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Flameheart was detained in a specially constructed interrogation room at the FBI's Manhattan branch. His wrists and ankles were securely bound by special ability-suppressing devices. He stared coldly at Lynn, his face filled with fatigue and struggle. He was clearly experiencing a fierce internal struggle, while Lynn's gaze remained unwavering.

"Marcos, it's all over," Lin En said coldly. "Your operation has failed, and the Dawn stronghold has been eliminated. The only thing you can do now is tell me the truth. Who is controlling you?"

Marcos sneered, his eyes tinged with sarcasm. "Manipulation? Do you think I'm a puppet? No, Inspector Lynn, everything I do is out of revenge, to make those who destroyed us feel pain."

Lin En moved closer, his voice low and firm: "Revenge? If this is just your revenge plan, why do you have so many resources? Why would Dawn obey your command? You know this is not something you can do alone."

Marcos was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering as if he were weighing the pros and cons. He finally sighed and whispered, "Do you think I'm the mastermind? No, I'm just a pawn. They know I hate this society, they know I hate those who turned me into a monster. They exploited my anger, giving me resources, a team, and even telling me what to do."

Lin En's expression became even more severe: "Who are they?"

Marcos's face darkened. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with helplessness and pain. "Cohen Industries, and the people behind them. I've never seen their true faces, but every time I needed something, someone would deliver it. Funds, weapons, plans... They even told me how to create panic."

Kate stood aside, listening to Marcos' confession, a complex mix of emotions welling up in her heart. She finally broke the silence and asked softly, "Why are you willing to say this now?"

Marcos turned to look at her, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Because I failed. They will put all the blame on me and erase all traces of them. I know what my fate will be, but if I can expose their plan, maybe I can salvage something."

Lin En's brows furrowed even more tightly. He looked at Marcos with a scrutinizing gaze. "Do you have any evidence? Evidence that proves that Cohen Industries was directly involved in these actions?"

Marcos closed his eyes and spoke slowly, "I once kept some communication records and a copy of the financial ledger they gave me. I hid them somewhere, intending to keep them as a last resort. If you really want to find out, go find them."

"Address." Lynn asked without hesitation.

Marcos opened his eyes and looked at Lynn calmly. "Warehouse 7 in Brooklyn Docklands, underneath the floor behind the east wall. I just hope you can find them and reveal their true identities."

Lynn nodded, quickly stood up, and motioned for an agent to write down the address. He turned to Kate and whispered, "We have to act now. This may be our only chance to find Cohen Industries directly involved."

Kate nodded, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes: "Lynn, if what Marcos said is true, then the people behind this may have already started cleaning up these traces. We have to hurry."

The two men left the interrogation room and led a small team straight to the Brooklyn docks. Under the cover of night, the warehouse district was unusually quiet, with only the occasional whistling of wind through the dilapidated iron sheets. Lynn and Kate stood in front of Warehouse No. 7, their eyes locked for a moment, then nodded, signaling the team to prepare to break in.

The warehouse was dim and cluttered, but empty. Lynn and Kate quickly found the markings on the east wall and, after prying open the floorboards, discovered a hidden metal box. Lynn opened the box, revealing it was filled with paper documents and several encrypted hard drives.

"Here they are," Lynn whispered, quickly putting the documents into the evidence bag. "Marcos didn't lie."

Kate's eyes swept over the documents, but she had an uneasy premonition in her heart: "Lynn, if Cohen Industries' tentacles are really that deep, they won't let this evidence fall into our hands so easily."

Just as she finished her words, there was a sudden roar of engines outside the warehouse. Several black SUVs sped up, their doors opening and several heavily armed men in black filing out. They were clearly there to destroy the evidence.

Lin En acted decisively and ordered into the communicator: "Team, prepare and cover the evacuation! We must not let the evidence fall into their hands!"

Immediately, a fierce exchange of fire broke out inside and outside the warehouse. Lynn and his team used the crates as cover, engaging in a tug-of-war with the men in black. Kate was escorted to a safe corner. Although instructed not to approach the fighting, her eyes remained fixed on Lynn, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

In the chaos of the firefight, Lynn handed the evidence to a team member and whispered an order: "Take these things away immediately and send them back to the branch!"

"Inspector, then you--" The team member hesitated.

"I'll cover you, let's go!" Lin En interrupted him with a firm look in his eyes.

The team nodded and quickly evacuated with the evidence. Lin En continued to fight the men in black until the last enemy was subdued, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When everything calmed down, Kate walked forward, looked at Lin En, who was covered in gunpowder, with complicated eyes, and said softly: "You knew there was danger, but you still put yourself first."

Lynn looked at her, a tired smile on his face. "Someone has to do this. I can't let these people ruin our only chance."

Kate didn't say anything else, but reached out and gently held Lynn's arm, her eyes full of gratitude and a hint of unspoken emotion.

As Lin En entered the house, he heard the clatter of the television and the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. Though he had only been away for a few months, everything seemed unfamiliar. He saw George busily preparing dinner. His adoptive father's back seemed slightly hunched, but he continued to chop and stir-fry vegetables with the same deftness, as if the passage of time hadn't changed him in the slightest.

"Lynn, you're back." George turned and smiled when he heard the voice, but his eyes were mixed with a hint of fatigue and a vague sense of alienation. Lynn nodded, took off his coat and hung it by the door, "Yes, I came back to see you."

George snorted softly, turned around and continued to work, and said in a flat tone: "Gwen is in her room. She has been very busy recently. Go check on her."

