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He posed as an ordinary buyer, slowly weaving through the crowd, searching for the undercover contact mentioned in his previous leads. After a few minutes, he spotted a thin man wearing a gray hat standing in a corner, seemingly waiting for someone. Lynn walked over and said in a low voice, using a prearranged code: "I heard there are deals here that can rewrite fate."

The man raised his head, warily sizing up Lynn before nodding slightly: "The things you want to know aren't for just anyone to buy. You need to prove you're not trouble."

Lynn remained calm, took out a stack of cash from his pocket, and handed it to him: "Does this prove it?"

The man chuckled, quickly pocketing the money and gesturing for Lynn to follow. They passed through several narrow alleys, arriving at a hidden basement. Several people were talking in hushed voices, with sophisticated equipment and documents laid out on a table.

"This is the latest hot commodity," the man said quietly, pointing to a list of equipment on a document, "Gene editing equipment, so high-end it's hard to imagine. Recently, someone purchased these things in bulk and shipped them to a warehouse in Manhattan. I heard those things are for a very important person."

Lynn frowned: "Who is operating these devices?"

The man shrugged: "I don't know about information at that level. But I can tell you that the goods will be delivered to the warehouse tonight in an unmarked truck. If you want to know more, you might need to go see for yourself."

Lynn nodded, memorizing the list of equipment from the document. He knew the value of these devices; they perfectly matched the needs of Coleman's team. If he could intercept this shipment, he could not only halt their experimental progress but also find more clues about Coleman and his backers.

After leaving the basement, Lynn immediately contacted the headquarters support team and relayed the intelligence: "I've discovered a batch of gene editing equipment being secretly transported to a warehouse in Manhattan. I need a support team to assist in the interception."

Eric responded quietly on the other side: "Understood, everyone prepare."

With Lynn's gesture, the raid began. Agents quickly broke down the door, chaos erupting inside the warehouse. Several armed personnel reacted hastily, raising their guns to fire, but were quickly subdued by the team's well-trained coordination.

"Clear the target area!" Lynn commanded, leading the team deeper into the core area of the warehouse. They found a row of neatly stacked equipment boxes, each with clear markings, precisely the core equipment needed for gene experiments.

"This is what we want," Eric walked over from the side, checked the markings on the boxes, and nodded, "The value of these devices is enough to advance their experiments by several years. Today is a great victory."

Lynn frowned, looking around, feeling that something wasn't quite right. He suddenly noticed a fleeting red light in the corner, and his heart tightened: "Everyone stop! There's an explosive device here!"

The entire warehouse fell silent instantly. The technical team quickly arrived, using instruments to check the flashing red light, and indeed found a series of linked bombs, the countdown on the bombs already started.

"Not much time left," the technician said anxiously, "These bombs are connected to the goods, as long as we try to move the equipment, it will trigger an explosion."

Lynn looked at the bombs, then at the uneasy team members, his voice calm and decisive: "First group, protect the equipment, stay away from the bomb area. Second group, seal off the site, prevent any suspicious personnel from returning. Technical team, prioritize attempting to disarm the bombs. If there isn't enough time, we must evacuate everyone."

Eric frowned: "If we don't take these devices, they might still be able to get them back."

"I know," Lynn said, his eyes firm, "But protecting lives comes first. If there's a risk, we have to abandon the equipment."

The technical team acted quickly, but the bomb's design was complex and precise, each disarming step taking time. Lynn constantly monitored the time through the communicator, while observing the state of the team members.

"Five minutes left," the technician's voice was low, but full of pressure.

Lynn looked at the team members and said, word by word: "Everyone prepare to evacuate. Take away the experimental records and documents that can be quickly transferred, don't risk anything else."

The team members quickly began to act, putting several experimental records and some portable equipment into backpacks. Eric gritted his teeth, looking at the equipment that couldn't be moved, appearing extremely unwilling, but still obeyed Lynn's order.

"Time's up!" Lynn ordered loudly, "Everyone evacuate, now!"

The agents quickly evacuated from the warehouse, and just as they ran to a safe distance, a deafening explosion came from behind them. The windows of the warehouse were shattered by the shockwave, flames soared into the sky, and all the equipment and supplies were instantly turned to ashes.

Lynn turned to look at the exploded warehouse, his face without any expression, but the disappointment in his heart was hard to hide. He knew that although they had obtained some experimental records, they still hadn't completely stopped Coleman's plan.

"This is their method," Lynn said softly, "Rather destroy it than let us get it. This battle has only just begun."

Eric patted Lynn on the shoulder, his tone with a hint of dissatisfaction and a hint of respect: "You made the right decision. Our people are safe, that's the most important thing."

The next morning, Lynn received disturbing news. His black market informant had suddenly lost contact. This informant had always been an important source of intelligence for Lynn to track the experimental organization, and the disappearance obviously concealed a dangerous signal.

"Detective," Eric said, frowning as he walked into the office and handed Lynn a report. "I just received news that the informant's last activity record shows he lingered near a remote warehouse for a long time, and then disappeared completely."

Lynn flipped through the report, his gaze gradually turning cold: "This is obviously a capture. He knows too much about the experimental organization. If he falls into their hands, he might not even save his life."

