Chapter 1167 - Ch: 267-272

Chapter 267 The Next Target

The people in the office split up, while Lynn continued to bury himself in work.

Despite the heavy workload, he remained calm, breaking down every detail into actionable steps.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the evening, Mark returned to the office with several community police officers: "Detective, we found an old man living near the disappearance site.

He said he saw the person in the hoodie get into a red van, and while the license plate wasn't clear, he remembered some of the letters."

Lynn put down the report in his hand, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes: "Excellent, immediately filter nearby vehicles in the database based on the partial license plate information.

We must act quickly; time is crucial for the child's safety."

A few minutes later, the technical department sent back the screening results.

Lynn, along with Mark and several Agents, quickly departed for the address where the target vehicle was registered.

Lynn and Mark, along with their team, arrived at the vehicle's registered address, which was a secluded warehouse.

The red van was quietly parked next to the warehouse, looking exactly like the description in the report.

"Action team, spread out and surround," Lynn ordered in a low voice, "approach only after confirming the surroundings are safe."

The team members quickly followed orders, cautiously approaching the vehicle.

Mark was the first to check the license plate, then frowned: "Detective, this car has a fake plate."

Lynn's heart sank upon hearing this.

He carefully observed the vehicle's exterior and found a fresh scratch on the edge of the car door, which seemed to have appeared recently.

He gestured for his team to open the car door and check inside.

The compartment was empty, with almost no other clues besides a few old boxes and a pungent smell of engine oil.

"Damn it," Mark cursed under his breath, "they're too cunning, even using fake license plates for the car.

We're back to square one."

Lynn didn't speak; he walked to the back of the car, squatted down, and carefully examined the underside.

As his flashlight beam swept across the bottom, he discovered a plastic bag stuck to the underside, containing a crumpled map.

"What is this?" Mark leaned over to take a look.

Lynn carefully took out the map, and when he unfolded it, he found several locations marked with a red pen.

One of the marked points was less than ten kilometers from here, appearing to be an abandoned industrial park.

"This might be their temporary hideout." Lynn stood up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, "Let's go check it out."

The team moved quickly, again splitting up to investigate.

When they arrived at the industrial park, they found it overgrown with weeds and dilapidated buildings, as if no one had been there for a long time.

But in a secluded corner, Lynn noticed a faint tire track.

"Someone's been here," he whispered, pointing to the Marks on the ground, "and recently."

Mark nodded, gesturing for the team members to remain alert.

Lynn led the way along the tire tracks into an abandoned building in the industrial park, finding a door slightly ajar, with faint footsteps echoing from inside.

Lynn raised his hand to signal the team to stop, then quietly approached the door.

He listened for a moment, and after confirming there were indeed people inside, he whispered into his communicator: "Suspicious target found, prepare to breach."

The team members quickly took their positions, and Lynncounted down three seconds with his hand gestures, then pushed open the door and rushed in.

The people inside were clearly not expecting anyone to break in and tried to escape in a panic.

But Lynn's team was well-prepared and quickly apprehended the two men inside the room.

"Who are you?" Lynn asked coldly, "Where is the child?"

The two men exchanged glances, clearly not expecting Lynn to directly mention the child.

They stammered, trying to argue, but Lynn had already gotten his answer from their panicked eyes.

"Take them back to headquarters for interrogation," Lynntold his team, while also beginning to search other areas of the room.

Soon, he found some children's items in the corner: a little girl's hat, a teddy bear, and a pair of shoes clearly worn by a child.

Lynn picked up these items, his gaze becoming more determined.

He knew they were close to the truth, but this rescue operation was not over yet.

"Mark, bring back this evidence," Lynn said, "and at the same time, expand the search area; the child is likely still nearby."

Although the clues were fragmented, Lynn's intuition told him that this time they would not return empty-handed.

Lynn's team quickly conducted a thorough search of the industrial park, with everyone keenly aware of the urgency.

Based on the children's items found inside the room, Lynnconcluded that Emily might still be nearby.

His gaze swept across the dilapidated buildings and overgrown paths; every seemingly calm corner could be hiding a crucial clue.

Mark, with two team members, went around to another abandoned factory building, and after checking it, reported via communicator: "Detective, nothing found here, but we found some drag Marks on the west side, like someone was moving something heavy."

Lynn immediately turned to the west, leading several team members forward quickly.

The drag Marks led to a hidden underground entrance, which appeared to be an abandoned underground warehouse of the industrial park.

The iron gate at the entrance was ajar, covered in thick dust, but the lock part had clearly been recently broken.

"This is likely where they're hiding the person," Lynnwhispered, gesturing for his team to approach, "Mark, take two people around to the other side; we'll focus on the front.

Once we find anything, act immediately."

Mark nodded and led his people around, while Lynncarefully pushed open the iron gate.

Dark stairs extended into the ground, and the air was filled with a stale smell mixed with engine oil.

He led the way in, followed closely by his team, their steps light and cautious.

After descending the stairs, they entered a narrow passage, with faint sounds vaguely coming from a distance.

Lynn raised a finger to signal his team to be quiet, and slowly approached along the wall.

As they got closer, he heard a little girl's soft sobs and an adult man's impatient murmur.

"Shut up, if you cry again, I'll throw you out!" The man's voice was full of threats, followed by the sound of a chair being kicked over.

Lynn's brows furrowed, and he quickly gestured for his team to spread out and surround.

He took a deep breath and burst into the room.

His gun was steadily aimed at the man inside, and he barked in a low voice: "Don't move, FBI!"

The man was clearly startled by this scene; the metal rod in his hand dropped to the floor, and he raised his hands, his voice trembling: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I didn't do anything!"

Lynn gave him a cold glance, then turned to look at the little girl in the corner.

Emily was huddled beside a worn-out sofa, trembling all over, her face still streaked with tears.

"Emily?" Lynn's voice softened slightly as he slowly walked towards her, "I'm with the FBI; your family sent me to find you.

You're safe now."

The little girl hesitated, her eyes filled with fear, but upon seeing Lynn, she finally burst into tears and rushed into his arms.

Lynn knelt on one knee, held her in his embrace, and gently patted her back: "It's okay, it's okay.

We're taking you home."

At the same time, Mark and the other team members also restrained the man and began to search the room.

On the other side of the room were some ropes, tape, and other kidnapping tools, as well as a computer, with several encrypted emails displayed on the screen.

"Detective, this computer might have more clues." Markpicked up the computer, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "This guy definitely didn't just do this once."

Lynn nodded, handed Emily over to a female Agent to look after, then walked towards the kidnapper, his gaze sharp: "You'd better start explaining everything.

Did you act alone, or do you have accomplices?

And what's with these emails?"

The kidnapper was sweating profusely, his voice trembling: "I… I was just working for someone!

Those emails were sent by the employer; I don't even know who they are!

They just paid me to grab a kid to scare someone!"

"Scare someone?" Lynn's voice grew colder, "Who hired you?

Who was the target?"

"I don't know!" The kidnapper's voice was almost a cry, "I've never seen them; I just followed instructions!"

Lynn looked at him, knowing he wasn't lying; such a small-time thug was likely just being manipulated by a larger mastermind.

But the most important thing right now was to ensure Emily's safety.

He stood up and ordered his team: "Take him back to headquarters and interrogate him thoroughly.

Mark, you're responsible for bringing the computer and all evidence back to the technical department; have them start decrypting the emails immediately."

Mark nodded: "Understood."

As they left the industrial park, Emily was safely put into the police car, and Lynn looked at her gradually calming face, feeling a slight sense of relief.

Back at headquarters, Lynn escorted the suspect into the interrogation room.

He sat across the table, his gaze cold as he looked at the other party: "Since you're unwilling to confess, let's start over.

Who hired you?

Through what channel were you contacted?"

The suspect lowered his head, rubbing his hands restlessly: "I already said, I don't know who it is.

They never showed their faces, only sent me instructions via email."

Lynn placed a printed email record on the table, pushing it towards the suspect: "Where did these emails come from?

What device did you use to receive them?

What was your reply?"

The suspect hesitated, swallowed, and said: "I used a laptop, and the emails were sent through an anonymous encrypted platform.

The content was simple; they told me who to abduct, where to take them, and then they paid."

Lynn leaned back in his chair, his gaze like a needle piercing the other party: "How much did they pay you?"

"It varied each time," the suspect whispered, "This time it was five thousand, directly deposited into a virtual account."

"Virtual account?" Lynn frowned, "Specifically, what kind of account?"

