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Lynn's gaze darkened, and he quickly searched his mind for the name. He opened an old file, flipped to a page, and stopped, pointing to the content, "Vincent Railton, I know this name. He's a financial broker who specializes in handling fund flows for criminals, especially good at hiding the source of funds. This guy disappeared for several years, looks like he's back."

Mark nodded and handed over the report, "There's something even more interesting. We found Vincent's name in the Blackwood bankruptcy files. He was one of the consultants responsible for liquidating the family assets at the time."

Lynn's eyes sharpened, he slammed the report on the table, and said in a low voice, "This shows that he not only participated in the liquidation back then, but also likely directly manipulated the collapse of the Blackwood family. Now that he's back, what does he want?"

Mark shrugged, "Either he wants to cover up what happened back then, or he wants to use those remaining resources again. This guy has always been driven by profit."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then stood up, "No matter what he wants to do, we have to find him. Send people to keep an eye on his possible hideouts, notify all relevant departments, this person has become a key target."

At the same time, Kate sat in her apartment, turned on her computer, and imported the photos she had taken that day one by one. Pictures flashed by, the ledgers, the handguns, and Lynn's focused expression at the scene were all recorded by her. Her finger lingered on an enlarged photo of a ledger, and her expression became serious.

"Fund flows, offshore accounts, family bankruptcy..." she muttered to herself, "What's hidden behind all this?"

Kate's professional sensitivity prevented her from letting go of these questions. She opened some old news archives and searched for information related to the Blackwood family. There were few reports of the financial fraud case that year. Most of the content mentioned the family's sudden bankruptcy, but there was almost no mention of fund flows and inside information.

She stared at the screen, her brows furrowed, "Why was such a big case handled so hastily? Someone must have suppressed it."

Kate's intuition told her that Lynn must know more, but hadn't told her. She couldn't help but pick up her phone and dial Lynn's number.

After the phone was connected, Lynn's low voice came, "Kate, I'm very busy right now, what's the matter?"

"Lynn, I just want to know, how complicated is the Blackwood thing?" Kate asked directly, "You know this isn't just a normal bankruptcy, right?"

Lynn was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Kate, I can't tell you much, but you're right, this is more than just a normal bankruptcy. A lot of things were covered up back then, and what we're digging out now is just the tip of the iceberg."

Kate gripped her phone, her voice filled with insistence, "Then why don't you let me participate? I can help, Lynn, you know I have the ability to find more clues."

"Because you're not a police officer, Kate," Lynn's voice had a hint of helplessness, "This matter has gone beyond the scope of news reporting. It's related to the interests of many people, your involvement will only put yourself in danger."

Kate was silent, she understood Lynn's concerns, but she still couldn't let go of this story.

"Okay, I'll wait for your news," she finally compromised, but her heart was still full of unwillingness.

After Lynn hung up the phone, he looked at the information on the table and took a deep breath. He knew Kate's persistence and understood that she wouldn't give up easily. But now he had to concentrate on finding Vincent Railton's whereabouts and uncover the truth behind this case.

Lynn and Mark continued to track down Vincent's clues and gradually discovered some traces. Through financial flows and several deeply hidden files, they found several possible hideouts for Vincent. However, just as they were preparing to take further action, a strange phone call came to Lynn's phone.

"Detective Lynn, good evening," the voice on the other end of the phone was low and cold, with an unsettling calmness, "It seems you've recently become very interested in some old stories."

Lynn was slightly startled, then regained his composure, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that you are touching things you shouldn't be touching," the other party's voice faintly threatened, "Some truths are buried for a reason, Detective. If you continue to dig, it will only put more people in danger, including yourself."

Lynn gripped his phone, his voice stern, "Is that so? You think a few threats can make me back down?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "I know you're a stubborn person, so this is the last warning. If you insist on investigating, then you need to be prepared to bear the consequences."

After the phone was hung up, Lynn stared at the screen, his brows furrowed. He knew this wasn't just an ordinary intimidation, but someone was warning him, and the power behind it was obviously not to be underestimated.

Mark pushed the door open and walked in, and asked after seeing Lynn's expression: "What happened?"

Lynn put down the phone and briefly told Mark the content of the call just now. After listening, Mark's face also sank, "It seems that we have moved the interests of some people. Being able to get Vincent out of the mountain and send someone to threaten us, the water behind this is deeper than imagined."

Lynn nodded, his eyes becoming more determined: "That's why we can't stop. The deeper these people hide, the more they fear the truth being revealed. We must continue."

Mark showed a wry smile: "Can't you be a little more careful? This doesn't look like an ordinary case."

"I've always been careful," Lynn said calmly, but there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "But some things can't be careful to the point of stopping. This time, their threat will only make me more sure that we are on the right path."

In the following days, Lynn and Mark strengthened their tracking of Vincent, and also increased the protection of their own safety. They found an abandoned warehouse, suspected to be Vincent's temporary stronghold. Lynn decided to lead the team there himself.

That night, Lynn and Mark arrived at the periphery of the warehouse with a group of team members. Lynn raised his hand, signaling everyone to remain silent, and then took the lead into the warehouse. It was silent inside, but the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"Someone has been here," Mark said in a low voice, pointing to the fresh shoe prints on the ground.

Lynn nodded and advanced in the direction of the footprints. Soon after, they found a pile of documents and a laptop that had not been turned off in a hidden corner.

"Looks like we interrupted something important," Mark said in a low voice, and began to check the contents of the documents and the computer.

Lynn looked around, feeling alert. He knew that the other party might have deliberately left these things as bait, but the clues at this moment were too precious, and he had to take a risk.

The file opened on the computer was an encrypted financial record, involving multiple offshore accounts and cross-border transactions. Lynn glanced at it and said coldly: "These records are enough to expose a huge criminal network."

