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Lynn didn't respond, but simply straightened up, his gaze like that of a cold statue, watching Harrison walk out of the office. He knew that this struggle was not merely a contest between law and crime, but a clash between justice and compromise.

As the door closed, Mark walked in, looked at Lynn's expression, and asked in a low voice, "What's the chief up to now?"

Lynn gave a cold laugh, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "He wants me to drop Coleman's case."

Mark raised an eyebrow: "How did you handle it?"

"It's simple." Lynn glanced at the documents on the table, a determined look in his eyes. "I told him that justice is not a bargaining chip. Now, he knows he shouldn't come to me anymore."

Mark sat opposite Lynn, his gaze resolute, his tone brimming with the youthful passion of a young man: "Detective, I've learned a lot from you. You've never backed down when facing people like Coleman, or when under pressure from superiors. I want to be like you, forever fearless in the face of power, and always upholding justice."

Lynn looked up at Mark, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his tone quickly turned serious: "Mark, upholding justice is right, but there's one thing you must remember. Facing power isn't just about courage and determination. You need strength, enough strength to render those who try to oppress you powerless."

Mark frowned, somewhat puzzled: "Strength? Do you mean power or ability?"

"That includes everything," Lynn said calmly. "You need to make yourself irreplaceable. Your professional skills, analytical abilities, and judgment must reach a level that cannot be ignored. Only when you are strong enough can you truly be fearless in the face of power."

Mark nodded thoughtfully: "But what if our strength isn't enough? Are we just going to compromise?"

Lynn smiled slightly, his tone revealing a complex emotion: "Sometimes, compromise is not cowardice, but strategy. If you face a choice between justice and self-destruction, then moderate compromise can buy you more time and opportunities, giving you the ability to continue fighting."

Mark asked in a low voice, "Detective, have you ever been in a situation like this? Choosing to protect yourself instead of confronting them directly?"

Lynn was silent for a moment, his eyes deepening. "Of course. When I first entered the industry, I encountered people even more formidable than Coleman. Back then, I wasn't strong enough, nor did I have the resources I have now. If I had chosen to confront them head-on, I might have been kicked out long ago, or worse. So, I learned patience, learned to accumulate strength, and then counterattack at the right time."

Mark nodded thoughtfully: "I see... So, when facing power, true wisdom lies in knowing when to stand firm and when to back down?"

"That's right." Lynn nodded, his tone becoming more serious. "Justice isn't a sprint, it's a marathon. You need enough endurance and wisdom to reach the finish line. Remember, protecting yourself isn't cowardice, it's about protecting justice for longer."

Mark's gaze hardened. "Thank you, Inspector. I understand. On the path to justice, I will strive to improve myself and become stronger, while also learning to find strategies when necessary."

Lynn smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, Mark. If you can understand these things, then in the future, you will definitely do better than me."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the atmosphere in the office relaxed a bit. Mark picked up his coffee cup, raised it, and said in a light tone, "Then I'll toast the Inspector, and to our future."

Lynn also picked up her coffee and gently touched it to the glass: "A toast to justice, and a toast to our perseverance."

The following day, the courtroom was packed. Lynn and Mark sat in the plaintiff's seat, their gazes fixed firmly ahead. Coleman was brought into the courtroom, his former arrogance gone, replaced by a tense expression and obvious exhaustion. His legal team, though composed, betrayed a hint of helplessness in their eyes, clearly realizing that the situation was hopeless.

The judge cleared his throat and announced the start of the trial: "After deliberation by the jury, this court now delivers its final verdict against the defendant, Alan Coleman."

The entire courtroom fell silent; everyone held their breath.

"The defendant, Alan Coleman, was charged with multiple counts, including money laundering, illegal transactions, and hiring a hitman. Based on the overwhelming evidence presented by the prosecution, this court found the defendant guilty on all counts and sentenced him to twenty years in prison and a hefty fine."

