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The mutant's eyes were filled with struggle, and the surrounding aura began to weaken. But just then, a police car arrived, and the officers jumped out, quickly drawing their guns and aiming at him.

"Don't move! Drop your hands, or we'll shoot!"

The mutant turned around furiously, his aura erupting violently, knocking the officers to the ground. Lynn seized the opportunity to rush forward, handcuffing his wrists with special restraints, quickly suppressing his abilities.

Back at the restaurant, Kate was standing at the door waiting for him, her face full of worry: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Lynn patted his clothes, smiling slightly, "But it looks like we won't be having our dessert."

Kate breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a hint of teasing, "It's okay, at least I got to see another side of the FBI detective. You really are saving the world anytime, anywhere."

Lynn shrugged: "It's my duty. Now, how about we find a quiet place to have a cup of coffee to make up for it?"

Kate chuckled softly: "Okay, but this time you have to promise there won't be any more surprises."

The lights in the coffee shop were soft, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee. Lynn and Kate sat by the window, the hustle and bustle of the street outside seemed to have faded away, replaced by a tranquil atmosphere.

As the two were chatting about the day's events, a little girl with pigtails walked up to their table, holding a basket of flowers in her hands, looking up with a small face and saying, "Sir, Madam, would you like to buy flowers? These flowers are very fresh."

Kate looked up, saw the little girl's smiling face, and couldn't help but smile: "Your flowers are indeed very beautiful, but we were just…"

Lynn interrupted her, reached into his pocket, took out a few bills, and handed them to the little girl: "I'll take a bouquet."

The little girl happily took the money, picked out a bouquet of vibrant red roses from the basket, and handed them to Lynn: "Thank you, sir, I hope you have a wonderful night!"

Lynn took the flowers, turned around, and handed the bouquet of red roses to Kate, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "For you, Kate. Thank you for being willing to let me be a part of your world."

Kate was slightly stunned, a flash of surprise and emotion in her eyes. She took the roses, gently smelled the fragrance, then looked up at Lynn, a gentle smile on her lips: "Lynn, I think I should be thanking you. Having you by my side tonight makes everything not so bad."

Lynn lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, smiling casually: "Then I'll take it as mutual gratitude."

Kate held the roses, leaned back in her chair, her gaze falling on Lynn, her tone light but with a hint of seriousness: "Detective, you know what? Sometimes you really don't seem like a cold-blooded FBI agent, you're actually very warm."

Lynn shrugged, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Can I take that as a compliment?"

"Of course," Kate chuckled softly, "And a very high compliment."

They both laughed, the atmosphere becoming more relaxed.

As the night deepened, Lynn drove Kate back to her hotel. Kate carried the bag containing the red roses, a hint of tiredness on her face, but more of a warm satisfaction.

"Thank you, Lynn, tonight was an unexpected and fulfilling night," Kate said, standing at the hotel entrance, turning to smile at Lynn.

Lynn nodded, watching her enter the lobby, then followed her to the front desk. He simply checked in, booking a room next to Kate's.

"You really are cautious," Kate teased, "Are you afraid I'll run into some kind of accident?"

"This isn't called caution," Lynn smiled casually, "It's a professional habit."

The two returned to their respective rooms, Kate gently closed the door, inserted the red roses into the vase provided in the room, and a smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the bright red color.

A few hours passed, and the hotel gradually quieted down. However, at midnight, there was a sudden and urgent knock on Kate's door. A man's voice came from outside the door, slurred and with a heavy smell of alcohol: "Miss, open the door! Don't pretend you can't hear…"

Kate was awakened, put on her coat, walked to the door, and glanced through the peephole, finding a drunk standing outside the door. He leaned against the door frame, swaying, seemingly unaware that he had knocked on the wrong door.

Kate frowned, picked up her phone and was about to call the police, when she heard the sound of the next door opening. Lynn's voice was low but full of deterrence: "What are you doing?"

The drunk looked back at Lynn, his eyes blurred, muttering, "I… I'm looking for someone… Who are you?"

"No one here knows you, go back to your room," Lynn took a step forward, his tone as cold as ice.

