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Chapter 238 The Final Goal

Kate decided to pass this information on to Lynn. She dialed his number, her voice urgent: "Lynn,"

I've just discovered something very important. There are much larger manipulators behind "Dawn," exploiting these acts of violence for political and economic gain.

Lynn was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then her tone became low and calm: "Kate, are you sure this information is reliable?"

“Yes, I have documents and records to prove it,” Kate replied. “Cohen Industries is the key. They funded Dawn to push through certain policies and legislation for their own profit.”

Lynn's voice held a hint of tension: "Send me this information, and I'll have the technical team verify it. But Kate, you have to understand, this goes beyond the scope of a normal investigation. These people will do everything they can to protect themselves. If you continue to delve deeper, it will be very dangerous."

Kate chuckled softly, her tone stubborn: "The danger will always be there, but I can't stop. If we don't expose these things, they will continue to manipulate everyone with violence."

"Alright, but from now on, don't act alone." Lynn's tone was firm. "I'll arrange for people to protect you while I investigate these leads. If your findings are true, this storm is more complex than we imagined."

After hanging up the phone, Kate looked out the window. Manhattan was ablaze with lights in the night, but she felt an invisible pressure looming over the entire city. She understood that this was not just about revealing the "dawn," but about fighting against a vast network that controlled society.

Lynn quickly handed over the documents provided by Kate to the technical team for analysis and convened a team discussion. Through further investigation, they discovered that Cohen Industries did indeed have connections with several politicians, and that the public statements and legislative proposals of these politicians were the core force driving the strict control of mutants.

"These people are using 'Dawn' to create violence to prove that mutants are a threat," Carter said angrily, flipping through the documents. "They don't care how many people this violence will hurt. Their goal is to create panic."

"The problem is, we need more concrete evidence," Lynn said coldly. "We can't take action against them based solely on these documents. If we want to shake these forces, we need to find their direct connections to the 'Dawn' organization."

Lynn decided to intensify the operation and send more people to protect Kate.

Lynn brought a mid-level member of the "Dawn" organization back to the interrogation room at the FBI's Manhattan office. The man was in his thirties, thin, with a distinctly stubborn expression on his face. His hands were on the table, but there was no fear in his eyes; instead, there was a cold, defiant indifference.

"Arresting me won't do you any good," he said coldly, his tone laced with provocation. "Arrest me, and millions more will stand up. You can't stop it."

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Lynn sat across the table, leaning slightly forward, her gaze sharp: "Really? Then why didn't you tell me their plan? If you really could win, why remain silent?"

The man was silent for a moment, then sneered: "You people will never understand. Our actions are to change this corrupt society. You are nothing but tools of power."

Lynn was not provoked; he simply said in a deep, powerful voice, "I know your anger."

I know what injustices you've suffered. But using violence to harm innocent people doesn't change society; it destroys it. What did "Dawn" promise you? Did you really think they were protecting you?

The man's expression changed, but he quickly regained his indifference: "I won't say anything."

Lynn took a deep breath, turned to the monitoring room, and signaled to the technician to start playing a video. This was data they had seized during their previous raid, reconstructing a secret meeting of the "Dawn" organization's leadership. In the video, the high-ranking leaders discussed how to use mid-level members to create chaos, while clearly stating, "We need their sacrifices to achieve our goals, but they don't need to know the truth."

The image on the screen made the man's expression suddenly tense. His fists clenched involuntarily, and for the first time, a flicker of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Lynn caught his reaction, her tone becoming even harsher: "They're using you. They don't care about you, your beliefs, or whether you and your comrades will survive. They just need you as cannon fodder to achieve their goals. You think this is justice? This is betrayal."

The man's breathing quickened, a flicker of anger and pain crossing his eyes. He said in a low voice, "You know nothing. Even so, we have no choice. This society has cornered us."

"Then tell me their plans." Lynn looked him straight in the eye, his voice calm yet powerful. "Tell me what they're planning to do next. If you want to protect your comrades, if you want more people to survive, then help us stop this massacre."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, clearly indicating an intense internal struggle. After a few seconds, he finally spoke, his voice barely audible: "They...they're planning a massive operation, targeting Manhattan."

The time will be in a few days.

Lynn's expression darkened: "What is the specific objective?"

"They wanted to attack several key facilities simultaneously—Manhattan's financial center, energy stations, and subway hubs," the man said with difficulty. "They believed that only by plunging the entire city into chaos could they force the government to respond."

Lynn nodded, his heart tightening. This operation was unprecedented in its scale; if successful, it would paralyze the entire city of Manhattan, and innocent civilians would be the first to suffer.

"Who's directing these operations?" Lynn pressed. "Where are the higher-ups at 'Dawn'?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know exactly who it is, but I do know that they've sent some core members to carry out the plan. They have a temporary command post, which should be in a warehouse in the dock area."

Lynn stood up, turned, and walked out of the interrogation room. He ordered his team outside, "Immediately locate suspicious locations in the dock area, mobilize all resources for searches, and simultaneously strengthen security at the financial center and energy station. We don't have time."

Carter stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Detective, do you think what he said is true?"

“His reaction was genuine,” Lynn said firmly. “But even if what he said isn’t entirely true, we can’t take the risk. Dawn’s operations have gone beyond a single incident; this is an attack on the entire city.”

The entire branch immediately went on high alert, and the team began working intensively to develop an action plan.

the other side.

Kate's article, featured on the front page of The Manhattan Times, sharply depicts the real plight of the mutant community. The article delves into the poverty, discrimination, and chronic lack of social resources faced by these communities. She interviewed several mutant residents, showcasing their struggles and yearning for equality, and bluntly criticized the indifference and inaction of some government policies.

