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Chapter 211 Aggressive

Matthew looked up at Lynn, his expression still forcing a semblance of composure, but the confidence he possessed was incredibly weak. His hands unconsciously rubbed against the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Agent Lynn," Matthew began, trying to regain his previous arrogance, but his voice betrayed unease, "I hope you understand that this is all a misunderstanding."

Lynn sat down opposite him, holding a thick document in his hand, and slammed it onto the table with a dull thud. He didn't speak immediately, but stared at Matthew with a silent, oppressive gaze.

"These are all about you," Lynn finally spoke, his tone icy. "The illegal transaction records of the Krox Corporation, the statement of truck driver Irwin Clark, and the surveillance footage of the crash scene. Every piece of evidence points to the same conclusion—you premeditatedly murdered Carl Miller."

Matthew's expression changed, but he still tried to argue, "This is utterly ridiculous! What evidence do you have that this has to do with me? You're just looking for a scapegoat!"

Lynn ignored his explanation, instead opening the file and taking out a photograph—a truck's sign captured in surveillance footage, clearly showing the words "West Transport."

"That's the logo of a truck, and that company was part of the Krox Group at the time," Lynn said coldly. "More importantly, Irwin Clark's statement clearly states that he was instructed by you to deliberately crash into Carl Miller's car."

"Clark is a criminal! What he says is completely unreliable!" Matthew's voice suddenly rose, trying to mask his inner fear with anger.

"He is indeed a criminal." Lynn's gaze remained unwavering. "And you are his employer."

Matthew opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. His body began to lean forward slightly, as if trying to overwhelm Lynn with his imposing presence, but Lynn gave him no chance at all.

"Karl Miller discovered the flow of illicit funds from the Krox Group," Lynn continued.

His tone was as cold as a knife: "He was an ordinary person, completely unaware of the extent of the trouble he had gotten himself into. And you, Matthew Harlock, decided to resolve that trouble by killing him. Through a car accident staged as an 'accident'."

"You have no evidence!" Matthew suddenly roared, his voice so sharp it was almost piercing.

Lynn leaned back in her chair, her gaze icy as she stared at him. "We have all the evidence, Matthew. You can't escape."

The air in the interrogation room grew heavy, Matthew's breathing became rapid, and large drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He finally realized that he had nowhere to escape.

"You wouldn't understand," he whispered, a hint of despair in his voice. "I was just following orders—the corporation made me do it. I was just an executor!"

"Who told you to do this?" Lynn's gaze sharpened. "Tell me, Matthew, and maybe I can spare your life."

Matthew looked up at Lynn with a complicated expression, as if he was assessing whether he still had a chance to resist.

But he soon realized that Lynn would not give him any breathing room.

Finally, he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "It was—it was my father. He told me to get rid of Carl Miller. All the funds were connected to the group, and if we're found out, we're all finished. He told me to make sure we don't leave any clues."

Lynn's expression remained unchanged, but his fists clenched slightly. He knew that Matthew's confession not only confirmed his crimes but also completely exposed the darkness of the Krox Corporation to the light of day.

"Very well," Lynn said coldly, "your father won't escape either."

He stood up, turned and left the interrogation room, while Matthew sat there dejectedly, completely devoid of any arrogance or pretense.

Lynn pushed open the door, and Hans was already waiting for him outside. "How did it go?"

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"He confessed," Lynn said, his voice tinged with a cold weariness. "And this is just the beginning."

As night fell, the lights of the FBI headquarters remained bright, giving it an eerily cold and desolate feel. Lynn stood by the office window, gazing down at the city through the glass. Matthew Harlock's confession had completely opened a path to the truth, and at the end of that path, clearly pointed to his father—Richard Harlock.

Richard was not only the founder of the Krox Corporation, but also a powerful business tycoon. His name appeared frequently at many top social events and in business magazines, but behind this respectable facade lay a cold, ruthless mask. Lynn knew that bringing such a man to justice would undoubtedly be a tough battle.

“We have enough evidence.” Hans stood behind him, his voice low but confident. “Matthew’s testimony points to Richard, and we’ve found more problems in the Krox Group’s financial records: illicit fund flows, money laundering records, and contracts with several criminal groups. Richard’s cards are out.”

Lynn didn't turn around; he simply nodded, his gaze remaining fixed on the city lights. "The problem is,"

Will he obediently surrender?

“Someone like him would never do that.” Hans walked over to him and handed Lynn a document. “But we’ve located his hideout. Intelligence indicates that Richard moved to a private estate in the suburbs a few days ago. Clearly, he knew the storm was approaching.”

Lynn opened the documents and saw aerial photos of the estate. It covered a vast area, surrounded by woods and high walls, resembling an isolated fortress.

