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Mark nodded. "Judging from the flow of this money, he's likely paving the way for his departure. If we don't act quickly, we'll never be able to recover it once he transfers all the funds overseas."

Lynn put down the file and quickly picked up the phone, dialing her contact in the finance department. "This is FBI Agent Lynn Stacy. We've discovered a significant economic anomaly involving a corporation. Please initiate account freezing procedures immediately, targeting the company accounts of Stark Metal Factory. This is an emergency involving a large sum of money being moved abroad."

The person on the other end of the line responded quickly, "Received, Agent. We'll handle it immediately."

After hanging up, Lynn dialed another line, contacting the team responsible for monitoring financial crimes, explaining Stark's situation in detail, and requesting further tracking of the funds' flow.

Mark said from the side, "Agent, we also need to consider that Stark may have other arrangements in place. If we only freeze the accounts, he might use other methods to take the money."

Lynn nodded, her gaze stern. "You're right. We can't rely solely on freezing the accounts. I'll contact the border and airport authorities to ensure he can't escape through other channels."

Subsequently, Lynn contacted the border control center and the security chiefs of major airports, listing Stark as a key person of interest, and sharing his recent activity information and relevant data.

Several hours later, the finance department reported that Stark's company accounts had been successfully frozen, and five million dollars had been intercepted in the accounts, preventing further transfer. At the same time, the financial team tracked that the funds were originally intended to flow through a complex money-laundering network to an offshore company in the Caribbean.

Upon receiving the news, Lynn quickly dispatched a team to Stark's company office. She went there herself with Mark, ensuring that there would be no oversights. When they arrived, Stark had obviously received wind of it and was hastily organizing documents.

"Mr. Stark," Lynn said, walking into the office, her gaze as sharp as a knife. "It seems you're busy."

Stark's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly concealed his panic, saying with a forced smile, "Agent, I wonder what brings you here?"

"I think you know," Lynn said sternly. "Your attempt to transfer five million dollars to an overseas account constitutes a serious economic crime."

Stark's face changed completely, his voice trembling. "I... I was just trying to ensure the company's funds were flexible! This is a misunderstanding!"

Lynn smiled coldly. "Flexible? The funds are flowing directly to an offshore company, obviously to evade regulation. If you want to explain, you can do so slowly in court."

Immediately, Lynn signaled the officers behind her to step forward and arrest Stark. His office was quickly searched, and all documents and equipment that might be related to the flow of funds were seized on the spot.

As she left, Lynn glanced back at the man who had once been high and mighty, now dejectedly being escorted to a police car.

Lynn stood in the finance department's conference room, files spread out on the table, with several colleagues and financial investigators waiting for her decision. The five million dollars from Stark's frozen company accounts was the most important asset in the case, and Lynn knew that this money would determine the outcome of the struggle.

"This money cannot simply be deposited into government accounts as frozen assets," Lynn said calmly, looking around at everyone. "They come from Stark's company operations, and this money actually belongs to those exploited and unpaid employees. Their rights must be given priority."

A finance official frowned. "Agent, you know this requires judicial procedures to handle. While I agree with your view, we need time."

"Time?" Lynn's tone was low and firm. "Those employees have been owed wages for two years; they don't have any more time to wait. If judicial procedures hinder the realization of justice, then we must find another legal and quick way."

After several hours of discussion and coordination, Lynn finally obtained special permission from her superiors to prioritize the use of a portion of the funds frozen from Stark's company to pay the wages owed to employees in the form of a special project. Lynn personally participated in the fund distribution plan, working with the finance department to verify the wage list, ensuring that every worker received the compensation they deserved.

The next day, a temporary payment window was set up outside the factory, and Lynn and representatives from the finance department came to the scene together. One by one, the workers stepped forward, with doubt and unease, to receive their pay slips.

"Is this real?" An old worker with gray hair looked at the check in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Is this really all my wages from the past year and a half?"

Lynn stood beside him, smiling slightly. "Yes, it's real. Your efforts should not be ignored; this money belongs to you in the first place."

Some workers held the checks, almost bursting into tears of excitement. They began to applaud spontaneously, and more people gathered around, creating a scene of emotion. Some workers even stepped forward, patted Lynn on the shoulder, and thanked her for everything she had done.

"Agent, you are our true friend!" A young worker said excitedly. "If it weren't for you, we would never have received this money."

Lynn simply smiled faintly. "I just did what I should do. This struggle was your courage that made me see the problem; we just helped you achieve the justice you deserved."

At the same time, Kate, standing in the distance of the crowd, held up a tape recorder and notebook, recording the entire event. She had already learned the complete details of the case from Lynn, and today's scene was exactly what she wanted to capture. The workers' emotion, Lynn's persistence, and Stark's ultimate failure would all become the stories under her pen.

When all the workers had received their wages, Kate stepped forward, her eyes shining with admiration and respect. "Lynn, you know this will become an explosive news story, right?"

"I guessed so," Lynn said, looking at her with a light smile. "But I hope you can use your way to truly clarify the significance of this matter. This is not about me, not about Stark, but about those ordinary people, their persistence, their justice."

Kate nodded. "Don't worry, I will."

A few days later, Kate's report was published on the largest news platform in the city. The title was 'The Price of Justice: How an FBI Agent Helped Workers Recover Exploited Wages.' The article detailed how Stark used complex means to delay workers' wages, how he tried to transfer funds to escape, and how Lynn and her team discovered and stopped all this. Kate also specifically interviewed several workers, using their real voices to tell how their lives had been restarted because of this salary.

