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Chapter 181 Lynn visits Hans
Old Harry looked up, his eyes meeting those of Lynn and Hans. Their gazes clashed, sparks flickering in the air. He gestured for them to sit down, then spoke slowly, "Lynn, Hans, I know you've been investigating the Carlos Chamber of Commerce. As Harry's father and a member of the Chamber, I have a responsibility to speak with you."

Lynn and Hans exchanged a glance, already prepared. They knew this moment would arrive sooner or later, but they hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Lynn coughed lightly and spoke first, "Old Harry, we're investigating the Carlos Chamber of Commerce not to target you or Harry, but because we've uncovered some illegal activities within the Chamber of Commerce. These matters concern the lives of many people, and we can't just sit back and watch."

Old Harry's eyes flickered slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Linn to be so direct. He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Linn, Hans, I understand your sense of justice. However, there are some things you can't interfere with. The Carlos Chamber of Commerce is a massive organization, with deep roots in every corner. If you continue investigating, you'll only bring trouble upon yourselves."

Hans sneered when he heard this. "Trouble? Old Harry, we're never afraid of trouble. If we choose to remain silent out of fear, what's the difference between us and those who aid and abet the evil? We investigated the Carlos Chamber of Commerce to uncover the truth and protect the innocent."

Old Harry's expression changed slightly. He clearly hadn't expected Hans to be so forceful. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Hans, you're right. But you know what? Some things, once exposed, have disastrous consequences. Not only will they harm innocent people, they could even trigger social unrest."

Lin En looked at Old Harry, his eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Old Harry, we understand your concerns. However, we can't choose to escape because we are afraid of the consequences. The truth will come to light one day. We are just one step ahead."

Old Harry fell silent, knowing he couldn't convince Lynn and Hans. He sighed, slowly pulled a bulging envelope from his pocket, and placed it on the table. "This is $500,000. It's my compensation for your investigation. I hope you can take this money, leave this city, and stop interfering in the affairs of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

Lin En and Hans looked at the envelope on the table with surprise on their faces. They hadn't expected that Old Harry would actually try to use money to settle their affairs. Hans was the first to react. He stood up suddenly and glared at Old Harry: "Old Harry, who do you take us for? We are fighting for justice, not for money! Take this money back! We will not give up our investigation!"

Lin En also stood up, his eyes revealing a hint of disappointment. "Old Harry, I used to think you were a man of justice. But now it seems I was wrong. In order to protect the interests of the Chamber of Commerce, you actually used money to bribe us. This is very disappointing."

Old Harry's face turned livid. He hadn't expected Linn and Hans to reject him so resolutely. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Linn, Hans, don't refuse a toast! The Carlos Chamber of Commerce is not something you can mess with! If you continue investigating, you will bear the consequences!"

Hans sneered upon hearing this. "You'll face the consequences yourself? Old Harry, are you threatening us? We're telling you, we're not afraid of threats! We only know that justice will triumph over evil! The crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce will one day be exposed to the world!"

Lin En also looked at Old Harry and said firmly, "Old Harry, we hope you can understand that our investigation into the Carlos Chamber of Commerce is not for personal gain, but for social justice and peace. We hope you can stand on the side of justice, rather than aiding and abetting evil."

Old Harry fell silent. He looked at the determined eyes of Linn and Hans, and his heart wavered. He knew he couldn't convince them, nor could he bribe them with money. He sighed and said slowly, "Well, since you're so determined, I have nothing else to say. However, I hope you can understand that the Carlos Chamber of Commerce is not as simple as you think. You must proceed with caution."

Lin and Hans exchanged a smile. They knew they had completely broken ranks with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce. However, they weren't afraid, for they believed justice would triumph over evil. They looked at Old Harry and said firmly, "Don't worry, Old Harry. We'll proceed with caution. But we also hope you understand that the light of justice can never be obscured."

With that, Lynn and Hans turned and left the café. Their figures, shimmering in the setting sun, stood tall and resolute. Old Harry sat there, watching the two men disappear into the distance, a complex wave of emotions welling up within him. He knew his son Harry was a close friend of Lynn and Hans, and their choice made him feel somewhat ambivalent. However, as a member of the Chamber of Commerce, he had his own position and choice.

As night fell, the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, casting a veil of mystery over the bustling metropolis. Hans concluded a frantic day of investigation and set off for home with a heavy heart. His mind was consumed by the conspiracies and crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce. The faces of the innocent victims constantly surfaced in his mind, spurring him on, even if the road ahead was fraught with obstacles.