"It was a cryptocurrency wallet," the suspect looked up, a hint of fear in his eyes, "I only used that account to withdraw money; I never had direct contact with them."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

He went directly to the technical department and told a technician the information he had just obtained: "The target used cryptocurrency for payment.

This is his wallet information; can we trace the flow of funds?"

The technician pushed up his glasses, opened his computer, and quickly operated: "The anonymity of cryptocurrency is very high, but the transaction records can still be traced.

If we find his wallet address, we can trace the source of the funds in reverse."

"Process it as quickly as possible." Lynn's tone was firm, "This is our only lead right now."

The technician began to analyze the flow of funds, while explaining to Lynn: "Although the cryptocurrency transaction chain is long, if these funds ultimately enter a bank account or are converted into physical assets, we can find the target's identity."

A few hours later, the technician knocked on Lynn's office door, holding a printed report: "Detective, there's been some progress.

This money was transferred through multiple wallets, attempting to conceal the source.

But ultimately, it flowed into the account of a small company.

This company ostensibly does logistics, but the capital flow is extremely abnormal; it seems like a shell company."

Lynn picked up the report and flipped through it, his brows tightly furrowed: "Where is this company registered?"

"Manhattan," the technician replied, "The registered address is in an office building, but our preliminary investigation shows that the office may have never been used."

Lynn nodded: "Very good.

This is our next target."

He immediately called his team together and presented the clue to everyone at the briefing: "We now have reason to suspect that this logistics company is just a front, used to conceal a larger transaction network.

Mark, you are responsible for leading a team to the company's registered address to confirm the situation there.

Erik, you and I will investigate the registration information behind this company to see if we can find the true manipulators."

Mark led his team to the registered address of the logistics company and confirmed that the office had indeed been unused for a long time, lacking even basic office equipment.

Upon returning to headquarters, he reported this situation to Lynn and provided further investigation materials.

"Detective, in this company's registration documents, the legal representative is a man named Harold Winslow, but our preliminary verification shows that this name is fake," Mark said, placing a stack of documents on the table.

Lynn flipped through the documents, his gaze lingering on an unusual financial record: "Here's a sum of money that flowed directly to a private medical research institute.

What's the background of this institute?"

"We checked," Erik interjected, "This research institute is affiliated with a medical technology group, and the group's behind-the-scenes financier is Robert Kavel—a wealthy man suffering from a rare, late-stage disease.

He also has several charitable foundations under his name, but the flow of funds is extremely complex."

"Robert Kavel…" Lynn repeated the name, his brows slightly furrowed, "If he's the financier, then he might be the mastermind."

Erik nodded: "What's more interesting is that this medical technology group has had multiple financial dealings with the Experiment Organization we investigated before.

It seems he's not just a financier; he might also be a direct beneficiary of the experiments."

Lynn pondered for a while, finally making up his mind: "Contact the medical research institute; we need to clarify his specific relationship with these experiments.

At the same time, arrange a team to investigate Kavel's life trajectory and social circle."

Chapter 268 A Transnational Action for Justice

Hours later, Lynn received a complete investigation report from the technical team. The report showed that Robert Kavel was indeed involved in multiple experiment projects, and his illness made him desperately seek any possible treatment. Genetic editing technology was the direction he placed high hopes on.

Lynn leaned back in his chair, his gaze cold: "He's a patient, but that doesn't mean he has the right to trample on other people's lives."

Erik asked softly, "Detective, should we arrest him directly?"

Lynn shook his head: "No. Someone like Kavel will use every means to protect himself. We need more evidence to fully lock down his criminal chain. Contact the Department of Justice to apply for his bank accounts and communication records; we must find direct evidence of his crime."

At the same time, Kate also provided some clues through her journalist network: "Robert Kavel's condition has recently improved, reportedly due to his participation in a'special therapy.' However, his legal and medical teams refuse to comment on external inquiries, clearly concealing something."

"Special therapy..." Lynn noted the phrase, "It's likely a product of genetic experiments. Kate, keep tracking this information, but be careful. He clearly doesn't like anyone getting close to his secrets."

A few days later, Lynn's team discovered through communication records that Kavel had frequent contact with several core members of the Experiment Organization and even issued several direct orders, including the kidnapping of Emily.

"It seems he's not just a financier but also a direct manipulator." Erik slapped the file on the table, "This is the evidence."

Lynn stood up, a cold glint in his eyes: "Very good. Prepare the arrest warrant. We'll go see this wealthy patient and make him pay for everything he's done."

The team acted swiftly, heading to Kavel's private estate. The security measures at the estate were extremely tight, but Lynn was fully prepared.

Lynn led the Agent squad stealthily towards Kavel's estate. Moonlight spilled across the spacious courtyard, illuminating the figures of several patrolling bodyguards. The high walls of the estate were covered with cameras and sensors, but the technical team had already disabled these devices, opening a secure passage for the action team.

"Everyone stay alert," Lynn whispered through his earpiece, "Target's location is in the main building. Act immediately once Kavel's whereabouts are confirmed."

The squad silently moved through the courtyard, avoiding the patrolling bodyguards, and finally arrived at a window outside the main building. Lynn gestured for his team to wait, then scanned the interior of the building with his built-in thermal imager.

"Target is in the study on the second floor," he reported quietly, then led the way, gently pushing open the window and slipping inside.

The study was dimly lit. Robert Kavel sat behind the desk, his gaze fixed intently on a laptop screen. He was clearly unaware of the approaching danger until Lynngently pushed open the study door and aimed his gun at him.

"Robert Kavel, you are under arrest." Lynn's voice was low and calm, "Please put down what's in your hands and raise them."

Kavel slowly raised his head, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a sense of weariness and indifference. He turned off the computer and sighed, "It seems my time has finally come."

"Yes," Lynn responded coldly, "to pay for your actions."

"Pay?" Kavel chuckled, with an almost insane mockery, "You think catching me will end all this? These experiments aren't for me, but for all of humanity. My illness made me see the fragility of life, and genetic editing is the only future."

"You use innocent lives to pursue your own future," Lynnretorted, his voice tinged with anger, "You kidnapped children, destroyed families; your so-called future is nothing but a indulgence of power and selfishness."

Kavel's face turned grim. He slowly stood up, reaching out as if to grab a button on the desk. But Lynn had already seen through his intention and said coldly, "Don't move, or I guarantee you won't have a chance to press anything."

The bodyguards seemed to sense something amiss and began approaching the study. Erik reminded him through the earpiece: "Detective, a large number of targets have appeared on the perimeter. Recommend immediate evacuation."

"Understood." Lynn quickly ordered, "Secure the target, prepare for evacuation."

The team rushed into the study, quickly subdued Kavel, and took his computer and documents with them. At the same time, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the estate, and a large number of bodyguards flooded into the main building, attempting to stop the operation.

"Cover our retreat!" Lynn led the way, and the team suppressed the bodyguards' attacks with precise gunfire, while also protecting Kavel and the evidence.

Amidst the intense exchange of fire, the squad successfully evacuated the main building and reached the rendezvous point. A helicopter parked in the distance quickly lifted them away from the estate. Kavel was handcuffed to his seat, his face pale, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Upon returning to headquarters, Lynn immediately began interrogating Kavel. He handed the documents and computer found at the estate to the technical team, then sat in the interrogation room, coldly watching the once arrogant tycoon.

"Your Experiment Organization has been destroyed, and your partners are being liquidated," Lynn's voice was cold, "Now, you only have one choice, and that is to confess everything. Otherwise, you will spend the rest of your life with the worst charges."

Kavel was silent for a moment, then finally whispered, "I know I can't escape, but you won't understand what these experiments mean to me... This isn't just for me, but for the possibility of eternal life, for escaping disease and death."

Lynn's gaze did not waver: "You want eternal life, but you sacrificed countless lives. Your selfishness has destroyed too many people."

The next morning, as Lynn had just walked into his office, Mark rushed in, his face grim: "Detective, we conducted a thorough search of Kavel's estate last night and found several children imprisoned in the cellar."

Lynn suddenly looked up, a flash of anger in his eyes: "How are they?"

"Fortunately, they were not injured, and their physical condition is stable, but they have clearly suffered immense psychological trauma." Mark handed the report to Lynn. "According to preliminary investigations, these children are likely victims of previous missing persons cases. They were held in the cellar as backup subjects for experiments."

Lynn looked at the photos in the report. In the pictures, the children's small figures were huddled in the corner of the cellar, their eyes filled with terror and helplessness. He frowned deeply and said in a low voice, "Immediately contact psychologists and relevant agencies to ensure these children are properly settled. We cannot let their nightmare continue."

