Chapter 1166 - Ch: 261-266

Chapter 261 The Tip of the Iceberg

John nodded in agreement, "Detective is right, we need more intelligence to ensure precise action."

Lynn stood up, his gaze resolute, "We'll send a reconnaissance team first to confirm if this location is related to the 'Mainline Experiment,' and at the same time, continue decrypting these records. Time is tight, but we must ensure every step is effective."

Erik was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, "Alright, we'll go with your plan."

Soon after.

As the technician was concentrating on decrypting the experimental data, the screen suddenly flickered, and a string of red warning messages quickly popped up.

"Remote attack! They're trying to track our equipment!" the technician exclaimed, frantically typing commands to try and prevent the intrusion.

Lynn immediately walked to his side, his gaze darkening, "Are they trying to destroy the data or track our location?"

"It's more like they want to track our decryption equipment, and at the same time, try to damage the storage module!" The technician's forehead was sweating as he quickly operated, "Their technical level is very high, I need time to respond."

"We'll buy you time," Lynn said calmly, quickly pulling out his communicator and ordering the other technical teams, "All terminals immediately cut off external network connections and blockade the internal network. Don't let them find a breakthrough."

Erik walked over at this point, looking at the constantly refreshing code on the screen, a hint of tension in his voice, "They've already entered the outer system. If we don't stop them, the core data will be completely erased."

Lynn thought for a moment, then said to the technician, "Guide the attack to a virtual node, disguised as the host location we are currently decrypting."

The technician quickly nodded and, following the instructions, built a false data node in the system. A few seconds later, the source of the warning messages began to shift, and some of the attacks concentrated on this virtual node.

"Successfully guided some of the attacks!" The technician breathed a sigh of relief, but then added, "But another part of the attack is still focused on the core files of the storage module. They seem to have guessed that we are decrypting."

Erik frowned, "Then we can't let them continue. Give me permission, I'll directly block the storage module's output channel."

"You can't block it directly," Lynn firmly stopped him, "If the storage module is completely disconnected, the other party might trigger a self-destruct program, and our data would be completely lost."

Erik glared at him, "Then what's your plan?"

Lynn pondered for a moment, then quickly said, "We'll reverse-track their signal source, while using real-time backups to protect the data's integrity. As long as we can confirm their location, we can counterattack."

The technician immediately started operating, setting up a backup channel and simultaneously initiating the reverse-tracking program. The code on the screen scrolled rapidly, and a few seconds later, a blurry IP address appeared on the monitor.

"This is the opponent's signal source!" the technician said excitedly, "They're well hidden, but we've tracked them to a rough location, it's somewhere on the East Coast."

Erik sneered, "We found them. Now, directly lock on and counterattack their system!"

"Not so fast," Lynn stopped him, "The opponent with this kind of technology wouldn't have only one signal source. Their main control system must be hidden deeper. Continue tracking, don't expose that we've found their location."

The technician nodded and continued operating, while Lynn stood by, always maintaining vigilance.

A few minutes later, the attack gradually weakened; the opponent seemed to realize they couldn't completely destroy the data and began to withdraw their signal. The screen returned to normal, and the technician let out a long breath: "The attack has temporarily ended, and the core data is preserved intact."

Lynn nodded, looking at Erik, "This time we protected the data, but the opponent clearly knows what we're doing. Every subsequent action we take, they will be doubly prepared."

Erik clenched his fist, "We can't always be on the defensive either. Since we've tracked their approximate location, we need to be one step faster than them."

Lynn's gaze was firm, "Exactly. But we need more detailed intelligence. This decryption proves that our direction is correct; now it's just a matter of time."

Time gradually passed.

The technician continued to decrypt the experimental data, and more fragments of information gradually appeared on the screen. In an encrypted file, a name appeared: William Coleman.

Lynn stood behind the technician, his gaze fixed, "William Coleman... that name sounds familiar. Who is he?"

The technician quickly searched the internal database and pulled up Coleman's file. The screen displayed a photo of a middle-aged man, accompanied by a long list of his resume and notes.

"William Coleman," the technician explained, "is a top bioengineer specializing in gene editing technology. He has served as a senior researcher in multiple multinational research institutions and published many papers on gene manipulation. But five years ago, he suddenly disappeared from public view, reportedly due to an ethical controversy."

Erik flipped through the file, saying coldly, "I remember this guy. He was expelled from the industry back then for attempting to cross the ethical bottom line of genetics, and was even involved in several undisclosed illegal experiment cases."

"Then what?" Lynn asked.

The technician continued, "According to intelligence, after his research was suspended, he once disappeared without a trace. But now it seems he may have secretly joined this 'Enhanced Mutant Project' and become a core figure."

John leaned against the table, his brows furrowed, "That explains why these experimental data are so complex and advanced. Only a genius like Coleman could design this kind of technology."

"More importantly," Lynn added, "Coleman's disappearance was clearly planned. He might have been recruited by this organization long ago to push forward the implementation of the entire project."

The technician nodded, "The decrypted data also mentioned that his most recent confirmed location was likely a private laboratory somewhere on the East Coast."

Erik looked at Lynn, his voice full of tension, "If we can catch Coleman, we can find the core clues to the entire project."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said, "But he's not an ordinary target. His background and intelligence mean he will definitely have escape plans and backup options. We must plan our actions carefully."

The technician uploaded Coleman's possible whereabouts to the combat system and marked several suspected locations. "These places are all near the East Coast, the most likely being a deserted research facility. We can start there."

Erik nodded, "Alright, then let's prepare for an immediate raid."

Lynn raised his hand, gesturing for calm, "No rush. Their defense system is very tight, especially for a core figure like Coleman. We need to send a reconnaissance team first to confirm the intelligence and ensure they haven't set any traps."

Erik frowned reluctantly but still nodded in agreement, "Alright, but move fast. Every minute we delay, they might move."

Lynn looked at Coleman's photo on the screen, his eyes sharp, "Whatever his plan is, he won't get away this time."

Lynn and the headquarters team split up. He took an assistant back to the New York City center to investigate William Coleman's background. By reviewing a large number of old files and talking to informants, he gradually pieced together Coleman's activities after his disappearance.

Initially, Coleman's reputation in the industry plummeted due to multiple ethical controversies. Although his gene-editing technology was cutting-edge, it faced collective resistance due to experiments that crossed ethical lines. However, such prohibitions did not seem to stop Coleman. Through an informant familiar with the underground market, Lynn learned that after his disappearance, Coleman became active in black market gene trading.

"Coleman collaborated with several black market intermediaries using aliases," the informant said, handing Lynn a handwritten list with blurry transaction locations, "He provided special gene modification technology, and his clients included wealthy individuals, mercenary organizations, and even some small nations."

Lynn looked at the list, his eyes slightly cold, "These clients are willing to take huge risks to buy this technology; Coleman must have given them an offer they couldn't refuse. Are there any direct contact clues for him?"

The informant shook his head, "He's very careful and never shows up in person, but he has a few key contacts, one of whom is a New York business magnate, James Callahan. That name is well-known as a 'broker' in black market circles."

After noting down the name, Lynn continued to track Callahan's activities. Through bank transfer records and business transaction analysis, he discovered that Callahan had recently conducted large transactions with several gene research companies, even involving the purchase of a large amount of experimental equipment.

"The types of these equipment perfectly match the experimental apparatus we seized," Lynn told his assistant, "Callahan is likely one of Coleman's funding sources, and may even be involved in the project's operation."

Subsequently, Lynn began investigating Callahan's social circle and found that he had close ties with several business people. These individuals were all wealthy entrepreneurs, but they shared a commonality—they had invested in multiple biotechnology companies, several of which had also been suspected of involvement in illegal gene experiments.

"These people are not just investors," Lynn analyzed, "They might be the funders of the entire experimental project. Coleman needed a lot of funds and equipment to advance the experiments, and these people provided everything."

The assistant asked, "So, should we investigate Callahan directly?"

Lynn shook his head, "He won't open up easily; we need more evidence. Continue monitoring his transactions and communications to see if we can find any records of his direct contact with Coleman."

At the same time, Lynn reported the investigation results to headquarters. Erik frowned upon hearing this: "This means our enemy is not just a mad scientist, but a group of capitalists using wealth and resources to push dangerous experiments."

"Exactly," Lynn's voice was calm yet firm, "This is not just a scientific experiment, but an organized, planned conspiracy. Our goal is not just to catch Coleman, but to uproot the entire network."

Headquarters quickly integrated the intelligence and began formulating the next course of action.