"Detective!" Mark suddenly shouted in a low voice, "There is also a list here, listing several names, all of whom were related to the Blackwood family back then."

Lynn took the list, and his eyes stayed on several familiar names. His mind quickly connected the investigation results of the past few days, and these people were likely the key figures in the collapse of the Blackwood family.

Just as they were about to go deeper, there were rapid footsteps outside the warehouse. Lynn immediately signaled the team members to enter a defensive state, and he said in a low voice: "They are here, be careful!"

A group of fully armed masked men rushed into the warehouse, their guns pointed directly at Lynn and his party. Lynn and Mark quickly covered the team members to fight back, and the confrontation instantly turned the silent warehouse into a battlefield.

In the chaos, Lynn found an opportunity to put the list and the computer into a waterproof bag, and then handed it to Mark: "Take it away, this is the most important evidence!"

"What about you?" Mark asked worriedly while fighting back.

"I will attract their attention," Lynn said firmly, "Go! Don't let these things fall into their hands."

Mark gritted his teeth, and finally nodded, and evacuated from the back door with the evidence. Lynn continued to deal with the enemy, gradually broke away from the encirclement with his agile skills, and disappeared into the night.

After returning to a safe place, Lynn and Mark reunited. Lynn wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the waterproof bag in Mark's hand, and breathed a sigh of relief: "These things are enough to tear through their disguise."

Mark nodded, his voice revealing a hint of relief: "Detective, they really want to stop us, but now, they should be afraid."

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When Lynn returned to the FBI branch, it was already late at night, but there was not a trace of fatigue in his eyes. He walked straight to the command room, quickly dialing several phone numbers as he walked. The lights in the branch quickly turned on, and the agents who received the notification rushed over. For a time, the entire branch was shrouded in a tense and orderly atmosphere.

"Everyone," Lynn stood in the center of the command room, his voice calm but with an unquestionable majesty, "Tonight's attack was not accidental. It was a precise operation against our investigation. The other party's goal is very clear, to prevent us from uncovering this conspiracy."

Mark stood aside and added: "The evidence in our hands is deadly enough, but the other party is obviously organized and planned. They will not give up easily."

Lynn nodded, his eyes swept over the agents present: "Now is the time for us to fight back. I need an elite squad, especially mutant agents to participate. Their abilities will be the key to this operation."

A senior agent asked: "Detective, what is the specific target?"

Lynn projected the clues extracted from the warehouse onto the screen, pointing to a marked location and said: "Through that computer, we have tracked down a possible stronghold. This is their gathering point, and it is also our best opportunity to completely destroy their network."

A mutant agent in the branch stepped forward. He was an electromagnetic force controller named Brian, who was usually responsible for high-risk missions. Brian said firmly: "Detective, I apply to join the operation."

Lynn looked at him and nodded: "Very good, we need your ability to disrupt their communications and weapon systems. Are there any other agents who volunteer to participate?"

Several mutant agents and ordinary agents raised their hands at the same time, and a satisfied expression appeared on Lynn's face: "Very good, the action time is set in one hour, everyone prepare your equipment. I don't want to see any mistakes."

In a combat conference room of the branch, Lynn and the team members quickly formulated an action plan. He projected the floor plan of the stronghold onto the table, marking the key areas with a laser pointer: "They may have deployed a defense system, but we will not give them a chance to fight back. Brian, you are responsible for paralyzing their communication network and interfering with their electronic equipment at the same time. Mark, lead people to break in from the front door to attract attention. I will lead another team to encircle from the flank, the goal is to capture the commander and prioritize control of the scene."

A young mutant agent asked in a low voice: "Detective, the other party may have more people than us, do we need additional support?"

Lynn shook his head: "The number of people is not the problem. Our advantage lies in the precise deployment and the ability of each person. Remember, our goal is not a head-on confrontation, but to quickly destroy their ability to act."

After the plan was finalized, everyone quickly devoted themselves to preparation. Lynn put on tactical equipment, with a pistol and communication equipment on his waist. He stood next to the convoy, and finally checked everyone's equipment and task assignment. After confirming that everything was correct, he waved his hand: "Let's go."

The convoy drove into the night, the target was clear.

When they arrived at the target location, Lynn signaled everyone to get out of the car and start approaching the stronghold silently. Brian stopped about fifty meters away from the stronghold, his hands raised slightly, and a subtle sound of electric current faintly sounded in the air. He said in a low voice: "I have interfered with their equipment, and communication and monitoring should have been paralyzed."

Lynn nodded, then commanded the team to disperse and sneak in. In the direction of the front door, Mark led the team to quickly break through the defense line and engaged in a brief exchange of fire with the other party's guards. At the same time, Lynn and his flanking team had quietly entered the stronghold.

The guards in the building were obviously affected by the electromagnetic interference, reacting sluggishly, and the accuracy of their weapons was also greatly reduced. Lynn led the team to advance quickly, and soon locked onto a tightly protected room.

He waved his hand, and two agents quickly broke into the door. The enemies inside had no time to react and were subdued on the ground. A man was sitting in the center of the room, the target Lynn had been looking for - Vincent Railton.

Vincent raised his head, a sneer in his eyes: "You are really persistent, Detective."

Lynn stepped forward and said coldly: "Vincent, your game is over. All the clues point to you, now it depends on how much you are willing to cooperate."

Vincent laughed: "You think you can solve the problem by catching me? You don't even know what you've gotten yourself into."

Lynn was unmoved and said firmly: "Then you might as well tell me, let me know what I have gotten myself into."

He waved his hand, and the agents behind him quickly handcuffed Vincent and took him out of the room. (End of this chapter)