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He pretended to be an ordinary buyer, slowly weaving through the crowd, searching for the undercover contact mentioned in his previous clue. A few minutes later, he saw a thin man wearing a gray hat standing in a corner, seemingly waiting for someone. Lin En walked over and whispered, using a code word, "I heard there's a deal here that can change your life."

The man raised his head, looked at Lin En warily, and then nodded slightly: "What you want to know is not something that anyone can buy. You have to prove that you are not a trouble."

Lin En remained calm, pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, and handed it to the other party: "Can this prove it?"

The man smiled, quickly pocketed the money, and motioned for Lin to follow. They walked through several narrow alleys and arrived at a hidden basement. There, several people were talking in low voices, and some sophisticated equipment and documents were placed on the table.

"This is a hot commodity right now," the man muttered, pointing to a document listing equipment. "Gene editing equipment, so advanced you can't even imagine. Someone recently bought a large quantity of this stuff and had it shipped to a warehouse in Manhattan. I heard it's for a very important person."

Lynn frowned. "Who's operating these devices?"

The man shrugged. "I don't know that level of information either. But I can tell you that the shipment will be delivered to the warehouse tonight via an unmarked truck. If you want to know more, you might want to go and see for yourself."

Lin nodded, memorizing the list on the document. He knew the value of these devices; they perfectly matched Coleman's team's needs. If they could intercept this shipment, not only could they halt their experiments but they could also uncover more clues about Coleman and his sponsors.

After leaving the basement, Lin En immediately contacted the support team at headquarters and passed on the intelligence: "I discovered a batch of gene editing equipment being secretly transported to a warehouse in Manhattan. I need the support team to cooperate in intercepting it."

Eric's voice came from the communicator: "You track the goods by yourself and wait until we arrive before taking action. Don't reveal your identity."

Lin En responded and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the black market, following the unmarked truck's movements. His careful tracking did not arouse suspicion until late at night, when the truck finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse.

Lin En watched from a distance as several heavily armed bodyguards unloaded boxes from a truck. He used binoculars to confirm the markings on the boxes, and they were indeed genetic experiment equipment.

He whispered through the communicator, "Confirmed target, this shipment is related to experiments. There are armed personnel in the warehouse, waiting for the support team to arrive."

"We're on our way and will be there in ten minutes." Eric's voice was firm, but with a hint of urgency.

Lynn continued to hide in the dark, while quietly approaching the fence outside the warehouse to observe the surrounding defense situation.

The support team quickly arrived at the warehouse in the darkness. Lin En gestured for silence and directed the team to surround the building. He spoke softly over the communicator, "Target confirmed. We'll split into three groups. The first will be responsible for the frontal assault, the second will cut off the enemy's retreat through the side door, and the third will search and protect the cargo."

Eric whispered back from the other side: "Understood. Everyone get ready."

Following Lin's gesture, the raid began. The agents quickly broke through the door, and the warehouse was in chaos. Several armed men reacted hastily and fired back, but they were quickly subdued thanks to the team's well-trained coordination.

"Clear the target area!" Lin En commanded as he led the team deeper into the core area of ​​the warehouse. They found a row of neatly stacked equipment boxes, each clearly marked with the core equipment needed for the genetic experiment.

"This is what we want." Eric came over, checked the markings on the box, and nodded. "The value of these devices is enough to advance their experiments for several years. Today is a big victory."

Lin En frowned and looked around, feeling something was amiss. He suddenly noticed a flash of red light in the corner, and his heart tightened. "Everyone, stop! There's an explosive device here!"

The entire warehouse fell silent. A technical team quickly arrived and used instruments to examine the flashing red light. Sure enough, they discovered a series of linked bombs, the countdown on each bomb having already begun.

"Time is running out," the technician said anxiously. "These bombs are connected to the cargo. If we try to move the equipment, it will explode."

Lin En looked at the bomb, then at the anxious team members. He spoke calmly and decisively, "Team One, secure the equipment and stay away from the bomb area. Team Two, seal off the scene to prevent any suspicious individuals from returning. The technical team will prioritize attempting to defuse the bomb. If we run out of time, we must all evacuate."

Eric frowned. "If we don't take these devices away, they might be able to take them back."

"I know," Lynn said, his eyes firm, "but protecting human lives comes first. If there's a risk, we must abandon the equipment."

The technical team acted quickly, but the bomb's design was complex and sophisticated, and each step of its removal took time. Lynn constantly monitored the time through the communicator and observed the team members' status.

"Five more minutes." The technician's voice was low but full of pressure.

Lin En looked at the team members and said word by word, "Everyone prepare to evacuate. Take away experimental records and documents that can be quickly transferred, and don't take any other risks."

The team members quickly set to work, packing several lab records and some portable equipment into their backpacks. Eric gritted his teeth as he looked at the equipment that couldn't be moved, looking extremely unwilling, but he still obeyed Lin En's orders.

"Time's up!" Lynn ordered loudly, "Everyone evacuate, now!"

The agents quickly evacuated the warehouse. As they reached a safe distance, a deafening explosion erupted behind them. The warehouse windows shattered by the shockwave, flames shot skyward, and all equipment and supplies were instantly reduced to ash.

Lin En turned and looked at the exploded warehouse, his face expressionless, but the disappointment in his heart was hard to conceal. He knew that even though they had obtained some of the experimental records, they still had not completely stopped Coleman's plan.

"This is their method," Lynn whispered, "They would rather destroy it than let us have it. This battle has just begun."

Eric patted Lynn's shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and a hint of respect: "You made the right decision. Our people are safe, and that's the most important thing."

