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Chapter 185 Clues to New Types of Drugs

After saying that, old Harry suddenly pulled a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at Duke. However, at that moment,

Hans, however, acted swiftly, snatching old Harry's pistol with a beautiful grappling move.

"Old Harry, you've lost," Hans said coldly. "Did you think your threats and violence could solve the problem? Let me tell you, the power of justice is boundless, and you can never defeat it."

Old Harry slumped to the ground, despair gleaming in his eyes. He knew he had truly lost. The crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce had been exposed, and he would not escape the punishment of the law.

The following day, as dawn broke and the city's hustle and bustle had not yet fully subsided, the Carlos Chamber of Commerce headquarters was already a hive of activity. The conference room doors were tightly shut, and the chamber's top executives sat together, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed as if water could freeze instantly. Outside the windows, sunlight tried to pierce through the clouds, but it seemed unable to even dispel the building's shadows.

"Did you see the news last night?" Chamber of Commerce President Carlos's voice was deep and powerful. His gaze swept across the faces of the crowd, carrying an undeniable authority. "Old Harry's matter has already caused quite a stir."

Vice President Jack coughed lightly, trying to ease the tension: "President, we have severed ties with the Manhattan branch as you instructed. All the blame has been placed on Old Harry. Now, we just need to wait for the storm to pass so we can reshuffle the deck and continue our plans."

Carlos nodded, but his face showed no sign of relief: "Well done, but not enough."

Old Harry may be a scapegoat, but he's still one of us. If he can't hold on and spills the beans, we'll still be implicated.

"So you mean—" Jack asked tentatively.

Carlos's eyes turned cold: "Shut him up forever."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the prison gates slowly opened, and old Harry was led out by the guards. His face was haggard, and his eyes gleamed with despair. He had been imprisoned here ever since his arrest by the FBI, awaiting trial. However, he never imagined that the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, to which he had once served, would abandon him so easily.

"Old Harry, someone's here to see you." The prison guard's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Old Harry looked up and saw an unfamiliar lawyer standing outside the door. His heart skipped a beat; could this be someone sent by the Carlos Chamber of Commerce?

The lawyer walked in and introduced himself, saying, "I'm a lawyer appointed by the Carlos Chamber of Commerce. I'm here to discuss your case with you."

Old Harry sneered, "Talk about the case? Haven't you already made me the scapegoat? What's there to talk about?"

The lawyer remained unmoved: "Old Harry, you should know that the Carlos Chamber of Commerce will not allow anyone who threatens it to exist. Your situation is not optimistic."

Old Harry gritted his teeth: "What do you want? To kill me?"

The lawyer didn't answer directly, but instead took a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table: "This is your family. They are safe now, but if you continue like this, I can't guarantee anything."

Old Harry's face turned deathly pale. He knew all too well how ruthless the Carlos Merchant Guild was. If his family fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked weakly.

The lawyer smiled slightly: "It's simple, you just need to admit to all the crimes, and then—"

He made a throat-slitting gesture, "That way, your family will receive a generous compensation payment, and they can live a peaceful life."

Old Harry fell silent. He knew he had no choice. If he didn't do it, not only would he die, but his family would be implicated. However, if he did do it, he would become a true sinner, forever unable to atone for his crimes.

Seeing his hesitation, the lawyer added fuel to the fire: "Old Harry, you should know that the Carlos Chamber of Commerce has severed ties with its Manhattan branch. You're all alone now; no one can save you. And..."

Even if you reveal everything, what difference will it make? The power behind the Carlos Merchant Guild is beyond your imagination. Doing this will only harm yourself and your family.

Old Harry was torn. He knew he was in a desperate situation, but he was unwilling to give in. He looked up at his lawyer, his eyes flashing with determination: "Tell me, if I do this, will my family really be safe?"

The lawyer nodded: "I can assure you that as long as you do as we say, your family will receive the best care."

Old Harry took a deep breath, as if making a decision. He said slowly, "Alright, I agree. But I need you to let me see my family first, to make sure they are safe and sound."

The lawyer smiled slightly: "Of course. We'll arrange it right away."

However, just as old Harry reached an agreement with his lawyer, Lynn and Hans sensed something was amiss. They knew the cunning and ruthlessness of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce and understood old Harry's importance to them. If they couldn't rescue him quickly, he might become yet another pawn in the Carlos Chamber of Commerce's hands.

"Hans, I feel something's not right." Lynn frowned. "The Carlos Chamber of Commerce's sudden severing of ties with its Manhattan branch and shifting all blame onto old Harry makes no sense."

