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Chapter 177 Hans's Excellent Suggestion!

Saka was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. Finally, he sighed and slowly said, "Yes, I'm a mutant. But that's not a bad thing; I was just born with these abilities."

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. They were both surprised and excited, their suspicions finally confirmed. But at the same time, they also realized that if this secret were to be exposed, it would bring enormous trouble to Saka and the Manhattan Dinosaur Club.

"Saka, we understand your situation," Lynn said sincerely, "but we have no other choice."

We are investigating a mysterious organization that has been searching for mutants and using their abilities for nefarious purposes. We are concerned that you may become their target.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of fear crossed Saka's eyes. He clearly knew something about the mysterious organization and was aware that he might be in danger.

"So what are you planning to do?" Saka asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Hans stated firmly, "We must expose the true nature of that mysterious organization and protect the safety of all mutants. At the same time, we hope you will join us in fighting that organization."

Saka remained silent for a long time before finally nodding: "Alright, I'm willing to cooperate with you. But you must guarantee that my identity will not be revealed."

However, as the investigation deepened, they gradually uncovered some hidden secrets within the Manhattan Dinosaur Club. It turned out that some of the club's higher-ups were colluding with the mysterious organization, attempting to exploit mutant abilities for personal gain.

"We must act quickly," Lynn said anxiously. "We can't let those guys succeed."

Hans nodded: "That's right, we need to find a way to expose their true colors and let everyone know the truth."

With Saka's help, Lynn and Hans devised a meticulous plan. They decided to use Saka's performance in the next match to expose the conspiracy of the mysterious organization.

On the day of the game, the stadium was packed with cheers as the crowd rallied for the Manhattan Dinosaurs. Saka, as the team's starting forward, naturally became the center of attention.

Shortly after the match began, Saka displayed astonishing strength. He relied on his extraordinary speed and power...

He repeatedly broke through the opponent's defense and steadily sent the ball into the goal. The audience cheered and applauded Saka's brilliant performance.

However, near the end of the match, an unexpected incident occurred. Saka suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up during a challenge.

He was groaning in pain. The referee immediately stopped the game, and medical personnel rushed onto the field to treat him.

The audience erupted in shock, speculating whether Saka's injury was serious. However, when the medical staff removed Saka's jersey, everyone was stunned. The slightly bulging muscle on Saka's shoulder was now gleaming with an eerie green light!

"Mutants!" someone exclaimed.

Chaos erupted in the stadium. Spectators buzzed with discussion, some fleeing in terror, while others curiously gathered around to see what was happening.

Just then, Lynn and Hans stepped forward. They presented pre-prepared evidence, revealing the truth about the mysterious organization's collusion with the executives of the Manhattan Dinosaur Club.

"Listen up, everyone!" Lynn shouted. "Saka is a mutant, that's true, but he's not a monster! He was just born with these abilities. And that mysterious organization has been using mutant abilities for evil purposes. We must expose them and protect all mutants!"

Hans added, "We have enough evidence to prove all of this. We hope everyone can trust us and join us in fighting that evil organization!"

The following morning, sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, illuminating the bustling streets of Manhattan. Lynn and Hans, dressed in crisp FBI uniforms with gleaming badges, strode confidently towards the Manhattan Dinosaurs' training facility. Their mission was daunting—to investigate and arrest mutant players suspected of violating competition rules.

"Lynn, are you sure we want to do this?" Hans asked hesitantly, a hint of unease in his eyes.

“Of course, Hans,” Lynn said firmly and resolutely. “We have irrefutable evidence that there are mutants on the Dinosaur Team who are playing against the rules. This not only violates the spirit of sports, but could also cause social unrest. As FBI agents, we have a responsibility to uphold justice and order.”

The two arrived at the team's training facility, where they saw the players sweating profusely on the field, while the manager calmly directed the game. Lynn and Hans showed their credentials and went straight to the manager.

"Manager, we are FBI agents." Lynn showed his badge, his tone serious. "We have reason to believe that your team has mutants participating in the competition against regulations. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Upon hearing this, the manager's face instantly turned ashen. He glared at Lynn and Hans, his eyes wide with fury: "What makes you say that? Our team has always followed the rules and has never violated them!"

"We have evidence." Hans pulled a document from his pocket and handed it to the manager. "This is the report on our players' genetic testing. The report shows that several players have genetic sequences that are different from normal people, exhibiting mutant characteristics."

