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Eric asked, "What are your plans?"

Lynn's eyes sharpened: "We'll lure him out, create an irresistible deal for him, and make him willingly surrender."

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Kate sat in her apartment, surrounded by documents and electronic devices, her eyes fixed sharply on the computer screen. She had just received crucial information from an anonymous informant, detailing the flow of funds among several business tycoons and the background of so-called "medical research" projects.

As she flipped through the documents, she muttered to herself, "These so-called 'medical research' are just a front. They're using the guise of saving human health to secretly fund illegal genetic experiments."

Kate's fingers flew across the keyboard, cross-referencing the data with other information she had gathered previously. Soon, a clear picture formed in her mind—these giants not only financially supported the experiments but also used their influence to cover up the truth.

She dialed Lynn's number, her voice urgent: "Lynn, I've just uncovered some crucial clues. These funders are laundering money under the guise of 'medical research,' using charities and research grants to conceal their true intentions."

Lynn's voice came from the other end of the phone, calm but tinged with a hint of wariness: "Do you have solid evidence?"

“Yes, and enough to make it difficult for them to deny it,” Kate replied. “But that’s not enough. I need more backing. These people will use their power to fight back, and we need to be prepared.”

"What are you planning to do?" Lynn asked.

Kate paused for a moment, then said firmly, "I intend to report publicly and let the public know the truth behind these so-called philanthropists. Exposing them is the fastest way to stop these experiments."

Lynn's tone turned serious: "Kate, these people have connections everywhere; they won't stand idly by. Your actions could put you in danger."

"Danger is a normal part of my job," Kate responded calmly. "But I know that only by bringing the truth to light can we truly stop them."

Lynn sighed. "Alright, but I hope you'll be careful. Let me know if you need any help."

"Don't worry," Kate smiled, "I won't let myself die in vain."

After hanging up the phone, Kate began writing her report. She meticulously organized all the facts and clues into an article, revealing how business tycoons used the guise of "medical research" to fund gene-editing experiments, attempting to profit immensely by manipulating gene technology.

A few hours later, the article was completed. Kate contacted her colleagues in the editorial department and arranged an in-depth interview, planning to release the report simultaneously. She knew that this article would cause a huge uproar, but she also knew that this was a battle that had to be fought.

The news immediately sparked widespread attention and uproar in society. Major media outlets reprinted the story, and public anger and questions were directed at these giant corporations. Spokespersons for some of these companies quickly issued statements attempting to clarify, but more journalists and investigators began digging deeper to uncover the truth.

Kate's phone rang incessantly; some praised her courage, while others threatened her to shut up. But she remained steadfast, continuing to follow the leads while maintaining close contact with Lynn, ready to face any possible retaliation.

Lynn felt a mix of emotions upon hearing the news. He knew Kate's revelation was a double-edged sword; it could either force the funders to expose their wrongdoing or accelerate their efforts to clear up evidence.

"Her reporting will accelerate the pace of this game," Lynn told Eric. "Now, we must find the key connections between these giants and experimental organizations faster, and make sure they don't have a chance to escape."

Eric nodded, his tone becoming more tense: "This is a battle we cannot afford to lose; we must act quickly."

Meanwhile, in the monitoring room of a secret hideout, the head of the experimental organization was nervously discussing countermeasures in front of the screen.

"These reports have increased our risk of exposure tenfold," one scientist muttered. "We have to move all our equipment and experimental samples immediately, or it'll all be over once the police find us here."

"It's all arranged," another supervisor said. "We've split into three groups for the transfer, sending the equipment to different locations. As for the experimental samples... the most important batch will be destroyed to prevent any information leaks."

"Did Coleman agree to this decision?" the scientist asked.

The supervisor nodded and replied coldly, "He agreed, but warned us to be careful with every step from now on. He said the FBI is behind us, and we don't have much time left."

Meanwhile, Lynn and headquarters were working diligently to analyze the intelligence gathered following Kate's report. Through cross-referencing a large amount of financial and logistical information, the team finally identified several key locations that might be related to the experimental organization.

"We've identified a transfer point for experimental equipment," the technician said in the conference room. "It's a small warehouse in the suburbs, and their shipping records show a recent surge in unregistered packages, which are likely linked to the experimental organization."

Eric pointed to another location marked on the screen and added, "There's also this abandoned lab. We didn't have enough evidence to investigate further before, but recent surveillance footage shows it's suddenly become quite active here. They might be processing experimental samples here."

Lynn stared at the map, his eyes sharp: "If we disperse our forces, we might not be able to keep up with their pace. They're clearly trying to use the chaos and time difference to complete their relocation."

Eric pondered for a moment: "Then let's develop two action plans. One will track the equipment transfer point, and the other will go straight to the laboratory and cut off their core escape route."

Lynn nodded in agreement: "I'll lead the team to the lab; this might be Coleman's last hiding place. Eric, you'll lead another team to ensure the equipment isn't moved out of the suburbs."

Headquarters quickly distributed the plan to all teams, and everyone realized the urgency of the situation. Lynn's well-equipped team swiftly arrived at the perimeter of the abandoned laboratory, only to find that the organization had already deployed a tight armed guard.

"They're stalling for time," Lynn said through the communicator. "They're clearly covering the evacuation of key personnel. We must break through quickly."

The agents quickly sprang into action, and a fierce firefight erupted outside the laboratory. While directing his team's advance, Lynn used a thermal scanner to scan the building's interior for heat sources, soon identifying a distinctly different area.