The next day, Lynn led his team to another suspicious stronghold located in the suburbs of New York. It was an abandoned warehouse, seemingly calm on the outside, but the surrounding clutter and occasional low rumbling sounds sent shivers down one's spine.

"Everyone be careful," Lynn whispered to his team, raising his hand to signal them to spread out.

Upon entering the warehouse, a pungent odor immediately assailed them, like a mixture of some chemical substance and blood. Broken equipment and pipes lay scattered on the ground, and some areas were even scorched, as if a violent explosion had occurred.

"Detective, there's blood here." A team member pointed to a large patch of dark red stains in the corner, which extended deep into the warehouse.

Lynn gripped his weapon, leading the way cautiously. Soon, they discovered a startling sight at the other end of the warehouse—a Mutant curled up on the ground, emitting a faint glow, his skin covered with irregular cracks, as if he could collapse at any moment.

"Oh my God..." a team member whispered, "What happened to him?"

The Mutant was clearly in extreme pain, constantly growling, his body convulsing. The unstable magnetic field around him attracted surrounding metal objects, suspending them in the air, ready to become lethal weapons at any moment.

"He's a victim of the experiment," Lynn said in a deep voice, a hint of sorrow in his eyes, "Failed gene modification led to loss of control over his abilities, and he might even be unable to control his own consciousness."

Just then, the Mutant suddenly looked up, his eyes glowing eerily, and charged towards Lynn and the others. His abilities erupted, and metal fragments in the warehouse shot out like a storm.

"Take cover!" Lynn shouted, swiftly dodging a flying piece of iron, raising his gun and aiming at the Mutant, but not immediately firing.

"Don't kill him!" Lynn shouted to his team members, "He's a victim, not an enemy!"

Erik also arrived at the scene, saw this, and frowned, "He's completely irrational now; he must be subdued immediately, otherwise he'll cause greater harm."

Lynn nodded, agreeing to handle it non-lethally. He directed his team members to spread out, using surrounding obstacles and tools to cover themselves, attempting to approach the Mutant. At the same time, he quickly took out specialized inhibitor handcuffs, equipment specifically designed to control Mutantabilities.

After a chaotic chase, Lynn seized the opportunity, lunged at the Mutant, and snapped the inhibitor handcuffs onto his wrists. As the inhibitors activated, the Mutant's abilities gradually subsided. His body went limp, and he collapsed heavily onto the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with pain.

"Call the medical team quickly," Lynn said to his team members, while crouching down to check on the Mutant.

"How much longer can he last?" Erik asked.

"The situation is very bad," Lynn shook his head, "The side effects of the gene modification are destroying his body; he needs professional medical care and isolation."

The Mutant weakly lifted his head and mumbled, "Save... save me... they... will continue..."

Lynn held his hand, his voice firm, "We will stop them. This won't happen to anyone else."

The medical team quickly arrived, lifted the Mutant onto a stretcher, and transported him to the headquarters' medical center. Lynn looked at everything in the warehouse, his heart heavy. He knew that the scene before him was just the tip of the iceberg, and the truth hidden behind it might be even more cruel.

Erik walked to his side and whispered, "What you're seeing are their failed creations. And the successful ones might be even more dangerous than this."

Lynn nodded, his gaze stern, "Precisely because of this, we must find Coleman as soon as possible and completely put an end to this experiment."

Lynn went to the black market late at night. This was an underground trading area hidden in the city's shadows, dimly lit, with the air thick with dampness and the smell of tobacco. The crowd was a mixed bag, with various hushed conversations and transactions taking place quietly; no one paid a stranger much attention.

Chapter 262 The Investigation Team Begins Action

He pretended to be an ordinary buyer, slowly weaving through the crowd, looking for the undercover contact mentioned in his previous leads.

A few minutes later, he saw a thin man in a gray hat standing in a corner, seemingly waiting for someone.

Lynn walked over and whispered a pre-arranged code: "I heard there are deals here that can rewrite fate."

The man looked up, cautiously sized up Lynn, then nodded slightly: "What you want to know isn't something just anyone can buy.

You have to prove you're not trouble."

Lynn remained calm, pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, and handed it to the man: "Does this prove it?"

The man smiled, quickly tucked the money into his pocket, and gestured for Lynn to follow.

They went through several narrow alleys and arrived at a hidden Underground Room.

There were several people talking in low voices, and on the table were some precise equipment and documents.

"This is the latest hot item."

The man whispered, pointing to a list of equipment on a document, "Gene editing equipment, so high-end you can't imagine.

Someone recently bought a large quantity of these things and shipped them to a warehouse in Manhattan.

I heard those things are for a very important person."

Lynn frowned: "Who is operating this equipment?"

The man shrugged: "I don't know that level of information either.

But I can tell you, that batch of goods will be delivered to the warehouse tonight by an unmarked truck.

If you want to know more, you might have to go see for yourself."

Lynn nodded, memorizing the list on the document.

He knew the value of this equipment; it perfectly met Coleman's team's needs.

If they could intercept this batch of goods, it would not only stop their experiment progress but also find more clues about Coleman and his funders.

After leaving the Underground Room, Lynn immediately contacted the support team at headquarters and relayed the intelligence: "I've discovered a batch of gene editing equipment being secretly transported, with the destination being a warehouse in Manhattan.

I need the support team to assist in the interception."

Erik's voice came through the communicator: "You track the goods alone, and we'll act once we arrive.

Don't expose your identity."

Lynn responded and quickly melted into the black market crowd, following the unmarked truck's trajectory.

His careful tracking did not arouse suspicion, until late at night, the truck finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse.

Lynn observed from a distance, seeing several heavily armed bodyguards unloading boxes from the truck.

He used binoculars to confirm the markings on the boxes, and indeed, they were gene experiment equipment.

He said softly through the communicator: "Target confirmed, this batch of goods is related to the experiment.

There are armed personnel inside the warehouse, awaiting the support team's arrival."

"We're on our way, ten minutes out."

Erik's voice was firm, but with a hint of urgency.

Lynn continued to hide in the shadows, while quietly approaching the warehouse's outer fence, observing the surrounding defenses.

The support team quickly arrived at the warehouse under the cover of night.

Lynn gestured for everyone to remain quiet, directing the team members to surround the building.

He said softly through the communicator: "Target confirmed.

We will act in three groups: the first group will be responsible for a frontal assault, the second group will cut off the enemy's retreat from the side door, and the third group will search and secure the goods."

Erik responded in a low voice from the other end: "Understood, everyone prepare."

With Lynn's gesture, the raid began.

The Agents quickly broke through the door, and the warehouse was in chaos; several armed personnel reacted hastily, raising their guns to return Fire, but under the team's well-trained coordination, they were quickly subdued.

"Clear the target area!"

Lynn commanded while leading his group deeper into the warehouse's core area.

They found a row of neatly stacked equipment boxes, each with clear markings, which were the core equipment needed for gene experiments.

"This is what we came for."

Erik walked over from the side, checked the box markings, and nodded, "The value of this equipment is enough to advance their experiment for several years.

Today is a big victory."

Lynn frowned, looking around, feeling that something wasn't quite right.

He suddenly noticed a fleeting red light in the corner of the wall, and his heart tightened: "Everyone stop!

There are explosives here!"

The entire warehouse instantly fell silent.

The technical team quickly arrived and used instruments to examine the flickering red light, indeed discovering a series of linked bombs, and the countdown on the bombs had already begun.

"Not much time left," the technician said anxiously, "These bombs are connected to the goods; as soon as we try to move the equipment, it will trigger an explosion."

Lynn looked at the bombs, then at the uneasy team members, his voice calm and decisive: "First group, secure the equipment, stay away from the bomb area.

Second group, cordon off the scene to prevent any suspicious personnel from returning.

Technical team, prioritize attempting to disarm the bombs.

If time runs out, we must all evacuate."

Erik frowned: "If we don't take this equipment, they might still get these things back."

"I know," Lynn said, his gaze firm, "but protecting lives is the priority.

If there's a risk, we must abandon the equipment."

The technical team acted quickly, but the bombs were complex and precisely designed, with each disarmament step requiring time.

Lynn constantly monitored the time through the communicator while observing the team members' status.

"Five more minutes."

The technician's voice was low, but full of pressure.

Lynn looked at his team members and said, word for word: "Everyone prepare to evacuate.

Take any experiment records and documents that can be quickly moved; don't risk anything else."

The team members quickly began to act, putting several experiment records and some portable equipment into their backpacks.

Erik gnashed his teeth, looking at the equipment that couldn't be moved, appearing extremely unwilling, but still obeyed Lynn's order.

"Time's up!"

Lynn commanded loudly, "Everyone evacuate, now!"

