

"Coleman, this time, your empire is truly going to collapse." Lynn said coldly, throwing the documents in his hand onto the table, "This evidence not only proves you are money laundering but also involves multiple illegal transactions. Now what do you have to say?"

Coleman looked at the documents, his face gradually darkening, but he still feigned composure: "DetectiveLynn, I admit you are very capable, but there are no eternal winners in this World. Do you think these things can bring me down?"

Lynn looked him directly in the eye, his tone firm: "No, this is not what I think, but the fact you must face. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. And you, Coleman, no longer have a chance."

The next morning, as Lynn had just walked into his office, he saw his superior, Charles Harrison, standing by the window, his expression seemingly calm, but with a subtle hint of unease. Lynn placed the documents in his hand on the table and looked at Harrison with a stern gaze: "Director, you're here so early; I doubt it's just to cheer me on, is it?"

Harrison turned around, forcing a smile, his tone deliberately relaxed: "Lynn, I came to talk to you about Coleman's case."

Lynn gave a cold smile, sat in his chair, leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped on the table: "Talk about what? To make me give up?"

Harrison sighed, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion: "Lynn, you are an excellent Detective, but you have to understand that some things cannot be decided by simple right or wrong. Coleman's network is too large, and the chain of interests involved is too broad; once fully exposed, it could trigger many uncontrollable consequences."

Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold. He stood up, hands braced on the table, and looked directly at Harrison: "Uncontrollable consequences? Director, that sounds less like concern for justice and more like fear of touching certain people's interests."

Harrison felt uncomfortable under Lynn's gaze, his voice slightly raised: "Lynn, this isn't a problem you can solve alone. I'm protecting you, and I'm protecting this bureau. Coleman's background is complex, and his legal team is already putting pressure; we can't let things escalate further."

Lynn didn't move, just looked at him coldly, his gaze as sharp as a blade. After a moment, his voice was low and firm: "Director, I never care about the complexity of a case, nor how many people put pressure. I only care about one thing—justice. This is my duty, and it's my bottom line. If someone tries to make me give up, I will consider him to be of the same kind as Coleman."

Harrison's face became difficult to read. He tried to salvage the situation: "Lynn, I'm not threatening you, just giving you some advice—"

"Advise me to betray my duty?" Lynn interrupted him, his voice filled with icy anger, "Director, I respect you, but if you're here as Coleman's advocate, then I suggest you leave immediately. I will not compromise, and I will not stop."

Harrison felt guilty under Lynn's gaze. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally, he sighed and raised his hands: "Alright, Lynn, I admit, I did say too much. However, I still remind you, be careful."