Hans nodded. "I think so too. They're clearly trying to make old Harry a scapegoat. We must find him as soon as possible; we can't let him fall into the hands of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

The two quickly took action. They used various channels to find out where old Harry was being held and devised a detailed rescue plan. However, when they arrived at the prison, they discovered that old Harry had already been moved.

"Damn it!" Lynn cursed, "They're so cunning!"

Hans, however, did not give up: "Don't worry, we still have a chance. They will definitely take old Harry to a safe place, and as long as we can find that place, we can rescue him."

The two continued their search for old Harry. After much effort, they finally located the place where old Harry was being held captive. However, when they arrived, they found that old Harry had already—

"No!" Lynn cried out and rushed into the room. There lay old Harry on the floor, his eyes closed, lifeless. He clutched a photograph in his hand—a family portrait.

Hans walked in, looking at old Harry's body, his eyes flashing with anger and sorrow: "How could they be so cruel! Old Harry, we will definitely get justice for you!"

Lynn clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Carlos Merchant Guild, you just wait! We will expose your crimes and let everyone know your true colors!"

The next day.

Manhattan, its towering skyscrapers gleaming coldly against the night sky, reflecting the starlight. It is one of the world's most vibrant cities, a battleground where crime and justice intertwine.

The FBI office was dimly lit and the atmosphere was heavy. Hans, a seasoned FBI agent, rushed into the office, clutching a document tightly in his hand. His gaze swept across the office, finally settling on Lynn.

"Lynn, take a look at this." Hans handed Lynn the document, his brow furrowed. "This is intelligence we recently received: the Viper Gang in Manhattan has started selling a new type of drug."

Lynn put down her work and took the document with a puzzled look. She opened the document, her eyes quickly scanning its contents, and her expression gradually became serious.

"This new type of drug has a very complex composition, is extremely harmful to the human body, and is highly addictive." Lynn put down the file and looked at Hans. "We must take action immediately."

"That's right, I've already arranged for people to investigate," Hans nodded. "We've caught some petty thugs so far, and hopefully we can get more clues from them."

As the two were talking, an agent walked in and reported that the interrogation room was ready and they could begin interrogating the captured thugs at any time. Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, then got up and went to the interrogation room.

In the dimly lit interrogation room, a man resembling a thug sat listlessly in a chair. Hans and Lynn sat opposite him, preparing to begin the interrogation.

"Tell us where the Viper Gang trades this new type of drug?" Hans asked sternly.

The thug looked up, a disdainful smile on his face: "You FBI people think you're so capable, huh? Go check it out yourselves."

Lynn frowned; she knew that a head-on confrontation wouldn't yield any results. She took a deep breath.

Try asking in a different way: "We just want to know the truth. If you cooperate with us, perhaps we can help you reduce some of your charges."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the thug's eyes after hearing Lynn's words. He remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons. "Alright, I'll tell you," the thug finally spoke. "I only know that they often conduct transactions at the Muse Bar, but I don't know the specific times and details of those transactions."

"Muse Bar?" Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. This was an important clue!

"Are you sure?" Hans pressed.

"I'm sure." The thug nodded. "I've seen them going in and out of there with my own eyes."

Having obtained the crucial information, Lynn and Hans immediately began planning their operation. They contacted other agents and prepared to conduct a covert investigation of the Muse Bar.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as they had imagined. Muse Bar was a well-known underground bar in Manhattan, with a complex web of powerful connections behind it. Lynn and Hans had to proceed with caution to avoid alerting them.

As night fell, an indescribable atmosphere permeated the streets of Manhattan. Lynn and Hans led an elite FBI team, quietly arriving at the entrance of the Muse Bar. The bar's heavy doors seemed to separate two worlds: outside lay calm and justice, inside lay the unknown and potential for evil.

"Are you ready?" Lynn turned to look at Hans, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Hans nodded, checked the pistol at his waist, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go in, and be careful."

As the doors were slowly pushed open, shrill music and dim lighting rushed in. Inside the Muse Bar, smoke swirled, and all sorts of people mingled together, making it difficult to distinguish who was the target and who was just an innocent passerby.

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance and silently split up. They led their team members to various corners of the bar, secretly observing everyone's movements.

However, after a long search, they found no trace of the new drugs. They only found some old-fashioned drugs and a few petty thugs engaged in buying and selling them.

"How could this be?" Lynn frowned, looking at the old-fashioned drugs in his hand. "Was the intelligence wrong?"

Hans also came over. He glanced at the drugs, his expression grave. "It seems the Viper Gang is more cunning than we thought. They may have moved the new drugs ahead of time, or they may not have left the goods here at all."

"So what do we do now?" one of the team members asked.