The streets were deserted, and the sound of rain hitting the ground was monotonous and dull. Hans tightened his coat and quickened his pace, trying to get back to the small house that could give him a moment of peace. However, at this moment, a sudden chill made him suddenly alert. His years of detective intuition told him that danger was approaching.

"Da da da……"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded particularly harsh on the empty street, followed by the gentle sound of metal clashing. Hans turned abruptly and saw a dark figure rushing out from the darkness, the cold muzzle of a gun flashing in its hand, pointing directly at his heart.

"Who?!" Hans shouted and reacted quickly, leaning his body to one side, trying to avoid the impending danger.

"Bang!" The deafening sound of gunfire pierced the night air. Hans felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and a warm liquid trickled down his trouser leg. He endured the pain, letting inertia throw him forward and tumble into the bushes by the roadside, attempting to escape the killer's pursuit.

The killer did not give up and followed closely behind. Gunfire rang out again, but this time Hans, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, cleverly dodged the fatal attack. He knew in his heart that he had to find an opportunity to fight back as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"You can't escape, Hans!" The killer's voice sounded particularly eerie in the night, like a call from hell.

Hans gritted his teeth and used the bushes as cover to move slowly to the other side of the street. He knew that if he could just hold off until someone passed by or find an opportunity to fight back, he would have a chance to escape.

However, the killer seemed to know his whereabouts perfectly, and every movement was accompanied by the echo of gunfire. Hans' thigh wound continued to bleed, and his strength was gradually draining away. He began to feel despair. Is this really the way the road to justice will end?

At that moment, a blinding light pierced the night. A police car roared over and stopped not far away. Two officers quickly got out, batons and pistols in hand, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

"Over there! Someone fired a gun!" Hans shouted with his last bit of strength. Although his voice was weak, it was enough to attract the attention of the police.

The killer's face paled as he saw this, and he turned to flee. But it was too late. The police quickly caught up with him, calling for reinforcements. Hans felt dizzy and the world began to blur, but he knew that rescue had finally arrived.

"Hold on, Hans! We'll take you to the hospital right away!" A police officer's voice sounded in his ears, warm and powerful.

Hans forced himself to open his eyes and saw the police badge on the police officer's chest, and an inexplicable sense of relief surged in his heart.

In the city after the rain, the sweet aroma of earth filled the air, but it couldn't mask the pungent odor of the hospital's disinfectant. Lin En, carrying a basket of fruit, hurried through the hospital corridors, his heart filled with anxiety and unease. He had just learned from the police that Hans had been attacked. At that moment, his world seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud. An indescribable mixture of fear and anger drove him to the hospital immediately.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Lin En saw Hans lying on the bed. His face was pale, but his eyes still gleamed with an unyielding light. Lin En's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly walked to the bedside and gently placed the fruit in his hand on the bedside table.

"Hans, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Lynn's voice was filled with undisguised concern.

Hans forced a smile, though it was a little weak. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just shot in the thigh. The doctor said I just need to rest for a while."

Lynn's eyes fell on Hans's bandaged thigh, and a sharp pain pierced his heart. He clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he was completely unaware. "Tell me, who did it?" His voice was low and firm, as if every word contained infinite power. Hans's eyes became solemn, and he slowly recalled that thrilling night: "It was a black man, tall, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black hoodie, and a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. He moved quickly and attacked ruthlessly, and it was obvious that he was a well-trained killer."

Lin En's brow furrowed as a vague image quickly formed in his mind. He knew that finding the murderer based solely on this description was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but he would never give up. "Hans, don't worry, I will definitely find this guy and make him pay!"

Hans shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with worry. "Lin, I know you're determined, but this time our opponent is not a simple opponent. The Carlos Chamber of Commerce has a massive influence behind it, so we need to be even more careful."

Lin En took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I know, but we can't back down because of fear. Hans, you lying here is the greatest spur to us. I won't let anyone hurt you, and I won't let the crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce continue to go unpunished."

After saying that, Lin En stood up and prepared to leave the ward to investigate. But Hans suddenly stopped him, "Lin En, wait. There's something else that I find strange. The killer seemed to hesitate before attacking, as if he was confirming my identity. This is very strange to me. Logically, they should have just attacked directly."

Hearing this, Lin En paused, his brow furrowing even more. This detail was indeed unusual, and it might contain some crucial information. "Hans, are you sure? Did he really hesitate?"