The report, once published, attracted widespread attention from society.

Lynn pushed open the door of the restaurant. Kate was already sitting by the window, sipping coffee while looking down at the notebook in her hand. Hearing the footsteps, she looked up, revealing a smile. "Lynn, five minutes late is not your style."

"Don't mention it," Lynn said, sitting down helplessly, taking off her coat and draping it over the back of the chair. "I just came out of the police station. The phone almost exploded today."

Kate raised her eyebrows, pretending to be innocent, and asked, "Oh? What happened?"

Lynn smiled wryly and glanced at her. "You dare to ask? After your report went viral, everyone in the police station used that article to tease me. 'The righteous agent,' 'the hero of the working class,' and some people said I should be given an award."

Kate couldn't help but laugh and put down her notebook. "I just wrote the facts. What's wrong? Does the hero agent not like being praised?"

Lynn sighed, picked up the water that the waiter had just brought, and took a sip. "It's okay to like praise, but you wrote me too gloriously. The public may think I'm a perfect person after reading it, but I know I'm just doing my duty. You praise me so highly. If I do something wrong one day, so many people will be watching me, and it will be terrible if I fall."

Kate grinned, blinked, and said, "Then don't fall. Maintain your standards and continue to be the embodiment of justice. Isn't that your strength?"

Lynn put down the glass and shook her head helplessly. "I really admire you. Do you know how much attention that report has caused? There were reporters guarding outside the police station today, wanting to interview me, as if I were some kind of idol star."

"That shows you did a good job," Kate said unceremoniously. "The public needs a role model, not those bureaucrats who hide in their offices and point fingers. You showed what a true law enforcement officer should do—use practical actions to help ordinary people fight for what they deserve."

Lynn looked at Kate, sighed, but there was a trace of imperceptible gratitude in his eyes. "It's nice of you to say that. But I don't want to be a role model. I just want to do my job quietly and stay away from those spotlights."

Kate smiled slightly, her tone a little softer. "Lynn, you may not care, but for those workers, your actions have changed their lives. You not only recovered their wages, but also gave them hope. No matter what you think, this matter is meaningful, and your name is linked to this meaning."

Lynn was silent for a while, and finally nodded. "Okay, Kate, you win. I admit that this result did make me feel a little satisfied, although the process was quite tiring."

Kate raised her coffee cup with a smile. "That's right. Come on, let's celebrate our 'Justice Agent'."

Lynn rolled his eyes, but still picked up the water glass and gently touched her cup. The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere relaxed.

"But seriously," Lynn put down the cup, his tone with a hint of banter, "next time you write a report about me, can you be a little more low-key? Don't make the whole city know me."

Kate tilted her head, with a smirk on her face. "A little more low-key? Are you saying 'The Unsung Hero Agent'? Sounds pretty good too."

Lynn helplessly supported his forehead. "Forget it, I shouldn't have mentioned this to you."

Kate laughed, her eyes with a bit of slyness. "Lynn, don't be too modest. You are more suitable to be recognized than you think. The public needs to see someone doing the right thing, and you are such a person."

Lynn didn't say anything, just shook his head, but a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Kate stirred the coffee, and suddenly said in a brisk tone: "By the way, Lynn, I recently looked through the old archives of our newspaper and found something interesting—the hunter's cabin in the eastern suburbs forest, have you heard of it?"

Lynn looked up, frowning slightly: "Hunter's cabin? Are you talking about the 'haunted' place? It was a few years ago, I really heard of it."

A flash of excitement flashed in Kate's eyes: "Yes, that's it! Legend has it that an old hunter mysteriously disappeared in the cabin. Later, people in the forest said that they would hear strange noises in the dark night, and some people saw shadows floating in the windows. The file mentioned that the police investigated at the time, but it ended without resolution."

Lynn put down the coffee cup, his expression obviously more alert: "I don't remember much about that case, but what is certain is that this is not as simple as 'haunted'. It may be a man-made cause, or other situations, but it is definitely not a supernatural event."

Kate leaned on the back of the chair and said with a smile: "I don't care about supernatural or not, I just think it's a bit interesting. Look, readers like this kind of thing. If I can go and see it myself, maybe I can write a wonderful report!"

Lynn's eyes sank, and his tone became serious: "Kate, this is not a place for you to explore casually. The forest itself has a complex terrain, and rescue is difficult if something goes wrong. Besides, if there is any danger, what will you do alone?"

Kate waved her hand, looking nonchalant: "Don't be so nervous, I'm not a brainless person. I'll go during the day, bring equipment and maps, it will definitely be fine. Besides, if there is really any danger, can't I run away?"

Lynn sighed, his tone with a bit of helplessness: "Kate, you are always too confident in your adventurous spirit. You know, not all dangers can be foreseen, especially in that kind of place. Even if there are no 'ghosts', some people may use that place to do some shady things."

Kate stared at Lynn, with a sly smile in her eyes: "So, are you worried about me, or do you think I can't handle it?"

Lynn looked at her helplessly: "Both. I don't deny that you are smart, and I don't deny that you are brave, but smart and brave cannot replace safety. I suggest you don't touch this matter, at least, don't go alone."

Kate picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and her eyes flashed with persistence: "Okay, I promise you, I won't go alone. But if I find valuable clues, you have to accompany me to investigate."

Lynn raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed: "Kate, you are always like this. Every time I talk to you, I feel that my hair is a few more white."

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