Mark nodded: "It's already arranged. The psychological counseling team will arrive within an hour. Also, I found that some of these children's families have been searching for them, and some even thought they were..."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then decisively said: "Prioritize notifying these children's families, but ensure the psychological team has intervened before the meeting. We must ensure the children's emotions are not further stimulated."

Soon, the psychological counseling team arrived at headquarters. Lynn personally greeted them and briefly explained the situation. An elderly Doctor patted Lynn's shoulder, his voice comforting: "Don't worry, Detective, we will do our best to help these children return to normal lives."

At the same time, Lynn reported the latest developments of the case to his superiors. His voice was calm and firm: "Kavel's crimes are not only illegal experiments but also involve child trafficking and imprisonment. His punishment must match his crimes."

His superiors agreed and promised to prioritize the case for trial.

As the children gradually recovered some of their emotions, Lynn entered the lounge and softly asked the oldest boy: "How were you brought there?"

The boy hesitated, then whispered: "We were all tricked. They said they would take us to a safe place, but instead, they locked us up."

Lynn patiently continued to ask: "Are there others? Did you hear them mention anything important?"

The boy nodded: "Once I heard them say they were going to send us to other places, but then the plan seemed to change, and we were just kept there."

Lynn frowned, feeling that things might be far more complicated than they appeared. Perhaps there were more victims, or some parts of the experiment network were still operating.

He turned to Mark and said: "Have the technical team continue to analyze the estate's communication records and monitoring data to see if there are any overlooked clues. At the same time, assign a dedicated person to follow up on these children's situations to ensure they are not further harmed."

Mark nodded: "Understood, I'll get on it right away."

As the children gradually recovered, Lynn watched them show faint smiles under the guidance of the Doctor, and he felt a slight sense of relief.

Lynn knew that rescuing the children from Kavel's cellar was just the beginning. If other parts of this trafficking and experiment chain were still operating, it meant more children were still in danger. This thought kept him from relaxing, and he immediately began to plan his next moves.

Through further investigation of Kavel's estate, the technical team discovered a hidden communication chain. These messages not only implicated other criminal gangs but also revealed a vast, interstate trafficking network. This network used fake charities and disguised social service agencies to take children away from their families, ultimately sending them to secret experiment facilities or other illegal locations.

Lynn reported these findings to his superiors and received full support. He quickly assembled a special action team and launched a joint operation with the Manhattan Police Department, the Federal Child Protection Agency, and law enforcement agencies from other states.

"According to our intelligence, the network's next target is to transfer a batch of children to another state via the port." Lynn pointed to the map during the briefing, "They're using a company as a cover, transporting what appears to be ordinary cargo, but we have evidence that children are hidden inside."

"Our mission is to intercept this cargo, rescue the trafficked children, and apprehend all suspects involved. No detail can be overlooked."

The action team prepared tensely, and Lynn personally led the team to the port. They disguised themselves as cargo inspectors, meticulously checking suspicious containers. As night fell, the target vehicle finally appeared. An inconspicuous truck slowly drove into the warehouse and met with a group of porters.

"Everyone prepare to move," Lynn ordered softly through his earpiece, then led the charge.

The truck driver clearly didn't expect an ambush and tried to start the engine to escape, but was quickly surrounded by the Agents. When the container at the back of the truck was opened, several trembling children were indeed hidden inside. Lynn went forward to check, and after confirming they were unharmed, immediately arranged for the psychological team to intervene.

At the same time, other team members secured the criminal suspects at the scene and found more clues from their communication devices. These clues pointed to a high-end apartment in the city center, the hiding place of a core manipulator of this network.

Lynn didn't hesitate for a moment and led his team straight to the apartment. Upon arriving at the scene, they found the manipulator preparing to destroy documents. His hand had just touched a lighter when Lynn's gun was steadily aimed at his chest.

"Put down what's in your hand," Lynn ordered coldly, "or you'll regret it."

The man trembled slightly, trying to feign composure: "You won't catch anything. I'm just an intermediary. The real big shots, you don't even know their names."

Lynn advanced step by step, unyielding: "We will know, the question is whether you want to spend a few more years in prison."

Ultimately, the man was subdued and revealed more details about the upper echelons of the network. Through this information, Lynn's team was able to further investigate, gradually dismantling the entire trafficking network structure.

During several weeks of continuous operations, they raided multiple strongholds and rescued dozens of trafficked children. Lynn led his team into criminal dens hidden behind legitimate businesses, some disguised as orphanages, others under the guise of educational institutions, but in reality, conducting illegal transactions.

Each raid was accompanied by danger and unease, yet Lynn always remained calm. He knew that time and resources did not allow for any mistakes.

In one operation, they discovered a room in a warehouse holding over a dozen children. The children had been injected with unknown drugs; their bodies were weak, but their minds were still clear. Lynn picked up the smallest girl, who clutched his clothes tightly and softly asked, "Uncle, can we go home now?"

Lynn's throat tightened, and he gently replied, "Yes, you can go home now."

These rescue operations sparked a strong reaction in Manhattan. The media widely reported on the efforts of the police and FBI, and the public was deeply saddened by the children's plight. Kate even wrote an in-depth report, exposing the entire network's modus operandi and the dark secrets behind it, while also calling on all sectors of society to strengthen child protection.

Lynn did not relax because of the success; he understood that some key figures had yet to be apprehended. Finally, through a clue from a transnational organization, they discovered a list of potential overseas buyers. These buyers had direct connections with the Experiment Organization, clearly the ultimate clients of the trafficking network.

Lynn immediately handed this intelligence to Interpol and launched a joint investigation with law enforcement agencies from other countries. This was not just a local cleanup, but a transnational act of justice.

Chapter 269 True Protection

Months later, the main manipulators of the entire network were all captured.

Manhattan returned to peace, but Lynn's heart remained heavy.

He knew that such crimes would not completely disappear with one operation, but he also deeply believed that as long as they continued to work hard, they could save more children from harm.

At the end of the operation, Lynn returned to the office and flipped through the summary report.

Mark pushed the door open, a relaxed smile on his face: "Detective, latest news, most of the rescued children have been reunited with their families.

The psychological team says their recovery is going well."

Lynn put down the documents in his hand, revealing a relieved smile: "This is the most important thing."

The next morning, as Lynn walked into the office, he saw Kate waiting for him at the door.

Her expression held a hint of elusive playfulness, and she held a stack of documents in her arms, as if she was specifically waiting for him.

"You came so early, is there something urgent?" Lynnasked, casually hanging his coat on the back of his chair.

Kate put down the documents, her smile growing wider: "Not urgent, but quite important to me.

My nephew, Jamie, has recently become obsessed with hero stories, and you are now his number one idol."

Lynn raised an eyebrow: "Hero?

Kate, that label doesn't suit me.

I'm just doing my job."

"In his eyes, you're not only a hero, but also super cool," Kate said with a light laugh, "He said if he had the chance, he'd most want'Super Detective' Lynn to go to the amusement park with him."

Lynn was a bit surprised: "Amusement park?"

Kate nodded, her tone carrying a hint of a plea: "Jamiereally wants to go recently, but his dad is too busy with work and doesn't have time to accompany him.

He heard we were friends, so he specifically asked me to ask you.

To be honest, I also feel he needs some special companionship; this child has been under a lot of stress lately because of changing schools."

Lynn smiled slightly and whispered: "Kate, you know my schedule is very full."

Kate sighed in feigned disappointment: "I know you're busy, but Jamie really looks up to you.

If you had a little time, even just a few hours, it would make him happy for a long time."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, Kate.

You win.

Tell Jamie, I'll take him to the amusement park tomorrow."

Kate's face instantly broke into a radiant smile: "Thank you, Lynn.

He'll surely jump for joy."

The next morning, Lynn arrived punctually at Kate's doorstep.

Jamie was already waiting at the door, wearing a T-shirt with a superhero design, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Uncle Lynn!" Jamie ran over and hugged Lynn's leg, looking up at him with eyes full of admiration, "Mom said you're really taking me to the amusement park!"

Lynn smiled and patted his head: "That's right, but you have to be obedient, otherwise we won't be able to complete all the adventures."

"I'll definitely be obedient!" Jamie nodded vigorously, his smile as bright as sunshine.

Kate stood by, watching the scene, a warm smile also gracing her lips: "He was so excited this morning that he ate an extra bowl of breakfast.

You made his dream come true."