The Agents quickly withdrew from the warehouse, and as soon as they reached a safe distance, a deafening explosion came from behind them.

The warehouse windows were shattered by the Impact, and Fire soared into the sky; all the equipment and materials instantly turned to ash.

Lynn turned to look at the exploding warehouse, his face devoid of any expression, but the disappointment in his heart was hard to hide.

He knew that although they had obtained some experiment records, they still hadn't completely stopped Coleman's plan.

"This is their tactic," Lynn said softly, "they'd rather destroy it than let us have it.

This battle has just begun."

Erik patted Lynn's shoulder, his tone containing a hint of dissatisfaction and a hint of respect: "You made the right decision.

Our people are safe, and that's what matters most."

The next morning, Lynn received an unsettling message.

His black market informant had suddenly lost contact.

This informant had always been an important source of intelligence for Lynn in tracking the Experiment Organization, and his disappearance clearly hid a dangerous signal.

"Detective," Erik walked into the office with a frown, handing Lynn a report, "I just received news that the informant's last activity record showed he stayed near a remote warehouse for a long time, and then he completely disappeared."

Lynn flipped through the report, his gaze gradually becoming stern: "He's clearly been captured.

He knows too much about the Experiment Organization; if he falls into their hands, he might not even keep his life."

Erik nodded: "We've already sent people to investigate that warehouse, but it seems to be heavily armed and difficult to approach."

Lynn closed the report and said in a deep voice: "This indicates it's a key location.

We can't give up on him; we must find a way to rescue him."

Erik shrugged: "This won't be an easy task.

They are clearly on defense; a direct assault would only lead to greater casualties."

Lynn pondered for a moment, a flicker of determination in his eyes: "We won't directly assault.

I need to infiltrate disguised, find the informant's exact location, and then formulate a precise rescue plan."

Erik was slightly stunned, then showed a complex smile: "You like taking risks, don't you?

Alright, I'll arrange for an outer support team, but if you infiltrate alone, the risk is very high."

"Risk is unavoidable."

Lynn stood up and began to organize his equipment, "But this is our only chance."

That night, Lynn disguised himself as an ordinary underground buyer and approached the target warehouse alone.

He approached cautiously and inconspicuously, taking in the defensive arrangements around the warehouse.

The armed forces here were clearly more numerous than at previous strongholds, and there were even some suspected enhanced Mutants on guard.

After entering the warehouse, Lynn used the dim light and his agile movements to weave through complex equipment and obstacles.

Erik's low voice came through his earpiece: "Be careful, Detective, there are not only ordinary guards here, but also an unknown energy barrier.

Don't touch any abnormal devices."

Lynn nodded in response and continued deeper.

His gaze swept around, and he finally found the captive informant in a compartment.

The informant's hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and his face was covered in bruises, clearly having suffered severe torture.

"Hold on, I'm here to save you."

Lynn whispered, quickly approaching.

The informant struggled to lift his head, a mix of surprise and fear in his eyes: "Detective, be careful… they're nearby… and enhanced Mutants…"

"I know, but we'll get out together."

Lynn quickly used the tools he carried to break the chains and helped the informant up.

Just then, the warehouse alarm suddenly blared.

Clearly, Lynn's actions had been discovered.

Urgent footsteps echoed from all directions, and armed guards and Mutants quickly surrounded them.

"Run!"

Lynn, supporting the informant, quickly looked for the nearest exit.

He used cover and precise shooting to evade enemy attacks, while calling for support through the communicator: "Erik, we need support!

There are enemies inside the warehouse, target rescued!"

"Understood, team is on the way!"

Erik's voice was firm and fast.

Lynn and the informant eventually met up with the support team in the open area outside the warehouse, and with powerful suppressing Fire, they successfully repelled the pursuing enemies and retreated to a safe zone.

Upon returning to headquarters, the informant was immediately sent to the medical center for treatment.

Before parting, he grabbed Lynn's hand, his voice weak but full of gratitude: "Detective, thank you… If it weren't for you, I might never have gotten out of there."

Lynn patted his shoulder, his tone resolute: "Your intelligence has saved many lives; I'm just trying to give you justice."

A few days later, the recovered informant voluntarily sought out Lynn.

He sat in an interrogation room at headquarters, and although he still had some scars, his eyes had regained some firmness.

He handed Lynn a small notebook and whispered: "Detective, this is a list I risked collecting.

They are the main funders of the experiment project and the financiers behind the black market gene trade."

Lynn took the notebook and opened it, revealing detailed records of names, company names, and fund flows.

Every name was influential in the business world, including well-known real estate developers, founders of tech companies, and even managers of charitable foundations.

"These people are all top figures in New York's business community."

The informant continued, "They funnel funds into the Experiment Organization through complex money laundering channels, ostensibly to 'support medical research,' but in reality, they are funding gene editing and Mutant experiments."

Lynn's brows furrowed, and as he flipped through the records, his gaze lingered on one name: "James Callahan… I've heard that name more than once.

What role does he play among these people?"

The informant nodded, his voice low: "Callahan is the core of all this.

He is responsible for coordinating the connection between the funders and the Experiment Organization, and even directly participates in the financial operations of the experiment.

He is not only a broker but also the main promoter of the experiment project."

Lynn closed the notebook and took a deep breath: "These giants are all shrewd individuals; they clearly know the risks of the experiment.

Why would they still risk investing so many resources?"

"Because they saw the returns."

The informant said, a hint of disgust in his eyes, "The goal of the experiment is not only to create enhanced Mutants but also to sell controllable gene editing technology.

These giants believe that this will be the next revolution in wealth and power, and they want to take the initiative in this transformation."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then turned to Erik and said: "We need to start investigating these funders, tracking their fund flows, and finding direct evidence."

Erik nodded: "This will be a big project, but with the list in our hands, they can't escape."

Lynn put the notebook into his briefcase, his tone firm: "Notify the investigation team to start with Callahan.

He is the key point of this network; as soon as he talks, everyone else will be implicated."

A few hours later, the headquarters investigation team began to act.

They reviewed Callahan's bank accounts and corporate transaction records, discovering a series of suspicious fund movements.

These funds, through multiple layers of transfers, eventually flowed into offshore accounts controlled by the Experiment Organization.

"The evidence here is enough to send Callahan to jail."

The technician reported excitedly, "We can directly apply for a search warrant."

Lynn shook his head: "Although this evidence is conclusive, it's not enough to make him reveal all the funders behind him.

He needs more pressure."

Chapter 263 A Fact That Cannot Be Ignored

Erik asked, "What's your plan?"

Lynn's gaze was sharp: "We'll lure him out, create an irresistible deal for him, and let him walk right into our trap."

Meanwhile.

Kate sat in her apartment, surrounded by documents and electronic devices, her sharp eyes fixed on the computer screen. She had just received crucial information from an anonymous source, detailing the financial flows of several business magnates and the background of their so-called "medical research" projects.

As she flipped through the documents, she murmured to herself, "These so-called 'medical research' projects are nothing but a facade. They claim to be saving human health, but they're secretly funding illegal genetic experiments."

Kate's fingers rapidly typed on the keyboard, cross-referencing the new information with other data she had collected previously. Soon, a clear picture formed in her mind—these magnates were not only financially supporting the Experiment Organization but also using their influence to cover up the truth.

She dialed Lynn's number, her voice urgent: "Lynn, I just found some critical clues. These funders are laundering money under the guise of 'medical research,' using charities and research foundations to conceal their true intentions."

Lynn's voice came from the other end of the phone, calm but with a hint of alertness: "Do you have concrete evidence?"

"Yes, and it's enough to make it difficult for them to argue," Kate replied. "But it's not enough; I need more background support. These people will use their power to retaliate, so we need to be prepared in advance."

"What do you plan to do?" Lynn asked.

Kate was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "I plan to report it publicly, to let the public know the truth behind these so-called philanthropists. Exposing them is the fastest way to stop these experiments."

Lynn's tone became serious: "Kate, these people are extremely influential; they won't just sit idly by. Your actions could put you in danger."

"Danger is the norm for my job," Kate responded calmly. "But I know that only by bringing the truth to light can we truly stop them."

Lynn sighed: "Alright, but I hope you'll be careful. If you need help, be sure to tell me."

"Don't worry," Kate chuckled, "I won't sacrifice myself for nothing."

After hanging up, Kate began writing the report. She meticulously organized all the facts and clues into an article, revealing how business magnates used the guise of "medical research" to fund gene-editing experiments, attempting to profit by manipulating genetic technology.

Hours later, the article was complete. Kate contacted her colleagues in the editorial department and arranged for an in-depth interview program, planning to release the report simultaneously. She knew that this article would cause a huge stir, but she also knew it was a battle that had to be fought.

