American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Chapter 190 Ward is finally caught

"Come on, try Dad's cooking," George said with a smile, gesturing for the children to sit down.

Lynn and Gwen smiled at each other and sat down to enjoy their delicious dinner. The atmosphere at the table was warm and harmonious, but Gwen seemed to have something to say.

"Dad," Gwen put down her chopsticks and looked at George with a serious expression, "something happened today that I feel I need to tell you."

George paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh? What's gotten into Gwen that makes her so serious?"

Gwen took a deep breath and began to recount her night's events: "On our way home from school, we encountered three thugs with knives. They wanted to rob us, but my brother—"

At this point, a glint of admiration flashed in Gwen's eyes. She turned to look at Lynn and continued, "My brother was incredibly brave. He single-handedly took on those three thugs and even subdued them!"

Upon hearing this, George's smile gradually faded, replaced by worry and lingering fear. But soon, this emotion was replaced by a more complex feeling—pride for his son.

He looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with approval: "Lynn, you did a great job. I'm proud of you."

Lynn seemed a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "It's nothing, really. I just did what I was supposed to do."

"No, you did much more than that," George said seriously. "You protected your sister and showed the responsibility and courage of a brother. Not everyone can do that."

Gwen nodded repeatedly, adding, "Yes, my brother was incredibly brave! I was completely stunned!"

George was even more gratified to hear this. He knew his children had grown up and were capable of standing on their own. But at the same time, he also realized that as a father, he needed to give them more support and guidance.

"Lynn, you did a really good job today," George affirmed again. "But I also want you to understand that courage isn't just about not backing down in the face of danger; it's more about having wisdom and strategy. In the future, if you encounter a similar situation, always prioritize your own safety and that of your sister."

Lynn nodded seriously. "I understand, Dad. I will work even harder."

The morning sun shone through the clouds, casting its light on the city streets and bringing a touch of tranquility and warmth to the bustling metropolis. However, for Officer Lynn and his partner Hans, a new day meant a new challenge. They donned their uniforms, donned their gear, and prepared to begin their new day's patrol.

"Hans, do you think there's any pattern to these recent cases of new types of drugs?" Lynn asked while organizing the documents in his hands.

Hans frowned, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "To be honest, these cases seem random, but I have a feeling that there's a larger network controlling everything behind the scenes."

Lynn nodded in agreement: "That's right, we need to increase patrols and try to catch some clues."

The two men left the police station and began their routine patrol. The streets were bustling with people, a cacophony of sounds—a typical urban scene. They moved through the crowds, their sharp eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, searching for any suspicious clues.

Suddenly, Lynn's gaze was drawn to a figure. It was a man wearing a tattered jacket and a hat, who was furtively loitering on the street, occasionally trying to sell something to passersby.

"Hans, look at that man," Lynn pointed at him. "He looks a bit suspicious."

Hans looked in the direction Lynn was pointing and spotted the man. They crept closer, trying to hear what the man was saying.

"Hey buddy, wanna try something new?" the man said mysteriously to a young man passing by.

The young man seemed curious and stopped to ask, "What's this new gadget?"

The man pulled a small bottle from his pocket containing some powdery substance. "This is the latest type of drug; it'll guarantee you'll experience ecstasy."

Hearing this, Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, already having a plan in mind. They quickly stepped forward, showing their police identification: "We are police officers. You are suspected of drug trafficking. Please come with us to the police station for investigation."

Upon seeing this, the man's expression changed drastically, and he turned to run away. But Lynn and Hans were both well-trained police officers.

They quickly caught up with the man and subdued him on the ground.

"Why are you arresting me? I haven't broken the law!" the man shouted as he struggled.

"We saw you selling drugs with our own eyes, that's the evidence," Lynn said, snatching the small bottle from the man's hand. "Furthermore, we can search your residence and we believe we'll find even more evidence."

Upon hearing this, the man's face turned deathly pale. He knew he had nowhere to run and could only surrender.

At the police station, further interrogation and investigation revealed that the man was indeed a drug dealer, and he even confessed to having a supplier. Following this lead, Lynn and Hans successfully dismantled a drug trafficking ring.

"I really didn't expect this case to be solved so easily," Hans exclaimed.

Lynn shook his head: "No, this is just the tip of the iceberg. There must be a much larger force controlling everything behind these drug dealers. We need to continue our investigation to completely eradicate this cancer."

Hans took a deep breath after hearing Lynn's words: "You're right. We can't let our guard down; we must continue to work hard."

