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

Chapter 214 They caught him so quickly?

"I'm a reporter, Lynn." Kate spread her hands, a hint of helplessness in her voice. "This is my job. Besides, the shooting is over, the perpetrator has been subdued, and the scene is no longer dangerous."

"Maybe it's not dangerous, but you know what kind of people this kind of case attracts." Lynn's voice was deep, with an undeniable coldness. "Reporters, onlookers, even potential accomplices. This chaotic scene is far more complex than you imagine."

Kate sighed helplessly. "Lynn, you know I couldn't not come. This is big news, and—"

"And you feel this is your responsibility." Lynn interrupted her, his voice devoid of anger, only a calm weariness. "Kate, I know what you're thinking. But I'm here today not to stop you, but to ensure your safety."

Kate looked at him, paused for a moment, then smiled slightly. "So, you came here for me?"

Lynn didn't answer, but just looked at her quietly. His gaze was deep, carrying an emotion that Lynn couldn't fully understand.

Kate smiled and looked down. "Alright, since you're here, I can't send you away. But you have to promise me you won't interfere with my work."

"I won't interfere." Lynn's voice remained calm, but there was a hint of wariness in her eyes. "But if there's any danger, I'll take you away immediately."

Kate nodded, turned, and walked towards the police line, with Lynn silently following behind her. His steps were steady, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey.

The area around the police cordon was already crowded with reporters and onlookers. Kate skillfully raised her press pass, negotiated with the police, and was quickly allowed to enter the cordon. Lynn stood not far away, discreetly following behind her, as if she were just a colleague accompanying her.

The scene in front of the school was somber: several police cars were parked at the main gate, a few police officers were talking in hushed tones, bullet holes were faintly visible on the school walls, and there were several covered bloodstains on the ground. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Kate took out a voice recorder and began communicating with the police officers at the scene, "Could you please reveal the identity of the officer? Why did he choose this location as his target?"

The officer glanced at her, his tone cautious. "We're still investigating. The perpetrator is a former student of this school, twenty years old, and was recently expelled. The motive is still unclear, but it may be related to his recent mental state."

"How is the victim?" Kate asked, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"At present, three people have been confirmed dead: a teacher and two students. Five others have been injured, one of whom is in critical condition."

Kate nodded and continued taking notes, then her gaze swept towards the school gate, and she said softly, "

Can I go in and take a look?

"I'm afraid that won't work; that's an investigation area." The officer shook his head. "If there's any more information..."

We will inform the media.

Kate didn't press the issue further, but instead turned and left to gather information near the police cordon, just like the other reporters. She appeared calm, but the worry in her eyes remained.

Lynn followed her the whole time, his gaze sweeping over everyone around him like a hawk's. He rarely interrupted, simply observing everything in his own way.

"Lynn, you really don't need to follow me." Kate stopped and looked at him, her tone tinged with helplessness. "I'm already quite used to dealing with these kinds of situations."

"I know you can handle it," Lynn replied calmly, "but I won't leave."

Kate smiled helplessly and didn't try to persuade them further. They continued to circle the area near the cordon, and Kate interviewed some witnesses and parents, recording many details. As time went on, the police began to clear the scene, further restricting the media's movement.

Just as Kate finished her last interview, an ordinary-looking man squeezed through the crowd. He was wearing a plain black jacket, and his face was unremarkable, but his movements seemed somewhat unnatural. His hands were in his pockets, his gaze was unfocused, yet there was a strange tension in his eyes.

Lynn's gaze instantly locked onto him. His intuition told him that this person was no ordinary bystander.

"Kate," Lynn said in a low voice, her tone carrying a warning, "stand behind me."

Kate was taken aback, and was about to ask what had happened when she saw Lynn quietly step in front of her.

His gaze was fixed on the man.

The man seemed to notice Lynn's self-illumination, and his expression became even more unnatural. He suddenly pulled something out of his pocket—in an instant, Lynn drew his gun.

"Stop!" Lynn shouted, pointing his gun directly at the man.

The crowd screamed instantly, and everyone scattered and fled, while the man stood frozen in fear.

The object in his hand fell to the ground—it turned out to be a folding knife.

Police officers rushed in, pinned the man to the ground, and handcuffed him. Lynn slowly lowered his gun, his gaze still sharp as a knife.

Kate stood by, having witnessed everything, her heart still pounding. She looked at Lynn, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "How did you know about him?"

"Intuition," Lynn replied coldly, then turned to look at the man being led away by the police, his voice low. "He's not a reporter here, nor is he just an ordinary bystander. His actions have given everything away."

Kate looked at Lynn, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, but more so a complex mix of emotions and helplessness. She understood.

Lynn's alertness saved her life, but it also made her realize that the world she lived in was more dangerous than she had imagined.

"Thank you, Lynn," she said softly, her voice sincere.

Lynn did not respond, but only glanced at her before putting the gun back on his waist.

As night fell, Kate and Lynn sat in the car on their way back, the interior silent. Kate gazed out the window, lost in thought, while Lynn focused on driving, a lingering wariness in her eyes.

"Lynn," Kate finally spoke, her voice low and soft, "Why do you always protect me like this?"

Lynn didn't answer immediately. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and spoke after a few seconds, "Because I know that no one will protect you. But I'm here to make sure you're safe."

Kate looked at his profile, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You know what? You're not actually as cold as you seem."

Lynn didn't respond, but simply pressed the accelerator lightly, and the car drove into the Brooklyn night.

In the Brooklyn afternoon, sunlight streamed through thin clouds onto the streets. Kate stood outside a café, notebook in hand, flipping through notes she had taken during her morning interviews. The streets bustled with people and traffic, but she remained focused on her work, seemingly oblivious to the noise around her.