Eric nodded: "We've already sent people to scout the warehouse, but it seems to be heavily armed and defended, making it difficult to approach."

Lynn closed the report and said in a deep voice: "This shows that it's a key location. We can't abandon him; we must find a way to rescue him."

Eric shrugged: "This isn't a simple task. The other side is obviously on the defensive. A direct assault will only cause more casualties."

Lynn pondered for a moment, a look of determination flashing in his eyes: "We won't launch a direct assault. I need to infiltrate in disguise, find the informant's exact location, and then formulate a precise rescue plan."

Eric was slightly stunned, then a complex smile appeared on his face: "You just love taking risks, don't you? Okay, I'll arrange for an outer support team, but it's very risky for you to infiltrate alone."

"Risk is unavoidable," Lynn stood up and began to organize his equipment. "But this is our only chance."

That night, Lynn, disguised as an ordinary underground buyer, approached the target warehouse alone. He approached in a cautious but inconspicuous manner, taking in the defensive layout around the warehouse. The armed forces here were clearly more numerous than at the previous stronghold, and there were even some suspected enhanced mutants on guard.

After entering the warehouse, Lynn used the dim light and his own agility to move between the complex equipment and obstacles. Eric's low voice came from his headset: "Be careful, Detective. There are not only ordinary guards here, but also an unknown energy barrier. Don't touch any abnormal devices."

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Lynn nodded in response and continued to go deeper. His eyes swept around, and he finally found the informant being held in a cubicle. The informant's hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and his face was covered in bruises, obviously having suffered cruel torture.

"Hold on, I'm here to save you," Lynn said softly, quickly approaching.

The informant struggled to raise his head, a trace of surprise and fear flashing in his eyes: "Detective, be careful... they're nearby... there are enhanced mutants too..."

"I know, but we'll get out together," Lynn quickly used the tools he carried to break the iron chains and helped the informant up.

Just then, the warehouse alarm suddenly sounded. Obviously, Lynn's actions had been discovered. Rapid footsteps came from all around, and armed guards and mutants quickly surrounded them.

"Run!" Lynn supported the informant, quickly searching for the nearest exit. He used cover and accurate shooting to avoid enemy attacks all the way, while calling for support through the communicator: "Eric, we need support! There are enemies inside the warehouse. The target has been rescued!"

"Understood, the team is on its way!" Eric's voice was firm and quick.

Lynn and the informant finally met up with the support team in the open space outside the warehouse. With powerful firepower suppression, they successfully repelled the pursuing enemies and withdrew to the safe zone.

Back at headquarters, the informant was immediately sent to the medical center for treatment. Before leaving, he grabbed Lynn's hand, his voice weak but full of gratitude: "Detective, thank you... If it weren't for you, I might never have gotten out of there."

Lynn patted him on the shoulder, his tone firm: "Your information has saved many people. I'm just trying to give you justice."

A few days later, the recovered informant took the initiative to find Lynn. He sat in an interrogation room at headquarters, still bearing some scars, but with some determination restored in his eyes. He handed Lynn a small notebook and said softly, "Detective, this is a list I risked my life to collect. They are the main funders of the experimental project, and also the financiers behind the black market gene trade."

Lynn took the notebook and opened it. It was filled with detailed records of names, company names, and fund flows. Each name was influential in the business world, including well-known real estate developers, the founders of technology companies, and even the managers of charitable foundations.

"These people are all top figures in New York's business community," the informant continued. "They inject funds into the experimental organization through complex money laundering channels, nominally 'supporting medical research,' but in reality, they are funding gene editing and mutant experiments."

Lynn frowned, his gaze lingering on a name as he flipped through the records: "James Callahan... I've heard this name more than once. What role does he play among these people?"

The informant nodded, his tone low: "Callahan is at the heart of it all. He is responsible for coordinating the contacts between the funders and the experimental organization, and even directly participates in the financial operations of the experiment. He is not only a broker, but also the main driver of the experimental project."

Lynn closed the notebook and took a deep breath: "These giants are all shrewd people. They obviously know the risks of the experiment. Why would they risk investing so many resources?"

"Because they see the returns," the informant said, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes. "The goal of the experiment is not only to create enhanced mutants, but also to sell controllable gene editing technology. These giants believe that this will be the next revolution in wealth and power, and they want to take the initiative in this change."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then turned to Eric and said, "We need to start investigating these funders, tracking their fund flows, and finding direct evidence."

Eric nodded: "This will be a big project, but we have the list in our hands. They can't escape."

Lynn put the notebook into his briefcase, his tone firm: "Notify the investigation team to start with Callahan first. He is the key point of this network. As long as he opens his mouth, everyone else will be dragged out."

A few hours later, the headquarters investigation team began to act. They reviewed Callahan's bank accounts and corporate transaction records, and found a series of suspicious fund flows. These funds were transferred through multiple layers and ultimately flowed into offshore accounts controlled by the experimental organization.

"There is enough evidence here to put Callahan in jail," the technician excitedly reported. "We can directly apply for a search warrant."

Lynn shook his head: "Although this evidence is conclusive, it is not enough to make him confess all the funders behind him. He needs more pressure."

(End of chapter)