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Once the operation began, Lynn personally led the team, driving a black law enforcement vehicle, followed by several police cars. The convoy quickly headed towards the luxurious bar in the city center. The bar was brightly lit, with celebrities and wealthy businessmen coming and going, everything seemingly calm and normal.

Lynn got out of the car at the bar entrance, signaling his subordinates to spread out and block the exits. He strode towards the bar's entrance, where a security guard tried to stop him: "Sir, this is a private establishment, you cannot enter without permission."

Lynn presented his credentials and said coldly, "FBI, we suspect this place is involved in illegal transactions and money laundering activities, and are now conducting a surprise inspection. Everyone, cooperate with our operation."

The security guard looked flustered, clearly not expecting this operation. He stammered, trying to stop them, but Lynn had already led his men to push open the door.

Inside the bar, the lights were dim, the music was deafening, and guests in gorgeous attire were enjoying the extravagant nightlife. As soon as Lynn entered, he raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone listen up! This place is now sealed off. Please immediately cease all activities and cooperate with our investigation!"

The scene was chaotic, with guests startled by the sudden raid, looking around in panic. Some tried to slip away, but were stopped by agents who were already guarding the exits.

Lynn's eyes swept across every corner of the bar, quickly directing the agents to begin the operation: "Search every room, especially the underground area! Bring back all items that can serve as evidence, including ledgers, computers, and surveillance records."

Mark led several agents directly into the office behind the bar, where there was a hidden safe. After they pried open the safe, they found several ledgers and some encrypted hard drives.

"Chief!" Mark quickly reported his findings to Lynn, "The ledgers and hard drives are all here, they are likely the evidence we need."

Lynn nodded, then looked at another agent: "Take these items back to headquarters and immediately hand them over to the technical team for analysis."

At the same time, the bar manager was brought before Lynn. His face was pale, and his tone was flustered: "Chief, this is just a normal bar! We are not involved in any illegal activities!"

Lynn looked at him coldly, his voice filled with pressure: "A normal bar? Ledgers, abnormal funds, encrypted hard drives, are these the daily operations of a normal bar? I suggest you start cooperating with our investigation now, otherwise you will be an accomplice of Coleman."

The manager was sweating profusely, nodding repeatedly: "I... I'm just in charge of management! I don't know anything!"

Lynn didn't waste any more time and signaled the agents to take him away. The entire operation was carried out quickly and orderly. In less than an hour, all personnel inside the bar were cleared out, the items involved were sealed, and the scene was completely under control.

Lynn walked out of the bar, stood in the night, watching the luxurious neon lights being turned off one by one. There was not a trace of relaxation on his face, he knew that this was just the first step. But this strike was enough to make Coleman uneasy.

Back at the office, Lynn looked at the piles of ledgers and hard drives on the table and said coldly, "Analyze these things with all your might. We need to find deeper clues to cut off every escape route for Coleman."

Coleman sat in his luxurious study, his face terribly gloomy. The whiskey glass beside him was already empty, and he slammed it hard on the table, the glass making a piercing sound. He could already feel the pressure closing in – Lynn's raid had caused him heavy losses, and his men were beginning to waver, with some even submitting confessions to the FBI.

"I can't wait any longer." Coleman cursed in a low voice, grabbed his phone and dialed an encrypted number.

A few minutes later, a tall mutant with cold eyes stood before Coleman. He wore a dark trench coat, his back silent and dangerous. Coleman lit a cigar and said in a low voice, "I need you to help me deal with a problem. The target is Lynn Stacy."

The mutant tilted his head slightly, his voice icy: "My price is very high, especially for taking action against an FBI agent."

"Money is not a problem." Coleman said with a sneer, "As long as you can completely eliminate him, his name and photo have already been sent to you. Remember, I need it clean and without a trace."

The mutant nodded and turned to leave.

A few days later, Lynn was leaving the police station. He had just finished a long meeting, the night outside was deep, and the streets were sparsely populated. Lynn walked to his car, and as soon as he opened the door, he felt a dangerous aura approaching. He quickly dodged back, and a blade-like gust of air brushed past his ear, directly shattering the car window.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the shadows, his eyes cold, and a faint blue energy wave flickering in the palms of his hands. Lynn immediately realized that this man was a mutant, and a deadly assassin.

"Lynn Stacy," the man's deep voice rang out, "Someone paid a lot of money for your life. Sorry, this is just business."

Lynn did not answer, but quickly drew his gun from his waist, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He knew that the opponent was no ordinary opponent and must be dealt with cautiously.

The assassin moved, his speed was astonishing, the energy in his hands surged, and he directly swung at Lynn. Lynn rolled to dodge, aiming his gun at the opponent, but found that the assassin's reaction was extremely fast, and the bullets were directly deflected by the energy wave.

"You have some skill." Lynn said in a low voice, while quickly pulling out his communicator and pressing the emergency call, "This is Lynn, I'm under attack, I suspect it's a mutant. I need backup, immediately!"

The assassin sneered: "Calling for backup? Before they arrive, you'll already be a dead man."

He charged forward again, Lynn was forced to retreat continuously, but his eyes remained calm. He noticed that although the assassin's attacks were fierce, they required a short period of charge-up. He calmly analyzed the opponent's weaknesses, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

During one dodge, Lynn kicked a piece of metal debris on the ground towards the opponent's face. The assassin subconsciously tilted his head to dodge, and in that instant, Lynn decisively struck, grabbing the car door and slamming it against the assassin's waist, causing his body to lose balance.

The assassin roared angrily, and the energy wave surged instantly, Lynn was knocked back several steps by the shock wave. But at this moment, the sound of police sirens came from afar, and the assassin's expression immediately became even more gloomy.