"How's the defense there?" Lynn asked, his voice as calm as a general issuing an order.

"Very tight security," Hans replied, pointing to several marked points on the photo. "The security system is top-notch. The manor is surrounded by cameras, and there's a mercenary team on guard. These people aren't just for show—they're all trained, and they might even be armed."

"This makes things even more interesting." A cold smile appeared on Lynn's lips, but his eyes remained sharp. "Notify all teams, the operation will take place tonight."

Hans nodded, turned and left to assign tasks, while Lynn sat back down at his desk, poring over all the details of the case.

In the early hours of the morning, the FBI task force assembled in a dimly lit grove of trees. Dozens of black SUVs were parked in a concealed location, their lights off, the only sounds being the faint footsteps and whispers through earpieces. Lynn stood at the forefront, dressed in tactical gear, a silenced pistol in his hand.

"We have two objectives," Lynn said to everyone, his voice low and cold. "First, capture Richard Harlock; he must be alive. Second, ensure the safety of innocent people, but if we encounter resistance..."

Retaliate immediately.

Everyone nodded, no one uttering a single unnecessary word. They knew that the target of this mission wasn't just one person, but a crucial link in dismantling a vast criminal network.

Lynn glanced at his watch and whispered the order: "Move."

The team split into several groups and quickly infiltrated the woods surrounding the manor. Infrared detectors were installed on the high walls of the manor, but the technical team had successfully hacked into the security system, disabling most of the surveillance equipment.

Lynn led his team silently towards the main entrance of the manor. Hans's voice came through his earpiece: "Outer perimeter cleared. Two guards remain on the right side of the gate."

"Roger that." Lynn raised his hand to signal his team to provide cover, then dashed to the door and fired two bullets with precision, hitting the shoulders of two guards and incapacitating them.

"Keep pushing," Lynn said in a low voice. The team members quickly approached the door and used special tools to pry open the lock.

The manor was dimly lit, but footsteps and voices could be faintly heard upstairs. Lynn quickly determined the enemy's location and led his team in separate movements. Their actions were swift and silent, like ghosts in the night.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from deep within the manor, shattering the tranquility of the night.

"The enemy has spotted us!" Hans's voice came through the headset. "There's a sniper on the third floor, be careful!"

Lynn quickly leaned against the wall and looked up at the third floor. His gaze caught a dark figure aiming a gun down below. Without hesitation, he raised his gun, and a precise bullet struck the sniper's wrist, forcing him to drop his weapon.

"The sniper's taken care of," Lynn said in a low voice. "Keep pushing."

He led his team up the stairs, quickly cleared several rooms, and finally arrived at a heavy wooden door.

A low arguing could be heard coming from inside the door; Richard was clearly inside.

Lynn signaled his team to stand by, then kicked open the door. The sight inside startled him slightly.

Richard Harlock sat in a chair in the center of the room, flanked by two fully armed bodyguards. His face showed no sign of panic, but rather a calm disdain.

"You've finally arrived," Richard said slowly, his tone carrying a chilling confidence. "I thought you'd be even later."

"Stand up, Richard," Lynn's voice was cold and devoid of emotion. "You're under arrest."

Richard didn't move, but leaned back in his chair and said slowly, "Do you know what you're doing? I'm the founder of the Corlux Corporation. I know people who can open every door in this country for me. How much trouble will arresting me bring you?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Lynn stepped forward, pointing the gun at Richard's head. "You're not debating a courtroom, you're pleading for your own life. Stand up, and don't make me repeat myself."

Richard stared at Lynn, a cold glint in his eyes, but he eventually stood up slowly. His bodyguards tried to make a move, but were quickly subdued by Lynn's men.

"You'll regret this, Agent," Richard said in a low voice, his tone laced with threat. "This isn't the end."

Lynn looked at him coldly. "You're right, this isn't the end. The end is when you stand in court and face the consequences of your crimes."

He placed his hand on Richard's wrist and led him out of the room.

At dawn, Lynn escorted Richard back to FBI headquarters. Hans was waiting for him in the parking lot. As Richard was being led out of the car, he smiled. "Looks like we've won this round."

Lynn nodded, his gaze calm and serene. "He still has so much left unsaid, but he has nowhere to run."

The FBI headquarters was a hive of activity in the early morning, with phones ringing incessantly and agents moving through the corridors, folders in hand or earphones in hand, their faces grave. But in Lynn's office, the atmosphere was even more somber than outside.

A newspaper lay open on his desk, its front page headline proclaiming: "Corlocks Group Board of Directors Addresses Facebook!"