The next morning, Lin En received disturbing news. His black market informant had suddenly lost contact. This informant had been a crucial source of intelligence for Lin En in tracking the experimental organization, and his disappearance clearly signaled a dangerous situation. "Inspector," Eric said, frowning as he walked into the office and handed Lin En a report. "I just received news that the informant's last activity showed him spending an extended period near a remote warehouse before disappearing."

Lin En flipped through the report, his eyes gradually becoming stern. "He's obviously been captured. He knows too much about the experimental organization. If he falls into their hands, he might not even be able to save his life."

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

Lin En closed the report and said in a deep voice, "This shows that it's a key location. We can't give up on him. We must find a way to rescue him."

Eric shrugged. "This is no easy task. The enemy is clearly on the defensive. A direct attack would only result in greater casualties."

Lin En thought for a moment, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. "We won't launch a direct raid. I need to disguise myself and sneak in, find the informant's exact location, and then formulate a precise rescue plan."

Eric was slightly stunned, then revealed a complicated smile: "You like adventure, right? Okay, I'll arrange a support team outside, but it's very risky for you to sneak in alone."

"Risks are inevitable." Lin En stood up and began to organize his equipment. "But this is our only chance."

That night, Linn, disguised as an ordinary underground buyer, approached the target warehouse alone. He approached cautiously and inconspicuously, taking in the warehouse's defenses. The armed forces here were significantly more numerous than in previous outposts, and there were even some suspected enhanced mutants on guard.

After entering the warehouse, Lin En used the dim light and his agility to navigate the complex equipment and obstacles. Eric's whispered warning came through his earpiece: "Be careful, Inspector. There are not only ordinary guards here, but also an unknown energy barrier. Don't touch any unusual devices."

Lin En nodded in response and continued to go deeper. He scanned the surroundings and finally found the imprisoned informant in a cell. His hands and feet were bound with chains, and his face was covered in bruises, clearly having been severely tortured.

"Hold on, I'm here to save you." Lynn whispered, quickly approaching.

The informant raised his head with difficulty, a hint of surprise and fear flashing in his eyes: "Inspector, be careful... They are nearby... There are also enhanced mutants..."

"I know, but we will go out together." Lynn quickly used the tools he carried with him to break the chains and helped the informant up.

At this moment, the warehouse alarm suddenly sounded. Apparently, Lynn's actions had been discovered. Rapid footsteps could be heard from all around, and armed guards and mutants quickly surrounded them.

"Run!" Lin En supported the informant and quickly searched for the nearest exit. He used cover and accurate shooting to dodge the enemy's attacks along the way, while calling for support through the communicator: "Eric, we need support! There are enemies in the warehouse, and the target has been rescued!"

"Understood, the team is on the way!" Eric's voice was firm and fast.

Lynn and the informant finally met up with the support team in the open space outside the warehouse. With powerful fire suppression, they successfully repelled the pursuing enemy and retreated to a safe area.

After returning to headquarters, the informant was immediately sent to the medical center for treatment. Before leaving, he held Lin En's hand and said in a weak but grateful voice: "Detective, thank you... If it weren't for you, I might never have made it out of there."

Lin En patted his shoulder and said firmly, "Your intelligence has saved many people. I am just trying my best to give you justice."

A few days later, the recovered informant approached Lin En. He sat in an interrogation room at headquarters. Though scarred, his eyes had regained some of their composure. He handed Lin En a small notebook and whispered, "Inspector, this is the list of names I risked my life to compile. They are the main funders of the experimental project and the financial backers of the black market gene trade."

Lynn took the notebook and flipped it open. It was filled with detailed records of names, companies, and capital flows. Each name was influential in the business world, including well-known real estate developers, founders of technology companies, and even managers of charitable foundations.

"These people are all top figures in New York's business community," the informant continued. "They use complex money laundering channels to inject funds into experimental organizations. They claim to be 'supporting medical research,' but in reality they are funding gene editing and mutant experiments."

Lynn's brow furrowed. As he flipped through the records, his eyes stopped at a name: "James Callahan... I've heard this name more than once. What role did he play among these people?"

The informant nodded and said in a low voice, "Callahan is the core of all this. He is responsible for coordinating the connection between the funders and the experimental organization, and is even directly involved in the financial operations of the experiment. He is not only a broker, but also the main driving force behind the experimental project."

Lin En closed his notebook and took a deep breath. "These giants are all shrewd people. They obviously know the risks of the experiment. Why would they risk so much resources?"

"Because they see the rewards," the informant said, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. "The goal of the experiment is not only to create enhanced mutants, but also to sell controlled gene editing technology. These giants believe this will be the next revolution in wealth and power, and they want to take the initiative in this change."

Lin En was silent for a moment, then turned to Eric and said, "We need to start investigating these funders, trace the flow of their funds, and find direct evidence."

Eric nodded. "It will be a big project, but we have the list. They can't get away with it."

Lin En put the notebook into his briefcase and said firmly, "Notify the investigation team and start with Callahan. He's the key to this network. As long as he opens his mouth, the others will be drawn in."

A few hours later, the headquarters investigation team took action. They reviewed Callahan's bank accounts and corporate transaction records and discovered a series of suspicious fund flows. These funds, through multiple layers of transfers, ultimately flowed into offshore accounts controlled by the experimental organization.

"There's enough evidence here to put Callahan in jail," the technician reported excitedly. "We can get a search warrant right away."

Lin En shook his head. "Although this evidence is conclusive, it's not enough to make him reveal all the financial backers behind him. He needs more pressure." (End of this chapter)