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He stood up, holding the report in his hand: "Contact the financial analysis team and focus on investigating all transaction records of this shell company, especially the contract involving Coleman. If we can find a direct money trail, it will be overwhelming evidence."

A few hours later, the financial analysis team sent news. They found an abnormal transfer to Coleman's subsidiary through the shell company's account records. The amount of money was huge and was quickly split and transferred to multiple private accounts, and the holder of one of these accounts was Coleman's personal assistant.

After compiling this evidence, Lynn summoned the team again: "We can now confirm that Coleman's subsidiary laundered money through a shell company, and the money eventually flowed back into his private network. This is direct ironclad evidence that he participated in money laundering."

Mark said excitedly: "Detective, his legal team won't be able to argue anymore. These records are crystal clear and directly point to Coleman."

Lynn nodded, his eyes showing sternness: "Contact the prosecutor immediately, submit this evidence to the court, and apply to freeze all accounts and assets related to Coleman. We must prevent him from manipulating his network any further."

At the same time, Lynn personally led a team to raid the registered address of the shell company. Although the company was long deserted, they still found some contracts and documents in the office. Among these documents, there was even a directly signed agreement with Coleman's name clearly printed on it.

Back at the station, Lynn organized all the evidence into a complete chain and handed it to the prosecutor. After reading it, the prosecutor said with confidence: "Lynn, this evidence is enough to convict Coleman. No matter how strong his legal team is, he won't be able to escape this time."

Lynn nodded, his eyes showing a trace of exhaustion but firm determination: "This is just the beginning. There are still many undiscovered parts of Coleman's network, but as long as we tear open this gap, his entire empire will collapse."

A few hours later, Coleman received news in the detention room that his accounts had been frozen and his subsidiary's money laundering operations had been exposed. His face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed the newspaper in his hand to the ground, gritting his teeth and whispering: "Lynn, you won this time, but you haven't completely defeated me."

However, Coleman knew very well that he had reached a dead end. Lynn watched the case progress step by step and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the visiting room of the detention center, Coleman's face was terribly gloomy. He sat at the table, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes staring at the legal team opposite him like knives. The three lawyers opposite him, although impeccably dressed in suits, looked a little nervous at the moment, as if they felt Coleman's anger.

"What's going on?" Coleman said in a low voice, his tone suppressed with anger, "I spent so much money hiring you to get me stuck in this hellhole?"

Philip Black, Coleman's chief lawyer, bit the bullet and replied: "Mr. Coleman, we have done our best to deal with it. But the evidence in Lynn's hands is too direct, especially the record of the flow of funds, the chain is complete and difficult to refute."

Coleman slammed the table, the sound echoing in the small room: "Difficult to refute? Did I hire you to listen to this nonsense? I don't care what evidence Lynn has, your job is to find a way to invalidate it all!"

Philip explained in a low voice: "We have already raised doubts in court, such as whether the chain of funds has been operated by a third party, and the legality of obtaining evidence. But the judge is currently unlikely to fully accept our arguments."

Coleman said through gritted teeth: "Impossible? You are just useless people who make excuses! I don't want to hear this! I want a solution!"

A young lawyer sitting next to Philip tentatively said: "Mr. Coleman, in fact, we can consider another way, such as negotiating with the prosecutor to reduce the degree of the crime..."

"Shut up!" Coleman turned sharply to the young lawyer, his voice low and full of anger, "Negotiate? Reduce the crime? Do you think I am the kind of person who would bow my head? If I plead guilty, Lynn will win! And I will lose everything completely!"

Philip tried to appease Coleman: "Mr. Coleman, please calm down. Our current focus is on seeking bail. As long as you can leave here, we will have more opportunities to reverse the situation."

"Bail?" Coleman sneered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes like a viper, "Take a look for yourselves, is that possible? Lynn has frozen my accounts, destroyed my network, and now he can even get the judge to deny bail. How can I get out of here?"

Philip lowered his head, his face embarrassed: "We will do our best to submit a new application from a technical level, questioning the necessity of detention. But it will take some time."

Coleman's eyes turned cold, his tone low: "Time? Lynn is destroying my empire every minute, and you are telling me it takes time? You better remember that the money I pay you is not for you to waste. If I am still here at the next hearing, I guarantee that none of you will receive any major clients again."

Philip raised his head, barely showing a professional smile: "Understood, Mr. Coleman, we will do our best."

Coleman waved his hand, his tone full of impatience: "Get out, don't waste my time anymore. Give me a solution, no matter what method you use."

The three lawyers got up and left. When they walked out of the detention room, everyone's face was not very good. Philip sighed and said in a low voice to his companions: "We are working with a sore loser, and this time we may be dragged down with him."

And in the detention room, Coleman leaned back in his chair, his eyes flashing with dangerous light. He muttered to himself: "Lynn, you think you can win like this? I will always find a way to turn the tables, and one day, you will pay the price for your stupidity."

The next day.

Lynn sat in his office, slamming the report in his hand heavily on the table. His face was ashen, his fists clenched tightly, and the whole room was filled with a suppressed rage. The call from his superior just now had brought his anger to a boiling point.

"Lynn," Mark cautiously pushed the door open and walked in, "I heard that Coleman's lawyer found someone to take the blame. That so-called 'scapegoat' has already signed a confession agreement, taking all the responsibility for money laundering and illegal transactions."

