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He posed as an ordinary buyer, slowly weaving through the crowd, searching for the undercover contact mentioned in his earlier clues. A few minutes later, he spotted a thin man in a grey hat standing in a corner, seemingly waiting for someone. Lynn approached and whispered a pre-arranged signal, "I've heard there are deals here that can change your destiny."

The man looked up, gave Lynn a wary look, and then nodded slightly: "What you want to know isn't something just anyone can buy. You'll have to prove you're not a nuisance."

Lynn remained calm, took a wad of cash from her pocket, and handed it to the other person: "Can this prove anything?"

The man smiled, quickly stuffed the money into his pocket, and gestured for Lynn to follow. They walked through several narrow alleys and came to a secluded basement. There, several people were talking in hushed tones, and some sophisticated equipment and documents were laid out on the table.

"This is the hottest stuff lately," the man said in a low voice, pointing to a list of equipment on a document. "Gene editing equipment, more advanced than you can imagine. Someone recently bought a large quantity of these and shipped them to a warehouse in Manhattan. I heard they're for a very important person."

Lynn frowned: "Who's operating these devices?"

The man shrugged. "I don't know that level of information either. But I can tell you that the shipment will be delivered to the warehouse tonight in an unmarked truck. If you want to know more, you'll probably have to go see for yourself."

Lynn nodded, memorizing the list on the document. He knew the value of the equipment; it perfectly suited Coleman's team's needs. Intercepting this shipment would not only halt their experiments but also uncover more clues about Coleman and his funders.

After leaving the basement, Lynn immediately contacted the support team at headquarters and relayed the intelligence: "I've discovered a batch of gene-editing devices being secretly transported to a warehouse in Manhattan. I need support teams to intercept them."

Eric's voice came through the communicator: "You track the cargo alone until we arrive. Don't reveal your identity."

Lynn responded and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people in the black market, following the trail of the unmarked truck. His careful following went unnoticed until late at night when the truck finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse.

Lynn observed from a distance and saw several fully armed bodyguards unloading boxes from a truck. He checked the markings on the boxes with his binoculars and confirmed that they were indeed genetic experiment equipment.

He whispered into the communicator, "Target confirmed. This shipment is related to an experiment. There are armed personnel inside the warehouse. Await support team arrival."

"We're on our way, we'll be there in ten minutes." Eric's voice was firm, but with a hint of urgency.

Lynn remained hidden in the shadows, while quietly approaching the outer fence of the warehouse to observe the surrounding defenses.

The support team swiftly arrived at the warehouse under cover of darkness. Lynn gestured for everyone to remain silent and directed his team to surround the building. He whispered into the communicator, "Target confirmed. We'll split into three groups. The first group will storm in from the front, the second will cut off their escape route from the side door, and the third will search for and protect the cargo."

Eric responded in a low voice from the other end: "Understood, everyone get ready."

At Lynn's signal, the raid began. Agents swiftly stormed in, and chaos erupted inside the warehouse. Several armed men reacted hastily, raising their guns to return fire, but were quickly subdued thanks to the well-trained teamwork.

"Clear the target area!" Lynn commanded as he led his team deep into the core area of ​​the warehouse. They found a row of neatly stacked equipment boxes, each clearly marked—the core equipment needed for the gene experiment.

"This is what we needed." Eric walked over, examined the markings on the box, and nodded. "The value of this equipment is enough to advance their experiments for several years. Today is a major victory."

Lynn frowned and looked around, sensing something was wrong. He suddenly noticed a fleeting red light in the corner and his heart skipped a beat: "Everyone, stop! There's an explosive device here!"

The entire warehouse fell silent instantly. The technical team rushed over and used their instruments to examine the flashing red light, discovering a chain of bombs with countdowns already underway.

"Time is running out," the technician said anxiously. "These bombs are attached to the cargo, and they will explode if we try to move the device."

Lynn glanced at the bomb, then at his anxious team members, his voice calm and decisive: "First team, secure the equipment and move away from the bomb site. Second team, cordon off the area and prevent any suspicious personnel from returning. The technical team should prioritize attempting to defuse the bomb. If time runs out, we must all evacuate."

Eric frowned: "If we don't take these devices with us, they might be able to get them back."

"I know," Lynn said, his gaze resolute, "but protecting lives comes first. If there's a risk, we must abandon the equipment."

The technical team acted swiftly, but the bomb's design was complex and precise, and each disarming step required time. Lynn constantly monitored the time via communicator while observing the team members' condition.

"Five minutes left." The technician's voice was low but full of pressure.

Lynn looked at his team members and said, word by word, "Everyone prepare to evacuate. Take only experimental records and documents that can be moved quickly; don't risk anything else."

The team members quickly began packing several experimental records and some portable equipment into their backpacks. Eric gritted his teeth, looking at the unmovable equipment, appearing extremely unwilling, but still obeyed Lynn's orders.

"Time's up!" Lynn shouted. "Everyone evacuate, now!"

The agents quickly evacuated the warehouse, and just as they reached a safe distance, a deafening explosion rang out behind them. The warehouse windows shattered from the shockwave, flames shot into the sky, and all the equipment and supplies were instantly reduced to ashes.

Lynn turned to look at the exploded warehouse, his face expressionless, but his inner disappointment was hard to conceal. He knew that although they had obtained some of the experimental records, they still hadn't completely stopped Coleman's plan.

"That's their tactic," Lynn said in a low voice. "They'd rather destroy it than let us have it. This battle has only just begun."

Eric patted Lynn on the shoulder, his tone a mixture of dissatisfaction and respect: "You made the right decision. Our people are safe, and that's the most important thing."