Lynn waved his hand: "Not quite making dreams come true, but I'll try my best to make sure he has fun."

The entrance to the amusement park was packed with people, but Jamie was fearless, pulling Lynn's hand and excitedly shouting, pointing at various rides: "I want to ride that! And that!"

Lynn looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "Jamie, you have to do them one by one.

How about we first queue up for the roller coaster?"

"Okay!" Jamie jumped up, tightly grasping Lynn's hand.

While queuing, Jamie chattered incessantly, asking all sorts of questions: "Uncle Lynn, have you really caught bad guys?

Are those bad guys all really scared of you?

Don't you think being a Detective is especially dangerous?"

Lynn patiently replied: "Yes, I've caught many bad guys.

But they're not scared of me, they're scared of the law.

As for danger, my job does have some risks, but protecting everyone's safety is worth it."

Jamie listened intently, finally concluding: "When I grow up, I want to be a Detective too, and protect others just like you!"

Lynn smiled and nodded: "Then you need to study hard now; that's the first step to becoming a Detective."

As the roller coaster sped forward, Jamie initially kept his eyes tightly shut, but soon let go of his fear, spreading his arms and shouting: "Uncle Lynn, this is so much fun!

Let's do it again!"

Over the next few hours, they rode the carousel, Riptide, and bumper cars.

Jamie had endless energy, and while Lynn was a bit tired, he was infected by Jamie's enthusiasm, following him to fully experience the joy of childhood.

At lunchtime, the three sat in the amusement park restaurant.

Jamie ate his hot dog, animatedly describing his feelings: "Today is truly my happiest day!

Uncle Lynn, do you think I'm brave?"

Lynn handed him a glass of juice and said with a smile: "Of course you're brave.

Today you not only rode the roller coaster, but you also challenged the haunted house by yourself.

Not all children dare to do that."

Jamie proudly puffed out his chest: "Then I'll definitely be as brave as you in the future!"

Kate watched the scene and couldn't help but interject: "Jamie, bravery isn't just catching bad guys; it's also not giving up when facing difficulties, like changing to a new school and making new friends."

Jamie nodded, looking thoughtfully at Kate: "Mom is right, I will try hard to make new friends and not disappoint you."

Lynn patted his head, his voice gentle: "As long as you try, Jamie, we will all be proud of you."

As evening fell, the lights of the amusement park lit up.

Jamie seemed a bit tired, but a satisfied smile remained on his face.

On the way home, he leaned on Lynn's shoulder and whispered: "Uncle Lynn, you're really amazing.

Today was my best day."

Lynn smiled at Kate, whose eyes were also full of gratitude and warmth.

Lynn softly replied to Jamie: "As long as you're happy, I'm happy."

When Lynn dropped them off at their doorstep, Jamiewas already asleep in Kate's arms.

Kate quietly said to Lynn: "Thank you, Lynn.

Today was really special for him."

Lynn waved his hand: "You're welcome, it's what I should do.

Jamie is a good child; he deserves this."

Watching Kate carry Jamie into the house, Lynn returned to his car, started it, and drove into the night-shrouded Manhattan.

The next morning, as Lynn emerged from the headquarters' regular meeting, he saw Jamie standing at the office door, his small face tightly drawn, as if he had something important to say.

Upon seeing Lynn, he immediately ran over and grabbed his hand.

"Uncle Lynn, I have something very important to tell you!" Jamie's eager and serious demeanor made Lynn pause slightly.

"What is it?" Lynn squatted down to be at his eye level, trying to keep his tone light, "Take your time, don't rush."

Jamie looked left and right, and after making sure no one else was around, he lowered his voice and said: "There's a bad kid at my school, he often scares other classmates, and he even broke a desk in the classroom.

Everyone is afraid to go near him, I think he must be a bad guy."

Lynn raised an eyebrow; Jamie's earnestness made him a little amused, but he didn't jump to conclusions, instead asking: "Jamie, are you sure he's a bad guy?

Or is he just a bit strange, making people not want to approach him?"

"He's really strange!" Jamie nodded vigorously, "He always sits alone in the corner and doesn't talk to us.

Last time I saw his eyes suddenly turn gold, and it looked like he crushed the desk when he used force!"

Lynn's heart stirred; golden eyes and unusual strength, this sounded like a Mutant's ability.

He gently patted Jamie's shoulder and said softly: "Jamie, I know you want to protect your classmates, which is why you told me this.

Uncle will go to the school to see if this classmate has a problem, okay?"

Jamie nodded, relieved, and said: "Okay!

Uncle, I'll take you to him!"

In the afternoon, Lynn followed Jamie to the school, and after getting permission from the principal, found the "bad kid" Jamie had mentioned.

He was sitting in the corner of the playground, head down, hugging his knees, looking out of place among the other children.

As Lynn approached, he visibly stiffened, glancing at Lynnout of the corner of his eye, but quickly lowered his head again, trying to avoid Lynn's gaze.

"You're Allen, right?" Lynn squatted beside him, his voice gentle, "I'm Lynn, Jamie's uncle.

I heard you haven't been very happy lately; can I talk to you?"

Allen looked up, his eyes indeed a faint gold, and he looked at Lynn nervously, like a startled small animal, asking in a low voice: "Are you here to scold me too?"

"Of course not," Lynn shook his head, smiling slightly, "I just want to know why you always sit here alone."

Allen was silent for a moment, then finally said in a low voice: "They all hate me.

They say I'm a monster, that my eyes are scary.

And once I accidentally broke a desk, and they all laughed at me, saying I was a Destroyer."

Lynn felt a pang in his heart; he realized this child wasn't bad, but was misunderstood because of his abilities.

He sighed, his voice even gentler: "Allen, you're not a monster.

You're just a little different from others, but that doesn't mean you're bad."

Allen looked up at him, a hint of suspicion and grievance in his eyes: "But they don't want to play with me, and they don't talk to me."

Lynn reached out and gently patted his shoulder: "I know being isolated feels bad, but have you ever thought that maybe they just don't understand you?

If you try to tell them who you are, maybe the result will be different."

Allen lowered his head, seemingly pondering Lynn's words.

Lynn waited patiently, not rushing to offer advice.

After a while, Allen finally spoke: "But what if I tell them and they get even more scared of me?"

"That's because they don't understand," Lynn said, "Fear usually comes from the unknown.

If you let them understand you, they'll find that you're not what they thought you were."

To help Allen, Lynn contacted the school teachers and worked with them to devise some methods, such as arranging for Allen to participate in group activities, encouraging other children to interact with him, and also helping Allen control his abilities to avoid unintentionally scaring others.

Over the next few days, Lynn often visited Allen at school.

He found that Allen gradually began to integrate with his classmates; although the process was slow, at least he had taken the first step.

Once, Lynn saw Allen and Jamie playing a game together, and Jamie even took his hand and introduced him to the other children: "This is Allen, he's very strong, he can lift me with one hand!"

Allen showed a shy smile; although a little uncomfortable, his eyes no longer held the initial fear and inferiority.

After school, Jamie ran up to Lynn, excitedly saying: "Uncle Lynn, Allen is playing with us now!

He's really fun, and he even teaches me origami!"

Lynn patted his head, smiling with satisfaction: "I told you he wasn't a bad kid; he just needed someone to give him a chance."

Jamie nodded, saying seriously: "If I meet strange classmates again in the future, I'll definitely get to know them first, and I won't just think they're bad guys anymore."

Lynn's heart was filled with satisfaction; he knew that helping Allen not only changed a child's life but also taught Jamie and his classmates tolerance and understanding.

This was the result he most wanted to see as a Detective— not just protection, but also education and guidance, allowing everyone to find their place.

On the way home, Lynn looked back in the direction of the school, thinking silently: Perhaps this is more important than catching bad guys, teaching these children to accept each other, to find a common language in diversity.

This is true protection, protecting their future.

After school, Lynn decided to visit Allen's home.

He felt that Allen's reclusiveness and inferiority not only came from the school environment but were likely also related to his family situation.

Lynn hoped to further understand the story behind this child by communicating with Allen's family.

Allen's home was located in an old neighborhood on the edge of Manhattan; the buildings looked a bit dilapidated, but the streets were clean and tidy.

Lynn knocked on the door, and after a while, an elderly man with white hair opened it.

His eyes held a hint of vigilance, but upon seeing Lynn in plain clothes, a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, I'm Lynn, Allen's… friend," Lynn introduced himself, his tone gentle, "I'd like to talk to you about Allen's situation; may I come in?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and opened the door: "Please come in, I'm his Grandpa, Henry."