Coleman's face turned deathly pale. His lawyer tried to stand up and protest, but the judge's gavel interrupted them: "The trial is adjourned!"

A murmur of discussion broke out among the crowd. Lynn and Mark exchanged a glance, a relieved smile spreading across their faces. The long battle had finally come to a close.

As Kate walked out of the courthouse, she was already waiting at the door. Waving her recording device excitedly, she exclaimed, "Lynn, Mark! I just heard the verdict! It's a huge victory!"

Lynn smiled slightly, his tone relaxed: "This is not my victory, but a victory for justice. Coleman's crimes have finally been brought to justice, which means that more people are getting the fairness they deserve."

Mark chimed in, "But Inspector, you should also admit that this victory would not have been possible without you."

Kate nodded in agreement: "That's right, Lynn, you were the focus of the entire courtroom today. I saw the jurors nodding almost the entire time they were saying your piece."

Lynn smiled but didn't reply, though his eyes revealed a hint of pride and relief.

That evening, at Kate's suggestion, the three of them gathered at a quiet little restaurant for a small celebration of the victory.

Kate raised her glass and spoke first: "This glass to Lynn. Without you, this case would never have ended like this."

Lynn raised his glass in response, smiling calmly: "To you too, Mark and Kate. I couldn't have made it this far without your support."

Mark raised his glass, a hint of a joke in his voice: "Alright, then I should toast myself too. After all, I was the one who stood under pressure with the detective the whole time."

All three laughed and drank their wine in one gulp.

Kate put down her glass, a hint of emotion in her eyes: "Lynn, do you really know how special you are? Facing so much pressure, you still stood up for justice. Even my writing couldn't fully describe your resilience."

Lynn shook his head, his gaze softening: "Kate, justice doesn't belong to me, but to everyone who upholds it. Today's victory is a team victory, the result of everyone's efforts."

Mark patted Lynn on the shoulder: "You're too modest, Inspector. In any case, you're a role model for us."

As night deepened, the three concluded their victory celebration amidst laughter and chatter. As they stepped out of the restaurant, a gentle night breeze stirred, and the city lights illuminated the distant horizon. Lynn stood on the street corner, gazing at the brightly lit street, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Kate stood to the side, looking at Lynn, and said softly, "Lynn, this victory is just the beginning, isn't it?"

Lynn nodded, his gaze resolute: "Yes, Kate. This is not the end, but the beginning of continuing to uphold justice."

The following day, under bright sunshine, Lynn and Mark walked along the busy streets of Manhattan, conducting their routine patrol and maintenance. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets, pedestrians chatted idly. Lynn observed his surroundings as he walked, while Mark casually chatted with some vendors.

Mark stopped at a food stall, bought a cup of coffee, and casually asked the vendor, "How's it going lately? Is the neighborhood still relatively peaceful?"

The stall owner handed over the coffee and said in a low voice, "Oh, officer, things haven't been peaceful lately. Have you heard? A master thief who calls himself 'Spider-Man' has appeared, specializing in stealing from the rich. He's as fast as lightning; no one can catch him."

Mark raised an eyebrow and turned to Lynn: "Detective, did you hear that? 'Spider-Man,' that sounds a bit ridiculous."

Lynn stopped, his gaze sharpening slightly. "Go on. What's so special about this 'Spider-Man'?"

The stall owner lowered his voice, glanced around, and whispered, "They say this guy is incredibly skilled, able to leap between skyscrapers and use some kind of sticky stuff to trap people. Some say he's a mutant, others say he uses some high-tech equipment. Whatever the reason, he's recently pulled off several big heists, all against wealthy people. Sounds like a chivalrous thief."

Mark frowned: "A righteous thief? These kinds of people are usually just criminals disguised as benevolent people."

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Lynn nodded in agreement, but said calmly, "Whatever his motives, breaking the law is breaking the law. We need to find out the true identity of this 'Spider-Man'."