The interrogation room at the police station was dimly lit and somber. Lynn sat at the interrogation table, facing the thug who had just been arrested, his head bowed, looking dejected.

"Raise your head and look at me." Lynn's voice was calm and firm, revealing an unquestionable authority.

The thug slowly raised his head, a hint of unease and fear in his eyes. He knew he was in deep trouble, and the policeman in front of him was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Tell me, where is Ward now?" Lynn asked bluntly.

The thug hesitated for a moment, trying to avoid Lynn's gaze, "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

Lynn chuckled softly, a chill running through his smile. "You think you can fool me? We've found evidence of your connection to Ward at your residence. Now, your only way to lessen your sentence is to cooperate with us."

Upon hearing this, the thug's face turned deathly pale. He knew he could no longer hide it and had no choice but to confess, "Fine, I'll tell you. Ward—he's hiding in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city."

Having obtained this crucial lead, Lynn immediately sprang into action. He assembled a crack team of police officers, preparing to arrest Ward.

"We must proceed with caution in this operation," Lynn told his team before setting off. "Ward is a cunning fox; he might set a trap for us. So everyone must remain vigilant and follow orders."

The team members nodded in agreement, their faces etched with determination and resolve. They knew this operation was crucial to the peace and stability of the entire city.

As night fell, the police car silently drove towards the abandoned warehouse. Lynn and his team got out and quickly surrounded the warehouse. Once everything was ready, Lynn led a few team members to quietly approach the warehouse door.

The door was gently pushed open, and a chilling aura rushed out. Lynn and his team, flashlights in hand, cautiously entered the warehouse. The warehouse was pitch black, with only the beams of their flashlights flickering in the darkness.

They searched every corner meticulously, looking for Ward's whereabouts. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from behind them. Lynn immediately turned around and saw a figure rapidly approaching them.

"Stop! Don't move!" Lynn shouted, raising his gun.

However, the figure didn't stop; instead, it accelerated and charged towards them. Lynn and his team opened fire immediately, but the figure nimbly dodged their bullets, clearly a highly trained expert.

A fierce firefight ensued, with gunfire and shouts echoing through the warehouse. However, due to the dim lighting and complex terrain inside, Lynn and his team found themselves on the defensive. They had to fight and retreat, trying to find a more advantageous position.

Just when they were about to be driven to the brink of despair, a bright light suddenly shone from the other side of the warehouse.

Lynn took the opportunity to see the face of the figure clearly; it was Ward, whom they had been chasing.

"Ward! You can't escape!" Lynn shouted.

Ward sneered, "You think you can catch me like this? How naive!" With that, he turned and ran deeper into the warehouse.

Lynn and his team followed closely behind, chasing after him. They passed through dark corners and over piles of messy goods, finally reaching the end of the warehouse. However, when they arrived, they found that Ward had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it! He got away!" one of the team members shouted angrily.

Lynn calmly looked around. "No, he hasn't gone far. Let's split up and search. We must find him!" With that, he led several team members to search the other side of the warehouse.

Before long, they found Ward in a secluded corner. This time, they didn't give Ward any chance to escape and quickly subdued him.

After a fierce struggle and chase, Ward was finally apprehended. The sound of sirens in the night sky marked the temporary end of this battle between good and evil.

The team members swarmed around Ward, their faces beaming with victorious smiles as they looked at him subdued on the ground. Lynn, meanwhile, stood to the side, taking a deep breath.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was tense and heavy. Lynn sat at the table, his eyes fixed intently on Ward across from him. Although Ward was subdued, a hint of disdain and provocation still lingered on his face.

"Ward, tell me, where exactly is the research institute for the new drug?" Lynn's voice was firm and powerful, revealing an unquestionable authority.

Ward chuckled softly and shook his head. "Officer Lynn, that's an interesting question."

"I'm just a small-time salesman, how would I know the location of the research institute?"

Lynn frowned, clearly displeased. "Ward, don't try anything funny with me. We have enough evidence to prove your close connection to this new type of drug case. Now, the only way to mitigate your punishment is to confess."

Upon hearing this, Ward's smile gradually vanished, replaced by a chilling expression. "Hmph, what do you think you've got? Just some superficial knowledge. Let me tell you, this research institute isn't in the country, it's overseas. I'm just in charge of sales; the real boss behind the scenes is someone you're not qualified to know."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. He had long suspected that a larger secret might be hidden behind this case, and now it seemed his guess was correct. But Ward's attitude was clearly provocative; he had to find a way to get the other party to confess.