As soon as the news was published, it immediately garnered widespread attention and shock in society. Major media outlets reprinted it, and public anger and questions were directed at these giant corporations. Spokespersons for some magnates quickly issued statements attempting to clarify, but more reporters and investigators began digging deeper into the truth.

Kate's phone rang incessantly; some praised her courage, while others threatened her to shut up. But she remained unshaken, continuing to track subsequent clues and maintaining close contact with Lynn, ready to deal with potential retaliation.

Upon hearing the news, Lynn felt a complex mix of emotions. He knew Kate's exposure was a double-edged sword, potentially forcing the funders to reveal themselves but also possibly accelerating their efforts to destroy evidence.

"Her report will accelerate the pace of this game," Lynntold Erik. "Now, we must find the key connections between these magnates and the Experiment Organization even faster, to ensure they don't have a chance to escape."

Erik nodded, his tone more tense: "This is a battle we can't lose; we need to act quickly."

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of a secret base, the head of the Experiment Organization was nervously discussing countermeasures in front of a screen.

"These reports have increased our risk of exposure tenfold," a scientist muttered, cursing. "We must immediately move all equipment and experimental samples, otherwise, if the police find this place, it's all over."

"It's already arranged," another supervisor said. "We'll split into three groups for the transfer, sending equipment to different locations. As for the experimental samples… the most important batch will be destroyed directly to prevent any information leakage."

"Did Coleman agree to this decision?" the scientist asked.

The supervisor nodded, answering coldly: "He agreed, but he also warned us that every step from now on must be careful. He said the FBI is already behind us, and we don't have much time."

At the same time, Lynn and headquarters were intensifying their analysis of the intelligence gathered after Kate's report. Through extensive cross-referencing of financial flows and logistics information, the team finally pinpointed several key locations potentially related to the Experiment Organization.

"We've confirmed a transfer point for experimental equipment," a technician said in the conference room. "It's a small warehouse in the suburbs. Their freight records show frequent receipt of unregistered packages recently, which is highly likely to be related to the Experiment Organization."

Erik pointed to another marked location on the screen and added: "And there's this abandoned laboratory. Previously, we didn't have enough evidence to investigate it thoroughly, but recent surveillance shows that it has suddenly become busy. They might be concentrating on disposing of experimental samples here."

Lynn looked at the map, his gaze sharp: "If we disperse our forces, we might not keep up with their pace. They clearly intend to use the chaos and time difference to complete the transfer."

Erik pondered for a moment: "Then let's formulate two action plans: one group to track the equipment transfer point, and the other to go straight to the laboratory, cutting off their core escape route."

Lynn nodded in agreement: "I'll lead the team to the laboratory; this might be Coleman's last hiding place. Erik, you're responsible for leading the other group to ensure the equipment isn't moved out of the suburbs."

Headquarters quickly distributed the plan to all teams, and everyone realized the urgency of the situation. Lynn's action team was well-equipped. They quickly arrived at the perimeter of the abandoned laboratory and discovered that the Experiment Organization had set up tight armed guards.

"They're stalling for time," Lynn said through the communicator. "They're clearly covering the evacuation of core personnel. We must break through quickly."

The Agents swiftly moved into action, and a fierce firefight erupted outside the laboratory. Lynn directed his team members forward while using a thermal imager to scan the heat distribution inside the building, quickly discovering a distinctly different area.

"Here," he pointed to a hidden underground entrance. "They've hidden the most important things down there."

The action team quickly broke through the guards and opened the underground entrance. Lynn led the way in, discovering a complete laboratory inside, where equipment and data were still clearly in operation.

"Collect all evidence," Lynn ordered the technical team. "Especially experimental records and samples; don't leave anything behind."

Just as the team was searching, an urgent alarm suddenly blared. Lynn saw a countdown device activate, displaying glaring red numbers on the screen.

"They've set up a self-destruct device!" the technician exclaimed. "Everything will be destroyed in ten minutes!"

Lynn ordered without hesitation: "Prioritize salvaging experimental data and samples; everyone else evacuate!"

The Agents moved quickly, loading salvageable equipment and documents into special containers. Lynnpersonally checked every active piece of equipment, ensuring no critical information was missed.

As the last second of the countdown ended, Lynn and his team had just exited the laboratory when a huge explosion engulfed the entire underground facility in flames.

The next morning, Lynn walked into the headquarters conference room, finding the atmosphere more tense than usual. Erik sat at one end of the long table, his face grim, an action failure report spread open before him.

"What happened?" Lynn sat down, his gaze sweeping over the others in the conference room, asking in a low voice.

Erik sighed, pointing to the report: "Last night, we originally planned to raid a newly identified experimental transfer point. Intelligence indicated it was the last stop for equipment transfer. However, when our team arrived, the target location was already empty. All equipment, personnel, and even traces had been completely cleaned up."

Lynn opened the report, carefully examining the action records and crime scene photos, frowning: "Their reaction speed is too fast. This is definitely not a coincidence."

John stood to the side, his tone showing some dissatisfaction: "Clearly, someone leaked our action plan in advance. The other side couldn't be this precise unless they already knew we were coming."

Lynn closed the report, his sharp gaze fixed on Erik: "This means there might be a mole inside headquarters."

Erik nodded, but a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes: "I've considered that possibility too, but our people have always been rigorously screened. How could there be a traitor?"

"Rigorous screening doesn't mean foolproof," Lynn said calmly. "There are only two possibilities for a leak: either the plan was hacked, or someone internally is providing information."

The technician walked in with a report, stating solemnly: "Detective, we've checked the communication and network systems, and there are no signs of hacking. This indicates the information was leaked internally."

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly grew tense, everyone pondering what this meant.

Lynn looked around, his voice low but firm: "If there's a mole inside, every step we take now could be known by the other side. This not only puts us on the defensive but also puts our operatives' lives at risk."

Erik gritted his teeth, slamming a fist heavily on the table: "We have to find this mole, no matter who it is, we can't let them continue to sabotage our operations."

"The problem is, we can't accuse anyone rashly," Lynnanalyzed calmly. "If we act hastily, we might tip them off. We need a more covert approach."

John frowned and asked, "Then what should we do? Should we risk guessing if the other side already knows every time we act?"

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said: "We need to design a bait operation. Pretend to launch a raid, but in reality, it's a trap for the leaker. By observing who leaks the false intelligence, we can pinpoint the suspect."

Erik nodded in agreement: "That's certainly a method. But the bait operation also needs to be very careful, so the real target doesn't see through it."

Lynn looked at the technician: "At the same time, we also need to strengthen internal monitoring. All personnel, equipment, and communications recently involved in the action plan must be carefully reviewed. Any anomaly cannot be ignored."

The technician immediately agreed: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

After the meeting, Lynn returned to his office and began to meticulously review all records and details of past operations. He knew that finding the mole was an extremely tricky task, but it was also the most urgent problem at hand.

A few hours later, his communicator rang. It was Erik's voice: "Lynn, the bait plan is ready. When do we start the operation?"

Lynn stood up, his gaze firm: "Tonight. We must catch this saboteur, otherwise, the next failure could be our complete collapse."

After the bait plan began, the team members' emotions became even more tense. Everyone secretly guessed the identity of the mole, and this invisibly eroded trust. After the operation, no clues were caught, which completely exhausted Erik's patience.

Back in the headquarters conference room, Erik slammed an action report onto the table, staring directly at Lynn, his voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Lynn, your plan yielded no results. We wasted an entire night, and the enemy is still at large!"

Lynn looked up, his gaze calm: "I never said this kind of plan would succeed on the first try. This is a gradual process; the bait operation is just the first step."

"The first step?" Erik scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "And meanwhile, our time is slowly running out! How are you so sure there's a mole inside? Maybe this is just a mistaken judgment!"

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low but firm: "If you don't want to trust my judgment, then you can report directly to our superiors and have me removed from this mission. But I warn you, if we ignore this issue, every subsequent operation could be compromised."

Erik paused, a hint of struggle flashing across his face. His anger and unease intertwined, preventing him from immediately refuting Lynn.

"Enough!" John, who had been standing by, finally couldn't help but interject, raising both hands to signal the two to calm down. "You two stop arguing. Our biggest enemy right now is the Experiment Organization, not each other."

He looked at Erik, his tone softening slightly: "Erik, I understand your dissatisfaction, but Lynn's analysis isn't baseless. The issue of leaks has led to multiple failed operations, which is an undeniable fact."

