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Lynn stepped through the casino doors, greeted by the usual lively atmosphere and cheerful chatter. The lights were bright, neon signs flashed, and the air was thick with the smells of cigarettes and alcohol. Crowds gathered around almost every gambling table. Several dealers skillfully dealt cards; the atmosphere inside was both intense and tense, everyone's face etched with anticipation and unease.

Lynn knew the area well. He greeted the receptionist with a smile, exchanged some chips, and walked towards a high-stakes roulette table. His steps were relaxed and confident, his smile gracing his face as he scanned the surroundings. Some of the casino's regulars nodded in greeting upon seeing him; clearly, his appearance and demeanor made him seem not like a stranger to the gambler, but rather like a seasoned "big shot."

Soon, Lynn noticed a man sitting at a corner table. He was dressed in a dark suit, with sharp eyes and a cold smile on his lips. Several men who didn't look very friendly sat beside him. This man was Jason Hopkins, an outer member of the Blood Eagle gang. He was the head of an underground gambling ring around the casino. Although to outsiders he was just an ordinary high-stakes gambler, he actually held a very important position in the casino's criminal network.

Lynn smiled and walked over to Jason's table, sat down next to him, and greeted him, "Hey Jason, what's up? Trying your luck here today too?"

Jason looked up, glancing at Lynn with slight surprise, then smiled. "Oh, it's you, Lynn. You look great today. Want to play a game with us?"

Lynn smiled and gestured for the dealer to give him a round of chips as well. He then placed a few bets casually: "Opportunities at the gambling table don't come often. I'd better take good care of my luck today and not get ripped off by you veterans."

Jason chuckled, a shrewd glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, brother, nobody in this casino can cheat you. You don't look like an ordinary gambler. How about betting a bit more today?"

Lynn chuckled easily, releasing the chips in his hand: "You're right, I'm planning to win more today, otherwise the casino's money will quickly flow into your pockets."

Jason's eyes lit up with interest upon hearing this: "You dare to say that? Someone like you doesn't look like an ordinary gambler at all. Are you here to make friends with us old folks?"

Lynn patted Jason on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother, we should have talked a long time ago. I heard you've made some big deals these past few days. I wonder if I, a gambler, could get a piece of the action?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed Jason's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "You're joking, Lynn. We're not playing children's games; this isn't a simple gambling game."

Lynn smiled, his tone relaxed: "We're not kids, but sometimes we want to find some different kind of excitement in this city. You big shots are definitely involved in more than just gambling, right?"

A sly glint flashed in Jason's eyes, seemingly intrigued by Lynn's words: "You're right, the casinos do have more to offer than just these. But you also know the dark side of this city, it's not just the drama at the gambling tables. A new face like you, quite bold, daring to directly contact us, is certainly interesting."

Lynn's heart raced as he realized his words had caught Jason's attention. He continued in a relaxed tone, "I'm not trying to do anything big. I just hope to make some friends, get to know some people, and learn about your 'business.' After all, my business isn't that simple."

Jason raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by Lynn's attitude. "Oh? You've got guts to say that so directly. I like straightforward people like that." He paused, glancing around at the people around him, before finally saying in a low voice, "However, you should also know that what we do isn't exactly honorable. If you want to understand our 'business,' you'll have to pay a price. If you genuinely want to cooperate with us, you'll have to prove yourself first."

Lynn smiled slightly, and without hesitation, pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and placed it on the table, appearing very generous: "You're right, Jason, I didn't come here empty-handed. Since we're all in the same circle, why not use this method to build rapport first?"

Jason's eyes flashed, clearly moved by Lynn's gesture. He glanced at the cash on the table, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "I appreciate your kindness. In that case, let's talk." He gestured for the people nearby to sit further away, appearing somewhat wary, but not overly hostile.

Lynn noticed this and knew that someone as cautious as Jason must have considerable power behind him. He continued talking to Jason, trying to lead him into a deeper conversation. The topic ranged from luck at the gambling table to the profits of Las Vegas casinos, and then to the local underground gang networks. Throughout this process, Lynn deliberately lowered his stance, speaking to Jason in a relaxed tone to gain his trust.

A few minutes later, Jason suddenly stopped talking, his eyes becoming somewhat profound: "Since you're in such a hurry, I can tell you what you want to know. But you have to promise that you absolutely cannot mess with anyone from the Blood Eagle Gang."

Lynn nodded. "Don't worry, Jason, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to know some information about the recent murders. I heard you have some connections to the casino area, and I want to start with that information."

A flicker of hesitation crossed Jason's eyes, followed by a meaningful smile: "You're right, the dark side of Las Vegas isn't just about murder and arson; it's more about the struggle for profit. You want to know about the gamblers, right?"

Lynn didn't rush to respond, but waited quietly for Jason to continue. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Jason said in a low voice, "Some of these gamblers are truly addicted, while others are involved in bigger deals. The person you're looking for is connected to these murders. However, I can't tell you directly who it is, but I can give you a hint: go find Noah Black. He's our 'accountant,' and he knows more about things than anyone else."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat; the name sounded vaguely familiar, clearly indicating Blake's close ties to the Las Vegas mob. Lynn quickly memorized the name, his heart filled with anticipation: "Thank you, Jason. I'll remember what you said."