Lynn took a deep breath, his voice as cold as ice: "A scapegoat? They have played a good move."

Mark handed over a document: "This person is called John Hall, and he was originally a small figure under Coleman. He admitted that he planned all the money laundering operations and also forged some evidence to prove that Coleman was completely unaware. The superiors have ordered us to release him as soon as possible."

Lynn stood up abruptly, his tone full of anger: "Release him? Mark, do you know what that means? It means that Coleman has once again escaped through the loopholes in the law, and the evidence we painstakingly found has been silently erased!"

Mark frowned and said: "I know you are very unwilling, but the attitude of the superiors is very clear. They don't want to make things big, and Coleman's legal team has obviously exerted enough pressure."

Lynn slammed the table hard, his tone filled with cold sarcasm: "Make things big? Isn't it just afraid of touching the chain of interests hidden behind the scenes? These people can arbitrarily manipulate the law as a game rule in order to protect themselves, and we law enforcers have become a joke!"

Mark looked at Lynn's anger and hesitated before saying: "Detective, this time it is indeed tricky, but we can't give up. Perhaps we can continue the investigation from another direction. As long as we catch more evidence of Coleman's crimes, he will sooner or later reveal flaws."

Lynn took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He knew Mark was right, but the humiliation at hand made him unable to calm down.

A few hours later, Lynn stood at the door of the detention room, watching Coleman about to be released. Coleman changed into a sharp suit, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, the posture of a winner made Lynn's fists almost tremble.

"Detective Lynn," Coleman approached him, his tone frivolous, "You tried your best, but unfortunately, you still couldn't catch me."

Lynn didn't say anything more, just watched Coleman being escorted out of the detention room by his lawyer. Turning around, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Mark," he walked back to the office, his tone firm, "Reorganize all the clues, dig in all directions from his enterprises, subordinates, and fund flows. I want him to know that the law may be late, but justice will never be absent."

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Lynn sat in his office, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He did not retreat because of Coleman's release, but decided to start with the scapegoat. He firmly believed that everyone did not choose to sacrifice themselves for no reason, and John Hall was no exception.

The screen showed John's personal file: thirty-eight years old, no wife or children, and a seventy-year-old mother in a nursing home. The file mentioned that John's mother suffered from severe kidney disease and needed regular dialysis treatment, and the medical expenses were high.

"There's a problem here," Lynn said in a low voice, then checked the records of the nursing home. He quickly discovered that a week ago, John's mother suddenly paid a huge medical bill, not only clearing the past arrears, but also pre-paying the subsequent treatment costs.

"Where did this money come from?" Lynn stared at the record, his eyes becoming sharper.

He dialed Mark's phone: "Mark, check John Hall's mother's accounts, especially the flow of funds within the past week. I need to know the source of the money."

A few hours later, Mark arrived at Lynn's office with the results. He handed a document to Lynn, his tone revealing a hint of anger: "Detective, John's mother's medical expenses were paid by an offshore account, and this account is directly linked to Coleman's subsidiary."

Lynn looked at the document, a sneer flashed in his eyes: "Sure enough. Coleman used this method to control John, making him willingly bear all the blame."

Mark nodded and added: "Moreover, judging from John's recent call records, he contacted his mother several times, obviously very worried about her situation. His motive is clear, to save his mother."

Lynn pondered for a moment, then said: "Contact the nursing home to confirm John's mother's condition and the specific payment of this fee. At the same time, we need to find a breakthrough in John's direct confession. If we can prove that he was forced to take the blame, Coleman's plan will completely collapse."

A few hours later, Lynn personally came to the nursing home and met with the head of the hospital. Through the conversation, Lynn confirmed that John's mother was indeed in critical condition, and that the money was indeed paid within a day after John was arrested.

"Detective," the head of the nursing home said in a low voice, "Mr. John has done a lot for his mother, he comes to visit almost every week. We were also surprised that he suddenly had the ability to pay all the fees, but he looked very relaxed, as if he had completed some wish."

Lynn nodded, and after leaving the nursing home, his mood became even heavier. After returning to the bureau, he convened an emergency meeting to summarize all the clues.

"John's behavior was not voluntary, he was used by Coleman to save his mother." Lynn looked at the team, his eyes firm, "We can't let this despicable behavior succeed. Next, we have to find John and make him realize that his sacrifice cannot really protect his mother, but instead allows Coleman to continue to escape the law."

Mark asked: "Detective, will John cooperate? He is obviously prepared to sacrifice himself."

Lynn's eyes turned cold: "We have to make him understand that Coleman is just using him as a tool. Once he loses his value, even his mother will be abandoned. If he really cares about his family, he must stand up and expose the truth."

Mark nodded, and then began to arrange related actions. And in Lynn's heart, a silent anger rose.

Lynn sat in the interrogation room, looking calmly at John Hall opposite him. John's face was tired, but his eyes revealed a stubborn determination. His wrists were handcuffed, but he sat up straight and showed no signs of retreat.

"John, I know you are doing this to save your mother." Lynn opened his mouth, his tone low but sincere, "Her condition is indeed very serious, and I understand your desire to protect her. But you must understand that Coleman is using you."

John raised his head, his eyes with a hint of indifference: "I don't know what you are talking about. I have confessed to all the crimes, and you have my confession. Now, I just want to end this matter as soon as possible."(End of this chapter)