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He stood up, holding the report between his fingers: "Contact the financial analysis team and focus on investigating all of this shell company's transaction records, especially the contract involving Coleman. If we can find a direct link to the money chain, that will be overwhelming evidence."

A few hours later, the financial analysis team reported back. Through the shell company's account records, they found an unusual transfer involving Coleman's subsidiary. The amount was substantial and had been quickly split and transferred to multiple private accounts, one of which was held by Coleman's personal assistant.

After compiling the evidence, Lynn convened the team again: "We can now confirm that Coleman's subsidiaries laundered money through shell companies, and that the money ultimately flowed back into his private network. This is irrefutable evidence directly proving his involvement in money laundering."

Mark said excitedly, "Detective, his legal team can't argue anymore. These records are crystal clear, pointing directly to Coleman."

Lynn nodded, his eyes sharp and cold: "Contact the prosecutor immediately, submit this evidence to the court, and apply to freeze all of Coleman's related accounts and assets. We need to make it impossible for him to control his network anymore."

Meanwhile, Lynn personally led a team to conduct a surprise inspection of the shell company's registered address. Although the company was long abandoned, they still found some contracts and documents in the office. Among these documents was even a directly signed agreement with Coleman's name prominently displayed.

Back at the station, Lynn compiled all the evidence into a complete chain and submitted it to the prosecutor. After reviewing it, the prosecutor said confidently, "Lynn, this evidence is sufficient to convict Coleman. No matter how strong his legal team is, he cannot escape this time."

Lynn nodded, a weary yet determined glint in his eyes: "This is just the beginning. There are still many parts of Coleman's network we haven't discovered yet, but once we tear this hole, his entire empire will collapse."

Hours later, Coleman received news in his detention cell that his accounts had been frozen and his subsidiary's money laundering operations had been exposed. His face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed the newspaper to the ground, gritting his teeth and muttering, "Lynn, you've won once, but you haven't completely defeated me."

However, Coleman knew very well that he had reached a dead end. Lynn watched the case progress and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the visiting room of the detention cell, Coleman's face was terrifyingly grim. He sat at the table, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the legal team opposite him like sharp blades. The three lawyers opposite him, though impeccably dressed in suits, appeared somewhat tense, as if sensing Coleman's anger.

"What's going on here?" Coleman asked in a low voice, his tone laced with suppressed anger. "I paid so much money to hire you, just to have me stuck in this godforsaken place?"

Philip Black, Coleman's lead lawyer, replied with a stiff upper lip, "Mr. Coleman, we have done everything we can. But the evidence Lynn has is too compelling, especially the records of the fund's flow; the chain is complete and difficult to refute."

Coleman slammed his hand on the table, his voice echoing in the small room: "Irrefutable? Did I hire you to listen to this nonsense? I don't care what evidence Lynn has, your job is to find a way to invalidate it all!"

Philip explained in a low voice, "We have already raised doubts in court, such as whether the money chain was manipulated by a third party and the legality of the evidence acquisition. But it is unlikely that the judge will fully accept our arguments at this time."

Coleman gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible? You bunch of useless excuse-makers! I don't want to hear that! I want a solution!"

A young lawyer sitting next to Philip tentatively spoke up: "Mr. Coleman, we could consider another approach, such as negotiating with the prosecution to try and reduce the severity of the crime..."

"Shut up!" Coleman whirled around the young lawyer, his voice low and furious. "Negotiation? Reduce the sentence? Do you think I'm the kind of person who'd back down? If I plead guilty, Lynn wins! And I lose everything!"

Philip tried to calm Coleman down: "Mr. Coleman, please calm down. Our focus right now is on securing bail. Once you get out of here, we'll have a better chance of turning the situation around."

"Bail?" Coleman sneered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes like a venomous snake. "Look at this yourselves, is that even possible? Lynn froze my accounts, destroyed my internet, and now he can even get the judge to deny bail. How am I supposed to get out of here?"

Philip lowered his head, his face embarrassed: "We will try our best to submit a new application from a technical standpoint, challenging the necessity of the detention. But it will take some time."

Coleman's gaze turned cold, his voice low and menacing: "Time? Lynn is destroying my empire every minute, and you're telling me it takes time? You'd better remember, I'm not paying you to waste your money. If I'm still here at the next hearing, I guarantee none of you will ever get another big client."

Philip looked up, managing a forced professional smile: "Understood, Mr. Coleman. We will do our best."

Coleman waved his hand, his tone impatient: "Get out of here, don't waste my time. Give me a solution, no matter what method you use."

The three lawyers got up and left, their faces grim as they walked out of the detention cell. Philip sighed and whispered to his partner, "We're working with a sore loser lunatic; this time, we're probably going to be dragged down with him."

Inside the detention cell, Coleman leaned back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Lynn, you think you can win like this? I'll always find a way to turn things around. One day, you'll pay for your stupidity."

The next day.

Lynn sat in his office, slamming the report he was holding onto the table. His face was ashen, his fists clenched white, and a suppressed rage filled the room. A phone call from his superior had just pushed his anger to its limit.

"Lynn," Mark cautiously pushed open the door and came in, "I heard that Coleman's lawyer found someone to take the blame. That so-called 'scapegoat' has signed a confession agreement, taking all the charges of money laundering and illegal transactions."

Lynn took a deep breath, his voice as cold as ice: "Scapegoat? They've certainly played their hand well."