Then, he turned to Lynn, his tone equally serious: "Lynn, but Erik is also right about one thing: our team is very fragile right now, and trust is nearing collapse. You need to show everyone that your plan is meaningful, instead of leaving everyone in suspicion."

Chapter 264 Hope for the Future of Humanity

Lynn was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand. But trust isn't built out of thin air; it must be proven by action. I will adjust the plan as soon as possible, involving everyone, to ensure we don't repeat the same mistakes."

Erik reluctantly calmed down and sighed: "I hope you're right, Lynn. I don't want to go through another failed operation."

John breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the two and saying: "Good, this is how we should be. Next, we need to formulate a more precise plan, while trying to ease the tension within the team."

Lynn looked at John, a hint of gratitude in his tone: "Thank you, John. Your rationality is crucial to this mission."

Erik said nothing more, just silently sat back in his chair, a trace of unease still on his face.

Soon after.

The decrypted experimental data finally revealed a key location—a secret experimental Base on the East Coast. Lynn brought this information to the conference room, projecting satellite images and internal structural diagrams of the Base.

"According to the decrypted data," Lynn said, pointing to a complex of buildings on the image, "this Base appears to be one of their core experimental sites. The data mentions that critical experimental samples and equipment are stored here. If we can destroy or seize these resources, their experimental progress will be significantly delayed."

Erik leaned back in his chair, frowning and saying: "This place looks like a fortress. If we attack directly, it's very likely to provoke a fierce counterattack, or even alert the enemy."

Lynn nodded in agreement: "Precisely. We cannot act rashly. My suggestion is to infiltrate in batches, first sending a reconnaissance team to confirm the specific defensive layout and the location of the laboratory, then sending the main force for a precise strike."

John walked to the map, staring at the coastline and saying: "Approaching from here might be the safest route. The dense vegetation near the coast can provide cover. But we need to be careful; satellite images show that they might have monitoring and sensors deployed around them."

A technician added: "We can use jamming equipment to block some surveillance signals during the operation, but this might also trigger their alarms, and the time window will be very short."

Lynn nodded: "So the first reconnaissance team must act quickly, leaving no trace. Once the internal layout is confirmed, the second team can act under the cover of night, directly infiltrating the core laboratory area."

Erik looked at Lynn, a hint of trust in his tone: "Are you sure this phased infiltration method will be effective? If the first team is discovered, the entire operation might fail."

"Every operation has risks," Lynn replied, his gaze firm, "but this is the way to minimize losses. Moreover, we must trust the team's capabilities."

After the meeting, the team quickly began preparations. The first reconnaissance team was personally led by Lynn. They chose to act late at night, using the coastline as cover, silently approaching the experimental Base.

After passing through the dense vegetation, Lynn raised his hand, signaling the team to stop. He observed the Base's outer defenses with binoculars, discovering multiple monitoring devices and automatic sensors distributed around the Base.

"The sensors are spaced approximately 50 meters apart," Lynn whispered, "but there are blind spots. We need to go around from here to get close to the main building."

The team members carefully avoided the sensors, successfully sneaking into a hidden corner on the outskirts of the Base. From there, they could clearly see the entrance to the laboratory area, as well as armed guards patrolling back and forth.

"There are at least five armed personnel at the entrance, and a drone patrolling overhead," Lynn reported in a low voice to the communicator, "We need to jam the drone signal to ensure the second team can break through here."

The technician responded on the remote channel: "Understood, jamming equipment is ready. Just need your signal."

"Stay hidden," Lynn whispered to his team, "We'll observe for five more minutes, then withdraw."

After ensuring there were no further anomalies, the reconnaissance team quietly withdrew, bringing back detailed intelligence. Lynn returned to headquarters and presented the reconnaissance results to the second team.

"This is their patrol route and timetable," Lynn said, pointing to the hand-drawn map, "We can use drone signal jamming to create a window of opportunity and strike directly at the core laboratory."

Erik nodded: "Alright, we'll act tomorrow night. We must succeed in one go."

Lynn's gaze swept over all the team members present, his tone steady: "Remember, this is a high-risk operation. Our goal is to seize data and samples, and minimize conflict as much as possible. If anyone is discovered, the others must immediately provide cover for their evacuation."

Late at night, the second action team quietly approached the outskirts of the Base. The jamming equipment successfully blocked the drone and some surveillance, and Lynn led the team members to quickly cross the blind spot and enter the Base.

The Base was eerily quiet, with only the low hum of experimental equipment echoing in the air. Lynn gestured for the team to split into two groups: one to continue scouting the surroundings, and the other, led by him, to head towards the core laboratory.

Suddenly, a low roar came from a distance, followed by the violent sound of metal colliding. The team members quickly raised their guns and went on alert. Lynnwhispered: "Maintain formation, don't scatter."

No sooner had he spoken than a huge experimental subject suddenly lunged out of the shadows. Its skin was pale, muscles twisted, eyes filled with furious rage, and its movements were astonishingly fast. A team member was caught off guard and immediately knocked to the ground, his weapon sliding away.

"Fire!" Lynn ordered decisively, and the team members immediately shot at the experimental subject. Bullets hit the target, but the experimental subject seemed insensitive to ordinary ammunition, only slowing down slightly before continuing to frantically pounce on the team members.

Lynn quickly switched to tranquilizer dart mode, firing several shots at the experimental subject's joints and head. The experimental subject finally let out a painful roar, its movements becoming sluggish, and it eventually collapsed.

"Everyone be careful," Lynn said calmly, "This isn't the last one."

As he expected, more experimental subjects surged out from all directions. These Mutant creatures varied in form; some were massive, others had deformed limbs, but they all had one thing in common—they were hostile towards the team members, attacking them frantically.

Lynn led his team to advance steadily, using formation and cover to gradually suppress the experimental subjects' attacks. He directed his team to use specialized tranquilizer darts and high-pressure nets, taking down the experimental subjects one by one, while maintaining the integrity of the team.

"They are using these experimental subjects to buy time," Erik said in a low voice through the communicator, "We must find the core laboratory as soon as possible."

"Understood." Lynn quickly analyzed the surrounding environment and led the team deeper along the experimental subjects' attack path. He speculated that these creatures were artificially controlled, and their origin must be related to the core laboratory.

Finally, the team stopped in front of a heavy metal door. This door was clearly different from other areas, with complex fingerprint and iris scanning systems installed on it.

"This is their core facility," Lynn said in a low voice, "Technical team, come over and unlock the door."

The technician quickly stepped forward and began connecting equipment to crack the system. But just then, another wave of experimental subjects surged from the other end of the corridor, more numerous and more violent than before.

"Cover the technical team!" Lynn ordered, simultaneously raising his gun and aiming. He knew that if they couldn't hold this door, they wouldn't be able to enter the core laboratory.

The team members formed a semicircle defense line, concentrating their firepower to suppress the experimental subjects' offensive. Lynn, meanwhile, moved constantly within the team, directing members to adjust their positions, while personally dealing with the most threatening targets.

The technician finally completed the decryption, and the metal door slowly opened, revealing a huge laboratory filled with high-tech equipment. In the transparent cultivation chambers in the center of the laboratory, several experimental samples floated quietly, each showing different degrees of Mutant characteristics.

"Quick, collect all data and samples!" Lynn directed the team members to quickly enter the laboratory, "We don't have much time!"

The team members began downloading data using portable devices and packing key samples into specialized transport boxes. At the same time, the experimental subjects' attacks outside became increasingly fierce, and the defense line gradually tightened.

"Time's up!" Erik's voice came through the communicator, "Evacuate! Evacuate immediately!"

Lynn glanced at the laboratory, confirmed that all important data and samples had been collected, and decisively ordered: "All personnel retreat! Don't get bogged down in fighting!"

The team retreated from the laboratory in an orderly fashion, using cover to create distance from the experimental subjects. They ultimately succeeded in breaking through and returned to the rendezvous point outside the Base, meeting up with the reinforcement team that had arrived to provide support.

"The data and samples have been brought out," Lynnsaid, panting, "But this is just the beginning. We need to analyze this information as quickly as possible to find out their complete plan."

Erik patted him on the shoulder, a tired smile on his face: "Good command, Detective. At least this time, we didn't waste our efforts."

Lynn led his team deep into the core area of the experimental Base. In a control room at the very end, he finally found William Coleman. He stood beside the control panel, his expression calm, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard, seemingly unsurprised by Lynn's arrival.

"You've finally come, Detective," William slowly turned around, a hint of indifference in his eyes, "You've kept me waiting for a long time."

Lynn raised his gun, his gaze sharp: "Coleman, stop struggling in vain. This is all over. Give up your plan and come back with us, and you might still get a chance for lenient treatment."