Lynn stood a short distance away in front of an ice cream stand, looking down at the flavors displayed on the counter. The stall owner, a woman in her fifties, was slowly explaining her "secret recipe." Lynn's expression remained unchanged, as cold and aloof as ice, but he subtly tapped the counter with his finger, indicating that he would choose a simple vanilla flavor.

Just then, Kate suddenly looked away from her notebook. She had only glanced at the street subconsciously, but was captivated by a figure in the distance.

It's him.

Although it was only for a moment, and although the man was wearing a hat pulled low and a seemingly ordinary gray coat, Kate recognized him. His hurried yet alert steps, his slightly bowed head and frequent glances around—she couldn't mistake him. This was the description of one of the suspects in the shooting provided by the police that morning—a possible accomplice of the killer.

Kate's heart raced; her journalistic instincts told her she had to keep up with this man. But at the same time,

Her rationality also reminded her that this was dangerous. But she didn't hesitate for long and ultimately chose the first option.

"Lynn!" she called out instinctively, but Lynn obviously didn't hear her and was still standing in front of the ice cream stand, looking down to take out change from her pocket.

Kate gritted her teeth, didn't wait for him any longer, picked up her bag, and quickly chased after the direction the man had disappeared in. She weaved through the crowd, trying to slow her pace to avoid being noticed. At the street corner, the man's figure reappeared; he quickly crossed the road, as if deliberately avoiding something.

"It's him, no doubt," Kate muttered to herself, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly, her gaze fixed intently on her target.

She knew her decision was irrational, but she also knew it might be an opportunity to break the deadlock in the case.

At that moment, Lynn picked up the ice cream he had just bought from the ice cream stand. He turned around, preparing to walk towards Kate, only to find that the spot where she had been standing was now empty.

His brow furrowed instantly, his gaze sweeping around before he quickly spotted Kate's back—she was walking briskly toward the street corner, her movements hurried and focused.

Lynn's eyes sharpened instantly. He dropped the ice cream in his hand and quickly followed after him.

Kate, what are you doing again?

Kate carefully followed her target, trying to blend into the crowd. She saw the person walk into a secluded alley, becoming more nervous and glancing back every now and then.

Kate stopped at the alley entrance, hesitated for a second, but finally stepped inside.

The alley was dimly lit, and the air was thick with a damp, musty smell. The target's footsteps echoed clearly in the narrow alley, but soon the sound stopped.

Kate held her breath, pressed herself against the wall, and peeked out.

The man stopped at the end of the alley, seemingly making a phone call. His voice was low and urgent: "—I've left as planned. No, I'm not going back. These reporters and police are watching—it's impossible to be safe—"

Kate tried to hear every word, but suddenly, a soft footstep came from behind her.

"Kate." Lynn's deep but cold voice came from behind her.

Kate was startled and turned around sharply, seeing Lynn's cold, stern face. His hand was on his waist, clearly already gripping his gun.

"What are you doing?" Lynn asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with an unquestionable question.

Kate was about to explain when she was interrupted by the target's movement—the person had clearly noticed the commotion.

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit alley. The moment he saw Kate and Lynn, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and he turned and ran.

"Damn it!" Lynn cursed under his breath, and without hesitation drew his gun and chased after them.

"Lynn!" Kate called out, but Lynn had already disappeared at the end of the alley.

Kate hesitated for a second, then followed after him.

The chase through the alley was like a battle. The target was clearly familiar with the area, nimbly weaving through the narrow passages, occasionally leaping onto walls or vaulting over obstacles. Lynn followed closely behind, his steps steady and swift, never letting his opponent leave him behind.

"Stop!" Lynn hissed, his voice carrying a sense of oppression.

The man glanced back, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket.

He threw it hard at Lynn.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and Lynn swiftly dodged to the side. The knife grazed his shoulder, leaving a gash in his coat. He didn't stop; instead, he moved even faster towards his target.

Just then, the target suddenly vaulted over a low wall, with Lynn following closely behind, landing steadily.

The two rushed out of the alley and into an abandoned factory area. The area was empty and cluttered, filled with broken equipment and debris, making it a complex chase scene.

Lynn's gaze was fixed on his target, but just as he was about to get close, the target suddenly pulled out a pistol from behind an abandoned box and pointed it at Lynn.

"Don't come any closer!" the man roared, his voice filled with terror and despair.

Lynn stopped, raised her hands, and her expression was chillingly calm.

"Put down your gun." Lynn's voice was deep and powerful, like an invisible pressure.

"Don't force me!" The target's hands were trembling, clearly indicating he wasn't skilled with weapons. "I just want to leave! Don't force me to do anything stupid!"

Lynn's gaze was sharp as a knife. He slowly took a step forward. "You've already done something stupid. Now your only choice is to put down your gun and come with me."

The target's eyes were filled with fear, and his finger trembled on the trigger, but in that moment of hesitation, a clear footstep came from the side.

"Lynn!" Kate's voice rang out from nearby. Lynn's eyes instantly sharpened, and he shouted, "Kate, don't come any closer!"

Distracted by Kate's voice, Lynn seized the moment, swiftly lunging forward and disarming the target with precise movements, pinning him to the ground.

Zibiao struggled on the ground, but Lynn forcefully grabbed his hands and locked him up with her own hands.

Kate ran to them, staring in disbelief at the scene. "You—how did you catch him so quickly?"

Lynn stood up, tugged at his jacket which had been slashed by the knife, and gave Kate a cold look. "Because you shouted, I almost got shot."