"Ward, do you think I can't do anything to you just because you say that?" Lynn said coldly. "Let me tell you, no matter where this research institute is, no matter who the boss is, we will definitely investigate to the end."

If you confess now, you might get leniency. Otherwise, you will face severe legal punishment.

Ward remained unmoved. He smiled again. "Officer Lynn, you're adorably naive. You think the law can punish me? Let me tell you, in this world, money talks. Even if you find the research institute and catch the mastermind, so what? Someone will take care of everything for us."

Upon hearing this, Lynn was enraged. He slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and shouted, "Ward, you're too arrogant! You think money can solve everything? Let me tell you, there is still justice and fairness in this world! I will make you pay the price!"

Ward was startled by Lynn's sudden outburst, but he quickly regained his composure. "Hmph, justice and fairness? That's just something you cops use to comfort yourselves. In this real world, only power and money are eternal."

Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew it was pointless to argue with a criminal like Ward. He had to stay calm and continue investigating the truth of the case.

"Ward, I'll ask you one more time, where exactly is the research institute for the new drug?" Lynn sat down again, his eyes fixed on Ward.

Ward closed his eyes and fell silent. He had clearly decided to stop cooperating with Lynn and await his fate. But Lynn hadn't given up. He knew the key to the case lay with Ward. If Ward spoke, they could follow the clues to find the real culprit. So he decided to change tactics and use psychological warfare.

"Ward, I know you're a smart man. You should understand that the current situation isn't favorable for you," Lynn said, softening his tone. "If you're willing to cooperate with us to find the mastermind and the location of this research institute, I can guarantee you a fair trial and treatment. Otherwise—"

Lynn didn't continue, but his meaning was clear. Ward opened his eyes and looked at Lynn, a hint of hesitation flashing in them. He was indeed weighing the pros and cons, considering whether he should tell Lynn the truth. But just then, the interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open, and a mysterious man in a black suit and sunglasses walked in. His appearance immediately shattered the balance in the interrogation room.

"Mr. Ward, your lawyer is here," the man said coldly. "Now I'm taking him away from here." With that, he walked over to Ward and untied his hands.

Ward stood up, straightened his clothes, glanced at Lynn, and then turned and followed the mysterious man out of the interrogation room. Lynn didn't stop them, because he knew that doing anything at this point would be futile.

He watched Ward's departing figure, feeling a sense of defeat, but at the same time, his determination to uncover the truth became even stronger.

Two weeks passed quickly, and the streets of Manhattan returned to their usual tranquility. The shadow of new types of drugs seemed to have vanished overnight, but the atmosphere inside the police station was not much more relaxed.

Lynn stood by the police station window, gazing into the distance, his heart filled with mixed emotions. During this time, he and his colleagues had worked day and night to track down leads, successfully arresting Ward and a group of drug dealers, but the real mastermind behind it all remained at large. He knew this battle was far from over.

Just then, the phone rang, breaking Lynn's reverie. He turned and answered it, and his adoptive father George's warm voice came through the receiver: "Lynn, are you free tonight? There's a family gathering at home; could you come back?"

Lynn paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, Dad. I'll be right back." After hanging up the phone,

He took a deep breath and decided to put his work troubles aside for the time being and go home to enjoy some precious time together.

That evening, the Lin family's living room was brightly lit and filled with laughter. George, Gwen, and other relatives and friends gathered to celebrate this wonderful night. As soon as Lynn entered, Gwen pulled him to sit on the sofa, where he began to endure everyone's interrogation.

"Lynn, I heard you recently solved another big case, that's amazing!"

"Yes, Brother Lynn has always been our pride!"

Faced with everyone's praise, Lynn scratched his head a little shyly, "It's nothing really, it's all thanks to everyone." He looked around and suddenly realized that his adoptive father, George, wasn't in the living room. "By the way, where did Dad go?"

"Oh, he went to prepare for the hunt," Gwen explained. "Dad said you've been working too hard lately and wanted to take you hunting to relax."

Hearing this, Lynn felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew this was an activity his adoptive father had specially arranged for him, hoping to allow him to temporarily escape the pressures of work and enjoy the tranquility of rural life. So, he stood up. "Then I'll go help Dad with the preparations."

Upon reaching the backyard, Lynn saw George busily organizing his hunting rifle and equipment. He walked over and whispered, "Dad, let me help you."