The manager took the report and quickly flipped through a few pages. His face grew increasingly grim, until it was almost dripping with anger. He looked up at Lynn and Hans, his eyes flashing with fury: "You're framing them! These players are innocent! They're just exceptionally talented; how can they be labeled as mutants?"

"Mr. Manager, we understand your feelings," Lynn said calmly. "However, rules are rules. Mutants participating not only violates the fairness of sports but could also trigger a series of unpredictable consequences. We must act in accordance with the law."

After speaking, Lynn and Hans signaled to the agents behind them to begin their operation. They quickly surrounded several players suspected of violating the rules, preparing to take them away.

The players, seeing this, showed expressions of fear and anger. They struggled, trying to break free from the agents' restraints. The manager rushed forward, attempting to stop it all.

"You can't do this!" the manager roared. "These players are the soul of the team! They've given countless hours of sweat and effort! You can't just take them away like this!"

Lynn and Hans looked grim; they knew a conflict was inevitable. But as FBI agents, they had to uphold their duties and principles.

"Mr. Manager, please understand our position." Lynn's tone was firm and forceful. "We are not targeting these individual players, but upholding fairness and order in the entire sports world. If mutants are allowed to compete against the rules, the fairness of sports competitions will be completely destroyed."

Upon hearing this, the manager paused for a moment, stunned. He seemed to realize Lynn and Hans's determination and understood that he could not change this fact. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes flashing with helplessness and sorrow.

"Alright—" the manager's voice was low and hoarse, "I will cooperate with your investigation. However, please make sure to treat these players fairly. They really just love football and want to showcase their talent on this stage."

Lynn and Hans nodded; they understood the manager's concerns and expectations. They promised to handle the matter fairly and ensure that every player received the treatment they deserved.

However, at that moment, an unexpected situation occurred. A player suspected of violating the rules suddenly broke free from the agents' restraints and rushed towards the adjacent stands. He leaped and effortlessly jumped onto the high ground of the stands!

"Grab him!" Lynn shouted, signaling the agents to act quickly.

However, the player's speed and agility were superhuman. He dodged left and right in the stands, easily evading the agents' pursuit. Finally, he stopped at the edge of the stands, turned around, and gave Lynn and Hans a strange smile.

"You think you can catch me like this?" The player's voice was full of provocation and disdain. "I'm a mutant! I possess strength and abilities you can't even imagine!"

After saying that, he leaped off the high platform! However, he didn't fall to the ground, but landed steadily. Then, he quickly ran towards the nearby woods and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Chase him!" Lynn shouted, leading the agents in pursuit. They knew the player's escape could cause significant trouble for the entire investigation. However, as FBI agents, they had to do everything in their power to bring him to justice.

After a fierce chase and struggle, Lynn and Hans finally subdued the escaped player. They took him back to the team's training facility to undergo further investigation along with the other players suspected of misconduct.

Lynn sat in the dim light of the interrogation room, several thick documents spread out on the table in front of him—details of the mutant players on the Manhattan Dinosaurs basketball team. He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the tension that had been building up over the past few days. This mission was far more complicated than he had anticipated; the identities and backgrounds of the mutant players were shrouded in mystery, making them difficult to ascertain.

His first interrogation was of a mutant player named Jack, a young man with extraordinary speed and stamina. Jack sat opposite him, calm, his eyes gleaming with an indomitable spirit.

"Jack," Lynn began, his voice deep and powerful, "we know you're a mutant. Can you tell me how you became a member of the Manhattan Dinosaurs team?"

Jack looked up and stared directly into Lynn's eyes. "Agent, I am indeed a mutant, but I haven't done anything illegal. I joined the team voluntarily because I love football and I want to showcase my talent on this stage."

"Voluntary participation?" Lynn frowned. "Do you know that it's against the rules for mutants to participate?"

Jack shook his head: "I know this rule exists, but I think it's unfair. Mutants are people too."

We also have the right to pursue our dreams. Besides, the team didn't force me to do anything; I did it willingly.

Lynn was silent for a moment. He understood Jack's position, but the law was the law and could not be violated. He continued, "Then can you tell me how you discovered you were a mutant? Did you have any contact with any illegal laboratories?"

Jack smiled, a bitter smile tinged with his voice: "Agent, you've misunderstood. I wasn't created in some illegal lab. My abilities are innate; I've had them since I can remember. I've never had contact with any illegal organization; I'm just an ordinary football enthusiast."