William chuckled softly and shook his head: "Leniency? You're too naive, Lynn. You don't understand what my experiment is for."

"I know what you're doing," Lynn's voice was cold, "You're using innocent lives to advance your so-called 'Enhanced Mutant Project,' creating out-of-control monsters and disrupting social order. Every step you take tramples on morality and law."

"Monsters?" William's smile turned sarcastic, "In my eyes, they are the next step in human evolution. I am merely accelerating this process. If you had any foresight, you would support my research, instead of trying to stop me like an old-fashioned fool."

Lynn was not provoked. He slowly took a step forward and continued: "Your so-called 'evolution' is nothing more than to satisfy the greed of a few. Those business magnates funding you, they care not about the future of humanity, but about how to profit enormously from genetic technology. You are merely their pawn, William."

William's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "I won't deny their motives, but my research is unstoppable. Even if I am caught by you today, this project will continue. You can't change anything."

"That's not for you to decide," Lynn aimed his gun at William, his tone even more resolute, "Last warning, give up resistance. Stop now, and you can still leave alive."

William stared at Lynn, silent for a few seconds, then suddenly showed a strange smile. He reached out and pressed a button on the control panel, whispering: "I was prepared."

The metal door crashed open, and a tall, muscular, distorted Enhanced Mutant walked out of the shadows. His eyes were vacant, but his movements were swift, clearly under complete control. William retreated behind the Mutant, his face full of triumph: "You thought you had won, but I still have my last trump card."

"Don't do this, William," Lynn didn't back down, still trying to persuade him, "Do you really think this kind of violence can solve the problem? You're digging your own grave!"

The Mutant let out a low roar and suddenly charged at Lynn. Lynn quickly dodged, and the other team members immediately opened fire, but the Mutant's skin seemed immune to ordinary bullets. His speed was astonishing, and in a few moves, he knocked a team member to the ground.

"Special ammunition!" Lynn shouted loudly, simultaneously switching to tranquilizer darts. The team members followed his command, shooting precisely at the Mutant's joints and head.

Affected by the tranquilizer darts, the Mutant's movements began to slow, but it still struggled stubbornly. Lynn took the opportunity to approach, trapping it firmly with a high-voltage electric net, and finally subdued it.

Seeing this, William tried to escape in the chaos, but was stopped by Lynn. He raised his gun and aimed at William's leg, saying coldly: "Don't move again, or I won't hold back."

William stopped, the composure on his face finally disappearing, replaced by a hint of fear. He raised his hands and slowly said: "Alright, Lynn, you win. But do you know? You're not stopping me, but the hope for humanity's future."

Lynn didn't respond, merely snapped the handcuffs on his wrists, then said into the communicator: "Target controlled, experimental core facility cleared, requesting support for evacuation."

With William under control, Lynn directed the team to quickly begin operations. They had clear divisions of labor: one group was responsible for safely transferring William and the subdued Enhanced Mutant, while the other began a comprehensive cleanup and destruction of the experimental Base.

The experimental core equipment was located behind the control room, a large space filled with high-tech instruments. The machines here were still running, and undeveloped experimental subjects floated in transparent cultivation chambers, each appearing deformed and fragile. Lynn looked at these cultivation chambers, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Chapter 265 The truth is revealed

"Shut down all equipment and extract all useful data," Detective Lynn ordered the technicians. "This data may be key to uncovering the true face of the Experiment Organization."

The technicians moved swiftly, accessing the equipment's storage systems and copying all experiment records, gene editing protocols, and donor lists to portable hard drives.

Meanwhile, other team members placed timed demolition devices in various corners of the laboratory to ensure that the equipment and facilities were completely destroyed after evacuation.

"Detective, this data is very detailed," a technician said while working.

"We not only found the genetic structure of the experiment subjects but also discovered some unfinished experiment plans and detailed records of capital flows."

Detective Lynn nodded: "This is the evidence we need. Ensure the hard drives are secure; no data can be lost."

Just as the team was preparing to evacuate, the Base's internal system suddenly activated an automatic defense program, activating the life support systems for the experiment subjects.

The liquid in the cultivation tanks began to fluctuate violently, and some immature experiment subjects even tried to break free from the tank walls.

"Quick! Speed up!" Detective Lynn roared, escorting the team to retreat quickly.

After all team members had evacuated as planned, Detective Lynn was the last to leave the control room.

He looked at the experiment subjects, then pressed the remote demolition button.

With a huge explosion, the entire laboratory was engulfed in Fire, and the experiment subjects and the equipment used to create them were completely reduced to ruins.

During the post-evacuation inventory, Detective Lynnpicked up the recovered hard drives and watched the technicians back up and encrypt the data.

He whispered: "This data will tell us what to do next. Although this operation was successful, it's just the beginning."

Erik walked over, a tired smile on his face: "Anyway, we won this time. The core facility is destroyed, and the Experiment Organization's strength has been cut by more than half."

"Yes," Detective Lynn nodded, but his tone remained heavy, "but we haven't touched the real mastermind yet. Coleman is just a pawn; there's a bigger force behind him."

Erik sighed: "At least this time, we have enough weapons to deal with the upcoming battle."

Detective Lynn looked at the distant sea, his eyes filled with determination: "Yes, but next, we must uncover the true identity of the funders and catch them all. This is the only way to end this conspiracy."

After several days of sorting and analyzing the experiment data, Detective Lynn and the technical team gradually uncovered some hidden clues.

Part of the data recorded the Experiment Organization's communications and capital flows, and surprisingly, this data seemed to have a strange overlap with internal information from FBI Headquarters.

"Detective, you need to see this," a technician called out to Detective Lynn while operating the computer.

Detective Lynn approached the screen, staring intently at the displayed charts and logs.

"These fund transfer records... their frequency overlaps too precisely with the timing of our several operation plans."

The technician nodded: "Not only that, we found some encrypted communication logs. This information was sent from the Experiment Organization's system, and the target was actually an internal network node at our Headquarters.

And the access permissions for these nodes are not low."

Detective Lynn's gaze turned cold; after a moment of thought, he whispered: "This indicates that someone inside is indeed leaking information. Only someone who knows our operations clearly could do this so precisely."

Erik walked over, and hearing this, his face also darkened: "So, the existence of an internal spy is beyond doubt. The question is, how do we find him?"

"Through this data," Detective Lynn said firmly, "Since they transmit intelligence through the internal network, they will definitely leave traces. The technical team needs to expand the tracking scope and find the specific source of this node."

"Understood," the technician quickly began the tracking work.

Hours later, a key result popped up on the screen—a user access record hidden within Headquarters was locked, originating from an account with high-level permissions.

Detective Lynn stared at the screen, his eyes cold: "Who is this person?"

The technician typed on the keyboard, then stopped and looked up at Detective Lynn, his voice filled with disbelief: "It's... it's Jason Cobb. He's a member of the internal intelligence team, with very high permissions, and often participates in the formulation of action plans."

"Cobb?" Erik frowned, "I've worked with him a few times; he seemed like a by-the-book guy, never thought..."

"Appearances can be deceiving," Detective Lynn calmly interrupted, "but data doesn't lie. His problem has been exposed. We need to act immediately; we can't give him any reaction time."

Detective Lynn quickly assembled a special action team and simultaneously requested temporary authorization from his superiors, allowing him to directly arrest Cobb.

He knew that delaying even a minute could allow Cobb to destroy more crucial evidence.

The action team quietly approached Cobb's office area; he was sitting in front of his computer, seemingly unaware.

When Detective Lynn and his team pushed the door open, he looked up, a flicker of surprise on his face.

"Cobb," Detective Lynn said coldly, "You are under arrest."

Cobb's expression instantly became tense, but he tried to put on an innocent facade: "Detective, what is this? Are you mistaken?"

"Mistaken?" Detective Lynn took a step closer, placing a printed piece of evidence in front of him, "Your account accessed the Experiment Organization's communication logs and repeatedly transmitted classified information about our operations.

All this data points to you. What else do you have to say?"

Cobb's eyes flickered, then he sneered: "It seems you did find something. However, I'm just a small fry. What can you change by catching me? You'll never find those who truly control everything."

"That's not for you to worry about," Detective Lynnwaved his hand, signaling his team to handcuff Cobb, and simultaneously instructed the technicians to conduct a thorough examination of his computer.

In Cobb's computer, Detective Lynn and the technical team found more crucial evidence, including his encrypted communication records with the Experiment Organizationand a hidden list of some funders.

As Cobb was being escorted out, Erik stood beside Detective Lynn and whispered: "You did it, Detective. The internal spy has been found; he can no longer disrupt our operations."