After Lynn entered, he looked around the room and found that the furnishings were simple but clean.

On the wall hung several family photos, one of which was Allen as a child with a middle-aged couple.

"Allen's parents?" Lynn asked, pointing to the photo.

Henry's expression immediately darkened; he slowly sat down and sighed: "Yes… that was three years ago.

They disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Lynn sat across from Henry, his gaze filled with concern, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Chapter 270: No Time to Raise the Alarm

Henry was silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts, then whispered, "Allen's parents were ordinary people.

They loved him and cared for him, but one day three years ago, they suddenly didn't come home.

Since then, there has been no news of them."

Lynn frowned, "Did you call the Police?"

"Of course, I called the Police." Henry's tone was helpless, "But the Police found no clues.

Their phones and credit cards were never used, as if they had vanished into thin air."

Lynn nodded, clearly this was a highly suspicious disappearance: "What about Allen?

Did he know about this at the time?"

"He was still young, so we didn't tell him the truth, only that his parents went to work in a faraway place." Henrysighed, "But he was a smart kid, and slowly began to realize they wouldn't be coming back.

Since then, he became increasingly withdrawn."

Lynn's heart felt heavy.

He looked at Henry's tired face and could feel the old man's hardship in raising Allen alone, as well as his endless worry about his children's whereabouts.

"Mr. Henry, if you permit, I would like to reinvestigate this matter." Lynn's tone was serious, "Perhaps I can find some new clues and help you solve this mystery."

Henry looked at Lynn, his eyes showing a complex emotion of hope mixed with doubt: "Can you really?

It's been three years, we've almost given up…"

"I don't guarantee I'll find the answer, but I'll do my best." Lynn said firmly.

Henry was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, I'll give you all the information from back then.

Thank you, Lynn."

Lynn took a stack of old Police reports and some family documents from Henry.

He bid farewell to Henry, and upon returning to the office, immediately began to study the materials.

The missing person report showed that Allen's parents, Katherine and George Miller, had gone to a friend's dinner party together, but they never reached their destination.

The Police found their vehicle in surveillance footage along the way, but the vehicle disappeared after a secluded section of road, seemingly deliberately avoiding all surveillance.

"Deliberately avoiding surveillance…" Lynn murmured, vaguely feeling that this was no ordinary disappearance.

He handed the report to the technical team, asking them to retrieve the surveillance records from that time and look for any overlooked clues.

At the same time, he began to investigate Katherine and George's backgrounds, trying to find possible motives.

A few days later, the technical team returned with an important discovery—near the section of road where the vehicle disappeared, a car had appeared multiple times in surveillance.

The owner's information showed a private security company.

This company had been involved in some shady dealings but had never been convicted.

Lynn took a deep breath, vaguely sensing that this disappearance might be more deeply involved.

Through further investigation, Lynn discovered that this private security company recently had financial dealings with a biotechnology company.

And this company's research area happened to involve Mutant genetic experiments.

"Genetic experiments again…" Lynn's fists involuntarily clenched, clearly this clue was somehow connected to the Experiment Organization he had investigated before.

Lynn contacted several reliable Agents and decided to personally go to this security company for investigation.

Outside the company, he and the Agents disguised themselves as ordinary customers and entered, making contact with the person in charge under the pretense of consulting services.

During the conversation, Lynn noticed the person in charge mentioned a remote "Training Base," which was used by the company for "special missions."

This place was clearly related to the disappearance of Katherine and George.

That night, Lynn led his team to the "Training Base."

They found strict defensive measures on the periphery, but successfully infiltrated after precise deployment.

Inside the Base, an administrator was captured, and under Lynn's interrogation, finally confessed the truth: Katherineand George had inadvertently learned some secrets about the genetic experiments that year and became targets of the Experiment Organization.

They were captured here, forced to participate in experiments, and then transferred to other locations.

"Where are they now?" Lynn pressed.

The administrator's face was pale, his voice trembling: "I don't know… They were sent to a higher-level facility, I'm only responsible for basic security…"

Although he hadn't directly found Allen's parents, Lynnknew he was close to the truth.

He compiled all the intelligence and contacted his superior, requesting to expand the investigation and track the remaining forces of the genetic experiments.

Lynn compiled all the investigation materials into a detailed report and submitted it to his superior, hoping to use more resources to track down the whereabouts of Allen's parents.

However, a few days later, he was summoned to his superior's office, and the document in front of him was pushed back onto the desk by his superior.

"Lynn, I understand your enthusiasm, and I understand your desire to help this family find answers." The superior's tone didn't sound harsh, but the meaning of rejection in his words was unmistakable, "But this matter has been three years, and there isn't enough evidence to show that this is a valuable case."

Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calmly retort: "Officer, the connection we found between the security company and the Experiment Organization, as well as this 'Training Base,' all indicate that their disappearance is not an ordinary case.

This clue might involve more criminal activities."

The superior shook his head: "The possibility is not enough to support us in using large-scale resources for investigation.

Moreover, the last genetic experiment operation has already consumed a lot of manpower, and we cannot invest too much in similar cases again.

I'm sorry, Lynn, but you have to drop this case."

Lynn was silent for a moment, knowing that further argument would be futile.

He nodded and put the document back into his folder: "Understood, Officer."

After leaving the office, Lynn's hand involuntarily clenched the folder.

His mood was not calm, but it wasn't due to anger, but a deeper persistence.

No matter what, he couldn't put this case aside, especially when he saw Allen's eyes, his conviction grew even stronger.

Back in his office, Lynn sat at his desk flipping through the materials, trying to find a breakthrough from the existing information.

Not long after, Mark pushed the door open, a hint of unease on his face.

"I heard." Mark closed the door and sat opposite Lynn, "The superior didn't approve continued investigation, right?"

Lynn nodded, pushing the folder aside: "Yes.

They believe this case isn't worth the resources."

Mark looked at him, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Detective, I can help you.

Just the two of us, although we don't have all the resources, we can try our best."

Lynn looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Mark, this might get you into trouble.

After all, this is no longer within our jurisdiction."

Mark showed a determined smile: "What's trouble?

You always taught us that justice shouldn't compromise because of difficulties.

Since you're not giving up, neither will I."

Lynn's lips curved into a slight smile: "Alright, since you're willing, then let's do it together."

The two re-organized the materials and began to thoroughly investigate the personnel list related to the security company and the "Training Base."

They found that this company had employed several individuals connected to the Experiment Organization, and one of them had recently appeared near Manhattan.

"This is a breakthrough." Lynn pointed to a document and said, "This person is Erik Dune, formerly the logistics manager of the Experiment Organization, and he likely knows more clues about Katherine and George's whereabouts."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Mark stood up, grabbed his jacket, "Let's go find him."

The two followed the clues to Erik's address, an old apartment building in Manhattan.

Lynn and Mark, pretending to be ordinary Agents, knocked on his door under the pretext of a routine investigation.

Erik clearly hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him.

When he saw the two, his expression instantly became tense, but quickly returned to calm: "Two Agents, is something wrong?"

"We have some questions about your past employment records that need to be confirmed." Lynn's tone was calm, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife, "May I ask, did you handle any matters for 'Katherine and George Miller' three years ago?"

Erik's face changed instantly, but he tried to hide it, feigning confusion: "Mr. and Mrs. Miller?

No, I don't remember that name."

Lynn sneered, his gaze still fixed on him: "Are you sure you don't remember?

Or are you saying you don't want to remember?"

Erik was forced to step back, his eyes beginning to flicker: "I… I don't know what you're talking about."

Mark suddenly stepped forward, pressing him with his shoulder: "Stop pretending, Dune.

We know you're involved with the Experiment Organization, and we know you participated in that security company's 'Training Base' operation.

You'd better cooperate now, otherwise, we have ways to make you talk."

A layer of cold sweat seeped from Erik's forehead.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally broke down and said: "Alright, alright!

I do know something, but I was only responsible for transportation, I didn't do anything else."

"Then tell us everything you know." Lynn's tone was as cold as ice.

Erik swallowed, speaking intermittently: "That couple… they were sent to a more secret Experiment Base, I was responsible for arranging the vehicle… But I don't know the exact address, I only know the Base's codename is 'Daedalus,' and it's far from the city."

"Daedalus?" Lynn quickly wrote down the name, "What else?

Who is in charge of this Base?"

"I really don't know anymore!

They never let me participate in core matters." Erik almost burst into tears, "I've already told you everything I know!"

