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"Mark," Lynn's voice broke the silence inside the car. "We may need more resources to deal with this guy. His next move will definitely be bolder."

Mark smiled: "Detective, I only hope that next time he shows up, I won't have to pull another all-nighter."

Lynn didn't answer, but a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

The sky was already slightly bright, and the atmosphere in the car seemed a bit dull. Mark yawned, rubbed his face with his hand, trying to dispel the fatigue: "Detective, to be honest, this kind of stakeout is really a headache. We're just sitting here, not seeing a single thing all night, it feels pointless."

Lynn leaned back in his seat, his gaze still calmly watching the outside of the window. He didn't respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "Mark, investigating a case is never like the exciting scenes in TV dramas. Most of the time, it's just like this, boring, tedious, and even seemingly without results."

Mark was stunned for a moment, his tone with a bit of incomprehension: "But Detective, we always have to do something practical, right? Staring at the empty street like this really makes me feel... a bit of a waste of time."

Lynn turned to look at him, a complex emotion in his eyes: "Mark, if I had a choice, I'd rather you only ever experience these 'boring' moments, rather than confronting armed thugs, or even mutants like 'Spider-Man'."

Mark looked at Lynn in astonishment, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Lynn sighed softly, his gaze turning back to the window: "You're still young, Mark, and I understand your enthusiasm. But remember, no matter how much we want to pursue justice, it should never be built on unnecessary risks. Every minute of boring stakeout actually means we're reducing the risk of direct conflict. Believe me, it's worth it."

Mark lowered his head, lost in thought. He recalled the excitement he felt when he first joined the force, always thinking that catching criminals should be an exciting chase, not this long wait. But at this moment, he finally understood Lynn's intentions and realized his own shallowness.

"Detective," Mark raised his head, a bit more respect in his eyes, "I understand now. Maybe this kind of waiting is indeed boring, but it has its meaning behind it. Thank you for reminding me, I will remember your words."

Lynn showed a faint smile, reached out and patted Mark's shoulder: "Just remember it. Justice is not an impulsive adventure, but a long-term commitment."

The next night, Lynn and Mark were sitting in the car again, the neon lights on the street reflecting on the car window. Mark was munching on a cold hamburger, casually observing the surroundings: "Detective, tonight is another long night. But, I won't complain this time, anyway, you've already said it, this is the daily routine of investigating cases."

Lynn looked out the window, his gaze sharp and focused: "Don't be careless, Mark. 'Spider-Man' has committed crimes multiple times, he may not think we'll find him so quickly. Be patient, at this time, patience is our weapon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fast-moving figure flashed across the high-rise building across the street. Lynn was instantly alert and sat up straight: "Mark, look over there!"

Mark was stunned, and looked in the direction Lynn was pointing. He saw a figure in black and red clothing quickly climbing up the high-rise building, almost blending into the night.

"It's him!" Mark whispered, excitedly grabbing the flashlight and equipment, "Let's chase him!"

Lynn and Mark quickly got out of the car and ran towards the building. While running, Lynn issued instructions to the communicator: "Target sighted, 'Spider-Man' has appeared, location is in the high-rise buildings in eastern Manhattan, all nearby police officers provide immediate support!"

The two quickly climbed up the outer wall stairs of the building. When they reached the rooftop, the black and red figure was nimbly clinging to the edge of the rooftop, ready to jump to another building at any time.

"Stop! FBI!" Lynn shouted loudly, taking out his flashlight and shining it on the other party.

"Spider-Man" glanced back, without any intention of stopping, but instead leaped lightly, grabbed a dangling cable, and swung towards the opposite building like a spider.

"He's flying!" Mark stared blankly, "This guy is not human at all!"

"Stop talking nonsense, chase him!" Lynn didn't hesitate, quickly flipped over the railing of the rooftop, and continued to chase forward along the pipes on the side of the building.

The two chased desperately, but "Spider-Man"'s movements were astonishingly fast. He shuttled back and forth between the buildings, and from time to time he would use that viscous spider web to block some of the chasing paths. Lynn and Mark tried to get around the obstacles, but soon found that the distance was getting farther and farther.

In the end, "Spider-Man" disappeared into the shadows of a more distant building with an amazing long jump. Lynn stood on the edge of the rooftop, panting heavily, looking in the direction he disappeared, his brow furrowed.

Mark caught up from behind, bending over and gasping for breath: "Detective... this guy... is too incredible... we can't catch up with him at all!"

Lynn took a deep breath, calmed his breathing, and turned to look at Mark: "His abilities are indeed outstanding, but this also shows that he is not just an ordinary criminal. He may be a mutant, or he may have mastered high-tech equipment."

"Then what do we do next?" Mark wiped the sweat from his forehead, "If we keep chasing him like this, it's like a cat chasing a mouse."

Lynn pondered for a moment and said calmly: "We can't just rely on physical strength to chase him. His range of activity is in these high-rise buildings, which means he is very familiar with the terrain. Next, we have to change our strategy, analyze his crime patterns and movement paths, and find his fixed hideout."

Back at the police station, Lynn and Mark sat in the office, with recent crime reports and theft lists of "Spider-Man" in front of them. Lynn flipped through the information, his brow furrowed: "Mark, we have to think from a different perspective. This guy's modus operandi is abnormal, he is obviously not for ordinary wealth. We have to figure out what he is looking for."

Mark nodded: "Indeed, the things he steals are miscellaneous, but they don't seem to have any obvious connection. Jewelry, expensive watches, some high-end electronic products... what is the common point of these things?"

