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Chapter 181 Lynn visits Hans

Old Harry looked up, his gaze meeting Lynn and Hans's. Their eyes met in the air, sparks flying. He gestured for them to sit down, then slowly began, "Lynn, Hans, I know you've been investigating the Carlos Chamber of Commerce lately. As Harry's father and a member of the Chamber, it's my responsibility to speak with you."

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, already prepared. They knew this moment would come sooner or later.

I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. Lynn coughed lightly and spoke first: "Old Harry, our investigation of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce isn't targeting you or Harry, but because we've discovered some illegal activities by the Chamber. These matters concern the lives of many people, and we can't stand idly by."

Old Harry's eyes flickered slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to be so direct. He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Lynn, Hans, I understand your sense of justice. However, some things are beyond your control. The Carlos Chamber of Commerce is a vast organization with roots deeply embedded in every corner. If you continue your investigation, you'll only bring trouble upon yourselves."

Upon hearing this, Hans couldn't help but sneer: "Trouble? Old Harry, we're never afraid of trouble. If we choose to remain silent out of fear, how are we any different from those who aid and abet evil? We're investigating the Carlos Chamber of Commerce to uncover the truth and to protect innocent people."

Old Harry's expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Hans to be so firm. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "Hans, you're right. But do you know? Some things, once revealed, will have unimaginable consequences. Not only will they harm innocent people, but they could even trigger social unrest."

Lynn looked at old Harry, a hint of determination in his eyes: "Old Harry, we understand your concerns."

However, we cannot choose to run away out of fear of the consequences. The truth will eventually come to light. We have simply taken the first step.

Old Harry fell silent, knowing he couldn't persuade Lynn and Hans. He sighed, slowly pulled a bulging envelope from his pocket, and placed it on the table: "This is five hundred thousand US dollars, as compensation for your investigation. I hope you can take this money, leave this city, and stop interfering in the affairs of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

Lynn and Hans stared at the envelope on the table, their faces showing surprise. They hadn't expected Old Harry to try and settle things with money. Hans was the first to react; he jumped to his feet, glaring at Old Harry: "Old Harry, what do you take us for? We're fighting for justice, not for money! Take the money back! We won't give up the investigation!"

Lynn also stood up, a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "Old Harry, I used to think you were a man of justice. But now it seems I was wrong. You've gone so far as to use money to buy us off in order to protect the interests of the Chamber of Commerce. This disappoints us greatly."

Old Harry's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected Lynn and Hans to reject him so resolutely. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "Lynn, Hans, don't push your luck! The Carlos Chamber of Commerce is not someone you can afford to mess with! If you continue this investigation, you'll face the consequences!"

Upon hearing this, Hans couldn't help but sneer: "Bear the consequences? Old Harry, are you threatening us? Let us tell you, we are not afraid of threats! We only know that justice will surely prevail over evil! The crimes of the Carlos Merchant Guild will one day be exposed to the world!"

Lynn looked at Old Harry and said firmly, "Old Harry, we hope you understand that our investigation of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce is not for personal gain, but for social justice and peace. We hope you can stand on the side of justice, not become an accomplice to evil."

Old Harry fell silent, looking into the resolute eyes of Lynn and Hans, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. He knew he couldn't persuade them, nor could he buy them with money. He sighed and slowly said, "Very well, since you're so determined, I have nothing more to say. But I hope you understand..."

The Carlos Merchant Guild is not as simple as you think. You must proceed with caution.

Lynn and Hans exchanged a smile, knowing that they had completely broken ties with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce.

But they were not afraid, for they believed that justice would prevail over evil. They looked at old Harry,

He said firmly, "Old Harry, don't worry, we'll be careful. But we also hope you understand that the light of justice can never be extinguished."

After speaking, Lynn and Hans turned and left the café. Their figures appeared particularly resolute and upright in the afterglow of the setting sun. Old Harry sat there, watching their figures gradually disappear into the distance, a complex emotion welling up inside him. He knew that his son Harry was good friends with Lynn and Hans, and their choice made him feel somewhat conflicted. However, as a member of the Chamber of Commerce, he also had his own stance and choices to make.

As night fell, the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, shrouding the bustling metropolis in a veil of mystery. Hans, having finished a tense day of investigation, set off on his way home with a heavy heart. His mind was filled with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce's conspiracies and crimes; the faces of the innocent victims kept flashing through his mind, urging him to continue, even though the road ahead was fraught with thorns.

