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Chapter 180 Getting Closer to Little Harry!

Harvey looked at Lynn, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew this young man possessed extraordinary courage and determination. Finally, he slowly nodded: "Alright, Lynn. I approve of your plan. But you must remember, safety first, and stay in touch at all times. If any danger arises, retreat immediately."

Upon hearing this, Lynn felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew he wasn't fighting alone; he had the powerful backing of the FBI.

He nodded and said firmly, "Don't worry, sir. I will definitely complete the mission, expose the crimes of the Carlos Merchant Guild, and bring the truth to light."

As night fell, the lights of Manhattan twinkled like stars, illuminating every corner of the city. In an unassuming little bar, Lynn and Hans sat at a corner table, conversing in hushed tones. Their gazes shifted between seriousness and unwavering determination, as if they were plotting something momentous.

"Lynn, are we really going to target Harry?" Hans's voice was low and cautious; he knew the weight of this decision. Harry, the son of the manager of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, a seemingly纨绔 (playboy/spoiled brat) young man with hidden cunning, his identity and background made this plan full of unknowns and dangers.

Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes resolute: "Hans, we have no other choice. The Carlos Merchant Guild is too large; breaking through head-on is almost impossible. But little Harry, he might be our breakthrough point."

Hans frowned; he understood Lynn's intentions. By getting close to Harry, they might be able to obtain internal intelligence about the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, and perhaps even find key clues to the mysterious "X" project. However, the plan was also extremely risky; failure would have unimaginable consequences.

“But Lynn,” Hans continued, “Little Harry isn’t so easy to approach. The people around him are all elites from the Carlos Merchant Guild, and we could be exposed if we’re not careful.”

Lynn nodded; he was well aware of the difficulty of this plan. However, he had made thorough preparations and plans. He took a photo out of his pocket and placed it on the table: "Look, this is the nightclub that Little Harry has been frequenting lately. We can get close to him through here."

Hans picked up the photo and examined it closely. The nightclub was called "Dark Night," a famous entertainment venue in Manhattan, a gathering place for celebrities and wealthy young people. If he wanted to get close to Harry, this was indeed a good choice.

"Alright," Hans finally nodded, "but we must proceed with caution. We cannot let the Carlos Chamber of Commerce discover our intentions."

Lynn smiled and patted Hans on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Hans. I've got a plan. We just need to follow it, and we'll definitely succeed."

Over the next few days, Lynn and Hans began their intensive preparations. They gathered information about Harry's preferences and habits through various channels and developed a detailed action plan. At the same time, they also began scouting and reconnaissance of the "Dark Night" nightclub to ensure that every detail was flawless.

Finally, one weekend night, Lynn and Hans arrived at the "Dark Night" nightclub. Dressed in fashionable clothes, they blended into the crowd, looking like ordinary young people. However, their eyes were always fixed on one direction—the booth where little Harry was.

Little Harry was sitting in a booth, surrounded by several young and pretty girls and a few menacing-looking men. They seemed to be enjoying the night of revelry, completely oblivious to Lynn and Hans's presence.

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance; they knew it was time to make their move. They slowly approached little Harry's booth, trying to find a suitable opportunity to get close to him.

However, just as they were about to get close, an accident occurred. A drunken man suddenly bumped into Lynn, knocking the wine glass out of his hand. The glass arced through the air and struck little Harry squarely on the head.

"Damn it!" Little Harry roared, jumping to his feet and fiercely scanning his surroundings. "Who did this?"

Lynn inwardly cursed, knowing this unexpected event might disrupt their plans. However, he didn't panic; instead, he quickly calmed down and devised a solution.

He approached little Harry with feigned apology and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, sir. That's my friend; he's drunk. I apologize on his behalf."

Harry glared at Lynn, seemingly about to explode. But when he saw Lynn's sincere expression and Hans's seemingly harmless smile beside him, he slowly nodded: "Alright, I'll let you off this time. But watch out next time!"

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief; he knew the crisis was temporarily averted. At the same time, he also realized that this might be a good opportunity to get closer to Harry.

"Sir," Lynn continued, "to express our apologies, we would like to offer you a drink. Do you have time?"

Harry glanced at Lynn, seemingly hesitant. But when he saw the premium whiskey in Lynn and Hans's hands, he nodded: "Alright, since you're so sincere, I'll accept."

Lynn and Hans exchanged a smile; they knew that the plan was already halfway to success.

