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Lynn frowned slightly, but still patiently said, "We've checked your statement, and there are many loopholes. You don't even know some of the details of the transactions because you didn't handle them at all. Coleman arranged all of this; he just made you take the blame."

John looked down at the table and did not respond.

Lynn sighed, her tone softening slightly: "John, I understand your situation. Your mother is your only family, and it's understandable that you'd do anything for her. But have you considered what will happen to her once you're convicted? Coleman is just using money to temporarily solve her medical problems; he doesn't truly care about her future."

John's fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "I know all that. But at least now, she's getting the treatment she needs. I've made my choice."

Lynn looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "Do you think your choice was right? Coleman continues to roam free, he will continue to use others and expand his criminal network. And you, you sacrificed yourself, but let the real villain escape punishment."

John raised his head, his gaze resolute: "Detective Lynn, I'm not you. I don't have your ability to change the world. I'm just an ordinary person; I can only protect those I care about. The rest is beyond my control."

Lynn remained silent for a moment, looking at the exhaustion and despair on John's face, knowing that further words would not change his mind. John was prepared to sacrifice himself; his world revolved around only one goal: his mother's survival.

“Alright, John.” Lynn stood up, her tone tinged with complex emotions. “I’m not forcing you to make a decision, but I want you to remember that your mother needs more than just temporary medical help; she needs a truly free son. And Coleman, the man who ruined your life, doesn’t deserve any consequences for you.”

John lowered his head and did not respond.

Lynn gave him one last look, then turned and left the interrogation room. He looked exhausted as he walked out. Mark, waiting outside, asked Lynn, "How did it go? Did he give in?"

Lynn shook his head, his voice low: "No. He's made up his mind."

Mark sighed. "So what do we do next?"

Lynn said with a deep gaze, "Continue the investigation. Find more evidence from John's people and Coleman's network. John may be temporarily bound by Coleman's money and emotions, but as long as we tear down this disguise, he will eventually see the truth."

Mark nodded. "Understood, Inspector. We won't give up."

Lynn looked into the distance, a determined glint in his eyes.

Lynn sat in his office late at night, his computer screen lit up with details of Coleman's latest real estate project. He hadn't slept for hours, but exhaustion did nothing to diminish his focus.

This project is a recent high-end residential development by Coleman, located in a valuable area in the city center. Lynn discovered from publicly available transaction records that the source of funds for the purchase of this land was unclear. It appeared to have been wholly purchased by a newly established investment company, but the company's background raised many questions.

"Mark," Lynn pressed the communicator, his voice tinged with excitement, "come over immediately, I've discovered something important."

A few minutes later, Mark pushed open the door, carrying a cup of coffee. Looking at Lynn's expression, he knew the detective had found another important lead: "What's going on?"

Lynn pointed to the screen and said, "This real estate project is Coleman's first major transaction after his release. Did you notice this investment company?"

Mark leaned closer to examine it: "'Berlin Capital Management,' only been established three months ago, and its registered address is in a tax haven. So, this company is Coleman's cover for his funds?"

"Very likely," Lynn nodded. "More importantly, this company's account recently saw a huge inflow of funds to pay for this land. I investigated the source of these funds and found that the flow of funds was dispersed into multiple small accounts, and then through complex transactions, it was finally concentrated into Berlin Capital's account."

Mark frowned: "That sounds like a classic money laundering tactic."

“That’s right.” Lynn’s eyes were sharp. “And I’ve discovered something else. One of these small accounts is registered to a distant relative of Coleman, which means he’s the one operating these accounts behind the scenes.”

Mark pondered for a moment and asked, "So what's our next step? This lead is enough to prove he was involved in illicit financial transactions, but we need more concrete evidence to trace the true source of these funds."

Lynn opened a document, pointed to the data, and said, "The banking system involved in this transaction has records. We need to apply for detailed transfer records for these accounts and find the actual person in charge of Berlin Capital. If we can prove that this company is controlled by Coleman, we can solidify his guilt."

Mark nodded: "Understood, I'll contact the relevant department immediately to request the records."

A few hours later, the financial analysis team reported that they had obtained some account transaction records from the bank and discovered some unusual details.

"Detective," a financial analyst walked in and handed Lynn a printed document, "several transactions in these accounts are related to a well-known charitable foundation. But strangely, these funds did not go into the foundation's main account, but into a private account."

Lynn glanced at the documents, a cold smile flashing in his eyes: "A charitable foundation? Coleman really knows how to play games. This kind of facade is the most effective at misleading people, but it's also the easiest to expose."

He closed the file and said firmly, "Contact the head of this foundation immediately and investigate where these funds went. Coleman is clearly trying to cover up his illicit income this way, but we've begun to tear down his disguise."

Meanwhile, Lynn decided to personally lead a team to the registered address of the Berlin Capital, hoping to find more clues. He knew that the secret hidden behind this real estate transaction might be the key to completely destroying Coleman.

"Mark, get everything ready," Lynn stood up, put on his coat, "This time, we're going to make sure Coleman has nowhere to run."

Lynn and his team rushed to the registered address of Berlin Capital. It was an inconspicuous office building located on a busy street in the city center. It looked like an ordinary commercial building, without even any signage at the entrance. Lynn was wary; this kind of place was often the favorite cover for shell companies.

"Detective, this place doesn't look like a real office," Mark said in a low voice, standing to the side. "It's probably just a registration address."