The streets were deserted, and the rain pattered on the ground with a monotonous, dull sound. Hans tightened his coat and quickened his pace, trying to get back to the little house that offered him a moment of peace. But then, a sudden chill jolted him awake; his years of detective instincts told him that danger was approaching.

"Da, da, da—"

A series of rapid footsteps sounded particularly jarring on the empty street, followed by the soft clanging of metal. Hans whirled around and saw a dark figure dart out from the shadows, a cold gun barrel pointed directly at his heart.

"Who?!" Hans shouted, reacting quickly by tilting his body to one side in an attempt to avoid the impending danger.

"Bang!" The gunshot pierced the night sky, deafeningly loud. Hans felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and a warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg. He endured the pain, using the momentum to fall forward and roll into the roadside bushes, trying to escape the assassin's pursuit.

The assassin didn't give up; gunfire erupted again, but this time Hans, familiar with the terrain, skillfully dodged the fatal attack. He knew he had to find an opportunity to retaliate as soon as possible, or the consequences would be dire.

"You can't escape, Hans!" The assassin's voice sounded particularly sinister in the night, like a summons from hell.

Hans gritted his teeth and, using the bushes for cover, slowly moved towards the other side of the street. He knew that if he could stall until someone passed by, or find an opportunity to fight back, he might be able to escape.

However, the assassin seemed to know his every move, each movement accompanied by the echo of gunfire. Hans's thigh wound continued to bleed, and his strength was waning. He began to despair; was the path to justice truly destined to end like this?

Just then, a blinding beam of light pierced the night, and a police car sped up and stopped a short distance away. Two officers quickly got out, batons and pistols in hand, and warily scanned their surroundings.

"Over there! Someone's firing!" Hans shouted with his last bit of strength. His voice was weak, but it was enough to attract the attention of the police officers.

Seeing this, the assassin's expression changed, and he turned to flee. But it was too late; the police officers quickly gave chase while calling for backup. Hans felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and the world before his eyes began to blur, but he knew he had finally been rescued.

"Hang in there, Hans! We'll get you to the hospital right away!" A police officer's voice rang in his ears, warm yet firm.

Hans barely opened his eyes and saw the police badge on the officer's chest, feeling a strange sense of relief.

The city air after the rain was filled with the fragrance of earth, but it couldn't mask the pungent smell of disinfectant from the hospital. Lynn, carrying a basket of fruit, hurried through the hospital corridor, his heart filled with anxiety and unease. He had just learned from the police station that Hans had been attacked; at that moment, his world seemed shrouded in dark clouds, an indescribable fear and anger intertwined, driving him to rush to the hospital immediately.

Pushing open the door to the ward, Lynn saw Hans lying on the bed, his face pale, but his eyes still gleaming with an indomitable light. Lynn's heart tightened, and she quickly walked to the bedside, gently placing the fruit she was holding on the bedside table.

"Hans, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Lynn's voice was filled with undisguised concern.

Hans forced a smile, though it betrayed his weakness: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just got shot in the thigh; the doctor said I'll be fine after some rest."

Lynn's gaze fell on Hans's bandaged thigh, a sharp pain shooting through him. He clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his palms, yet he seemed oblivious. "Tell me, who did this?" His voice was low and firm.

It's as if every word contains boundless power.

Hans's expression turned serious as he slowly recalled that harrowing night: "He was a black man, tall, about 1.9 meters, wearing a black hoodie and a mask that only revealed his cold eyes. He was quick and ruthless; he was clearly a well-trained killer."

Lynn frowned, a vague image rapidly forming in his mind. He knew that finding the killer based solely on these descriptions would be like finding a needle in a haystack, but he wouldn't give up. "Hans, don't worry, I will definitely find this guy and make him pay!"

Hans shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with worry: "Lynn, I know your determination, but this opponent is no ordinary foe. The Carlos Merchant Guild has a powerful backing, so we must be even more careful."

Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination: "I know, but we can't back down because of fear. Hans, your lying here is the greatest encouragement to us. I won't let anyone hurt you."

We will not allow the crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce to continue to go unpunished.

After saying that, Lynn stood up, preparing to leave the ward to begin his investigation. Hans suddenly called out to him, "Lynn, wait. There's something else that I find strange. The assassin seemed to hesitate before making his move, as if confirming my identity. This seems odd to me; logically, they should have acted immediately."