Detective Lynn's gaze was deep, but his tone was calm: "This is a breakthrough, but it's far from enough. Through the records he left, we must uncover deeper secrets. This battle is not over yet."

Erik nodded, his eyes also filled with determination: "We will definitely catch all these people."

William was held in a high-security interrogation room at Headquarters.

This room was surrounded by explosion-proof glass and high-strength shielding devices to ensure that no Mutantabilities could function here.

When Detective Lynn entered the room, William was sitting at the table, his hands secured to the tabletop by special handcuffs, his expression unsettlingly calm.

"Detective, we meet again," William looked up, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "It seems you've come to deal with me personally this time."

Detective Lynn pulled out a chair and sat down, slapping a file on the table, and said coldly: "Your experiment Basehas been destroyed, and the equipment and data are in our control.

Now, you have nowhere to go. Cooperation is your only option."

William chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, his tone lazy: "Cooperation? Do you think I'll easily reveal everything? Detective, your so-called victory is only temporary.

This experiment is far more complex than you imagine."

Detective Lynn stared at him, his tone calm but with a hint of pressure: "Coleman, who exactly is supporting this experiment of yours? Why take such huge risks to conduct these illegal operations?"

William was silent for a moment, seemingly considering whether to speak.

Finally, he whispered: "Do you know where the future of humanity lies, Detective? In genes. Genes are the answer to all our problems.

Diseases, aging, limitations of strength... these can all be solved through gene editing. And my experiment is paving the way for that future."

"Don't change the subject," Detective Lynn's gaze was sharp, "I asked about the people supporting you. What is their purpose?"

William's smile gradually disappeared, his expression turning sinister: "The people supporting me? Oh, their purpose is completely different from mine. They only care about power and money.

Those business magnates fund me to create what they call 'perfect soldiers'—enhanced Mutants who are completely obedient, emotionless, and without resistance."

Detective Lynn frowned: "Perfect soldiers? What do they want to do with these experiment subjects?"

"Control," William looked directly into Detective Lynn's eyes, his voice deep and cold, "Using genetic technology to create controllable Mutants to replace traditional armies and weaken existing national power structures.

This is a redistribution of power, and these people hope to control everything in the new World order."

Detective Lynn's heart sank, realizing that this was far more than just an ethical issue of experimentation but a full-scale threat to the social structure.

He asked coldly: "Why are you involved in such a plan? Are you willing to be used by them?"

William scoffed: "Used? Detective, you don't understand, I am using them. They gave me funds and resources, allowing me to freely advance my research.

As for their purpose... once my research is complete, they won't be a match for me at all."

Detective Lynn was silent for a few seconds, then said: "What about the out-of-control experiment subjects? What about the lives destroyed in the experiments? Do you really think you can completely control this power?"

A subtle Shadow flashed across William's face, but he quickly regained his composure: "Science always has a price, Detective. Loss of control and failure are part of the process.

If you can step outside your moral framework, perhaps you will understand my meaning."

"Your meaning is only more chaos and death," Detective Lynn's voice was cold; he stood up and looked at William, "Your experiment is over, Coleman.

Next, you will pay the price for all the consequences you have caused."

William did not retort, only smiled slightly, seemingly with a hint of mockery.

Detective Lynn walked out of the interrogation room, a heavy feeling in his heart.

Although William's words were cold, the information they revealed was chilling.

Back in his office, Detective Lynn organized William's confession into a report and submitted it to his superiors.

Kate's follow-up report arrived as promised a few days later.

This time, she wove all the compiled evidence and details into a shocking article, with a simple yet powerful title: "The Gene War: The Shadow of Humanity's Future."

The article meticulously exposed how the Experiment Organization secretly conducted illegal gene experiments using the financial and technical support of business magnates.

Through a series of detailed investigations, Kate directly linked the magnates' conspiracy to the tragic state of the experiment subjects, painting a shocking picture.

The article also included screenshots of some experiment data provided by Detective Lynn's team, proving that these experiments were not baseless.

Upon its release, the article immediately caused an uproar.

Public opinion, like a sweeping tsunami, pushed the business magnates who usually enjoyed power and wealth into the spotlight.

Every name mentioned in the news became a focal point of media and social discussion.

Social media platforms were filled with angry voices:

"They're treating us as test subjects!"

"Do these people have no bottom line at all?"

"A thorough investigation must be conducted; these villains must pay the price!"

At the same time, legal institutions also acted swiftly.

Some congressmen, influenced by Kate's report, publicly stated their demand for a comprehensive investigation into the involved business magnates.

The corporate offices of some magnates were even raided, and large amounts of documents and computers were taken away.

At Headquarters, Detective Lynn observed the changing situation while continuing to advance the investigation.

He was grateful for Kate's report but also knew that this storm would not only remain in public opinion.

"Detective," Erik walked into the office and handed Detective Lynn a new report, "The Federal Court just froze James Callahan's assets; his company was found to have multiple illegal fund transfers to accounts related to the Experiment Organization."

Detective Lynn glanced at the report and nodded: "This is a good start, but we need to ensure that all funders are traced to the end. They will fight back and even try to erase evidence."

Erik smirked: "This time they won't escape so easily. Kate's report has made it impossible for the public to ignore this issue; their every move is under the spotlight."

Meanwhile, Kate's news office was crowded with reporters and protesters.

Some of her supporters came specifically to express their gratitude and respect to her, while others tried to defend the business magnates.

Kate remained calm about this; she told the media who came to interview her: "This is not just my personal effort, but the cooperation of a team.

Detective Lynn and his team risked their lives to uncover the truth, and our responsibility is to make the truth seen."

However, Kate also understood that these magnates would not sit idly by.

Sure enough, a few days later, some anonymous letters related to her report began circulating on social media, attempting to question her motives and even attack her private life.

Detective Lynn quickly learned of this situation and immediately called Kate: "Are you okay? Those attacks are just their counter-attacks; don't take them to heart."

Chapter 266 Preparing for Action

"I'm fine, Lynn." Kate's voice was calm and firm, "They can question me, but they cannot deny the facts. My job is to expose the truth, no matter the cost."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't have to face this alone. We are in this together."

In the conference room at headquarters, the team was summarizing the results of their operation. Lynn sat at one end of the table, flipping through a thick report, his face still maintaining its usual calm expression.

Erik stood up and cleared his throat: "Alright, guys, I'd like to say a few words." His voice drew everyone's attention, especially Lynn, who looked up at Erik with a hint of confusion.

"Over the past period, we've been through many difficult times. Failures, doubts, disputes—these almost broke us." Erik's gaze swept over everyone in the room, finally settling on Lynn, "But there was one person who remained calm, always persistent, leading us to victory with his wisdom and actions."

Lynn frowned slightly, seemingly unaccustomed to such public praise. He was about to speak when Erik raised a hand to interrupt him.

"Let me finish, Lynn." Erik smiled slightly, his tone more sincere, "I admit, at first I had doubts about your leadership, and even argued with you. But today, I must admit, you are not only an excellent Detective, but also a trustworthy leader."

The conference room was quiet; everyone was looking at Lynn, who seemed a bit flustered. He said in a low voice, "This was a team effort, not my achievement alone."

"Don't be modest, Detective." John stood up with a smile, "Erik is right. You led us through the darkest times. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to uncover this massive conspiracy."

Then, John turned to Erik and continued, "Therefore, I propose that we apply for the Headquarters' Medal of Honor for Lynn, to commend his outstanding performance in this operation."

A round of applause erupted in the conference room, and the team members nodded in support. Erik took the lead, saying, "Completely agree. He deserves this honor."

Lynn looked at these familiar faces, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at everyone with firm eyes: "Thank you for your trust and support. We won this battle together. I only hope that we can continue to fight side by side in the future and protect the justice we believe in."

Applause rang out again, and the atmosphere in the conference room instantly lightened. Everyone began to chat and laugh, sharing their experiences and feelings from this period; the past tensions and estrangements seemed to vanish at this moment.

After the meeting, Erik walked over to Lynn and extended his hand: "Brother, I owe you an apology. Those past arguments were due to my stubbornness and shortsightedness."

Lynn clasped Erik's hand and smiled calmly: "It's alright, Erik. I know you were doing what was best for the team."

Erik nodded, a relaxed tone in his voice: "I won't doubt you again. You are a true leader, Lynn."

A few days later, the Officer of the Headquarters met with Lynn. In the conference room, the Officer stood by the window, looking down at the bustling scene of the entire Headquarters through the glass. He turned around, his gaze filled with appreciation and contemplation: "Lynn, please sit."

Lynn nodded politely and sat in the chair opposite the Officer.