Lynn pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "Let's take these thugs back for interrogation first, and see if we can get more clues from them. At the same time, we also need to re-examine whether our intelligence sources are reliable."

Just then, a commotion broke out in the bar. It turned out that a drunk customer had gotten into a fight with the bar's security guards. This unexpected commotion drew everyone's attention, including Lynn and Hans.

"Wait, that guy—" Lynn suddenly pointed at a man in the conflict and said, "The tattoo on his hand is the Snake Gang's symbol!"

Upon hearing this, Hans immediately drew his gun, pointed it at the man, and shouted, "FBI! Don't move!"

The atmosphere in the bar instantly became tense. The man clearly hadn't expected to encounter the FBI there; he paused for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran.

"Chase!" Lynn and Hans led their team and quickly gave chase.

A thrilling chase unfolded inside the bar. The man nimbly weaved through the crowd and tables, trying to shake off his pursuers. But Lynn, Hans, and the others were no pushovers; they relentlessly pursued him, gradually closing in.

Just as they were about to apprehend the man, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired several shots. Lynn, Hans, and the others quickly took cover, but one of the team members was unfortunately hit.

"Damn it!" Hans roared, aiming at the man and firing. The bullet struck the man's arm precisely, and he screamed as the gun fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lynn rushed forward and, with a skillful grappling move, subdued the man to the ground. She glared at him, panting, her eyes flashing with anger and triumph.

"Tell me! Where is the new type of drug?" Lynn asked sternly.

The man simply sneered, "Your FBI is nothing special."

Hans walked over and kicked the man: "Stop talking nonsense! Tell us where the new drug is, or you'll regret it!"

However, no matter how they pressed him, the man refused to reveal any information. Lynn and Hans knew this couldn't go on, so they decided to take him back to FBI headquarters for further interrogation.

On the way back to headquarters, Lynn gazed out the window, lost in thought. Although the operation had resulted in the capture of several petty thugs and a member of the Viper Gang, no new type of drugs had been found. This left her feeling somewhat frustrated and resentful.

"Don't be discouraged." Hans seemed to see through her thoughts. "At least we've found a breakthrough. I believe that as long as we keep trying, we'll definitely be able to expose the true nature of the Viper Gang."

Hearing this, Lynn turned to Hans, her eyes gleaming with determination: "You're right. We can't give up. As long as these new drugs remain, more people will be harmed. We must fight for those innocent victims!"

Their eyes met in mid-air, and they both saw the unwavering determination in each other's eyes. They knew the road ahead was long and arduous, but as long as they joined hands and worked together, they would surely overcome all difficulties and uncover the truth!

Back at FBI headquarters, Lynn and Hans immediately began interrogating the man. They used various methods and techniques to try and get him to talk, but with little success. The man seemed to have received professional training.

They have a strong resistance to interrogation.

However, just as they were about to lose patience, an unexpected clue emerged. During the search of the Muse bar, one of the team members inadvertently took a photo. The photo showed the man making a transaction with another mysterious figure, and a warehouse sign could be vaguely seen in the background.

Lynn and Hans looked at the information in the photo, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes. They immediately conducted a detailed analysis and comparison of the photo, and finally determined the location of the warehouse.

"Looks like this is where the Viper Gang is hiding their new drug!" Lynn exclaimed excitedly. "We have to search for them right away!"

Hans nodded: "We can't afford to fail again this time! We must find the new drug and wipe out the Viper Gang!"

Inside the FBI office, Lynn frowned, meticulously analyzing warehouse data on his computer screen. After days of in-depth investigation, he had finally confirmed the true owner of this mysterious warehouse—shipping tycoon Ward.

"Ward—" Lynn muttered to himself, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, "This shipping tycoon not only has astonishing wealth, but also possesses such a massive private army. It's practically a small military fortress."

He knew that the FBI's credentials alone were far from sufficient to search Ward's warehouse. Ward's influence was immense, and without solid evidence and a legal search warrant, any unauthorized action could have unpredictable consequences.

Lynn took a deep breath and decided to apply for a search warrant from his superior. He organized the documents in his hand, stood up, and walked towards his superior's office.

"Knock knock knock—" Lynn knocked politely on the door.

"Come in," the boss's voice came from behind the door.

Lynn pushed open the door and went inside. He placed the documents he was holding on his boss's desk and then explained in detail his findings and doubts.

"So, you want me to issue a search warrant so you can search Ward's warehouse?" After listening to Lynn's report, the superior looked up at him and asked.

"Yes, sir." Lynn nodded firmly. "I believe that the new type of drug we've been tracking is hidden there. This is the most important lead we have at the moment."