Over the next few hours, Lynn interrogated several other mutant players. Their answers were almost identical—they all joined the team voluntarily and had no connection with any illegal laboratories.

One of the players, named Max, possessed superhuman strength and explosiveness. He was particularly emotional during the interrogation: "Detective, you know what? I've always dreamed of becoming a professional player, but because of my abilities, I was always ostracized. Until one day, the manager of the Manhattan Dinosaurs approached me and told me that here, I could fully showcase my talent without caring about what others thought. I'm truly grateful to him; he gave me a chance to realize my dream."

As Lynn listened to Max's words, a ripple of doubt stirred within him. He began to wonder if he had truly misjudged these players. Were they really just passionate about football and eager to showcase their talent on this stage?

However, as an FBI agent, he couldn't act on emotion alone. He had to find concrete evidence to prove whether these players had truly not had contact with the illegal laboratory.

Therefore, Lynn decided to investigate further. He contacted the team manager and requested to see the players' signing records and contracts. At the same time, he also sent his men to conduct a detailed investigation into the players' backgrounds.

A few days later, the investigation results came out. To Lynn's surprise, the players' joining records and contracts were all legal and valid, with no trace of forgery. Their background checks also showed that they were indeed from ordinary families and had no contact with any illegal organizations. Lynn was deeply confused. If these players really had no connection with illegal laboratories, then why did they possess mutant abilities? Were they really born that way?

He decided to interrogate the players again, trying to get more clues from them.

"Jack," Lynn said again, facing Jack, "we've conducted a thorough investigation into your backgrounds and joining records. The results show that you all joined the team voluntarily and had no contact with any illegal organizations. However, I still want to know, where did you acquire your abilities?"

Jack paused for a moment, then slowly began, "Agent, we've actually been searching for the answer to this question ourselves. Our abilities seem to be innate, but we don't know why. We've tried to trace our family history to see if there are any similar precedents, but to no avail. All we know is that we are different from others, but we yearn to be accepted, to find our place in this world."

Listening to Jack's words, Lynn felt a surge of inexplicable emotion. He began to realize that these players weren't monsters or criminals; they were just ordinary people with special abilities. They longed to be understood and accepted, and to find a sense of belonging in this world full of prejudice and discrimination.

"Jack," Lynn's voice softened considerably, "I understand how you feel. However, as an FBI agent, I must ensure the fair application of the law. It's true that mutants participating violated the rules, but I also believe you didn't intend to break the law. I will do my best to secure a fair outcome for you."

Upon hearing this, a glint of gratitude flashed in Jack's eyes: "Thank you, Agent. We know our identities are special, but we also hope to participate in various activities of this society on an equal footing, just like everyone else. We believe that the law is just and will give us a fair judgment."

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling Lynn's desk. However, this warmth did nothing to alleviate Lynn's anxiety. His brow was furrowed, his eyes revealing helplessness and restlessness, as he paced back and forth in the small office, as if each step exacerbated his inner turmoil.

"The trail has gone cold again—"

Lynn muttered to himself, his voice filled with helplessness. His investigation into the mutant players on the Manhattan Dinosaurs basketball team had reached a stalemate. Despite interrogating several players, their testimonies were all identical, insisting they joined the team voluntarily and had nothing to do with any illegal laboratories.

Hans, Lynn's partner, a burly, sharp-eyed agent, was sitting at his desk, intently reviewing the documents in his hands. He glanced up at Lynn, understanding his anxiety.

"Lynn, perhaps we can approach this from another angle." Hans's voice was steady and powerful, like a ray of light piercing through the fog in Lynn's heart.

"What angle?" Lynn immediately stopped and looked intently at Hans.

"These players' children," Hans said slowly. "If the players really are involved with illegal laboratories, then their children are very likely to have been implicated as well. Perhaps we can find new clues from the children."

Lynn's eyes lit up at the suggestion. This was an angle he had never considered before, but it was definitely worth a try. He immediately grabbed his coat and gestured for Hans to follow: "Come on, let's go to Saka's house. He's a key player on the team and one of the mutants. Perhaps his son can provide us with some clues."

The two drove to Saka's residence. Along the way, Lynn silently pondered how to question Saka's son in a way that would not arouse the other party's suspicion while still obtaining valuable information.

When they arrived at Saka's house, Saka was trimming the flowers and plants in the yard. He seemed a little surprised to see Lynn and Hans. But he quickly regained his composure and warmly invited the two of them into the house.

"Saka, we're here to find out about your son," Lynn said bluntly.