American comics: I am full of martial virtues and I love to be kind to others.

Chapter 213 Familiar Voice

About half an hour later, the car drove into a quiet cemetery. Lin En parked the car in the parking lot at the entrance of the cemetery. The two got out of the car and walked slowly along the quiet path into the depths of the cemetery.

Kate's pace was slow, as if she was recalling something with every step. Lin En didn't urge her, but quietly followed beside her, his steps steady but slow. He could sense Kate suppressing her emotions, but he didn't speak, because he knew that this moment didn't require too many words.

They finally stopped in front of a simple tombstone with the name "Carl Miller" engraved on it. Next to it was a slightly yellowed old photo of a gentle man with a gentle smile and loving eyes.

Kate squatted down and gently placed the white chrysanthemum in her hand in front of the tombstone, then raised her hand and slowly stroked the name on the tombstone, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Dad..." She whispered, her voice a little hoarse, as if she was trying to suppress her tears, "I'm coming."

Lin En stood not far away, looking at Kate quietly. His eyes were no longer cold, but rather had an indescribable softness. He knew that this moment belonged to Kate, and he didn't want to disturb her.

"Lynn, you know what?" Kate suddenly spoke, her voice trembling slightly, but she didn't look up. "When I was little, I loved going to the library with my dad. He always let me pick a book, and then he would read his own quietly next to me. We could go the whole day without talking, but I never felt lonely because I knew he was by my side."

Lynn didn't respond, but just nodded slightly and continued to listen to her.

"Later, he passed away. It took me a long time to realize that his death wasn't due to an accident, but because someone wanted to cover up the truth." Kate's hands tightly grasped the edge of the tombstone, her eyes red. "This incident made me realize that the world is not fair. Those in power can cover up everything with lies, while ordinary people... their pain is not even heard."

She paused, took a deep breath, then looked up at Lin En. "That's why I chose to be a reporter. I want to use my own way to make those silent pains heard. But sometimes, I also ask myself, if I let go of these obsessions, would it be easier?"

"If you let go of these obsessions," Lynn's voice was low and powerful, "you wouldn't be who you are now."

Kate was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and chuckled softly, "Yeah, maybe."

The wind from the cemetery blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, lifting the ends of Kate's hair. She raised her hand to adjust her hair, then stood up, her eyes still fixed on the tombstone.

"Lynn, thank you." She turned around, a grateful tenderness in her eyes. "Thank you for everything you have done for me. Thank you for letting the truth come out."

"Kate." Lynn looked straight at her, her tone without a trace of fluctuation, but revealing a sincerity that was hard to ignore. "The truth is not for me, nor for you. It's for your father. He deserves it all."

Kate pursed her lips and looked at Lin En with complicated eyes. After a moment, she nodded and said, "You're right, he deserves it."

The two of them were silent for a while. Kate seemed to be saying goodbye to the tombstone, whispered a few words, and then turned and left. Lynn stood beside her the whole time, like a silent guardian.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was still quiet, but no longer oppressive. Kate leaned against the window, her expression seeming a little more relaxed.

"You know, Lin En," she suddenly said, her tone tinged with teasing, "I've actually always been curious, do you do anything else besides work?"

"For example?" Lin En looked at the road ahead intently, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Like... going to a bar? Watching a movie? Or chatting with friends?" Kate turned her head to look at him, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

"The bar is too noisy, and I don't have time to watch a movie." Lin En replied calmly, "As for chatting...if necessary, I will chat."

Kate couldn't help but laugh, "You're such a boring person."

"Maybe." Lin En's tone was still calm, but there was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

Kate shook her head, smiled and sighed, "Maybe it's because you're so boring that I find you interesting."

Lynn didn't answer, but just stepped on the accelerator lightly, speeding up the car a little.

The scenery outside the car window quickly receded. Kate's gaze stayed on Lynn's profile. The smile on the corner of her mouth gradually faded, replaced by a soft and complex emotion.

She knew that Lin En was not an easy person to get close to, but because of this, every effort he made and every small expression of his emotions seemed particularly precious.

Kate lowered her eyes and gently grasped the necklace on her chest with her fingers. It was a small pocket watch pendant with a photo of her father inside.

"Lynn," she whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the engine.

"What?" Lynn turned his head and glanced at her.

Kate looked up, the smile returning to her face. "Nothing. Just wanted to tell you that today is the easiest day I've had in a long time."

Lin En nodded and returned his gaze to the front. "That's good."

The car continued on the road back to the city, and the sunlight gradually filled the entire street, as if shrouded in some indescribable calmness and warmth.

Night enveloped the streets of Brooklyn, the neon lights emitting a dim glow. The occasional taxi passed by, casting shadows on the wet pavement. Lynn leaned on the balcony of Kate's apartment, his gaze darting across the street to the distant city lights. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, the steam of the coffee swiftly carried away by the night breeze.

Kate walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of snacks. She leaned against the door frame and looked at Lin En's back, a smile on her lips. "Leaning like this, you look like a philosopher thinking about life."

Lin En turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly. "I just think that this night view is better than the coffee you make."

"Wow, is that a criticism of my cooking?" Kate walked over, placed the plate on the table, took a sip of her tea, and raised an eyebrow. "But I don't think you're here to judge the taste of coffee. Tell me, what's going on in your agent's head?" Lynn looked at her, silent for a moment, then put the cup aside and his eyes became serious. "Kate, I want to talk to you about your work."