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Upon hearing this, Lynn paused, his brow furrowing even more deeply. This detail was indeed unusual; it might conceal some crucial information. "Hans, are you sure? Is he really hesitant?"

Hans nodded, his eyes unusually firm despite his weakness: "I'm sure I was very close to him at that moment. A moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination."

Lynn pondered for a moment, a bold guess forming in his mind: "Perhaps this assassin isn't entirely under the Carlos Merchant Guild's command. He might have his own agenda, or—he knows us?"

Upon hearing this, Hans's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly shook his head: "Is that unlikely? We don't have much interaction with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, except for those being investigated."

Lynn did not completely rule out the possibility: "No, Hans, we cannot rule out any possibility."

Sometimes, the truth lies hidden in seemingly impossible details. I need to investigate and see if I can find more clues about this killer.

After saying this, Lynn turned and left the ward, his heart filled with determination and fighting spirit. He knew that this investigation would be more difficult and dangerous than ever before, but he also knew that he could not let Hans get hurt in vain, nor could he allow the crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce to continue to run rampant.

In the days that followed, Lynn devoted almost all his time and energy to the investigation. He visited the area surrounding the crime scene, interviewed possible witnesses, and even retrieved nearby surveillance footage. However,

The assassin seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

Whenever the night was quiet, Lynn would sit at his desk and carefully study every clue he had collected.

The image of Hans lying in the hospital bed kept flashing before his eyes, along with the killer's cold yet hesitant gaze.

He knew he had to find the truth, for Hans's sake and for the sake of the innocent victims.

Just when Lynn was almost in despair, an unexpected clue appeared. A petty thug who had previously clashed with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce approached Lynn, claiming to know some information about the assassin.

"Hey officer, I heard you're looking for that black hitman?" The thug's eyes gleamed with a cunning light, as if he was waiting for a response.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm: "What do you know? Tell me."

The thug chuckled and leaned closer: "Let me tell you, that assassin's name is Jack. He used to be a gangster. But for some reason, he retired. But recently, he suddenly reappeared, and he seems to be getting very close to the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

Lynn's eyes instantly sharpened: "Jack? Why did he want to retire from crime? And why is he involved with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce?"

The thug shrugged, indicating he didn't know either: "I don't know, officer. But that's all I know. If you want to know more, you'll have to look it up yourself."

Lynn had already made up his mind. He patted the thug on the shoulder and said, "Okay, thanks for the information."

But remember, don't try to hide anything, or you'll face the consequences.

The thug shuddered in fright and quickly nodded in agreement.

Night fell, and the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, shrouding the bustling metropolis in a veil of mystery. Lynn stood by the police station window, his gaze piercing through the raindrops, his heart churning with turbulent emotions. He had just received a call from his subordinate: the assassin they had been tracking was dead. This news struck like a bolt from the blue, instantly snapping Lynn's already taut nerves.

"How is that possible? How could he suddenly die?" Lynn turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on his subordinate who was giving a report.

The subordinate lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly: "We don't know either, Officer Lynn. We've been following him as you instructed, but just now, we found him lying in an abandoned warehouse, already—already not breathing."

Lynn clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his palms, yet he felt no pain. He knew all too well that the assassin's death was no accident, but a deliberate act by the Carlos Merchant Guild to cover up the truth. They were ruthless and never left any evidence, and this time was no exception.

"Come on, take me to the scene." Lynn's voice was deep and firm, as if every word contained boundless power.

The rain didn't let up; instead, it intensified. Lynn and his men drove to the scene, the world outside the car window blurred by the rain, as if foreshadowing that the truth to come would also be shrouded in layers of mist.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Lynn saw that the scene was already cordoned off, and several officers were busy conducting an investigation. He strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the body on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through his heart. The killer he had been tracking for days now lay here quietly, lifeless.

"How is the situation?" Lynn asked the police officer in charge of the investigation, her tone tinged with urgency.

The officer shook his head, his expression grave: "There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased's body; the preliminary assessment is that he died from a drug overdose. No signs of a struggle were found at the scene, nor were any useful clues left behind."

Lynn frowned, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He crouched down, carefully examining the killer's body, trying to find a clue. However, just as the officer had said, the killer was clean as if he had never existed; there were no items that could prove his identity or cause of death.

"Officer Lynn, look at this." The subordinate suddenly pointed to the assassin's wrist, where there was a watch that had stopped ticking.