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Henry's Casino is one of the most luxurious casinos in Las Vegas, a dream destination for many gamblers. Inside, the lights shimmer, music plays softly, and the opulent decor and constantly shifting chips contrast sharply with the casino's otherwise somber atmosphere. As soon as Lynn entered, he was enveloped in the oppressive atmosphere and tension. Dressed casually and almost inconspicuously, he slowly walked to the bar and found a corner to sit down.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Henry slowly walked over. He was tall, dressed in a well-tailored suit, with sharp eyes and a faint smile on his lips. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him, but he paid no attention and walked straight towards Lynn.

"I heard you have some problems that require my help?" Henry's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a calm yet threatening tone. "If you've come to me, you must be of some value, right?"

Lynn stood up and shook hands with Henry: "Mr. Henry, I do have some questions for you regarding the recent cases in Las Vegas."

Henry's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "The case? You mean those unlucky gamblers?" he said casually. "That's none of your business. You'd better not get involved in what's happening at the casino."

Lynn looked at Henry with a grim face: "I know about your dealings with these people. Although you don't want to admit it publicly, I also know that casinos won't easily make such things public. However, there doesn't seem to be any obvious connection between these recently deceased gamblers and their backgrounds, unless you know their backgrounds."

Henry frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Lynn's directness: "I don't care who lives or dies, as long as his money is in my pocket." His eyes sharpened. "These gamblers' deaths have actually saved me a lot of trouble. If you think these corpses have anything to do with me, you're mistaken, Lynn."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then continued, "Your dealings with these gamblers are clearly more than just gambling. They have some unknown backgrounds, and I believe you are aware of them."

Henry's eyes sharpened. After a moment of silence, he said, "What kind of deep-seated hatred do you think I would have with these gamblers? I'd love for them to gamble and win more; why would I possibly want to kill them?"

Lynn looked at Henry and smiled sarcastically. "I know the rules of the game in Las Vegas. You make a lot of money, and you have a lot of gamblers, but you also understand that the power struggle in casinos goes far beyond that. The killer isn't just after money; he might be targeting gamblers with questionable connections."

Henry's eyes flickered, clearly no longer so cold, and he asked in a deep voice, "What do you want, Lynn?"

Lynn straightened up, his gaze resolute: "Can you provide me with background information on these gamblers? I know these victims weren't simple people; there must be more complex transactions involved. If you want the casino to continue operating smoothly, perhaps providing this information can help you reach some kind of consensus with the police."

Henry pondered for a moment, clearly considering whether to reveal this information. After a while, he chuckled, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "You really think I'd help you investigate these things? You're mistaken, Lynn. I don't do things that are pointless. The information you get is probably far less valuable than you think."

He suddenly stood up, turned around, and prepared to leave, leaving Lynn alone. Lynn knew that this conversation was far from over, and he did not intend to give up easily, but quietly watched Henry leave.

Henry didn't leave the casino immediately, but instead headed towards a small office. Lynn glanced down at his watch, realizing that Henry might be deliberately being mysterious to test his limits. Lynn didn't follow immediately, but instead began to observe his surroundings. At that moment, he understood that although Henry appeared nonchalant, he was clearly affected by Lynn's words.

After a while, Lynn stood up and walked towards Henry. This time, he was determined not to make pointless probes, but to put more direct pressure on Henry.

Lynn walked toward Henry's office, without any urge to take drastic measures. He knew that to get more information from Henry, he couldn't be too forceful; instead, he needed to show trust and patience. Although Henry appeared cold, he wasn't someone who would easily give up his own interests, and Lynn knew that only through interaction with Henry could he uncover more clues.

As Lynn reached the office door, she gently knocked. Henry's voice came from inside: "Come in." He didn't seem too surprised, as if he knew Lynn would come again.

Lynn pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The office was as lavish as ever, yet it felt cold and impersonal. Henry sat in a large chair, his hands clasped on the desk, his expression still serious, as if he had expected Lynn's arrival.

"I know why you've come to me, Lynn," Henry said sharply. "But you also know that I control the rules of the casino. Getting the backgrounds of those gamblers won't be so easy."

Lynn stood calmly at the table. "I understand your concerns, Henry. I'm not here to threaten you or interfere with your business. I just need some information. The recent murders in Las Vegas clearly conceal a conspiracy far more complex than simple gambling. You know, if I can get more clues from you, perhaps we can work together to avoid a bigger conflict."

Henry didn't respond immediately, but silently looked at Lynn, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. After a few seconds, he spoke: "You're right, Lynn. What you want to know isn't just ordinary grudges between gamblers. These people have some complicated deals behind them, but I don't intend to share their stories with you." He paused, seemingly deep in thought. "Let me tell you, casinos aren't charities. Gamblers are merely tools for generating profits for us. Whether they live or die is none of our business."

Lynn nodded slightly, already guessing Henry's stance: "I understand what you mean. You don't care about the lives of these gamblers, after all, you only care about the revenue they bring to the casino. But I know that the Blood Eagle Gang and you have some unknown deals behind the scenes. If you're unwilling to give me a direct answer, then perhaps I can help you find a more suitable way to reduce your contact with these forces behind the scenes."

Henry's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't immediately retort, but lowered his head, as if pondering the meaning behind Lynn's words. Then, he raised his head, his gaze becoming even sharper: "You're not simple, Lynn. Since you can see through all this, why don't you tell me, just how much do you know?"