Lynn looked at him coldly for a moment, then said to Mark: "Take this information back and continue to investigate the 'Daedalus' clue."

Erik slumped in the chair, watching Lynn and Mark leave.

Lynn knew that things were starting to break through, but there was still a long way to go to the truth.

Back in the office, Lynn and Mark entered the codename "Daedalus" into the database.

After several hours of searching, they found that it seemed to be an independent facility, with only weak ties to other strongholds of the Experiment Organization.

"This might be their most secret place." Lynn pondered, "We must find its exact location."

Mark nodded, saying firmly: "Detective, we've come this far, we can't stop now, no matter what."

Night enveloped the security company's Training Base, and a deathly silence reigned all around, with only the occasional patrol lights sweeping the area.

Lynn and Mark, with a small team, were hidden behind a patch of overgrown bushes, closely watching the Base's entrance.

"Target confirmed, two guards at the main gate, at least two surveillance vehicles patrolling the perimeter." Markreported in a low voice through his night vision binoculars.

Lynn nodded, quietly commanding: "We'll split into two groups.

The main assault team will create a diversion at the front, and the infiltration team will go around to the back and sneak in.

Act quickly, and make sure not to alert them."

The team members quickly divided into two groups, and Lynn led the infiltration team around to the side of the Base.

They moved along the wall, avoiding the camera's surveillance range, and soon found an entrance to a ventilation duct.

Mark led the main assault team to create slight noise at the main gate, attracting the guards' attention and buying Lynn time.

"Are the cutting tools ready?" Lynn looked at a team member.

The team member nodded, took out a portable cutting machine, and silently cut open the ventilation duct's grate.

Lynn led the way into the duct, followed closely by the infiltration team.

The Base was silent, with only the occasional sound of footsteps from a distance breaking the quiet.

The end of the ventilation duct was a storage room.

Lynn opened the grate, carefully poked his head out, and after confirming it was safe, led his team members to jump down.

"This should be the material storage area." Mark's voice came through the earpiece, "We're distracting the perimeter patrol, you have ten minutes."

Lynn motioned for his team members to spread out and search, and soon found some seemingly important files in a pile of filing cabinets.

He quickly flipped through a few pages, his brows slightly furrowing: "These documents mention 'Daedalus' and experimental data, but no specific location."

"Keep searching." He ordered in a low voice.

The team members moved quickly, collecting all the documents and electronic devices in the storage room.

Just then, the footsteps outside suddenly grew heavier, as if someone was approaching the storage room.

"Someone's coming." A team member whispered a warning.

Lynn quickly directed his team members to hide in the shadows, while he himself hid behind the door, gripping the pistol in his hand.

The door was pushed open, and two armed guards walked in.

Their eyes scanned the room, and one of them frowned and said: "Heard something over here just now, check it out."

Just as one of them walked towards the filing cabinet, Lynn suddenly darted out from behind the door, striking him on the back of the neck with the gun butt, and another team member quickly subdued the other guard.

The two didn't even have time to raise an alarm.

"Clear the scene." Lynn whispered.

They dragged the guards aside, closed the door again, and continued to search for files.

A few minutes later, Mark's voice came through the earpiece again: "The main gate guards have changed shifts, but we don't have much time to distract them.

You need to speed up."

"Understood." Lynn quickly flipped through the files and finally found some key content in one of the archives: "Katherine and George Miller… marked as 'Experiment Subjects'… transferred to Daedalus Base for 'Genetic Ability Testing.'"

Chapter 271 Getting Into Trouble

His gaze grew even colder: "Mark, we've found proof of their involvement in the Experiment. But we still need to confirm Daedalus's location."

"Understood, we'll continue to hold off the guards," Markresponded.

Lynn packed all the documents he found into a bag, then led his team deeper into the Base. They entered a laboratory and discovered more instruments and equipment, clearly used for genetic research.

"These devices are still running," a team member said after checking, "which means they've been conducting Experiments recently."

Lynn glanced at the specimens on the Experiment table, his brow furrowed: "These Experiment specimens… are clearly the result of artificially implanted Mutant genes. They are trying to create enhanced individuals."

"These lunatics," another team member muttered.

"Keep taking photos, record all equipment and samples," Lynn commanded. "These are important evidence."

Just as they were busy, an alarm suddenly blared through the Base, its piercing sound echoing through the corridors.

"Our actions have been discovered!" Mark's voice came through the earpiece. "The front gate guards have strengthened their defenses; you need to evacuate quickly!"

Lynn made a decisive call: "Retreat, take all the evidence. The assault team will cover our exit."

The team members quickly packed up their equipment and documents and retreated down another corridor. However, more guards had already appeared on both sides of the passage, attempting to block their path.

Lynn took the lead, opening Fire and suppressing the enemy with precise shooting, while directing his team to find a new exit. They fought their way to the back door of the Base, where they found a spare truck parked outside.

"Get in the truck, quickly!" Lynn shouted while shooting.

The team members quickly jumped into the truck. Lynnwas the last one in, smashing the rear window with his rifle butt to monitor the pursuers. The truck quickly started and sped out of the Base.

"There's a small road behind the Base that leads to the main road; we can lose them there," Mark provided guidance over the comms.

The truck sped along, with several pursuing vehicles close behind. Lynn used the rifle from the back of the truck to precisely hit the tires of the pursuing vehicles, forcing them to stop one by one.

"Well done!" Mark's voice held a hint of excitement.

A few minutes later, they successfully shook off their pursuers and drove into an abandoned industrial area. Lynn ordered the truck to stop, and after confirming all team members were safe, he let out a sigh of relief.

"We need to get this evidence back to headquarters as soon as possible," Lynn looked at the bag full of documents, his gaze calm and resolute. "These things are enough to prove Allen's parents were involved in the Experiment, but more importantly, they can reveal the true face of Daedalus."

Mark nodded and patted Lynn's shoulder: "Detective, you did it. This is just the first step; we will definitely find them."

Lynn brought all the documents from the security company's training Base back to headquarters and worked overtime with Mark late into the night. They analyzed the documents one by one and finally found a shocking clue in a personnel file.

"Detective, these people are not just employees of the security company," Mark said, pointing to a table. "Many of the people listed here are connected to other missing persons cases we investigated before. Although these cases seem unrelated, the backgrounds of the missing persons have some similarities."

Lynn picked up the document and read it carefully, discovering that many of the missing persons were parents from ordinary families or young single individuals, and these families often had one characteristic—their children or relatives showed some potential special abilities, or were even suspected Mutants.

"These people may not be randomly missing targets," Lynn said in a deep voice. "The Experiment Organizationmight have selected them to study the heritability of Mutant genes or to cultivate more stable Mutantabilities."

Mark nodded in agreement: "And members of these families might become their next targets. We need to expand our investigation and see how many more hidden connections there are behind these missing cases."

To delve deeper, Lynn decided to contact the families of the missing persons, hoping to gain more clues from them. The next day, he and Mark drove to the home of one of the missing persons. She was a middle-aged woman whose husband had disappeared three years ago after going out late one night and never returned.

"I've gotten used to this pain," the woman handed Lynn a cup of coffee, her eyes full of exhaustion. "The Police told me he might have just run away, but I know he wouldn't. He was a good husband and would never leave me and our child."

Lynn flipped through the photos she provided and saw a family photo: the missing husband was holding their son, who was playing with a toy train model, a naive smile on his face.

"Is your son doing well now?" Lynn asked carefully.

"He's very brave, but also very scared," the woman's voice choked slightly. "Ever since his father disappeared, he always has nightmares, saying someone is trying to catch him. He rarely goes out now and doesn't play with other children."

Lynn nodded, then took a note from his pocket and handed it to the woman: "This is my contact information. If you or your child encounter anything suspicious, please contact me immediately."

After leaving the woman's home, Lynn and Mark sat in the car in silence for a moment. Lynn looked out the window and said softly: "The breaking of these families is not only the consequence of crime, but also the cold-bloodedness of these manipulators behind the scenes."

Mark gripped the steering wheel, his voice tinged with anger: "Detective, we must expose all of this. This is not just for Allen's parents, but for these innocent families."

Over the next few days, Lynn and Mark successively visited the families of multiple missing persons, discovering more unsettling commonalities. These missing persons often exhibited some abnormal behaviors before being abducted, such as receiving anonymous emails, going out inexplicably at night, or even being followed by strangers.

Even more concerning, they found that some of the families' children also began to show signs of being monitored or threatened after the disappearances. Lynnrealized that the Experiment Organization's tentacles might still be active, ready to snatch away more victims at any time.