The drunk was stunned by Lynn's aura, hesitated for a moment, but still reluctantly muttered: "Leave me alone… I didn't do anything…"

Lynn's eyes darkened, he reached out and grabbed the drunk's shoulder, forcefully pulling him away from Kate's door, his voice even lower: "I said, leave here. Either walk away yourself, or I'll send you to the front desk and let security handle it."

The drunk finally sobered up a bit, a hint of fear flashing across his face. He struggled and nodded, staggering towards the elevator.

Lynn watched the drunk leave before knocking on Kate's door. Kate opened the door, seeing Lynn standing at the door, with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Did I wake you up?"

Kate shook her head, forcing a smile: "It's okay, with you here, I always feel safe. Thank you."

Lynn nodded, his tone gentle: "Lock the door, call me if you need anything. There won't be any more problems tonight."

Kate nodded, watching Lynn turn around and return to his room, she closed the door, a sense of inexplicable security welling up in her heart.

The next morning, Lynn arrived at the New York FBI headquarters to report for duty. He was wearing a neat suit, walking steadily into the reception hall. After a receptionist briefly verified his identity, she smiled and said: "Detective, two of our senior detectives will be responsible for receiving you today, they will take you on a tour of the headquarters and introduce our workflow."

Lynn nodded, thanking her politely. A few minutes later, two detectives appeared in the hall, they walked over from the left and right, their eyes lightly sweeping over Lynn.

"Lynn Stacy, right?" One of the tall men spoke, his tone revealing a hint of coldness, "I'm John, this is Eric, we will be responsible for familiarizing you with the headquarters environment."

Lynn reached out his hand, smiling and saying: "Thank you both."

However, the two only nodded slightly, without shaking Lynn's hand, but directly turned around and walked inside: "Keep up, don't fall behind."

Lin En noticed that their attitude was somewhat indifferent, but he didn't show any displeasure.

He followed behind them, calmly observing everything around him.

John and Eric were obviously mutants.

They moved freely within the headquarters, their tone firm when directing their subordinates, carrying a natural sense of superiority.

However, throughout the entire tour, they gave Lin En almost no opportunity to participate.

Whether it was introducing the work or demonstrating on-site, they only allowed him to stand aside and watch.

"This is our dedicated equipment for handling mutant-related cases," Eric said casually, pointing to a row of precision instruments.

"Of course, you probably haven't seen ordinary equipment like what you have at the Manhattan branch."

John chimed in, "That's right, ordinary branches don't have the chance to come into contact with such technology.

Not just anyone can do the work here."

Lin En remained silent, standing aside and listening and observing attentively.

His gaze swept over the instruments from time to time, occasionally landing on the two detectives, but he never revealed any emotion.

During the tour, several technicians passed by with equipment.

Eric casually gave some instructions, but didn't explain anything to Lin En.

When they demonstrated a key operation, they simply showed it briefly, without inviting Lin En to participate at all.

John looked back at Lin En, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "How does it feel, Detective?

Isn't the environment at the New York headquarters much more impressive than your small branch?"

Lin En smiled slightly, his tone calm: "It is indeed very advanced and worth learning from.

However, I think even the most advanced equipment cannot do without professional operators.

I hope to have the opportunity to learn more about practical operations from you this time."

Eric raised an eyebrow, revealing a faint sneer: "Not just anyone can learn practical operations.

It requires a long period of experience accumulation.

Someone like you, a visitor coming to learn for a few days, is better off just watching."

Lin En was still not provoked, but nodded slightly: "Thank you for the reminder, I will try my best to seize this opportunity to learn."

Just as the tour was about to end, the headquarters' alarm suddenly sounded, and the atmosphere throughout the building instantly became tense.

John and Eric exchanged a glance and quickly connected to the communicator.

"What's the situation?" John asked in a deep voice.

An urgent report came from the communicator: "A hostage-taking incident has occurred at a bank in the city center.

The robbers are carrying heavy firepower and have already threatened the safety of the hostages.

We are mobilizing support forces."