Lynn walked up the familiar stairs to the second floor and knocked on Gwen's door. There was a quick shuffling of papers inside, followed by her sister's panicked voice: "Who is it?"

"It's me." Lynn pushed open the door and found Gwen lying among a pile of application forms and textbooks, her eyes full of fatigue. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Gwen forced a smile. "Of course, applying to colleges is always a busy job." Lynn walked over and saw the scattered scholarship application materials on the table. He felt a little distressed. He sat across from her and said, "You don't have to work so hard. If you need anything, tell me or Dad, and we will help you."

"Will you really help?" Gwen raised her head, a hint of complaint in her tone. "You're so busy that you rarely even come home. Do you even know what I'm busy with?"

Lin En was speechless for a moment. He tried to explain, but the words turned into a sigh when they reached his lips.

At dinner, George served several home-cooked dishes. Although the meal was plentiful, the atmosphere was less relaxed than expected. Lynn tried to find some topics to break the silence. "Dad, how have you been lately? Are you still doing those community things?"

"Of course, I don't have much to do," George replied calmly, picking up his water cup and taking a sip. His simple answer made Lynn feel uneasy. He noticed that George's face was paler than before, and his arm movements were a little slower.

Gwen lowered her head to eat, occasionally looking up at Lin and George, but she obviously didn't want to participate in their conversation. Lin finally couldn't help it, put down her chopsticks and asked, "Dad, is there something wrong with your health? You don't look as energetic as before."

George frowned, put down his chopsticks, and his tone became slightly stern: "Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm fine. You should pay more attention to yourself."

Gwen also raised her head and said coldly, "Lynn, he's in very good health, better than you. What about you? You're so busy with work that you can't even take care of your family, and now you suddenly want to ask about us?"

Lin En's face froze. He felt trapped in an irrefutable position. He whispered, "I'm just worried about you guys. I know I haven't done enough, but I'm trying to make up for it."

George sighed and waved his hand: "Enough, stop talking about this. Let's eat."

The entire dinner ended in silence, and Lynn felt a long-lost sense of alienation enveloping this home. He returned to his room and sat at his old desk, looking at the childhood items still neatly arranged in the drawers, with mixed feelings. This home had once been his warmest refuge, but now it seemed like a strange place that he needed to reintegrate into.

Lynn vowed that he must do better, not only for himself, but also for his adoptive father and sister.

The next morning, when Lynn woke up, he heard George's deep voice downstairs. He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs to see George holding an old hat and a pair of worn sneakers, obviously getting ready to go out.

"Lynn, are you up?" George looked up at him, his tone still calm, but with a hint of anticipation, "I'm going to take a walk in the park, will you join me?"

Lin En was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course."

Fifteen minutes later, they were standing at the entrance to the community park they had often visited as children. The sun shone on George's wrinkled face, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia, as if he was traveling through time.

"When you were little, you were always running around here," George said softly, leading Lin En slowly deeper into the park. "You had just moved here then, and you were introverted and didn't really want to play with other kids. So I brought you here every day, taught you how to play football, and how to greet other kids."

Lin En recalled those vague memories and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I still remember when you forced me and the neighbor kids to play baseball. I hated it at first, but later it became my favorite sport."

George nodded and pointed to an old swing not far away. "Do you remember that swing? Gwen sat on it when she was little. She fell off and cried like a little pump. But you smiled and comforted her, and even carried her on your back for a run."

Lin En followed his gaze. The swing was old and rusty, but he could still see Gwen giggling as a child sitting on it. He whispered, "You've done so much for us, but I've never really thanked you."

George stopped and turned to look at Lynn. The expression on his face softened for the first time. "You are my children, Lynn. This is what I should do. Raising you has given me purpose and meaning, especially since your mother left."

When Lin En heard this, his heart ached. He knew that his mother's death was a huge blow to George, and George had taken on the responsibility of raising them alone, but he had never mentioned these difficulties to them.

"Dad, I'm really sorry. I've been busy with my own things for so many years and never thought about how you managed to get through it." Lin En whispered.

George patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm glad you're back now. Life is a bit hard, but your healthy growth is the best reward for me."

Behind a bench not far away, Gwen quietly took out her phone and recorded the scene. With a smile on her face, she thought to herself that this conversation would become their family's most precious memory in the future.

One evening, Lynn returned home late from work. As he passed Gwen's room, he heard the low sounds of a guitar and soft singing. He paused, noticing the door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, he saw Gwen sitting in a chair, cradling an old guitar and strumming intently. Lyric books and a music competition entry form lay scattered on the bed next to her.

When Lynn opened the door, Gwen was startled. She quickly put her guitar aside and used her body to block the forms. "Brother, you scared me!"

Lynn glanced at the documents on the bed and raised an eyebrow: "So, this is why you have been locked in your room every day recently?"

Gwen blushed slightly and murmured uneasily, "I...I'm just trying it out. I might not even participate anyway."

Lin En walked into the room and picked up the registration form. It clearly said "Municipal Youth Music Competition." He smiled and said, "Gwen, this is not just a 'test drive'. You are preparing for the official competition."

Gwen looked away guiltily and murmured, "I'm just afraid... I'm afraid I won't perform well and will disappoint you."

Lynn sat down and softened her tone, "Gwen, do you really think we'd be disappointed by this? Dad and I can only be proud of you, no matter what the outcome."

Despite Lynn's words, Gwen still seemed a little unsure. The next morning, Lynn told George about this. After listening, George thought for a moment and said, "Gwen needs our support, but we can't just tell her we know. That would put more pressure on her." (End of this chapter)