Lynn nodded and then signaled his team to begin the search. They entered the building and found the registered floor of Berlin Capital, only to discover that the entire floor contained a single small office with a simple sign on the door that read "Berlin Capital Management Company".

The door was gently pushed open. The office was empty, containing only a few simple tables and chairs and a dusty filing cabinet. Lynn's gaze quickly swept across the room. He directed the technician to check the computer and filing cabinet while he himself looked through several documents on the table.

"This place is definitely an empty shell," Mark said in a low voice as he walked over to Lynn. "There's no sign of any real operation."

"Don't rush." ​​Lynn continued searching and soon found a stack of documents in a hidden compartment of the filing cabinet. He quickly flipped through them, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"These are their financial records," Lynn said in a low voice. "Although they look ordinary on the surface, there are several large transfers that perfectly match the fund flows we've been tracking."

"Detective!" the technician's voice came from the other side of the room. "There's a computer here, but it looks like it's been wiped clean. We might need some time to recover the data."

Lynn walked over, looked at the old computer, and frowned slightly: "Do your best to recover the data. This computer may have stored the connection between Coleman and this company."

Several hours later, the technicians successfully recovered some of the hard drive data and discovered some hidden emails and documents.

"Detective, we've found some crucial documents." The technician handed Lynn a printed copy of email records. "These emails show that Berlin Capital's financial flows were directly instructed, and the anonymous accounts used by the senders, when technically traced, point to Coleman's private communications devices."

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Lynn looked at the documents, a cold smile appearing on his face: "This is getting interesting. He tried to cover up his connection with this company using an anonymous account, but he didn't expect us to uncover it."

Mark looked at the email history and asked, "Is this enough to convict him?"

"That's not enough." Lynn put the documents away, his tone calm. "We need more evidence, especially detailed transaction records from those private accounts. If we can prove that these funds came from illegal channels and ultimately flowed into Coleman's real estate projects, then he's completely finished."

Lynn immediately contacted the financial analysis team, requesting them to further track these accounts, while also personally reviewing the foundation's cash flow. A few hours later, the team reported new findings.

"Detective," an analyst exclaimed excitedly, "we've discovered that Coleman dispersed funds through multiple sub-accounts via the foundation's private account, one of which directly paid for the initial investment in the real estate project. These records are so clear that it's clear his funds were obtained illegally."

Lynn looked at the records, his eyes flashing with determination: "Very good, this is the irrefutable evidence we need. Compile all the materials immediately and submit them to the prosecutor. Coleman's game is over."

A few days later, Lynn and his team returned to the detention center, this time holding evidence that would leave Coleman with nowhere to hide. When Coleman saw Lynn again, the cold smile on his face could no longer conceal his nervousness.

"Coleman, this time, your empire is truly collapsing," Lynn said coldly, throwing the documents in his hand onto the table. "This evidence not only proves you're laundering money, but also involves multiple illegal transactions. Now what do you have to say?"

Coleman's face darkened as he looked at the documents, but he maintained his composure: "Detective Lynn, I admit you're capable, but there are no permanent winners in this world. Do you think these things can bring me down?"

Lynn looked him straight in the eye, her tone resolute: "No, this isn't what I think, but a fact you must face. Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied. And you, Coleman, have no chance left."

The next morning, as Lynn entered his office, he saw his superior, Charles Harrison, standing by the window. His expression seemed calm, but a barely perceptible unease lingered. Lynn placed the documents on the table and looked at Harrison with a cold gaze: "Director, you're here so early, surely not just to give me a pep talk?"

Harrison turned around, offering a forced smile, and deliberately softened his tone: "Lynn, I'm here to talk to you about Coleman's case."

Lynn gave a cold laugh, sat down in his chair, leaned forward slightly, and placed his hands crossed on the table: "What are we talking about? Making me give up?"

Harrison sighed, his tone carrying a hint of persuasion: "Lynn, you're an excellent detective, but you have to understand that some things can't be decided simply by right or wrong. Coleman's network is too large, and the chain of interests involved is too wide. Once it's fully exposed, it could trigger many uncontrollable consequences."

Lynn's gaze suddenly turned cold. He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked directly at Harrison: "Uncontrollable consequences? Chief, that doesn't sound like concern for justice, but rather like fear of touching the interests of certain people."

Harrison felt a little uncomfortable under Lynn's gaze and raised his voice slightly: "Lynn, this isn't something you can handle alone. I'm protecting you, and I'm protecting this organization. Coleman has a complicated background, and his legal team is already putting pressure on us. We can't let things escalate any further."

Lynn didn't move, only staring coldly at him, his gaze sharp as a blade. After a moment, his voice was low and firm: "Chief, I never care about the complexity of a case, nor how many people are pressuring me. I only care about one thing—justice. This is my duty, and my bottom line. If anyone tries to make me give up, I will consider him to be the same kind of person as Coleman."

Harrison's face turned ugly, and he tried to salvage the situation: "Lynn, I'm not threatening you, I'm just giving you some advice—"

"You're suggesting I disobey my duties?" Lynn interrupted him, her tone icy with anger. "Chief, I respect you, but if you're here as Coleman's mouthpiece, I suggest you leave immediately. I will not compromise, nor will I stop."

Harrison felt guilty under Lynn's gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally sighed, raising his hands. "Okay, Lynn, I admit I was a bit too talkative. But I still want to remind you, better safe than sorry." (End of Chapter)