"Pressure them to release Harlock and his son." Below the headline is a photo of Richard Harlock, who remains calm and composed, as if no one can shake his kingdom even if he is trapped in Tutu.

Lynn held his coffee, staring at the newspaper, his face expressionless. He had long anticipated that this storm wouldn't end with the arrest of Richard and his son. In fact, it might only be the beginning.

"Have you seen the news?" Hans pushed open the door, also holding a newspaper. "These board members are really bold, actually protesting directly to the FBI. This is much faster than I expected."

"They had no other choice." Lynn put down his coffee, his tone calm. "The Krox Corporation is their lifeblood. Losing the Harlocks is like losing their protective umbrella. These people know that if Richard and Matthew fall completely, their business empire will collapse as well."

Hans sat down in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did they request bail?"

"It has been filed." Lynn nodded, turned on his computer, and pulled up a document. "Richard and Matthew's lawyers have submitted bail applications, and they have used a very clever reason—they claim that there are loopholes in the FBI's arrest procedures and that some evidence was obtained illegally."

Hans scoffed. "Typical delaying tactic. They think they can get away with it by exploiting legal loopholes?"

"This is a battle of both public opinion and law." Lynn's gaze was calm. "They are not only trying to put pressure on us through legal procedures, but also trying to use the media to guide public opinion and make the outside world believe that the FBI is abusing its power to suppress the Krox Group."

"That's truly shameless," Hans frowned. "We have so much solid evidence—the flow of illicit funds, money laundering records, and Matthew's testimony. Did they think they could just erase all that?"

"Don't underestimate these people," Lynn said coldly. "More than half of these board members have connections with high-ranking politicians. The media has the power to portray us as the villains, and Richard will become their 'innocent victim.' If we can't completely defeat them in court, things will get very complicated."

Hans paused for a moment, then said, "So what's your plan?"

Lynn raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes. "First, we need to ensure that all the evidence we have can withstand any legal scrutiny. I want you to bring people to review every single document to make sure there are no loopholes. Second, keep an eye on Richard's legal team, especially their attempts to contact the outside world. Any obstruction of justice must be documented immediately."

"I understand." Hans nodded, but he was still somewhat worried. "But they have too many tricks up their sleeves. What if they bribe the judge, or use other methods—"

"We won't give them that chance," Lynn said coldly. "Furthermore, I've contacted the Department of Justice and asked them to send someone to monitor the case's progress. Both the board of directors and the Harlock family will pay the price."

Hans looked at Lynn and knew the coldness in his tone was no empty talk. They had been through too many confrontations like this together, but this time, the situation was clearly more complicated than ever before. The opponents were not ordinary criminals, but an elite class with enormous wealth and power.

A few days later, the FBI held a high-profile hearing. Richard and Matthew Harlock's entire legal team was present, and representatives from the board of directors sat in the back of the conference room. They wore expensive suits, their expressions confident yet indifferent, as if this were a game they were destined to win.

When Lynn walked into the conference room, all eyes were on him. He was dressed in a standard FBI uniform, his shoulders ramrod straight, his gaze sharp and cold. Even in the presence of these so-called elites, his aura remained imposing.

The legal team was led by a middle-aged man named Victor Kahn. He was known for handling complex cases, especially for exonerating the powerful and wealthy. Victor gave a polite smile, stood up, and shook hands with Lynn, but Lynn only gave a cold handshake before sitting down.

"Agent Lynn," Victor began, his tone gentle yet provocative, "we acknowledge that this case has garnered significant public attention, but I expect the FBI to handle this matter fairly and impartially, rather than being swayed by public opinion."

Lynn looked at him coldly, his voice low and powerful, "Fairness and justice are exactly what we are doing. The crimes committed by Richard Harlock and Matthew Harlock do not need public opinion; the evidence speaks for itself."

"But perhaps you haven't noticed," Victor smiled slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "that some evidence may not have been obtained through proper procedures. For example, how was the surveillance footage retrieved? Was there a clear court order? If not, it could be illegally obtained evidence."

"We followed the procedures exactly," Lynn insisted. "Every piece of evidence was legally authorized, and you are free to examine it, but I assure you you won't find any problems."

"I hope so." Victor nodded, clearly not intending to linger here any longer.

The meeting lasted two hours, with both sides engaging in a heated debate over the legality of the evidence. Victor's debating skills were indeed superb; he attempted to drag the case into procedural quagmire, thereby slowing down the FBI's progress.

But Lynn remained calm and collected, each counterattack precise and powerful, rendering Victor's attacks futile. After the meeting, Lynn walked out of the conference room and ran into a delegation from the board of directors. An older man among them stopped him, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority, "Agent Lynn, I hope you understand that what you are doing could destroy a company with thousands of employees."