"My job?" Kate raised an eyebrow and asked in a deliberately casual tone, "What's wrong? Are you planning to quit the FBI and join the media industry?"

Lin En ignored her teasing and took a step forward, approaching her. He spoke in a low and straightforward tone, "Kate, your father's case is over. The truth has been revealed, and the criminal has received the punishment he deserves. You have completed your mission, and now you can choose to leave this dangerous position and live a more ordinary life."

Kate was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, her eyes showing a bit of complexity, "Lynn, I didn't expect you to say such a thing."

"I'm serious." Lin En's voice was as calm as ever, but with a rare touch of gentleness in it. "I know your abilities. You're an excellent journalist. But right now, this industry isn't just a challenge for you; it's also a risk. You've revealed too many dangerous truths and attracted enough hostility. If you keep going like this... something bad might happen."

Kate looked at him, blinked, and then sighed softly. She put the teacup on the table and leaned against the balcony railing. "Lynn, you know, I never chose this path just for the sake of safety."

"That's because you were driven by your father's affairs." Lynn leaned against her, looking straight ahead. "But now, you can let it go. No one will blame you for taking a step back. You've done enough."

Kate lowered her head in thought for a moment, then raised her head and looked directly at Lynn with a fearless determination, "Lynn, maybe you're right. I started as a reporter to seek justice for my father. But what I've done over the years isn't just about my father. There are also the truths that I've seen that are unfair and haven't been exposed. I can't back down just because of the danger, because if I back down, who will do the things that need to be exposed?"

Lynn didn't respond immediately. His eyes fell on Kate's face, with a complicated expression. He knew her character and knew it wouldn't be easy to convince her. But he still tried to make her understand the seriousness of the danger.

"Kate," Lynn whispered, "the people you're facing are no ordinary opponents. They have power and resources, and they're willing to use even the most extreme means to protect themselves. If you continue like this, you might not be so lucky next time."

"I know," Kate replied softly, her tone unwavering. "But don't you think that if I stopped because I was afraid of danger, they would have already won?"

Lin En frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes, "This is not a question of winning or losing, this is about your safety."

Kate smiled. She turned to face Lynn directly, her tone softly firm. "Lynn, you're always like this, seeing things as tasks and responsibilities. But for me, this is more than just work. This is the lifestyle I've chosen. If danger is the price to pay, I'm willing to bear it."

"Even at the cost of your life?" Lin En's voice was low and his eyes were like knives.

"If it's for true justice," Kate said, her tone more firmly, "I would."

The two stared at each other for a moment, a tense atmosphere in the air. Kate's gaze, though firm, held a gentle concern. She knew Lynn was genuinely worried about her. Lynn's eyes, besides a calm, thoughtful expression, also held an emotion he wouldn't admit—a protective desire for her.

"Lynn," Kate said softly, her tone softening. "I know you've done a lot for me, and I know what you're worried about. But I hope you can understand that this is me. I can't stop because of fear. If I do that, I won't even have the courage to face myself."

Lin En looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "You are always a stubborn person."

Kate smiled. "What about you? Aren't you just as stubborn?"

Lin En didn't argue anymore. He reached for the coffee on the table, took a sip, and said with a hint of compromise, "Okay, if this is your choice, I won't stop you. But there is one thing - you promise me that if there is any danger, you must contact me."

Kate raised an eyebrow, "Is this considered a protection agreement?"

"This is an agreement." Lynn's voice was low but revealed a certain unquestionable firmness.

Kate smiled and then nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

A few days later, Kate's in-depth report made the front page. This time, she exposed a major corruption scandal involving a multinational corporation. The article was detailed and powerful. The media attention once again propelled her to the center of public opinion.

Lynn sat in his FBI office, a newspaper beside him. Kate's article was on the front page. His eyes swept over the familiar name, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. Although his concerns remained, he knew that this was Kate's choice, and all he could do was quietly support her from behind.

Not far away, Hans came over, looked at the newspaper in Lin En's hand, and said jokingly, "She is such a tireless reporter."

Lynn looked up at Hans and said calmly, "She is a more powerful person than we thought."

Hans smiled and said, "Yes, but I guess she also knows that someone is backing her up."

Lynn didn't answer, but folded the newspaper and looked out the window at the bustling city outside.

The morning air in Manhattan was chilly, the sky thick with dark clouds, and a sense of oppressive dreariness permeated the air. Cars raced through the streets, and the blaring of police sirens mingled with the city's clamor, a stark contrast to the gruesomeness of the city. A few hours earlier, a horrific school shooting had occurred here. A gunman had entered a private high school and opened fire on innocent students, killing and injuring several. Shock and panic gripped Manhattan.

Kate's car was parked at a police line a few blocks from the school. With lights flashing, officers were maintaining order at the line, attempting to stem the influx of reporters and onlookers. Kate got out of the car, carrying her signature handbag and press badge, her eyes radiating her usual determination and focus.

She took a deep breath and was about to walk towards the cordon when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Kate."

Kate was startled and turned to look. It was indeed Lynn. He was wearing a dark coat, his hands in his pockets, standing not far away. Although he looked as calm as ever, there was a hint of concern in his eyes that she was familiar with.

"Lynn?" Kate frowned and walked forward, with a hint of surprise in her tone, "Why are you here?"

"I should ask you the same question." Lin En raised his eyebrows, his tone calm but unquestionable, "Do you know how dangerous this place is?"

(End of this chapter)