Eric turned to look at Lin En, his tone indifferent: "It seems you have the opportunity to witness the operational capabilities of our New York headquarters today.

However, you may only be able to observe this kind of scene from the sidelines."

Lin En didn't respond, only nodding to indicate that he understood.

He followed the two men quickly into a car and rushed to the scene.

When they arrived outside the bank, the scene had already been cordoned off by the police, and the surrounding area was crowded with onlookers.

Lin En's eyes swept over the scene, and he quickly noticed a gunman behind a second-floor window of the bank, using a female hostage as a shield, shouting something emotionally.

After John and Eric quickly handed over with the commander on the scene, the snipers were also in position, but the situation was not optimistic.

The sniper reported through the headset: "The target is heavily shielded, and the view from the window is blocked.

I dare not shoot rashly."

Eric frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this stalemate: "In this situation, we must find a better angle.

But time is running out, and the lives of the hostages may be in danger at any time."

Lin En observed for a while and said in a deep voice, "Let me try."

John turned his head, a trace of disdain on his face: "You?

Detective, this is not a simple case like those in the Manhattan branch.

This requires millisecond-precise judgment."

Lin En didn't argue with him, but walked straight to the sniper and took the sniper rifle from him.

After adjusting the scope, he lay on the ground, calmly observing the situation inside the window.

Eric frowned: "Are you sure you can do it?

Even the best snipers at headquarters need to repeatedly confirm this kind of view."

Lin En didn't answer.

His eyes became sharp, and his finger gently rested on the trigger.

He held his breath, waiting for the best opportunity.

The robber kept moving inside the window, but after a while, he revealed half of his head the moment he raised his gun.

At that moment, Lin En pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The bullet accurately hit the target, and the robber fell down in response, the weapon in his hand also falling to the ground.

The hostage was quickly rescued by another team of SWAT officers.

The whole process was clean and swift, and the crowd on the scene cheered.

Lin En stood up, handed the gun back to the sniper, and then calmly looked at John and Eric: "It seems I can do some practical work too."

John opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment, while Eric looked at Lin En with a complicated expression, squeezing out a sentence after a few seconds: "Good marksmanship, Detective."

Lin En smiled indifferently, his tone still calm: "We are a team, and no matter which city we are in, there is only one responsibility: to protect innocent hostages.

Tools and technology are dead, action and judgment are the most important."

At this moment, John and Eric finally had a new understanding of Lin En's abilities.

They stood silently aside, while Lin En had already walked towards the female hostage who had just been rescued, confirming whether she was safe and sound.

Back at headquarters, Eric's mood was obviously a bit complicated.

He was unwilling to have his limelight stolen by Lin En in the critical moment just now, and always felt that this detective from the Manhattan branch was just lucky, or just had outstanding marksmanship, and might not be comparable to a professional mutant detective like himself in other aspects.

In the locker room, Eric changed into his combat training suit, walked up to Lin En, and said with a hint of provocation in his smile: "Detective, your performance just now was indeed good.

However, marksmanship is, after all, just a long-range skill.

The detectives at our FBI headquarters pay more attention to comprehensive abilities, especially close combat.

I wonder if you are interested in sparring?"

Lin En took off his coat, hung it aside, and smiled slightly: "Sparring?

Of course.

I'm also very curious to see how strong the close combat is at the New York headquarters."

Eric clapped his hands, signaling his colleagues around to come and watch.

He walked into the training ground, adopted a fighting stance, and said with obvious confidence: "Detective, I'm a mutant, you have to be careful.

I won't hold back."

Lin En walked calmly to the center of the arena, stood still, and assumed a defensive posture, his tone calm: "Come on then."

The onlookers around showed expectant expressions.

Most of them knew that Eric's ability was short-range instantaneous acceleration, coupled with extremely fast close-range attacks, making him almost invincible.

They felt that Lin En had almost no chance of winning, and could only last a few minutes at most.

"Start!" Eric roared in a low voice, instantly activating, turning into a blur and rushing towards Lin En.

His speed was so fast that it was dazzling, and ordinary people couldn't react at all.