Through this information, Lynn and Mark drew a complex network diagram, connecting the time, location, and background of all missing cases. They found that most of the missing persons' last known locations were concentrated in several specific areas, and these areas were all related to the activities of the security company and the Experiment Organization.

"We need more support," Mark said. "These clues already point to a vast network, and if we can't stop them, the number of missing victims will only increase."

Lynn pondered for a moment and decided to temporarily bypass the restrictions from his superiors and directly contact reliable colleagues in other departments. He passed the investigation materials to an old friend working at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who quickly helped him obtain more internal documents related to the security company and the Experiment Organization.

"This company's capital flow is abnormal," his friend told Lynn over the phone. "They are transferring funds through multiple offshore accounts, and a portion of these funds eventually flows to a clandestine biological laboratory located in the suburbs of Manhattan."

Lynn quickly added this information to the investigation and decided to personally go to this laboratory. He and Mark led a small team, quietly approaching the area where the laboratory was located late at night.

The laboratory appeared to be an ordinary warehouse from the outside, but it was heavily guarded internally. Lynn observed for a while and found that the main gate had heavy locks, and surveillance cameras were all around.

"It seems they've hidden a lot of secrets here," Markwhispered.

"We'll split into two groups," Lynn decided. "One group will create a diversion, and the other will infiltrate through the side door."

The operation quickly commenced. Mark led the assault team to distract the guards, and Lynn and the infiltration team successfully entered the laboratory. They found that the laboratory contained a large amount of Experiment equipment and chemical reagents, as well as some marked freezers.

"These freezers might contain samples of Experiment subjects," a team member said.

Lynn nodded and began to carefully check the labels on the freezers. He found that one of the cabinets was labeled "Miller—K & C," clearly the codenames for Katherine and George.

"We found their names," Lynn's voice held a hint of excitement. "But these are just samples; they themselves might have been transferred elsewhere."

Just then, an alarm suddenly blared, and the lights in the laboratory turned a dazzling red.

"We've been exposed!" Mark's voice came through the earpiece. "Reinforcements are arriving outside; we must evacuate quickly!"

Lynn quickly ordered: "Take all the documents and samples you can. We must get these things out before the enemy."

The squad burst out of the laboratory amidst intense gunfire. Although they encountered stubborn resistance, they ultimately successfully evacuated. They brought all the evidence back to headquarters and contacted more reliable technical personnel for analysis.

Through this operation, Lynn finally found more crucial information about Katherine and George. They were marked as "high-value targets" by the Experiment Organization, and their current whereabouts pointed to a clandestine Base codenamed "Haven."

It was late at night when Lynn returned to his office, his face etched with exhaustion. The continuous high-intensity investigation had left him physically and mentally drained, but he knew that every minute could determine the fate of Allen's parents.

As soon as he sat down, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Kate calling.

"Kate, what's up so late?" Lynn answered the phone, his voice tinged with weariness.

"You sound awful, Lynn," Kate's voice showed concern. "I guess you Haven't rested all day again."

Lynn leaned back in his chair and sighed softly: "It's fine, just work. Is there anything special about your call so late?"

"Nothing special," Kate's voice held a hint of amusement. "I just thought you needed a break. I know a good restaurant; are you off work now? If you're still awake, let's go grab something to eat."

Lynn looked at the documents on his desk, hesitating for a moment, but Kate's suggestion indeed swayed him. He needed a moment to breathe, not just physically, but mentally as well.

"Alright, I need a change of scenery to clear my head," Lynn stood up, grabbed his jacket. "Send me the address, I'll be right over."

The restaurant Kate chose was in a quiet corner of Manhattan, with a warm and understated atmosphere. When Lynn arrived, Kate was already sitting at a corner table, waiting for him. Two steaming cups of coffee sat on the table, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of coffee.

"You look even worse than you sounded on the phone," Kate looked up at him, her brow slightly furrowed. "Lynn, you really need to learn to rest."

Lynn gave a helpless smile: "You know, cases don't wait. Especially this one; I can't relax for a moment."

Kate pushed a cup of coffee towards him, her voice softening: "I understand why you're so persistent. Allen is a good kid, and his family's experience is something you can't ignore, but if you collapse, who else can help him?"

Lynn held the coffee cup and pondered for a moment, looking down: "Kate, I just feel… these things shouldn't have happened. If I have a chance to stop them, I have to give it my all."

Kate nodded, her eyes showing understanding: "Your persistence is what I admire most about you, but don't forget, you're not fighting alone. You still have Mark, and all of us who care about you."

"Care about me?" Lynn looked up, his gaze meeting Kate's, and a faint smile touched the corners of his lips. "Is this an open admission?"

Kate was amused by his words, her voice playful: "I never denied it. I just didn't expect you to be so slow on the uptake."

Lynn chuckled and shook his head, the conversation naturally returning to Allen's case. He briefly described the recent investigation progress and the unsettling clues they had found to Kate.

"It's not just Allen's parents," Lynn said in a low voice, his gaze solemn. "Behind these missing cases is a huge criminal network. More families might be suffering the same pain."

Kate's expression also darkened: "I know this case is very complex, but maybe I can help you. I know some journalists who investigate social issues; they might have encountered similar cases. Perhaps I can help you gather more information from a media perspective."

Lynn nodded: "If you can provide any clues, that would be a great help. But Kate, this could be dangerous. I don't want you to get into trouble because of this."

Kate's gaze was firm: "Lynn, you know I'm not afraid of trouble. This is my job, and it's what I want to do."

Lynn watched her, finally sighing: "Alright, but if you find any signs of danger, you must tell me immediately. We'll solve it together."

After they finished dinner, Kate insisted on driving Lynnback to his office. She helped him organize some documents on his desk, carefully marking the parts that needed priority attention for him.

"Thank you, Kate," Lynn said, a hint of warmth in his voice as he watched her back.

Kate turned around and gave a faint smile: "What for? It's what I should do."

Lynn watched Kate leave, then sat back at his desk, reorganizing his thoughts. He knew that Kate's support not only made him feel warm but also gave him more strength in this lonely battle. 

Chapter 272 It has come to this point

The next morning, Lynn received a call from Kate. In her voice, Kate had a hint of excitement: "Lynn, I've found an interesting lead. A relative of a missing person had sought help from the media, but the report was quickly suppressed. That relative is willing to talk to us."

"That's great." Lynn immediately perked up, "Tell me the location, and I'll be right over."

Kate and Lynn met the relative in a coffee shop. The person was a middle-aged man, with suppressed anger and pain in his eyes. He told Lynn that his wife had suddenly disappeared two years ago, and before her disappearance, she had received a strange email.

"The content of the email was vague, but it mentioned a 'life-changing opportunity'." The man handed the printed email to Lynn, "I think this must be related to her disappearance, but the Police said there wasn't enough evidence."

Lynn looked at the email and found that it mentioned a 'High-Level Medical Research Project,' which was exactly the Experiment Organization's usual pretext.

"We will find out." Lynn took the email and reassured him, "Please rest assured, we will do everything we can to find the truth."

After leaving the coffee shop, Kate looked at Lynn, with a hint of ease in her tone: "It seems we've found a new direction. It feels good to work with you."

Lynn smiled and nodded, saying, "Indeed. Perhaps we should collaborate more often."

Kate was a reporter who never gave up on a lead, especially when she realized that a larger conspiracy was hidden behind this case. She was determined to use all her resources to help Lynn. After returning to the news agency, she immediately contacted several friends with deep connections in the journalistic circle, hoping to unearth more information about Daedalus and the Experiment Organization.

The next morning, Kate called an old friend, a senior reporter named Sam whom she had met while reporting on international investigative news. He had long tracked the gray areas of technology and biomedicine and knew many inside stories.

"Kate? Sounds like you've got a big story to chase." Sam's slightly tired but excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You guessed it, Sam." Kate got straight to the point, "I'm pursuing a lead involving genetic experiments, linked to an organization codenamed 'Daedalus.' I need your help to investigate the background of this name and the Experiment Organization."

Sam was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I've heard of the name 'Daedalus'; it appeared in some classified documents related to biological weapon development. It is said to be a transnational research project, disguised as medical progress on the surface, but actually involving illegal gene editing and human experimentation. How did you get involved in this?"

Kate didn't reveal too much, only briefly explaining the general background of the case: "This is a missing person's case, but it involves many people. I need to know more about this organization, especially their funding sources and operating model."

"Understood." Sam's voice became serious, "I'll need time, but I'll do my best to help you. You also need to be careful; the forces behind such organizations might be more terrifying than you imagine."