The article's title was eye-catching: "The Forgotten Group: The Real Voices of the Mutant Community." Its publication sparked a huge controversy. Supporters praised Kate's courage, believing she had exposed a long-neglected issue; while opponents accused her of attempting to whitewash a "dangerous group," with some even threatening to boycott the Manhattan Times.

Kate sat in her editorial office, her phone constantly buzzing with notifications—some supportive, others hostile. She sighed, a complex mix of emotions washing over her. She knew this article was her responsibility, but she also knew the controversy it would provoke.

Just then, her assistant knocked on the door and nervously handed her an unsigned letter. The envelope was thin, but when Kate opened it, she found only one piece of paper inside, the handwriting messy and harsh: "Stop what you're doing, or we'll make you regret it."

Kate's hand trembled slightly as she held the letter. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This wasn't the first time she'd received a threat, but this time, she had a vague feeling that there was a greater danger lurking behind it all.

She dialed Lynn's number, her voice tinged with nervousness: "Lynn, I think we need to talk."

I just received a threatening letter that may be related to "Dawn".

Lynn's voice was deep and serious on the other end of the phone: "Kate, I warned you, they won't let your article go unpunished. Where are you now?"

"I'm in the editorial office," Kate replied. "I'm fine, but I think these people might really be starting to target me."

"Stay there and don't move, I'm coming right away." Lynn hung up the phone, quickly packed her gear, and drove to the Manhattan Times' editorial office.

Less than twenty minutes later, Lynn appeared in Kate's office. He carefully examined the letter and envelope, his expression growing even colder: "The handwriting looks spoofed, but it's very likely from an outer member of 'Dawn'."

They already see you as a threat.

Kate's lips curled into a cold smile: "A threat? Because I tried to let the public know the truth? It seems they're more timid than I thought."

Lynn looked at her, a hint of concern in his voice: "Kate, this isn't just a matter of courage. These people are extreme and dangerous; their goal isn't just intimidation, but to shut you up. If you continue investigating, they might take more direct action."

Kate looked up, her eyes resolute: "Lynn, I won't stop. This report has been published, and I won't let their threats control me."

Lynn took a deep breath, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "I know you won't. But from now on, I'm going to arrange for you to be protected around the clock. You can no longer act alone."

"24/7 protection?" Kate raised an eyebrow, a hint of teasing in her tone. "Are you planning to personally guard me?"

"If necessary, I will." Lynn's tone was serious, and there was not a trace of joking in his eyes.

Kate was momentarily speechless, her expression softening slightly: "Thank you, Lynn. I know this will keep you busier, but I'm truly grateful for your willingness to protect me."

Lynn nodded and stood up. "This is my responsibility. Also, tell me immediately about any clues or threats that may arise. Don't take responsibility for it yourself."

Kate watched Lynn leave, a warm feeling welling up inside her. Despite the increasingly dangerous situation, she still felt a rare sense of security having Lynn by her side.

Downtown Manhattan was suddenly thrown into chaos under the cover of night. The usually bustling plaza was now filled with screams and shouts. Several mutants were wreaking havoc in the streets, each with different abilities: one could flip cars with telekinesis, another could unleash lightning-like energy, and yet another could unleash blazing flames from his hands. Nearby streetlights were shattered, glass shards flew everywhere, and the shockwave sent shop doors and windows flying, alarms blaring incessantly.

When police arrived at the scene, they attempted to maintain order using a loudspeaker, but the mutants clearly had no intention of obeying. Their anger was palpable; one man unleashing telekinesis flipped a police car over, while another mutant releasing fire used a fireball to repel approaching law enforcement officers. Police tried to control the situation with non-lethal weapons, but rubber bullets and stun guns were ineffective against these mutants, only emboldening their counterattacks.

When Lynn received the emergency call, he was leading his team in analyzing the new movements of the "Dawn" organization. He immediately put down the documents in his hand, strode towards the tactical command center, and simultaneously issued orders to the agents on the communication device: "All personnel, proceed to the scene immediately. This incident is definitely not accidental. It is very likely a test; 'Dawn' is observing our reaction."

Carter followed closely behind Lynn, flipping through the report he had just received: "Detective, none of these rioters have records of being core members of 'Dawn,' but they seem to be highly organized. What's even stranger is that the area they've destroyed is very limited, as if they've deliberately kept it confined to the central square."

Lynn's expression grew even more grave: "This isn't an ordinary, out-of-control riot. Their actions are purposeful, like a meticulously planned performance. 'Dawn' may be using these mutants as pawns to test our police's reaction time and tactical capabilities."

When Lynn arrived at the scene, the riot had escalated. Several police cars were destroyed, civilians scattered and fled, and the mutant rioters seemed even more radical. A police officer was trying to cover the evacuation of his wounded colleague when he was struck by lightning and collapsed, convulsing. Lynn immediately ordered the ambulance team to approach and led his squad to quickly take command.

He shouted into a megaphone at the rioters: "Stop your actions! We have called in reinforcements. If you continue, you will be arrested or face even more serious consequences!"

The mutants turned to look at Lynn, their eyes filled with mockery and rage. One of the fire-wielding rioters raised his hand, and a blazing flame swept towards Lynn. Lynn quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously directing his team to activate the specialized firefighting equipment. A burst of chemical foam extinguished the flames.

"They're testing us," Lynn whispered to Carter. "They don't intend to launch a full-scale attack."

It's just creating chaos and distracting us.

Cate nodded, his gaze sweeping around: "But why? Where will the real operation take place? This doesn't seem to be the ultimate goal."