"Remember, if you mess with the Blood Eagles, the consequences won't be good." Jason stood up, patted Lynn on the shoulder, "But seeing as someone with guts, I'll let you know some information first. We'll talk about the rest later."

Lynn smiled, stood up, said goodbye to Jason, and left the gambling table. Although the conversation had been somewhat cautious, he knew he had obtained an important clue.

Following Jason's lead, Lynn located Noah Black. Black was a prominent figure in the Las Vegas underworld, notorious for controlling illegal activities around several casinos. Unlike other gang members who directly engaged in violent crimes, he focused on behind-the-scenes operations and financial flows, controlling the financial networks of many casinos and the lifeblood of some underground transactions.

Lynn parked his car near Blake's private office, surrounded by seemingly unremarkable small shops and restaurants, but Lynn knew this place was anything but simple. Blake's office was tucked away in a corner of a high-rise building, and instead of resembling a power center in the underworld, it appeared modern and clean. Downstairs was a quiet bar, its patrons conversing in hushed tones, seemingly peaceful, yet subtly exuding a sense of oppression.

He entered the bar, glanced around, and quickly spotted Blake. Blake was sitting at a corner table, without bodyguards, only a few low-profile assistants. Blake was wearing a dark suit, his expression aloof, and those around him seemed to maintain a tacit distance from him.

Lynn walked up to Blake, who looked up at him with a hint of interest rather than surprise: "You've finally found me, Agent Lynn. You don't seem like your typical law enforcement officer; you've got guts, though."

Lynn smiled and sat down opposite Blake without any hesitation. "I came to see you to ask you some questions, Blake. I hope we can work together smoothly."

Blake didn't seem in a hurry to respond, raising an eyebrow: "A pleasant collaboration? Do you think I would easily reveal any information to you? You know, I only care about money, nothing else."

Lynn nodded slightly, his smile showing no impatience but rather patience: "I understand. You value money, so I've brought more than just empty words." He reached into his bag, took out a wad of cash, and placed it directly in front of Blake.

Blake's eyes sharpened instantly, and a slight smile played on his lips, seemingly pleased with Lynn's frankness and generosity. Lynn's actions were completely unreserved; he knew that Blake was that kind of person—trust must be exchanged for money and benefits, and this was the only way he could obtain information from Blake.

"You're a smart man, Lynn," Blake said softly, gently pushing aside the cash in front of him, his eyes fixed on the wad of bills; clearly, he was familiar with them. "What do you want to know?"

Lynn didn't hesitate and went straight to the point: "I came to you to find out about some recent murders in Las Vegas. I know there are some complicated things behind these gamblers, and you're involved in some way. You can provide me with some information, and I'll handle the rest."

Blake smiled slightly, gently stirring the water glass on the table, his gaze scrutinizing. "You've seen the dark side of Las Vegas all too well, and you still dare to ask these questions? You've got some guts. Do you want to know the cause of these gamblers' deaths, or do you want to find out who's behind it all?"

"What I really want to know is who's involved in the deals behind these victims," ​​Lynn said calmly. "I know you know the truth about these things, and you're willing to cooperate with me."

Blake gave Lynn a deep look, seemingly weighing his words. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "These people are dead. It's definitely not simple. You're right, there are many things involved behind this murder. You said you knew about these people's dealings, so you should understand that this isn't just a simple fight between gamblers. There's a bigger deal behind it, involving some underground transactions, and even some of our Blood Hawk Gang's partners."

Lynn's heart raced slightly; clearly, Blake's words had given him a glimmer of hope. He continued, "Could you be more specific about who these people are? What kind of deals are they involved in? I know you have contact with these people; could you offer me some assistance?"

Blake paused for a moment, seemingly considering whether to reveal more information. Lynn didn't urge him, but waited patiently. He knew that dealing with people like this required giving them enough time and space to obtain valuable clues.

Finally, Blake spoke up: "Alright, since you're willing to pay such a high price for this information, I'll tell you. Those victims all have one thing in common—they were all partners of the Blood Hawk gang, involved in underground gambling and money laundering activities."

Lynn frowned slightly, clearly surprised: "The Blood Eagle Gang? These people are actually related to you?"

Blake nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Of course, these people aren't necessarily my direct subordinates, but they have many dealings with us. We need to control these underground gambling businesses, and they are part of that. As for those dead gamblers, there's probably something behind it that caused unnecessary conflict. The person who killed them must have known the inside story of these deals and wanted to eliminate all evidence and anyone who might threaten them."

Hearing these words, Lynn had a clearer idea in mind. "Do you know who's behind these killings?"

Blake's eyes turned cold, and he hesitated slightly, but he continued, "I don't know exactly who did it, but there are some people I know who are not to be underestimated; they have much more powerful forces behind them. I dare say that the Blood Eagle Gang's interests aren't the only motive behind these killings. Perhaps you should look for other clues, especially those who had contact with the victims."

Lynn nodded slightly: "Understood, thank you for your cooperation, Blake."

Blake shrugged, a faint smile on his face. "You've paid a good price, and I've given you the information you wanted. The rest is up to you to figure it out."

Lynn didn't leave immediately. Instead, he pushed another wad of cash in front of Blake: "Blake, I don't want to alert them. If you could provide me with some more clues about these people's specific transactions, or tell me more about their background, I would be even more grateful." (End of Chapter)