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Lin En sat in the interrogation room, facing Vincent, who was handcuffed to a chair. The air was thick with tension. Lin En's gaze was stern, and on the table lay the ledgers and photos found in the stronghold.

"Vincent, you know we have enough evidence to keep you in prison for life," Lin En's voice was low but oppressive. "But I'm giving you a chance. Tell me who's behind you, what are they planning."

Vincent raised his head, a sneer on his lips. "You think I'm scared? Detective Lin En, you should be the one sitting here, not me."

Lin En clasped his hands, his eyes sharp. "This is your last chance. If you're willing to cooperate, I can recommend leniency to the court. But if you remain stubborn, then wait and see how you get abandoned."

Vincent snorted coldly, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and refused to cooperate.

Lin En looked at him, anger rising in his heart, but his face remained emotionless. He got up and left the interrogation room, going to the observation room next door, where Mark was waiting for him.

"Detective, this guy won't open his mouth easily," Mark said in a low voice. "He's clearly prepared not to cooperate."

"No one is willing to take the blame for an organization or mastermind for life," Lin En said calmly. "His weakness isn't here, we need to change direction."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "You mean… his family?"

Lin En nodded. "Vincent is an old fox, but everyone has a soft spot. He has a younger brother and an adult daughter. I suspect they may know some clues, or even be involved by him. Check his family background, including recent activity records, and see if we can find a breakthrough."

Mark nodded quickly. "Understood, I'll arrange it immediately."

After watching Mark leave, Lin En returned to his office and looked through Vincent's file. He knew that when someone like Vincent was cornered, his only option was to use everything that could threaten him. And family is usually the most effective point of leverage.

A few hours later, Mark returned to the precinct with a detailed investigation report in his hand.

"Detective, I've checked Vincent's family situation. His younger brother, Jonathan, lives in the suburbs and runs a small restaurant, which looks ordinary on the surface. But he recently had a very suspicious inflow of funds, as much as one hundred thousand dollars, from an offshore account."

Lin En's eyes sharpened. "One hundred thousand dollars? Does the timing of this money match Vincent's recent activities?"

Mark nodded. "It matches perfectly, and I found something else. Vincent's daughter, Lisa, has been frequently visiting a high-end law firm recently, probably making legal preparations for her father's 'accident' in advance."

Lin En sneered. "It seems that Vincent not only hasn't given up on manipulating his family, but also uses them as cover. His brother may be a money-laundering channel, and his daughter is his way out."

"What do we do next?" Mark asked.

"Find his brother, Jonathan," Lin En said firmly. "If he's involved in this conspiracy, or being used by Vincent, then we need to uncover the truth as soon as possible."

Mark nodded. "I'll take people over to investigate immediately."

"Remember, don't alert him," Lin En instructed. "If Jonathan is really colluding with Vincent, he will try to protect his brother. We need to find solid evidence so that Vincent has no way out."

Mark left quickly with his team, while Lin En returned to the interrogation room to face Vincent again. He threw a stack of photos on the table, his tone indifferent: "Vincent, these photos are your brother Jonathan's recent activity records, and some evidence of fund transfers. You don't want him to get involved, do you?"

Vincent's hands gripped the armrests, a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he still didn't speak.

Lin En knew that time was closing in on the truth, and Mark's investigation would soon pry open this old fox's last line of defense.

Lin En looked at Vincent's tense expression, knowing that his strategy was gradually taking effect. He said in a calm but oppressive tone: "Vincent, let me paint you a simple picture. If you don't cooperate, your brother Jonathan and your daughter Lisa will be dragged into this quagmire. We have enough evidence to have them investigated. Are you willing to see them pay the price for your actions?"

Vincent's hands trembled slightly under the table, his eyes flickered for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth: "You have no evidence, they did nothing wrong!"

"No evidence?" Lin En sneered, slapping a bank transfer record on the table. "This is the evidence, one hundred thousand dollars, directly transferred from an offshore account to your brother's account. And these are surveillance screenshots of your daughter frequently visiting a law firm. She's paving the way for your escape, isn't she?"

Vincent's face completely changed. He looked at the evidence, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't say anything.

Lin En continued to pressure him: "Vincent, you're a smart man. You know that if we can find these, we can find more. If you continue to remain silent, not only you, but your family will be dragged down by the law. They shouldn't bear the consequences for everything you've done. Now is your only chance, tell the truth, cooperate, and save them."

Vincent's hands gradually loosened, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with struggle and despair, and finally he lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "You win, Lin En. I'll talk."

Lin En didn't show a trace of victory, but calmly sat up straight and waited for Vincent to continue.

Vincent's eyes were a little erratic, his tone trembling: "All of this… was instructed by Alan Coleman. He's the mastermind, controlling the entire network. I'm just a tool, laundering money for him and patching up loopholes."

Lin En's eyebrows twitched slightly. Alan Coleman, the name was prominent in his intelligence system. He was a seasoned entrepreneur who ran a legitimate business on the surface, but in reality controlled a vast criminal network involving financial fraud, illegal trade, and transnational money laundering.

"Continue," Lin En's voice was calm but full of intimidation. "What did Coleman make you do?"

Vincent closed his eyes, as if sorting out his thoughts: "The bankruptcy of the Blackwood family was orchestrated by him. Decades ago, he devoured the Blackwood family's wealth through forged contracts and offshore accounts, and then laundered the money through us 'consultants'. He didn't want to leave any traces, so he ordered me to destroy all the evidence that could point to him, including those ledgers."

