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Lynn did not respond, but straightened up, his gaze like a cold statue, watching Harrison walk out of the office. He knew that this struggle was not only a contest between law and crime, but also a collision between justice and compromise.

As the door closed, Mark walked in, looked at Lynn's expression, and asked in a low voice, "What idea does the director have this time?"

Lynn smiled coldly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "He wants me to drop Coleman's case."

Mark raised his eyebrows: "How did you respond?"

"It's simple." Lynn looked at the documents on the table, a flash of determination in his eyes, "I told him that justice is not a bargaining chip. Now, he knows he shouldn't come to me again."

Mark sat opposite Lynn, his eyes firm, his tone revealing the enthusiasm unique to young people: "Detective, I have learned a lot from you. Facing people like Coleman, facing pressure from superiors, you have never retreated. I also want to be like you, never afraid of power and always uphold justice."

Lynn raised his head, looked at Mark, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but then his tone became serious: "Mark, there is nothing wrong with upholding justice, but there is one thing you must remember. Facing power, it's not just about courage and determination. You need strength, enough strength to make those who try to oppress you helpless."

Mark nodded thoughtfully: "But, what if the strength is not enough? Should we compromise?"

Lynn smiled slightly, a complex emotion in his tone: "Sometimes, compromise is not cowardice, but a strategy. If the choice you face is between justice and self-destruction, then moderate compromise can buy more time and opportunities, allowing you to continue fighting."

Mark asked in a low voice: "Then, Detective, have you ever had such a time? Choosing to protect yourself instead of confronting directly?"

Lynn was silent for a moment, his eyes becoming deep: "Of course. When I first started, I encountered people more troublesome than Coleman. At that time, I wasn't strong enough, and I didn't have the resources I have now. If I had chosen to fight head-on, I might have been kicked out long ago, or even worse. So, I learned patience, learned to accumulate strength, and then counterattack at the right time."

Mark nodded thoughtfully: "I see… So, facing power, the real wisdom is knowing when to persevere and when to take a step back?"

"That's right." Lynn nodded, his tone adding a touch of seriousness, "Justice is not a sprint, but a marathon. You need enough endurance and wisdom to reach the end. Remember, protecting yourself is not cowardice, but to protect justice for longer."

Mark's eyes gradually became firm: "Thank you, Detective. I understand. On the road to pursuing justice, I will try my best to improve myself, constantly become stronger, and also learn to find strategies when necessary."

Lynn showed a gratified smile: "Good, Mark. If you can understand these things, then in the future, you will definitely do better than me."

The two looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere in the office became a little more relaxed. Mark picked up his coffee cup, raised it, and said in a light tone: "Then I toast Detective, to our future."

Lynn also picked up his coffee and tapped it lightly: "To justice, and to our perseverance."

The next day, the courtroom was packed. Lynn and Mark sat on the plaintiff's bench, their eyes firmly fixed on the front. Coleman was brought into the courtroom, and his face no longer had the arrogance of the past, replaced by a tense expression and obvious fatigue. His legal team looked calm, but there was a hint of helplessness hidden in their eyes, apparently already aware that the situation was dire.

The judge cleared his throat and announced the start of the trial: "After deliberation by the jury, this court now announces the final verdict on the defendant Alan Coleman."

The entire courtroom was silent, everyone holding their breath.

"The defendant Alan Coleman is accused of multiple charges, including money laundering, illegal transactions, and hiring a hitman. Based on the conclusive evidence submitted by the prosecution, this court finds the defendant guilty on all counts, sentencing him to twenty years in prison and imposing a huge fine."

Coleman's face turned pale instantly, and the lawyers behind him tried to stand up and protest, but the judge's gavel interrupted them: "The trial is over!"

A low murmur erupted in the courtroom, Lynn and Mark exchanged glances, a hint of gratified smiles on their faces. This long battle had finally reached a moment of victory.

As they walked out of the courtroom, Kate was already waiting at the door. She waved her interview recorder excitedly: "Lynn, Mark! I just heard the verdict! This is a great victory!"

Lynn smiled slightly, his tone with a hint of relief: "This is not my victory, it is the victory of justice. Coleman's crimes have finally been brought to justice, which means that more people have received the fairness they deserve."

Mark interjected: "But Detective, you have to admit that this victory would not have been possible without you."

Kate nodded in agreement: "That's right, Lynn, you are the focus of the entire courtroom today. I saw those jurors nodding almost the entire time during your statement."

Lynn smiled, not responding, but his eyes revealed a hint of pride and relief.

That night, at Kate's suggestion, the three gathered at a quiet little restaurant to hold a small celebration party for this victory.

Kate raised her glass and spoke first: "Today, this glass is for Lynn. Without you, this case would never have had today's outcome."

Lynn raised his glass in response, smiling indifferently: "Also to you, Mark, Kate. Along the way, without your support, I couldn't have persevered to this point alone."

Mark raised his glass, his tone with a hint of playfulness: "Okay, then I have to toast myself too. After all, I was the one who withstood the pressure with the Detective the whole time."

The three laughed, and the wine in their glasses was drunk in one gulp.

Kate put down her glass, a hint of emotion in her eyes: "Lynn, do you really know how special you are? When facing so much pressure, you still uphold justice, even my articles can't fully describe your perseverance."

Lynn shook his head, his eyes gentle: "Kate, justice does not belong to me, but to everyone who upholds it. Today's victory is the victory of the team, the result of everyone's efforts."

Mark patted Lynn on the shoulder: "You're being modest, Detective. In any case, you are our role model."