The Manhattan night was as dark as ink, neon lights flickering in the damp air, shrouding the city that never sleeps in a veil of mystery. The "Dark Currents" bar, tucked away in a corner of the city, was bustling with activity. Deep jazz music flowed through the air, weaving together with the whispers of the patrons into a silent nocturne. Lynn and Hans sat at a corner table, their eyes frequently glancing towards the door, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

"Will he come?" Hans asked in a low voice, toying with an empty wine glass in his hand, a hint of unease in his eyes.

"He'll definitely come," Lynn answered confidently, his gaze firm and deep. "Harry, that rebellious kid, trusts us to a certain extent, especially when he wants to show off."

The words had barely left his mouth when the bar door was flung open, letting in a gust of cold air. Harry appeared in the doorway, wearing a leather jacket, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes carrying a hint of rebelliousness. He glanced around, quickly pinpointing Lynn and Hans's location, and strode over.

"Hey, you guys, sorry to keep you waiting." Harry plopped down in a chair and laughed heartily.

"Not too late, just right." Lynn smiled and handed him a glass of wine. "Come on, cheers to your freedom."

The three clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. The warm liquid slid down their throats, seemingly melting away the barriers between them.

"I heard you guys are quite interested in the Carlos Chamber of Commerce lately?" Harry suddenly asked, his tone tinged with amusement.

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, secretly pleased. They knew that Harry's words meant their conversation was about to get down to business.

"Yes, the Carlos Chamber of Commerce is riding high these days, how could we not be interested?" Lynn said casually. "But Harry, you seem to know quite a bit about the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

Harry smiled smugly upon hearing this: "Of course, my dad's a high-ranking member of the Chamber of Commerce. However, there are some things that even I can't just say."

"Oh? So mysterious?" Hans raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Could you reveal something less mysterious? For example, has the Chamber of Commerce made any big moves recently?"

Harry hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. Finally, he slowly spoke: "Actually, there's something I've always wanted to say, but I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it."

"Go ahead, Harry," Lynn encouraged. "We've been through a lot; there's nothing we can't handle."

Harry took a deep breath and lowered his voice, saying, "The Carlos Company is secretly researching mutants."

"What?!" Lynn and Hans exclaimed simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"You heard me right, mutants," Harry repeated. "Those beings with superhuman abilities. The Chamber of Commerce somehow acquired this technology and is secretly experimenting with it."

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance; they knew the gravity of the news. The emergence of mutants would completely disrupt the existing social order and could even trigger an unprecedented crisis.

"Harry, are you sure?" Lynn asked in a deep voice. "This is no joke."

"I'm absolutely sure," Harry said earnestly. "I've seen those test subjects with my own eyes; their abilities are beyond imagination. And..."

The Chamber of Commerce seems to be looking for a way to apply this capability to ordinary people.

"This is insane!" Hans couldn't help but exclaim. "What is the Carlos Merchant Guild thinking? Don't they know the consequences of their actions?"

"Consequences?" Harry gave a wry smile. "In their eyes, there's only profit and power. As for the consequences, that's someone else's business."

The three fell silent, each pondering the shock of the news. The music in the bar continued to play, but now it sounded particularly jarring.

"Harry," Lynn finally broke the silence, "can you tell us more about this plan? For example, where are they testing it? What stage is the testing at?"

Harry shook his head, his expression grave. "I only know the general outline; my dad never lets me get involved in the specific details. Besides, the Chamber of Commerce is extremely secretive; it's practically impossible to find out more information."

"What should we do then?" Hans asked anxiously. "We can't just sit here and wait to die, can we?"

"Of course not." Lynn's eyes gleamed with determination. "We must find a way to stop the Carlos Chamber of Commerce's plan."

Whether for the sake of social stability or for the sake of those innocent test subjects.

"But what should we do?" Harry looked at Lynn and Hans with some confusion. "Our strength is too insignificant; we can't possibly defeat the Carlos Merchant Guild."

"No," Lynn patted Harry on the shoulder, "power may vary, but justice will never be absent. As long as we are united..."

We will definitely find a way to defeat them.

Over the next few days, Lynn, Hans, and Harry began intensively gathering information about the Carlos Company and the mutant project. Using their respective resources and connections, they gradually pieced together a rough outline. However, as the investigation deepened, they became increasingly aware of the project's complexity and danger.

"We have to be careful," Hans warned during a secret meeting. "The Carlos Chamber of Commerce is no pushover; they will do everything they can to stop us."

“I know,” Lynn said in a deep voice, “but we can’t give up because we’re afraid. We must find those test subjects and expose the crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce.”