The two continued their patrol along the streets, Lynn paying close attention to conversations and subtle clues. He knew that Manhattan was never short of strange stories, but behind every rumor lay a potentially larger secret.

Shortly after, as they passed a jewelry store, the owner was standing at the door, complaining to customers: "That 'Spider-Man' is despicable! He stole a rare ruby ​​from our store last night, worth millions! The police haven't found a single clue yet."

Lynn stopped and walked over, asking, "Could you tell me more details? For example, how did he get into the store, and how did he leave?"

The shop owner recognized Lynn as an FBI agent and immediately showed a glimmer of hope: "Detective, last night's surveillance footage shows him falling from the ceiling like a spider. Then, he used some strange slime to break the safe and steal the ruby. When he left, he just climbed up the wall!"

Mark frowned at Lynn: "It sounds like a high-tech crime."

Lynn nodded: "It could also be some kind of mutant ability. In any case, this is no ordinary thief."

He took out his notebook and wrote down the details provided by the shop owner, while also inquiring about the security camera footage. The shop owner immediately handed the recording to Lynn. In the video, a figure dressed in black and red moved effortlessly across the ceiling, his movements as fluid as a natural crawler. After quickly destroying the safe, he disappeared into the night with the ruby.

Mark exclaimed, "This guy is really fast, and climbing down from the ceiling... no normal person could do that."

Lynn turned off the recording and pondered for a moment: "Send this video back to the station first and let the technical team analyze it. At the same time, see if there are any similar cases that can be linked to it."

"Detective," Mark joked, "do you think this 'Spider-Man' might be some kind of righteous thief with an overflowing sense of justice?"

Lynn gave him a cold look, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Regardless of the motive, he stole someone else's legitimate property, which is a crime. What we need to do is bring him to justice."

The two continued their patrol, but Lynn kept replaying the footage from the surveillance cameras in his mind.

After returning to his office, Lynn played the video repeatedly, carefully observing every detail. The "Spider-Man" on the screen moved with extraordinary agility, climbing freely between the ceiling and the walls. His black and red suit clung to his body, but the design was simple, without any distinctive symbols.

"Mark," Lynn said, pointing at the screen, "do you see? This so-called 'Spider-Man' is clearly not the Spider-Man we know."

Mark leaned closer to the screen, frowning. "Indeed. His equipment looks crude, and his behavior is much more ruthless; he doesn't act like a hero at all. The slime he uses doesn't seem like ordinary technology; it's more like a mutant ability."

“That’s right.” Lynn nodded. “If he really is a mutant, then his goals and motives are probably more complex than we thought. We can’t wait for him to commit another crime; we must take the initiative.”

That night, Lynn and Mark drove to areas where "Spider-Man" might be active. They chose several high-rise neighborhoods, which were not only crime hotspots but also the easiest places for "Spider-Man" to hide.

The two sat in an inconspicuous car. Lynn kept his eyes fixed on the movements on the street, while reports from other patrol officers came through the communication channel in his earpiece.

"Detective," Mark couldn't help but yawn, "if this guy's smart, he'll probably hold back tonight. He's succeeded in committing crimes multiple times already, so he obviously knows how to hide himself."

Lynn didn't look away, his voice low: "Maybe he will, but we can't afford to be complacent. The more cunning the opponent, the more time we need to wait."

As the night passed, the city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided. With the first light of dawn, Lynn finally put away his binoculars, rubbing his tired temples. "It seems we're destined to return empty-handed tonight."

Mark sighed. "Detective, maybe he really is hiding. Why don't we go back to the station and analyze his modus operandi to see if we've missed any clues?"

Lynn nodded in agreement, and the two drove back to the police station. On the way, the surveillance footage kept replaying in Lynn's mind. He knew that this "Spider-Man" was more than just an ordinary thief; his abilities, motives, and the possibility of him being a mutant made the case far more complex. (End of Chapter)