"What else have you done for him over the years?" Lin En pressed.

Vincent trembled as he spoke: "Help him cover up loopholes in some old cases, and ensure that those involved don't show their faces. Recently, he noticed your investigation, so he had me arrange for people to clean up those things at the hunter's lodge. Unfortunately… I failed."

Lin En sneered, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "You didn't just fail, Vincent, you just gave us enough reason to go directly to Coleman."

Vincent lowered his head in despair, muttering: "You don't know how dangerous he is, he won't let you find him alive."

Lin En stood up, collected the documents on the table, and turned to Mark in the observation room: "Prepare to move, transfer all this evidence to headquarters, and issue an emergency arrest warrant for Alan Coleman."

Mark nodded and left quickly to make arrangements. Lin En looked back at Vincent, his tone indifferent: "You chose this path yourself, now enjoy the results."

Vincent didn't say anything, but hung his head as if he had completely collapsed. As Lin En left the interrogation room, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Lin En stood at the door of Coleman's luxurious office, his eyes like torches. He took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The interior was extremely luxurious, with leather sofas, expensive carpets, and world-renowned paintings hanging on the walls, all of which demonstrated Coleman's wealth and status.

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Coleman sat behind his desk, looking relaxed and at ease. He wore a well-tailored suit, held a glass of red wine in his hand, and when he saw Lin En come in, he simply raised his head slightly, a sneer on his lips.

"Detective Lin En, what brings you here?" Coleman's tone was frivolous, obviously not taking Lin En seriously.

Lin En stared at him coldly, walked straight to the desk, and slammed a document heavily on the table: "Alan Coleman, your name has appeared in too much evidence. The bankruptcy of the Blackwood family, transnational money laundering, illegal trade, do you have anything to add?"

Coleman put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and the smile on his lips deepened. "Oh, Detective, I've heard a lot about you. Strong sense of justice, unwavering will, never afraid of difficulties. Too bad, these things aren't worth much in the real world."

"Is that so?" Lin En's voice was as cold as ice. "We have enough evidence, your network is collapsing. Your men have already begun to surrender, how long can you sit still?"

Coleman laughed and waved his hand. "Detective Lin En, you're a smart man, but you don't seem smart enough. You think you can bring me down with just that 'evidence'? The rules of this world are much more complex than you think. The deeper you investigate, the more you move, the more you'll find yourself being used like a fool."

Lin En frowned slightly, but didn't waver. "No matter how complex the rules are, they can't escape the law. I will personally send you to court."

Coleman stood up, walked to Lin En, looked down at him, his eyes full of obvious contempt. "The law? The law is just a plaything used by the strong to decorate their facade. Lin En, take my advice, don't make unnecessary struggles. You're a good cop, why ruin your future for this nonsense?"

Lin En sneered. "Because it's my duty. And you, a scumbag like you, are exactly the target I want to eliminate."

Coleman laughed as if he had heard an absurd joke, then leaned closer to Lin En and said in a low voice: "I can give you money, Detective. A lot of money, as long as you abandon the investigation and stop interfering in my affairs. This money is enough for you and your family to live a carefree life. You can choose to leave, enjoy true freedom with all your sense of justice."

Lin En's gaze was as cold as a knife. He slowly raised his head and stared at Coleman: "You think I'm the kind of person who can be bought?"

Coleman shrugged and turned back to his seat, picking up his wine glass again. "Everyone has their price, Detective Lin En. It's just that some people's prices are higher, and I can afford it."

Lin En slowly approached the table, his tone low and oppressive: "You made the biggest mistake of all, which is underestimating me. Your money can't buy justice, and it can't buy my conscience."

The disdain in Coleman's eyes flashed, then he smiled and said: "In that case, I wish you good luck. But you'll soon find out that this is a game you can't win."

Lin En didn't say anything more, he just stared coldly at Coleman, then turned and left the office. He knew that Coleman's confidence was not without foundation, but this made him even more determined to bring this man to justice.

After leaving the building, Lin En dialed Mark's number: "Carry out all the plans step by step, monitor all his activities, all his resources and networks, we must cut them all off. He thinks he's invincible, then let him see how his empire collapses."

Mark's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement: "Understood, Detective. This time, we will never let him escape."

Lin En stood in the center of the police station's command room, his eyes swept over the detectives under his command, his tone low and firm: "Coleman's power is vast, and the evidence is hidden deep, but we don't need to wait until we find all the evidence to take action. Today, we want to make him understand that the net has begun to tighten."

He turned and drew a line on the whiteboard, marking a location: "The high-end bar 'Nightfall' under Coleman's name is one of his illegal trading strongholds. We have enough clues to prove that this is a key place for him to launder money and cover up criminal activities. Tonight, we will raid and seal off this bar on suspicion of illegal trading and money laundering."

Mark stood aside and nodded in agreement: "Detective, news just came from the financial analysis team that there are obvious financial anomalies in 'Nightfall's' accounts, which are likely to be Coleman's channel for laundering money."

Lin En turned to look at the other detectives and continued: "This is the first blow we're giving Coleman. His resources and network depend on the operation of these places, and once these places are destroyed, his empire will begin to collapse."

Several detectives responded in unison: "Understood!"