As the night deepened, the three ended the celebration in laughter. Walking out of the restaurant, the night breeze was gentle, and the city lights lit up the distant sky. Lynn stood on the street, looking at the bright streets, his eyes deep.

Kate stood aside, looking at Lynn, and said softly: "Lynn, this victory is just the beginning, right?"

Lynn nodded, his eyes firm: "Yes, Kate. This is not the end, but the starting point for continuing to uphold justice."

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and Lynn and Mark were walking on the busy streets of Manhattan, conducting routine patrols. The noise of the streets was mixed with the chatter of pedestrians, Lynn observed the surrounding environment as he walked, while Mark casually chatted with some vendors.

In front of a snack stall, Mark stopped to buy a cup of coffee and casually asked the stall owner: "How's it going lately? Is the neighborhood peaceful?"

The stall owner handed over the coffee and said in a low voice: "Oh, officer, it hasn't been peaceful lately. Have you heard? A big thief calling himself 'Spider-Man' has appeared, specializing in stealing from wealthy people. This person moves as fast as lightning, no one can catch him."

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked back at Lynn: "Detective, did you hear that? 'Spider-Man', that sounds a bit ridiculous."

Lynn stopped, his eyes slightly condensed: "Keep talking. What's so special about this 'Spider-Man'?"

The stall owner lowered his voice, looked around, and whispered: "It is said that this person is very skilled and can jump back and forth between high-rise buildings, and also uses some sticky stuff to trap people. Some say he is a mutant, and some say he uses some high-tech equipment. Anyway, he has recently pulled off several big heists, all from those rich people, sounds like a vigilante."

Mark frowned: "Vigilante? These kinds of people are usually just criminals in disguise."

Lynn nodded in agreement, but his tone was calm: "No matter what his motive is, breaking the law is breaking the law. We need to find out the real identity of this 'Spider-Man'."

The two continued to patrol along the street, Lynn paying attention to people's conversations and the clues on the street along the way. He knew that the city of Manhattan was never short of strange stories, but there might be bigger secrets hidden behind any rumors.

Soon after, as they passed a jewelry store, the owner was standing at the door, complaining to customers: "This 'Spider-Man' is really hateful! He stole a rare ruby worth millions from our store last night! The police haven't found any clues yet."

Lynn stopped and walked over to ask: "Can you tell me more details? For example, how did he enter the store and how did he leave?"

The store owner recognized Lynn as an FBI agent and immediately showed a hint of hope: "Detective, last night's surveillance showed that he fell from the ceiling, just like a spider. Then, he used some strange mucus to break the safe and stole the ruby. When he left, he just climbed up the wall and ran away!"

Mark frowned and looked at Lynn: "Sounds like a high-tech crime."

Lynn nodded: "It could also be some kind of mutant ability. Either way, this isn't your average thief."

He took out his notebook and wrote down the details provided by the shop owner, while also inquiring about the surveillance footage. The shop owner immediately handed over the footage to Lynn. In the video, a figure dressed in black and red moved effortlessly across the ceiling, his movements as fluid as a natural climber. He quickly breached the safe and disappeared into the night with the ruby.

Mark sighed: "This guy is really fast, and climbing down from the ceiling... a normal person can't do that."

Lynn turned off the video and pondered for a moment: "First, send this video back to the station and have the tech team analyze it. At the same time, see if there are any similar cases that can be linked together."

"Detective," Mark said jokingly, "Do you think this 'Spider-Man' might be some kind of vigilante bursting with a sense of justice?"

Lynn gave him a cold look, his tone undeniable: "Regardless of the motive, he stole someone else's legitimate property, and that's a crime. What we need to do is bring him to justice."

The two continued their patrol, but Lynn's mind kept replaying the scene from the surveillance footage.

After returning to the office, Lynn repeatedly played the video, carefully observing every detail. The 'Spider-Man' on the screen moved with extraordinary agility, freely climbing between the ceiling and the walls. His black and red suit clung tightly to his body, but the design was simple, without any iconic symbols.

"Mark," Lynn said, pointing to the screen, "Did you see that? This so-called 'Spider-Man' is clearly not the same as the Spider-Man we know."

Mark leaned closer to the screen, frowning: "Indeed. His equipment looks rough, and his behavior is colder, not like a hero at all. The adhesive he used doesn't seem like ordinary technology, more like a mutant ability."

"Exactly," Lynn nodded. "If he really is a mutant, then his goals and motives may be more complex than we imagined. We can't wait for him to commit another crime; we must take the initiative."

That night, Lynn and Mark drove to the area where 'Spider-Man' was likely to be active. They chose several blocks with tall buildings, which were both high-crime areas and places where 'Spider-Man' could easily hide.

The two sat in an inconspicuous car. Lynn's eyes were fixed on the movements on the street, and reports from other patrol officers came through the communication channel in his earpiece.

"Detective," Mark couldn't help but yawn, "If this guy is smart, he'll probably stay put tonight. He's successfully committed crimes multiple times, so he clearly knows how to hide himself."

Lynn didn't take his eyes off the street, his tone low: "Maybe he will, but we can't take any chances. The more cunning the opponent, the more time we need to wait."

The night passed, and the city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided. As dawn broke, Lynn finally put away his binoculars and rubbed his tired brow: "It seems we're destined to return empty-handed tonight."

Mark sighed: "Detective, maybe he really is hiding. Why don't we go back to the station and analyze his crime patterns to see if there are any overlooked clues?"

Lynn nodded in agreement, and the two drove back to the police station. On the way, Lynn's mind still replayed the surveillance footage. He knew that this 'Spider-Man' was not just an ordinary thief; his abilities, motives, and the possibility of being a mutant made this case even more complex.

(End of Chapter)