Lynn pondered for a moment, then circled some items on a list: "No, Mark. His targets are not unrelated. Look at these, jewelry is just early cover. The focus of his recent actions has been electronic products—chips, advanced computer hardware, and even high-tech equipment from certain laboratories."

Mark was stunned for a moment: "So, he is actually collecting some kind of electronic technology?"

"Very likely." Lynn nodded, "He is not an ordinary thief, let alone a simple mutant. Perhaps, he has a bigger motive behind him, and may even be working for a certain force."

The two immediately launched an investigation, starting with the stolen electronic products, and visited the heads of several stolen shops and laboratories.

In a stolen high-tech laboratory, Lynn spoke with the supervisor: "What was stolen from this laboratory? Is there any particularly important or exclusive technology?"

The supervisor frowned and recalled: "We had a batch of high-performance chips and control modules used for experiments stolen. These things are all custom-made, and the application range is very narrow, ordinary people would not use them at all."

"Then what can they do?" Lynn continued to ask.

"Mainly used for the development of automated systems, such as drone control, remote monitoring systems and other high-end equipment," the supervisor replied.

After leaving the laboratory, Mark was thoughtful: "Detective, what does he want these high-performance chips for? Could it be to make some device?"

"Very likely." Lynn nodded, "And he knows what he wants, this is not accidental theft. Next, we have to find out the market demand for these devices and see if anyone is closely related to these technologies."

The two then visited several stolen electronic stores and found similar patterns: the stolen items were not ordinary consumer electronics, but high-end technology equipment, such as industrial circuit boards, experimental-grade sensors, and some experimental augmented reality glasses.

Mark sorted out his notes, somewhat puzzled: "Detective, if these things are assembled, what kind of device would it be?"

Lynn narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "It may be some kind of highly customized technological device, or even a weapon. We must now assume that he is not just a thief, but someone performing a special task."

"Then what do we do next?" Mark asked.

"Contact the manufacturers of these devices and investigate their uses. At the same time, we must track the flow of these devices and see if there is similar demand in the market." Lynn said coldly, "As long as we can find the final possible use of these devices, we will be one step closer to catching 'Spider-Man'."

After several days of intense investigation, Lynn and Mark finally collected enough information. In a dimly lit conference room, the two stood in front of a whiteboard, and Lynn used a marker to circle the uses of some key equipment.

"Mark, let's sort it out." Lynn pointed to several devices on the whiteboard, "These high-performance chips, circuit boards, sensors, and fuel mixing devices, can you see their commonality?"

Mark scratched his head and said after a moment's thought, "These things are all high-end technological equipment, many of which are laboratory-grade, and ordinary people can't use them at all. Their common point is... they require precise assembly?"

"That's right."

Lynn nodded and drew an arrow on the whiteboard, "Moreover, the clues we just got from the manufacturer show that these devices can be used for a very specific goal—manufacturing small rockets."

Mark's eyes widened: "Small rockets? Inspector, are you saying 'Spider-Man' might be building rockets? Is he going to space or what?"

Lynn didn't answer, but continued to analyze: "The combination of these devices can support a medium-sized rocket launch system. It's not necessarily for space flight; it's more likely to be a highly mobile, high-tech device. For example, for long-range reconnaissance, or... some form of weapon."

Mark pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, "So, he may not be acting alone. He has a team behind him, or even an organization. Their goal is likely to build a rocket powerful enough to carry out some kind of unconventional activity."

Lynn nodded: "That's also my guess. If 'Spider-Man' is really working for a certain force, then what we are facing now is not just a high-tech thief, but a potential threat."

Mark frowned: "But the question is, why do they need a 'Spider-Man'? To steal equipment in his way, instead of directly purchasing it or going through other channels?"

"Because the acquisition of these devices is illegal."

Lynn explained calmly, "Many devices are prohibited from export or require special permits. And 'Spider-Man's' abilities allow them to bypass these restrictions and complete tasks silently."

Mark took a deep breath: "Inspector, this matter is more complicated than we thought. We have to lock on to his next target as soon as possible and not let this continue to develop."

"That's right."

Lynn straightened up, his eyes firm, "Next, we need to find out the final storage location of these devices and the possible range of activities of 'Spider-Man'. As long as we find their gathering point, we can completely dismantle this plan."

Lynn and Mark investigated everywhere for several days, but they still couldn't find any conclusive clues. They tracked the flow of multiple stolen devices and tried to contact experts to understand the potential uses of small rockets, but various speculations seemed too complicated, and there always seemed to be a key clue missing.

"Inspector,"

Mark leaned back in his office chair, rubbed his temples, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Are we thinking too complicatedly? These devices can indeed build rockets, but we can't figure out why 'Spider-Man' wants to use them. Does he want to launch something, or does he have other purposes?"

Lynn frowned, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Maybe we did overlook some key point. Mark, sort out the list of all the equipment, and let's go through it again."

"Understood."

Mark nodded, but he could also feel that the two seemed to be in a stalemate.

That night, Lynn returned home tiredly. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his sister Gwen flipping through a brochure on the sofa, with an excited expression on her face.

"Brother, you're back!"

Gwen looked up at Lynn and said in a light tone, "You know what? There's a college student aerospace exhibition in the city center recently, and the exhibition is so cool! There are various spacecraft models and some small rocket launchers designed by the students themselves."

Lynn took off his coat and casually asked, "College student aerospace exhibition? Small rocket launchers?"

"Yeah!"

Gwen nodded and handed the brochure to Lynn, "They are small rockets made by college student teams themselves. Although they are not as good as real aerospace equipment, I heard that the technology is very powerful. Some teams have even launched their own probes into simulated orbits."

(End of this chapter)