Hans nodded. Despite his frail body, his eyes were remarkably firm. "I'm sure. I was very close to him at that moment. A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination."

Lin En pondered for a moment, and a bold guess emerged in his mind: "Perhaps, this killer is not completely obedient to the Carlos Chamber of Commerce. He may have his own ideas, or...he knows us?"

Hans's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly shook his head. "That's unlikely, isn't it? We don't have much contact with the people from the Carlos Chamber of Commerce, except for those under investigation."

However, Lynn did not completely deny this possibility: "No, Hans, we can't rule out any possibility. Sometimes, the truth is often hidden in those seemingly impossible details. I'm going to check and see if I can find more clues about this killer."

After saying this, Lin En turned and left the ward, his heart filled with determination and fighting spirit. He knew that this investigation would be more difficult and dangerous than ever before, but he also knew that he couldn't let Hans be injured in vain, and he couldn't let the crimes of the Carlos Chamber of Commerce continue to wreak havoc.

In the days that followed, Lin En devoted nearly all his time and energy to the investigation. He visited the area surrounding the crime scene, interviewed possible witnesses, and even retrieved nearby surveillance footage. However, the killer seemed to have vanished without a trace.

In the dead of night, Lin En would sit at his desk, carefully studying every clue he had gathered. The image of Hans lying in his hospital bed and the killer's cold, hesitant eyes kept appearing before his eyes. He knew he had to find the truth, for Hans and for the innocent victims.

Just when Lin En was about to fall into despair, an unexpected clue appeared. A gangster who had once crossed paths with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce found Lin En and claimed that he knew something about the killer.

"Hey, officer, I heard you are looking for that black killer?" There was a cunning glint in the gangster's eyes, as if waiting for the other party's response.

Lin En's heart moved, but he remained calm on the surface: "What do you know? Tell me."

The thug chuckled and moved closer. "Let me tell you, that killer's name is Jack. He used to be a gangster. But for some reason, he retired. But recently, he suddenly appeared again, and he seems to be very close to the Carlos Chamber of Commerce."

Lin En's eyes instantly became sharp. "Jack? Why did he want to quit? And why is he involved with the Carlos Chamber of Commerce?"

The thug shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either. "I don't know, officer. But that's all I know. If you want to know more, you'll have to look it up yourself."

Lin En already had a plan in mind. He patted the punk on the shoulder and said, "Okay, thank you for the information. But remember, don't try to hide anything, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The gangster was frightened and nodded quickly.

As night fell, the city's neon lights flickered in the rain, casting a veil of mystery over the bustling metropolis. Lin En stood at the police station window, his gaze piercing the rain, his heart swirling with emotion. He had just received a call from his men: the killer he'd been tracking was dead. This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering Lin En's already tense nerves.

"How is this possible? How could he die suddenly?" Lin En turned around and looked sharply at his subordinates who were reporting.

The subordinate lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly. "We don't know either, Officer Lynn. We have been following him as you instructed, but just now, we found him lying in an abandoned warehouse. He is... not breathing anymore."

Lin En clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, yet he felt no pain. He knew full well that the killer's death was no accident, but rather a ruthless act by the Carlos Chamber of Commerce to cover up the truth. They acted ruthlessly, never leaving any evidence behind, and this was no exception.

"Come on, take me to the scene." Lin En's voice was low and firm, as if every word contained infinite power.

The rain didn't let up, but intensified. As Lin En and his men drove to the scene, the world outside the car window was blurred by the rain, as if foreshadowing that the upcoming truth would also be shrouded in layers of fog.

Arriving at the warehouse, Lin En saw the scene cordoned off with police, several officers busy investigating. He quickly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the body on the ground. A pang of pain pierced his heart. The killer he had pursued for so many days now lay there, silent and lifeless.

"What's the situation?" Lin En looked at the police officer in charge of the investigation, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

The police officer shook his head, his expression solemn. "There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased. The preliminary diagnosis is that he died of a drug overdose. There were no signs of a struggle at the scene, and no useful clues were left behind."

Lin En frowned, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart. He squatted down and carefully examined the killer's body, trying to find any clues. However, as the police officer said, the killer's body was so clean that it seemed as if he had never been there. There was nothing on him that could prove his identity or the cause of his death.

"Officer Lynn, look at this." The subordinate suddenly pointed at the killer's wrist, where there was a watch that had stopped working.

(End of this chapter)