Mark handed over a file: "This man is John Hall, a low-level employee of Coleman's. He confessed to orchestrating all the money laundering operations and fabricated evidence to prove Coleman was completely unaware. We've been ordered to release him as soon as possible."

Lynn jumped to his feet, his voice filled with rage: "Release him? Mark, do you know what that means? It means Coleman has once again escaped through the cracks of the law, and the evidence we painstakingly gathered has been silently erased!"

Mark frowned and said, "I know you're very unwilling, but the higher-ups' attitude is very clear. They don't want to escalate the situation, and Coleman's legal team has obviously exerted enough pressure."

Lynn slammed her fist on the table, her voice dripping with cold sarcasm: "Make a scene? Isn't it just because you're afraid of touching those hidden profit chains behind the scenes? These people can manipulate the law like a game rule to protect themselves, while we law enforcers become a laughingstock!"

Mark, seeing Lynn's anger, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Detective, this is indeed a tricky situation, but we can't give up. Perhaps we can continue the investigation from another direction. As long as we gather more evidence of Coleman's crimes, he will eventually slip up."

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew Mark was right, but the humiliation he was experiencing made him unable to calm down.

Hours later, Lynn stood at the door of the detention cell, watching Coleman about to be released. Coleman had changed into a sharp suit, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips; the victor's demeanor made Lynn's fists clench so tightly they almost trembled.

"Detective Lynn," Coleman approached him, his tone flippant, "you did your best, but unfortunately, you still couldn't catch me."

Lynn's gaze was sharp as a knife as he coldly stared at Coleman: "Don't be too smug. You can run for a while, but you can't run forever. I'll be watching you until the day your true crimes are exposed."

Coleman chuckled and said in a low voice, "Then good luck, Inspector. But I must warn you, the rules of this world aren't as simple as you think."

Lynn didn't say anything more, but simply watched Coleman being escorted out of the detention cell by his lawyer. As he turned away, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Mark," he said firmly as he walked back to his office, "we're re-examining all the leads, digging deep into his businesses, his employees, and the flow of funds. I want him to know that the law may be delayed, but justice will never be denied."

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Lynn sat in his office, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He wasn't deterred by Coleman's release; instead, he decided to start with the scapegoat. He firmly believed that no one chooses to sacrifice themselves without a reason, and John Hall was no exception.

The screen displayed John's personal file: 38 years old, unmarried and childless, with a mother in her seventies living in a nursing home. The file mentioned that John's mother suffered from severe kidney disease and required regular dialysis treatment, which was very expensive.

"There's something wrong here," Lynn said in a low voice, then checked the nursing home's records. He quickly discovered that a week ago, John's mother had suddenly paid a huge sum of money for medical expenses, not only settling past debts but also prepaying for the upcoming treatment.

"Where did this money come from?" Lynn stared at the record, his gaze sharpening.

He dialed Mark's number: "Mark, check John Hall's mother's accounts, especially the cash flow in the last week. I need to know where that money came from."

A few hours later, Mark arrived at Lynn's office with the results. He handed Lynn a document, his tone tinged with anger: "Detective, John's mother's medical expenses were paid from an offshore account, and this account is directly linked to Coleman's subsidiary."

Lynn glanced at the document, a cold smile flashing in his eyes: "Just as I expected. Coleman used this method to control John, making him willingly take the blame for all the crimes."

Mark nodded and added, "Furthermore, judging from John's recent phone records, he has contacted his mother several times, clearly showing great concern for her condition. His motive is clear: to save his mother."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said, "Contact the nursing home to confirm John's mother's condition and the specific details of the payment. At the same time, we need to find a breakthrough in John's direct confession. If we can prove he was forced to take the blame, Coleman's plan will completely collapse."

A few hours later, Lynn personally went to the nursing home and met with the person in charge. Through the conversation, Lynn confirmed that John's mother was indeed in critical condition, and that the money had indeed been paid within a day of John's arrest.

"Detective," the nursing home director said in a low voice, "Mr. John has done a lot for his mother; he visits almost every week. We were also surprised that he suddenly had the ability to pay all the expenses, but he seemed very relaxed, as if he had accomplished some kind of wish."

Lynn nodded, his mood growing even heavier after leaving the sanatorium. Back at the station, he called an emergency meeting to gather all the leads.

"John's actions were not voluntary; he was being used by Coleman to save his mother." Lynn looked at the team, her gaze resolute. "We cannot let this despicable act succeed. Next, we must find John and make him realize that his sacrifice cannot truly protect his mother; instead, it allows Coleman to continue to evade legal punishment."

Mark asked, "Detective, will John cooperate? He's clearly prepared to sacrifice himself."

Lynn's gaze turned cold: "We need to make him understand that Coleman is only using him as a tool. Once he's no longer of use, even his mother will be abandoned. If he truly cares about his family, he must stand up and reveal the truth."

Mark nodded and began to arrange the relevant actions. Meanwhile, a silent rage rose within Lynn.

Lynn sat in the interrogation room, his gaze calmly fixed on John Hall across from him. John's face showed signs of fatigue, but his eyes revealed a stubborn resolve. His wrists were handcuffed, but he sat ramrod straight, showing no sign of backing down.

"John, I know you're doing this to save your mother," Lynn said, her voice low but sincere. "Her condition is indeed very serious, and I understand your desire to protect her. But you must understand that Coleman is using you."

John looked up, a hint of coldness in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've confessed to all the crimes, and you have my testimony. Now, I just want to end this as quickly as possible." (End of Chapter)