"I know about your partnership with the Bloodhawks," Lynn said calmly. "They've brought you some shady profits. You maintain a certain level of influence through money laundering and illegal gambling. There are even rumors that you have unusual relationships with some of the gang's higher-ups. Would you tell me what role the Bloodhawks have played in all of this?"

Henry didn't respond, and the atmosphere instantly froze. Lynn knew that Henry was currently weighing whether he should continue dealing with him. After a moment of silence, Henry suddenly put down his pen and stood up. "You're right, I do have some connections with the Blood Hawk Gang. After all, in a place like Las Vegas, you can't gain a foothold without some backing." He paused, as if making a decision, and then continued, "But that doesn't mean I'll cooperate with you, Lynn. You must know that just because you can leave here doesn't mean you can take the truth with you."

Lynn's gaze remained unwavering, fixed firmly on Henry: "I don't intend to take your business away, Henry. What I'm doing is simply making it clear to you both that you don't have many options left. Those dead gamblers may be victims of some illegal activities by the Blood Hawk Gang. Do you understand? They're willing to risk their own lives. Don't you want to gain some leverage before the next few cases occur?"

Henry's face darkened; he clearly hadn't expected Lynn to hit the nail on the head so bluntly. "You make it sound so easy, Lynn," Henry's voice deepened. "These men are dead, and that's none of our business. What do you want to know, Lynn? Tell me, what reason do you have for me to risk a direct confrontation with the Blood Hawks over a few corpses?"

Lynn paused, understanding Henry's concerns. "I don't want a direct confrontation with the Blood Hawks, but if you continue to let these kinds of incidents happen, the gamblers in Las Vegas, and even your own casino, will face unpredictable consequences. You're right, it's legitimate for casinos to make money, and gangs, money laundering, and gambling can all sustain themselves. But if they get involved in more unrelated killings and violence, the ultimate cost will be much heavier."

Henry frowned and scoffed, "You really think I'd heed your warnings? Las Vegas is just a big casino. At most, you can only clean up the bodies of these gamblers and keep the police busy investigating. You don't have enough power to influence the game here."

"You're wrong, Henry." Lynn's tone suddenly became more resolute. "You might be able to dominate here, but Las Vegas isn't a place you can control alone. If you want to continue enjoying this advantage, you'd better consider the situation ahead. The Blood Hawk's rampage will trigger even bigger conflicts, and ultimately, you'll lose something far more important than you imagine."

Henry's gaze grew even colder: "You think you can threaten me? You're just an outsider agent, you'll be leaving sooner or later. But I, Henry Coleman, have been in this city for a long time. No one can shake me."

Lynn stood firm: "Do whatever you want, but I won't give up. Behind every act of bloodshed at the Las Vegas tables lie many more untold secrets. I will uncover them one by one, until none of you have anywhere to hide."

A cold glint flashed in Henry's eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "You certainly have guts, Lynn. Since you insist, I'll offer you some assistance. If you want to know more, go find the Bloodhawk Gang and see if they're willing to cooperate." With that, Henry turned to leave, leaving Lynn standing alone.

Lynn understood that although Henry's answer was vague, it was enough to convey his meaning. He knew that Henry wasn't unwilling to reveal information, but rather that his words were a way of expressing his stance. Henry didn't intend to confront the police directly, but he also understood that Lynn wasn't so easily intimidated.

Lynn left Henry's office and returned to the hotel to meet Mark. Mark noticed the change in Lynn's expression and immediately asked, "How did Henry react?"

"Henry's attitude is clear: he's unwilling to cooperate with us directly," Lynn said in a low voice. "But he gave us a clue: find members of the Bloodhawk Gang, and perhaps we can get more information from them."

Mark frowned. "This is getting more and more complicated, Lynn. The Bloodhawk Gang's power is unfathomable. Will the two of us be able to handle this alone?"

Lynn looked at the notebook in his hand, his eyes sharpening: "It will definitely be difficult. But if we can't negotiate with them face to face, we can at least find clues from Henry's hints. We have to get closer step by step until we catch the mastermind."

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

"We need to step up our efforts, track the Bloodhawks' activities, find their contacts, and see if we can get a breakthrough from them," Lynn said firmly. "As for Henry, it's not that he doesn't want to cooperate, but that he's afraid to take the risk openly. I believe he has many secrets that haven't been exposed yet."

"Understood," Mark nodded. "Let's get moving, but try not to alert the Blood Eagles. Only by finding clues can we break this deadlock completely."

The next day, Lynn returned to the casino. This time, unlike before, he didn't try to keep a low profile; instead, he appeared in the crowd as a conspicuous gambler. Today, he wore an expensive suit, his hair was meticulously styled, and a confident smile graced his face. His demeanor was refined yet ostentatious, aiming to give the impression that he was a regular and had plenty of money. Casinos are the heart of Las Vegas; anyone can find opportunities to connect with certain people here, especially those from the underworld. Lynn's task was to use this identity to make contact with the outer members of the Blood Hawk gang.

He knew that casinos were a huge goldmine for organized crime. These gangs amassed enormous fortunes there, with underground gambling, money laundering, and illegal transactions all intertwined in these establishments. The Blood Eagle Gang, as one of the most powerful factions within this network, often had its peripheral members active around casinos, conducting transactions and manipulating events both inside and outside of them. Lynn's goal was clear: he wanted to use his position to cultivate relationships with these peripheral members, thereby obtaining internal information about the Blood Eagle Gang. (End of Chapter)