"Here," he pointed to a hidden underground entrance, "they hid their most important things down there."

The team quickly breached the guards and opened the underground entrance. Lynn led the way inside and discovered a fully operational laboratory, with equipment and data clearly still functioning.

"Gather all the evidence," Lynn ordered the technical team, "especially the lab logs and samples. Don't leave anything here."

Just as the team was searching, a rapid alarm suddenly sounded. Lynn saw a countdown timer activate, displaying glaring red numbers on the screen.

"They've set a self-destruct mechanism!" the technician exclaimed. "Everything will be destroyed in ten minutes!"

Without hesitation, Lynn ordered, "Prioritize saving the experimental data and samples; everyone else evacuate!"

The agents acted swiftly, packing any portable equipment and documents into special containers. Lynn personally inspected every operational device to ensure no critical information was overlooked.

As the final second of the countdown ended, Lynn and his team had just evacuated the laboratory when a deafening explosion engulfed the entire underground facility in flames.

The following morning, Lynn entered the headquarters conference room and found the atmosphere more tense than usual. Eric sat at one end of the long table, his face grim, a report of the failed operation spread out in front of him.

"What's going on?" Lynn sat down, his gaze sweeping over the other people in the conference room, and asked in a low voice.

Eric sighed and pointed to the report, saying, "Last night we planned to raid a newly identified experimental transfer point, which intelligence indicated was the last stop for the equipment transfer. However, when our team arrived, the target location was deserted. All equipment, personnel, and even traces had been completely wiped clean."

Lynn opened the report, carefully examining the operation logs and on-site photos, and frowned: "Their reaction speed was too fast. This is definitely not a coincidence."

John stood to the side, his tone tinged with displeasure: "Clearly, someone leaked our plans beforehand. It's impossible for them to be that precise unless they already knew we were coming."

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Lynn closed the report and looked sharply at Eric: "This means there might be a mole within headquarters."

Eric nodded, but a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes: "I've considered that possibility, but our people are always rigorously selected. How could there be a traitor?"

"Strict screening doesn't mean it's foolproof," Lynn said calmly. "There are only two possibilities for a leak: either the plan was hacked, or someone on our side tipped us off."

The technician walked in with a report, his expression serious. "Detective," he said, "we've checked the communications and network systems and found no signs of hacking. This means the information was leaked from within."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense, and everyone was wondering what this meant.

Lynn looked around, his voice low but firm: "If there's a mole within our ranks, every move we make could be monitored by them. This would not only put us on the defensive, but also put the lives of our personnel in danger."

Eric gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table: "We have to find this mole. Whoever it is, we can't let them continue to sabotage the operation."

"The problem is, we can't rashly accuse anyone," Lynn analyzed calmly. "If we act rashly, we might alert them. We need a more discreet approach."

John frowned and asked, "So what are we supposed to do? Are we just going to risk guessing whether the other side already knows about our plans every time we take action?"

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said, "We need to devise a decoy operation. We'll feign a raid, but actually lure and capture the leaker. By observing who leaks false information, we can identify the suspects."

Eric nodded in agreement: "That is indeed a good idea. But the decoy operation needs to be carried out with great care, so as not to give the real target any clues."

Lynn looked at the technician: "At the same time, we also need to strengthen internal monitoring. All personnel, equipment, and communications related to the recent action plan must be carefully reviewed. No anomalies can be ignored."

The technician immediately replied, "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

After the meeting, Lynn returned to his office and began meticulously reviewing all the records and details of the past operations. He knew that finding the mole was an extremely difficult task, but also the most pressing issue at hand.

A few hours later, his communicator rang. It was Eric's voice: "Lynn, the bait plan is ready. When do we begin?"

Lynn stood up, his gaze resolute: "Starting tonight. We must catch this sabotager, or the next failure could mean our complete collapse."

After the decoy operation began, the team members became increasingly tense. Everyone secretly speculated about the mole's identity, which gradually eroded trust. When the operation ended without any leads, Eric's patience completely ran out.

Back in the headquarters conference room, Eric slammed an operation report on the table, staring intently at Lynn, his tone filled with dissatisfaction: "Lynn, your plan has yielded nothing. We wasted an entire night, and the enemy is still at large!"

Lynn raised his head, his gaze calm: "I never said this plan could succeed on the first try. It's a gradual process, and the decoy operation is just the first step."

"The first step?" Eric scoffed, his tone laced with disdain. "And meanwhile, our time is slipping away bit by bit! How can you be so sure there's a mole within our ranks? Perhaps this was all a misjudgment!"

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low but firm: "If you don't want to trust my judgment, you can report directly to your superiors and have me withdraw from this mission. But I warn you, if we ignore this issue, every subsequent operation could be sabotaged."

Eric paused, a flicker of struggle crossing his face. His anger and unease mingled, preventing him from immediately refuting Lynn.

"Enough!" John, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but interject, raising his hands to signal the two to calm down. "You two stop arguing. Our biggest enemy right now is the experimental organization, not each other."

He looked at Eric, his tone softening slightly: "Eric, I understand your dissatisfaction, but Lynn's analysis isn't without merit. The leaks have caused our operations to fail multiple times, a fact that cannot be ignored."

Then he turned to Lynn, his tone equally serious: "Lynn, but Eric is right about one thing: our team is very vulnerable right now, and trust is on the verge of collapse. You need to show everyone that your plan makes sense, instead of letting everyone fall into doubt." (End of Chapter)