"But we don't even know where the test subjects are," Harry said, somewhat frustrated.

"Don't worry," Lynn comforted her, "There will always be clues. As long as we don't give up, we will definitely find them."

Just as the three were at an impasse, unexpected news reached their ears. It turned out that a scientist from the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, dissatisfied with the Chamber's actions, had decided to expose the truth. He secretly sent some crucial information to Lynn and his companions.

"Great!" Harry shouted excitedly, "Now we have hope!"

"Don't get too excited," Lynn cautioned. "This is just the beginning; the real challenges are yet to come."

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling Harry's face. He slowly opened his eyes, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind like a nightmare. Lynn, Hans, and the secret about the Carlos Merchant Guild weighed on his heart like a boulder.

He knew he couldn't bear this alone; he had to tell his father.

Harry got dressed and went out of his room, where he ran into his father, Old Harry, who was reading the newspaper in the living room. Old Harry was a burly, stern-faced middle-aged man whose eyes always conveyed an undeniable authority.

"Dad, I have something I want to tell you," Harry said in a low voice, mustering his courage.

Old Harry looked up, glanced at Harry warily, and asked in a cold tone, "What is it?"

Harry took a deep breath and told his father everything about his meeting with Lynn and Hans the night before, including their conversation. He had thought his father would understand his predicament and support their righteous cause; however, things took a far greater turn than he had anticipated.

Old Harry's face grew increasingly grim as Harry recounted his story, eventually turning almost ashen. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and glared at Harry: "Do you know what you're saying? Is the Carlos Chamber of Commerce any of your business?"

Harry, intimidated by his father's imposing manner, involuntarily took a step back: "But, Dad, they're doing something immoral."

We cannot stand idly by.

"Immoral?" Old Harry sneered. "There are plenty of immoral things in this world, how can you possibly manage them all? Besides..."

What makes you think you can change anything? You're just a greenhorn!

Harry was stung by his father's words. His eyes widened as he retorted, "Dad, I did this for justice, for those innocent people. We can't choose to remain silent out of fear."

"Justice?" Old Harry roared in fury. He stepped forward and slapped Harry hard across the face. "This is your so-called justice? Do you know how much trouble your actions will cause us? The Carlos Merchant Guild is not someone we can afford to mess with!"

Harry's face stung with pain. He was stunned. He had never seen his father so angry, nor had he ever been hit by his father. He felt a surge of resentment and confusion, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Dad, I—" Harry choked up, but couldn't speak.

Seeing Harry's expression, Old Harry's anger subsided slightly. He sighed and said seriously, "Harry, I know you have a sense of justice, which is a good thing. However, this world is much more complex than you think. Some things cannot be solved with just enthusiasm. You'd better not interfere in the affairs of the Carlos Merchant Guild anymore, otherwise you will only harm yourself and our family."

Harry fell silent. He knew he couldn't persuade his father, and he understood his father's concerns. But his sense of justice wouldn't allow him to give up. He looked up at his father and said firmly, "Dad, I understand your worries, but I can't just stand by and watch them do bad things. I'll be careful and won't put myself in danger."

Looking into Harry's resolute eyes, old Harry felt a pang of doubt. He knew his son was a man of strong will, and once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change it. But as a father, he had a responsibility to protect his family and couldn't let Harry take that risk.

"Harry," old Harry said earnestly, "I know you have your reasons, but this matter is far too dangerous. Promise me you won't interfere in the affairs of the Carlos Merchant Guild again, okay?"

Harry looked at his father, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew he couldn't let his father down like this, but he also couldn't go against his conscience. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly said, "Dad, I promise you, I'll be careful. But if I ever discover any important clues, I will definitely tell you."

Old Harry looked at Harry, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew his son had grown up, with his own thoughts and judgment. He could no longer restrain him as he had when he was a child; he could only silently support him and hope he would be safe and sound.

"Alright," old Harry sighed helplessly, "promise me you'll be careful. If there's any danger, tell me immediately."

Harry nodded, a warm feeling welling up inside him. He knew that no matter what he did, his father would always stand behind him, silently supporting him. This family love was his most precious treasure.

In a secluded corner of Manhattan, in a seemingly ordinary café, old Harry sat by the window, his expression grave. His gaze frequently swept out the window, as if waiting for someone to arrive. A cup of coffee, long since cold, sat on the table, unnoticed.

Finally, the doorbell rang, and Lynn and Hans walked into the coffee shop one after the other, their eyes revealing a hint of determination.