The Officer spoke directly: "Your performance in this operation was impressive. Not only did you successfully dismantle the Experiment Organization, but you also helped our Headquarters regain a lot of its reputation. The Headquarters needs more talents like you."

Lynn listened quietly, not saying a word.

The Officer continued: "So, I have a proposal. I hope you can stay at the Headquarters and directly oversee higher-level operations. This would not only fully utilize your talents but also allow you to showcase yourself on a larger stage."

Lynn looked up, his gaze frank as he met the Officer's eyes: "Thank you for your affirmation and proposal. But I'm afraid I cannot accept."

The Officer was clearly surprised, his brows furrowing slightly: "Why? This is a rare opportunity. At the Headquarters, you would have access to more resources and more important tasks, which would be a big step in your career."

Lynn smiled faintly, but his tone was firm: "I understand how important the Headquarters' resources and platform are, and I appreciate your trust in me. But I always feel that the true battlefield is on the front lines, not in the offices here."

The Officer's expression became serious: "Lynn, you have already proven your capabilities; remaining on the front lines might be a waste of your talent. Moreover, staying at the Headquarters doesn't mean being out of the fight."

Lynn shook his head, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "The Headquarters certainly needs strategists and decision-makers, but I am better suited to be on site, fighting alongside my team. I understand their abilities, and they trust me. We are an inseparable force."

The Officer pondered for a while, seemingly weighing Lynn's words. He finally sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness and respect: "Alright, Lynn. I respect your choice. Although it's regrettable to lose an excellent senior Commander, I believe you will continue to create miracles on the front lines."

Lynn stood up and extended his hand to the Officer: "Thank you, Officer. I will continue to do my job well, protect justice, and safeguard this society."

The two shook hands, and the Officer nodded: "If you ever change your mind, the Headquarters' doors are always open for you."

Lynn smiled: "Thank you, but I don't think that day will come soon."

As Lynn left the Headquarters, he walked through the lobby, his gaze sweeping over the busy Agents and the technical personnel moving back and forth. He knew this was an important hub, but his heart always belonged to the front lines of action, to those who needed to directly face threats and dangers.

Back in the office, Erik greeted him with a smile: "What's up, Detective? Did the Officer want to keep you at the Headquarters?"

"Yes." Lynn shrugged, "But I refused."

Erik burst out laughing: "I knew you wouldn't leave us. Honestly, Lynn, without you, we wouldn't know what to do."

Lynn patted Erik on the shoulder, a hint of determination in his eyes: "Don't worry, I'm not planning to retire yet. There's still a lot we need to accomplish together."

The next evening, Lynn and Kate finally returned to Manhattan. Lynn drove through the familiar streets, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the streetscape outside the car window, a long-lost sense of peace filling his heart.

"After being away for so long, won't your family think you've gone missing?" Kate teased, a playful tone in her voice.

Lynn smiled faintly: "George won't care too much; he's used to it. But Gwen might have a pile of questions waiting for me."

The car stopped in front of Lynn's house, the evening glow in the sky painting the entire sky red. The two got out and walked towards the door. Just as Lynn took out his key, the door suddenly opened.

"Brother!" Gwen stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her face full of displeasure, "So you finally remembered to come back? Dad and I were starting to think you were a legendary figure."

Lynn gently ruffled her hair: "Sorry, I've been a bit busy lately. But look, I brought a guest back."

Kate stood by, smiling as she waved to Gwen: "Hello, Gwen. I'm Kate."

Gwen's eyes scanned back and forth between the two, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "Hello, Kate, welcome to our home."

Inside, George was bringing a steaming dish from the kitchen. Seeing Lynn and Kate walk in, a kind smile appeared on his face: "Oh, Lynn, you finally brought a friend home this time. Come on, come in, don't just stand there."

Lynn and Kate changed their shoes and walked into the dining room. The table was already laden with dishes. Lynn sniffed, unable to help but ask with a smile: "George, did you make all of these yourself?"

"Of course." George replied proudly, "Even though you don't come home often, we still have to keep our family traditions."

During dinner, George and Kate chatted lively. He asked about Kate's work with concern, and Kate responded politely, occasionally sharing some interesting stories from her time as a reporter, making George laugh heartily.

Gwen, meanwhile, kicked Lynn's leg under the table and whispered, "So, is Kate your girlfriend?"

Lynn glanced at her and shook his head: "Don't make wild guesses."

Gwen pouted dismissively, then continued chatting with Kate: "Sister Kate, did you know, my brother was really silly when he was little. Even though he always tried to act cool, he was actually really timid."

Kate couldn't help but laugh: "Really? I thought he was a cool Detective from a young age."

"Not at all!" Gwen said earnestly, "He used to run away when he saw bugs when he was little, it was so funny."

Lynn sighed and rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Alright, this dinner is specifically for exposing my old secrets today."

The dinner was lively and filled with laughter throughout the house. After dinner, George brewed some hot tea and sat with Kate on the sofa, continuing their conversation, while Lynn and Gwen cleaned up the dining table together.

"You two are quite suitable." Gwen whispered, holding a plate, her gaze falling on Kate on the sofa.

Lynn sighed: "I know what you want to say, but there's no rush with matters of the heart. Let me handle my current affairs first."

Gwen didn't say anything more, just nodded.

Late at night, Kate bid farewell to George and Gwen, and Lynn drove her home. On the way, they were silent for a while, then Kate suddenly spoke: "Your family is really nice, Lynn."

"Thank you." Lynn focused on the road ahead, "They are my most important support."

Kate looked at him and said softly: "You are their pride too."

Lynn's lips curved slightly, a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Kate, thank you."

The next morning, Lynn pushed open his office door, greeted by a mountain of documents on his desk and several anxious-looking colleagues. The office was clearly busier than usual, phone calls rang incessantly, the printer continuously spat out paper, and his assistant Mark was buried in a pile of files.

"Detective! You're finally back!" Mark, seeing Lynn, seemed to see a savior and immediately stood up from behind his desk, holding several unhandled reports in his hand, "These cases are all waiting for your approval. I tried to take on as much as I could, but there's just too much."

Lynn glanced at the documents on the desk, his brows furrowing slightly, then he put down his coffee and rolled up his sleeves: "Alright, let me see what's going on."

Mark quickly reported: "In the past few days you were gone, we received a series of cases—a serial robbery case, the suspect seems to have used some kind of Mutant ability; two reports of illegal weapons transactions, which still need intelligence source confirmation; and also a missing child case, the family has been pressing us several times."

Lynn picked up the top document and flipped through it, murmuring: "Looks like none of them are simple."

Mark nodded, a hint of fatigue in his voice: "And one more thing, City Hall is also pressing us to provide a summary report on the last Experiment Organization operation. They want to use this report to deal with public opinion pressure."

Lynn's mouth twitched: "It seems they're using us as a shield. But that report can be put on hold for now; these cases are much more important than political games."

He placed the missing child case file in the center of the desk: "Start with this one. Missing persons cases involve the safety of families and children; we must prioritize them. Mark, call the Agent in charge of this case and have him explain the situation to me in detail."

Mark nodded quickly and ran off to contact the relevant personnel.

Lynn sat down and began to review the reports of the other cases one by one. As he read, he quickly noted key points, his mind rapidly organizing the crucial clues and priorities for each case.

A moment later, a Agent in charge of the missing persons case walked into the office, holding a stack of more detailed investigation materials: "Agent, this is the latest on the missing child case. The child's name is Emily, 10 years old, disappeared three days ago on her way home from school. The family provided some eyewitness clues, but no surveillance cameras captured her whereabouts."

Lynn flipped through the materials, quickly asking: "Did the eyewitness descriptions mention any suspicious vehicles or strangers approaching her?"

The Agent shook his head: "No specific vehicles, but two witnesses mentioned that they seemed to see her talking to a man in a dark hoodie."

Lynn nodded: "Have you checked nearby surveillance for suspicious individuals in dark hoodies?"

"We've checked, but most of the cameras in that area are damaged, so the information available is very limited." The Agent replied helplessly.

"Okay, continue to gather more clues." Lynn closed the file, his gaze firm, "We can start by looking into the suspect's possible identity, checking criminal records in nearby districts to see if there are similar cases. Mark, you're responsible for coordinating with community police Officers to go door-to-door and find more witnesses. No detail can be overlooked."

Mark quickly agreed, picked up his jacket, and prepared to act.

"Oh, and," Lynn added before he left, "leave the serial robbery case files on the desk; I'll study them immediately after handling this case. For the illegal weapons trade intelligence, have the technical department analyze it for now to see if it might be false leads."