"Looks like the time is up." The assassin said in a low voice, trying to turn and retreat.

Lynn quickly got up, and said with a sneer, "You think I'll let you go?"

He pulled out a special taser grenade and threw it at the opponent with all his might. The grenade exploded in the air, releasing a powerful electromagnetic wave, the assassin's energy was instantly disturbed, and he knelt on the ground in pain.

Lynn took the opportunity to rush forward, using special handcuffs to restrain the assassin's wrists, completely limiting his abilities. The supporting agents also arrived at this time and quickly subdued the assassin.

Lynn gasped for breath, wiped the blood from his face, and looked down at the assassin, saying coldly, "Tell me, who hired you?"

The assassin gritted his teeth and remained silent, but a hint of wavering appeared in his eyes.

Lynn grabbed his collar, his tone icy: "It doesn't matter if you don't talk, I already know it's Coleman. I'll let him know that every step he takes is just digging his own grave."

The assassin's face finally changed, and he whispered, "You win... it was indeed him. He paid a high price to make you disappear forever."

Lynn released his hand, signaling the agent to escort the assassin away. Watching the dangerous aura gradually dissipate in the night sky, his gaze became even more determined.

"Coleman, your trump cards are used up," Lynn said softly, "Now it's your turn to pay the price."

The next day.

Lynn stood in the hallway outside the courtroom, his eyes coldly watching the distance. Coleman was charged with hiring a murderer, a crime that could temporarily deprive him of his freedom, but Lynn knew this was just the first step. The legal team behind him would never easily let Coleman stay in prison for too long.

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Lynn sat in the audience, his hands crossed, his eyes fixed on the judge's expression. He knew that this struggle was not just a legal contest, but also a game of resources and power.

The prosecutor stood up to refute: "Your Honor, we have clear evidence that the defendant, Alan Coleman, directed a mutant to assassinate FBI Agent Lynn Stacy. This is not only a challenge to the law but also a serious threat to social security. We strongly urge that bail be denied to ensure that the defendant cannot continue to threaten the safety of others."

Phillip sneered and retorted sharply: "The so-called 'clear evidence' is nothing more than the one-sided testimony of a professional assassin, and there is no physical evidence of any written or monetary transactions to support it. The prosecution's charges are clearly insufficient to stand up."

Lynn couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and walked to the prosecutor, whispering, "Request an extension of the detention period and apply for an emergency review of Coleman's assets and communication records. We need time to dig up more evidence."

The prosecutor nodded and quickly made a request to the judge: "In order to further investigate and confirm the substance of the case, we request that the court approve an extension of the detention period and allow an emergency review of the defendant's assets and communication records."

The judge banged the gavel, temporarily denying Coleman's bail application and approving the prosecution's request for investigation.

After the court session, Coleman was taken back to the detention room, and his legal team gathered together to plot their next move. Lynn watched all of this, knowing in his heart that this battle was far from over.

Back at the FBI branch, Lynn immediately gathered the team to deploy the next course of action. He pointed to the investigation list on the screen and said, "Now, Coleman is temporarily detained, but his legal team will not give up easily. We must find conclusive evidence in the shortest possible time to completely lock down his crimes."

Mark asked, "Where do we start? His assets, communication records, or his subordinates?"

Lynn said firmly, "Take a three-pronged approach. His assets and communication records may expose more transactions and instructions, and the confessions of his subordinates, especially those who have just surrendered, are also very important. The greater the pressure, the more likely they are to tell us more."

The team began to act quickly, and Lynn personally participated in the interrogation of Coleman's subordinates. He stepped into the interrogation room, his eyes coldly sweeping over the man in front of the table: "You have two choices: continue to remain silent, or tell us the whole truth and get a chance for leniency."

The subordinate was obviously shaken, and he whispered, "Okay... I can talk. But you must guarantee that I won't be retaliated against by Coleman's people."

Lynn nodded: "You assist us, and we guarantee your safety. Now, start talking."

At the same time, the technical team was also conducting an in-depth analysis of Coleman's communication records. A deeply hidden encrypted message was finally decoded, revealing that Coleman did indeed have direct contact with the mutant assassin, and also mentioned some hidden accounts and transaction records.

When this information was placed in front of Lynn, he took a deep breath and said coldly, "These are the chains he cannot escape."

Lynn barely rested, constantly going through the mountains of documents in the office. He knew that this time while Coleman was still in custody was the most crucial moment. Once he was released on bail, the hidden evidence might be destroyed, and those willing to testify might be threatened.

Mark walked in with two cups of coffee, placing one on Lynn's desk: "Agent, you haven't slept for two days. Although we all know time is tight, you have to stay awake."

Lynn took the coffee, took a sip, and said, "I don't have time to think about that. Coleman's criminal network is hidden too deeply. If we can't find substantial evidence during this time, his legal team will definitely try every means to get him out."

Mark nodded and handed Lynn a report: "This is what the technical team just put together. They discovered the flow of funds from several key accounts, and the flow of funds in these accounts is directly linked to several well-known companies."

Lynn took the report and carefully read it. His eyes quickly lingered on a set of numbers, and his brow furrowed slightly: "The flow of these funds is not right. They have passed through multiple offshore accounts and appear to be legitimate investments, but the final destination of the funds is a fake shell company."

Mark interjected, "What's even more interesting is that this company has a purchase contract under its name that is directly linked to one of Coleman's subsidiaries. On the surface, this looks like an ordinary business transaction, but in reality, it is a money-laundering operation."

Lynn sneered, "Coleman is really an old fox, using so many layers to cover up the source of his funds. But he forgot one thing: no matter how the funds flow, they will eventually leave traces."

(End of this chapter)