The next morning, Lynn received unsettling news. His black market informant had suddenly lost contact. This informant had been a crucial source of intelligence for Lynn in tracking the experimental organization, and his disappearance clearly signaled danger.

"Detective," Eric said, frowning as he entered the office and handed Lynn a report. "I just received information that the informant's last activity record shows that he lingered near a secluded warehouse for a long time before disappearing."

Lynn flipped through the report, his gaze gradually turning cold: "He's clearly been captured. He knows too much about the experimental organization; if he falls into their hands, he might not even be able to save his life."

Eric nodded: "We've already sent people to scout the warehouse, but it looks heavily armed and difficult to approach."

Lynn closed the report and said in a deep voice, "This means that's a crucial location. We can't abandon him; we must find a way to rescue him."

Eric shrugged. "This isn't an easy task. They're clearly on the defensive; a direct assault would only result in more casualties."

Lynn pondered for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes: "We won't launch a direct raid. I need to infiltrate in disguise, locate the informant's exact position, and then devise a precise rescue plan."

Eric paused for a moment, then gave a complicated smile: "You like adventure, don't you? Okay, I'll arrange support teams on the perimeter, but it's very risky for you to infiltrate alone."

"Risks are unavoidable." Lynn stood up and began organizing his gear. "But this is our only chance."

That evening, Lynn disguised himself as an ordinary underground buyer and approached the target warehouse alone. He approached cautiously and inconspicuously, taking in the defensive setup around the warehouse. The armed forces here were significantly greater than at previous strongholds, and there were even some suspected enhanced mutants on guard.

Once inside the warehouse, Lynn used the dim light and his agility to navigate the complex equipment and obstacles. Eric's low voice came through his earpiece: "Be careful, Inspector. There are not only ordinary guards here, but also an unknown energy barrier. Don't touch anything unusual."

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Lynn nodded in response and continued digging deeper. His gaze swept around and finally found the informant being held captive in a cubicle. The man's hands and feet were bound with chains, and his face was covered in bruises, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe torture.

"Hold on, I'm coming to save you," Lynn whispered, quickly approaching.

The informant struggled to lift his head, a flicker of surprise and fear in his eyes: "Detective, be careful... they're nearby... and there are enhanced mutants too..."

"I know, but we'll go out together." Lynn quickly used the tools he carried to break the chains and helped the informant up.

Just then, the warehouse alarm suddenly went off. Clearly, Lynn's actions had been discovered. Rapid footsteps sounded all around, and armed guards and mutants quickly surrounded them.

"Run!" Lynn helped his informant up, quickly searching for the nearest exit. Using cover and precise shooting, he dodged enemy attacks while simultaneously calling for backup via communicator: "Eric, we need backup! Enemies inside the warehouse, target rescued!"

"Understood, the squad is on its way!" Eric's voice was firm and quick.

Lynn and his informant eventually met up with the support team in the open area outside the warehouse. With their overwhelming firepower, they successfully repelled the pursuing enemies and retreated to a safe area.

Back at headquarters, the informant was immediately taken to a medical center for treatment. Before leaving, he held Lynn's hand, his voice weak but full of gratitude: "Detective, thank you... If it weren't for you, I might never have made it out of there."

Lynn patted him on the shoulder, his tone resolute: "Your intelligence has saved many people; I'm just trying my best to give you justice."

A few days later, the recovered informant approached Lynn. He sat in an interrogation room at headquarters, still bearing some scars, but his eyes had regained some resolve. He handed Lynn a small notebook and whispered, "Detective, this is a list I risked my life to compile. They are the main funders of the experimental project and the financial backers behind the black market gene trade."

Lynn took the notebook, opened it, and saw it filled with detailed records of names, company names, and the flow of funds. Every name was significant in the business world, including well-known real estate developers, founders of technology companies, and even managers of charitable foundations.

"These people are top figures in the New York business world," the informant continued. "They use sophisticated money laundering channels to inject funds into experimental organizations, ostensibly to 'support medical research,' but in reality, they fund gene editing and mutant experiments."

Lynn frowned, his gaze lingering on one name as he flipped through the records: "James Callahan… I've heard that name more than once. What role did he play among these people?"

The informant nodded, his voice low: "Callahan is at the heart of it all. He's responsible for coordinating the connections between funders and experimental organizations, and even directly involved in the funding of the experiments. He's not just a middleman, but the main driving force behind the experimental projects."

Lynn closed his notebook and took a deep breath: "These giants are all shrewd individuals; they clearly understand the risks of the experiment. Why risk investing so many resources?"

"Because they see the rewards," the informant said, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "The goal of the experiments isn't just to create enhanced mutants, but also to sell controlled gene-editing technology. These giants believe this will be the next revolution in wealth and power, and they want to take the initiative in this transformation."

Lynn paused for a moment, then turned to Eric and said, "We need to start investigating these funders, tracing the flow of their funds, and finding direct evidence."

Eric nodded: "This will be a huge undertaking, but the list is in our hands, and they can't escape."

Lynn put the notebook into his briefcase, his tone firm: "Notify the investigation team to start with Callahan. He's the key to this network; once he speaks, everyone else will be implicated."

Hours later, the headquarters investigation team began its operation. They examined Callahan's bank accounts and business transaction records, uncovering a series of suspicious fund flows. These funds, transferred through multiple layers, ultimately ended up in offshore accounts controlled by the experimental organization.

"The evidence here is enough to put Callahan in jail," the technician excitedly reported to his superior. "We can apply for a search warrant directly."

Lynn shook his head: "While the evidence is conclusive, it's not enough to make him reveal all the funders behind him. He needs more pressure." (End of Chapter)