"Thank you, Sam." Kate hung up the phone, her heart feeling even heavier. She knew she was on a dangerous path, but thinking of Lynn's persistence and the innocent victims, she had no hesitation.

A few days later, Sam sent a detailed report, which included background information on Daedalus. Kate read it carefully and found that, as Sam said, this organization was not only involved in illegal experiments but also had financial dealings with multiple multinational corporations and private institutions. These institutions provided financial support to Daedalus through a series of offshore accounts and shell companies, concealing their true purpose.

Even more shocking was that the report mentioned Daedalus had experimental facilities in multiple countries, and most of these facilities were located in areas with weaker legal oversight. The facility near Manhattan was one of their main Bases, used for experiments on "enhanced individuals."

Kate immediately contacted Lynn and arranged to meet him at an inconspicuous coffee shop. She handed him the printed report, with a hint of tension in her voice: "Lynn, this is detailed information about 'Daedalus' that I obtained through a friend. Their background is more complex than we imagined."

Lynn flipped through the report, his brows furrowing tighter. His gaze lingered on a page marking the funding sources: "The names of these multinational corporations... I've seen some of them before; they have some intersections with the missing persons' files."

Kate nodded: "That's right, they are well disguised, operating under the guise of charity and medical research, but in reality, they are involved in these illegal experiments."

"If we can find the ultimate beneficiaries of these financial flows, we can uncover the masterminds behind this organization." Lynn's tone was firm.

Kate looked at him and said softly, "Lynn, this has gone beyond the scope of a normal case. If you continue to pursue this, you might face greater resistance, even danger."

Lynn put down the report, his gaze fixed on her: "I know. But these missing families, and Allen's parents, they need an answer. I can't give up."

Kate was silent for a moment, then showed a faint smile: "If that's the case, then I will continue to help you. No matter how dangerous, I will stand by your side."

Lynn paused slightly, then nodded: "Thank you, Kate."

Over the next few days, Lynn, based on the information provided by Kate, investigated the financial flows of the Daedalus organization with Mark. They tracked financial leads through the technical team and discovered a crucial transaction chain. These funds ultimately flowed to a private research institute, and the registered address of this research institute was precisely the Haven Base they had previously discovered.

"This is our breakthrough." Lynn said at the briefing, "Haven might be their most hidden Base, and also a key facility for their continued experiments."

Mark nodded: "But we can't act rashly. If this is truly their core stronghold, the defenses will certainly be more stringent than the previous Bases."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then made a decision: "We need to thoroughly understand the internal structure of Haven before formulating a raid plan. There can be no mistakes this time."

At the same time, Kate was not idle. She tracked reports related to the Haven Base through her journalistic network and found that a few years ago, residents had reported unusual activities near the Base, including late-night cargo transport and occasionally unfamiliar vehicles.

This information was immediately relayed to Lynn by Kate, becoming an important reference for them to formulate their action plan.

Lynn's team conducted detailed intelligence gathering in the following weeks, gradually uncovering the layout of Haven through drone surveillance and technical means. They discovered that this Base was hidden underground in an abandoned industrial area, disguised as an ordinary warehouse on the surface, but the underground facilities were vast and equipped with advanced technology.

Once everything was ready, Lynn and Mark led the assault team to secretly approach Haven. They knew this would be a life-and-death operation, but everyone understood that they bore the mission of seeking justice for the persecuted.

Before the operation, Kate sent a message to Lynn: "Be careful. No matter what happens, I'll be waiting for you outside."

Lynn looked at his phone screen, a slight smile on his lips. He put his phone in his pocket, his gaze becoming even more determined: "Operation start."

The assault team led by Lynn and Mark quietly approached the Haven Base, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. However, after they entered the underground facility, they found that the situation was not as expected.

The interior of the Base was in disarray, many file cabinets in the rooms were emptied, and the floor was covered with burnt papers and debris, with a faint smell of charring still lingering in the air.

Mark squatted down to examine the paper scraps on the ground, frowning and saying, "They are more alert than we imagined. They obviously knew we were coming in advance, and all key materials have been destroyed."

Lynn looked around, his gaze resting on a still-smoking hard drive fragment. He walked over, nudged it with his foot a few times, and said in a low voice, "They even destroyed equipment, which means we are indeed close to the truth."

A technical team member ran over and handed Lynnsome partial file fragments recovered from a discarded hard drive: "Detective, we tried to recover this data, but much of it has been completely corrupted. The only readable information is a transfer record, mentioning that their core experimental personnel and subjects have been evacuated to an 'alternate facility.'"

"Alternate facility?" Lynn quickly scanned the document, but it only mentioned a codename, no specific address.

Mark stood up with a frustrated expression: "They left us too little time. We must find that alternate facility, otherwise these people will disappear again."

Lynn nodded: "Continue searching, don't miss any corner. Even if they destroyed the files, they might have left something behind."

The assault team intensified their search, but almost all rooms had been thoroughly cleaned. Besides a small amount of experimental equipment and damaged hard drives, there were almost no other valuable clues. Just as Lynn felt the situation was unusually complex, a team member discovered a hidden secret room in a corner of the underground facility.

"Detective, there's something here!" the team member shouted excitedly.

Lynn quickly rushed to the scene and found several servers that were not completely damaged and backups of experimental records in the secret room. The technical team immediately took over and began attempting to extract data.

Just then, a sudden urgent alarm sounded within the Base. Lynn heard the report from the perimeter guard through his earpiece: "Detective, unknown armed personnel are approaching the Base! We might be surrounded!"

"Damn it!" Lynn gritted his teeth and immediately ordered: "Evacuate the team members, take all the equipment you can! We can't stay here long."

Mark, while directing the team members to evacuate, anxiously asked, "What if they catch up to us?"

Lynn's gaze was calm: "If necessary, we'll engage them head-on, but the key is to preserve this evidence. They are our only hope to continue the investigation."

The assault team moved quickly, but the evacuation process was not smooth. The armed personnel quickly surrounded the perimeter of the Base, and the exchange of Fire lasted for nearly ten minutes, with the assault team almost trapped. Ultimately, under Lynn's precise command, they successfully broke through, retreating to a safe zone with the salvaged servers and files.

Upon returning to headquarters, the technical team immediately began analyzing the data extracted from the servers. However, the results disappointed everyone.

"Detective, the encryption level of this data is very high; decryption might take weeks." The technician said helplessly, "And many files have been partially corrupted, so we might not be able to fully recover them."

Lynn leaned back in his chair, his brows tightly furrowed. He knew that time was crucial for them, and the current situation clearly brought the investigation to a standstill.

At the same time, the Experiment Organization also began to take countermeasures. Lynn discovered that several key witnesses suddenly disappeared, and even informants reported receiving threats. Worse still, the action report he submitted caused questions within headquarters.

Lynn's Officer questioned him at a meeting: "Your actions resulted in multiple injuries and even led to direct conflict with unknown forces. We cannot confirm whether these devices and data are valuable enough to warrant continued resource investment."

"Officer," Lynn's voice was calm but firm, "the Experiment Organization has clearly demonstrated their danger. They are not only involved in illegal genetic experiments but may also pose a threat to public safety. Our mission is to stop them, regardless of the cost."

"But there's no conclusive evidence to support your claims." The Officer shook his head, "We need you to suspend this investigation until decryption is complete before deciding on the next course of action."

Lynn knew this meant that the initiative of the investigation would be completely stripped away. After leaving the conference room, he returned to his office, looking exhausted.

Mark pushed the door open and sat opposite him: "So, they're telling us to stop again?"

"That's right." Lynn said coldly, "They don't think this is the highest priority. But we know that if we give up, the Experiment Organization will continue unchecked."

Mark was silent for a moment, his voice low but full of determination: "Detective, if the Officer doesn't support us, we can continue the investigation ourselves. We've come this far; we can't just let go."

Lynn looked at Mark, a tired smile on his face: "You know what? You remind me of myself when I was young, always so impulsive."

"Impulsive or persistent, whatever," Mark shrugged, "The first thing you taught me was that justice needs someone to uphold it."

Lynn stood up and patted Mark on the shoulder: "Alright, we'll do it ourselves. We'll start with the transfer records and find the location of the alternate facility. That will be our breakthrough."

The two worked overtime through the night, using existing records and previously collected data to try and deduce the possible location of the alternate facility. After several hours of analysis, they finally found some clues: a logistics manifest showed that a batch of experimental materials had been transported to a remote mountainous area.