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“It’s time.” Lynn nodded, adjusting the guns and equipment in his hands. “We’ll take control first and try to ensure that Branson is brought back successfully. We can’t give these guys any more breathing room.”

As his team moved, Lynn and his crew silently approached Branson's estate. Security was tight around the estate, with high-tech surveillance equipment and patrolling guards every few meters. Lynn knew this operation had to be swift and precise; otherwise, alerting those inside the estate could lead them into an even greater trap.

"I'll lead the team to break through from the east, and you and your men will surround them from the west. Be quick and precise, giving them no time to react," Lynn commanded in a low voice.

"Understood," Mark replied simply, then led his team toward the designated direction.

Lynn and his team approached the manor stealthily from the east side, trying to find a breakthrough. Using night vision equipment, they could clearly see the bodyguards' patrol routes in every corner. With security personnel in almost every corner, Lynn realized that this raid had to be carried out with extreme caution; the slightest mistake could expose their presence.

Soon, under Lynn's command, the team began a precise infiltration, stealthily approaching the main building of the manor. Two bodyguards stood ramrod straight at the manor entrance, seemingly unaware of anything amiss. Lynn and his team maintained a low profile, gradually closing in. In the instant the two bodyguards turned their backs, Lynn swiftly directed his team to subdue them, making almost no sound. Then, he immediately reported to Mark through his earpiece: "Target ahead, begin the advance."

Everything seemed to be going exceptionally smoothly, but as they approached the main building of the manor, a sudden change put everyone on edge. A burst of gunfire erupted from inside the manor, and the entire manor immediately went into alert.

"They've spotted us," Lynn whispered. "Quickly! Everyone on high alert!"

Lynn immediately ordered his team to speed up their operation, preparing to surround Branson from multiple exits of the main building. But at that moment, a large number of bodyguards suddenly rushed out from the other side of the manor. They were well-equipped, even armed with high-tech weapons, clearly to guard against a surprise attack like Lynn's. Lynn realized that Branson had obviously come prepared and knew they would follow them here.

"Adjust formation immediately! Prepare for the enemy's counterattack!" Lynn shouted the order, then led his men to quickly retreat to the flank to avoid gunfire from inside and outside the manor. He knew that at this moment, a fierce battle was inevitable.

At Branson's manor, the bodyguards reacted far faster than expected. As the gunfire intensified, Lynn and his team engaged in direct firefights. Lynn skillfully provided cover for his men while observing the bodyguards' deployment. The enemy's tactics were extremely meticulous; each counterattack was swift and deadly, creating an exceptionally tense atmosphere throughout the manor.

"There's movement on the left!" came the report through the team members' headsets.

Lynn whirled around and saw a nimble bodyguard trying to break through from the left. He quickly gave the order: "Mark, lead the team to support the left flank! My men and I are holding off the enemy here!"

"Understood!" Mark responded decisively and quickly led his team to the left.

With the team's coordinated efforts, Lynn gradually gained control of the situation, but Branson's defense was far stronger than expected. Although their actions remained highly covert, the enemy had realized that their target was Branson, who had undoubtedly already activated his last line of defense.

"Stay calm and minimize casualties," Lynn shouted to his team, quickly shifting their position. He knew that only by getting close to Branson's hideout could they truly end the battle.

But as more and more bodyguards joined the fight, Lynn began to feel the pressure mounting. The enemy wasn't just ordinary security personnel, but also specially trained commandos whose combat capabilities far exceeded Lynn and his team's expectations. Gunshots, explosions, and shouts rang out incessantly, the smoke of battle filled the air, and the entire manor seemed to have descended into chaos.

Finally, Lynn and his team successfully broke through the outer defenses of the manor and approached the main building. After a fierce firefight, Lynn led his team into Branson's hideout. Just then, Branson himself appeared before them, his face filled with surprise and anger; clearly, he hadn't expected the FBI to find him so quickly.

"You found this place so quickly?" Branson sneered, his eyes full of provocation and disdain. "Did you think I could withstand the siege of the entire FBI by myself? You will never understand our true power."

Lynn didn't rush to answer, but calmly stared at Branson: "Branson, you can't escape today. You think you can get away and we'll let you go? The crimes you're involved in are enough to keep you in prison for the rest of your life."

Branson's eyes turned cold: "You can catch me, but you can never destroy me and everything behind me. It's all just a dream for you."

Just as Branson was about to resist, Lynn acted decisively and subdued him. Although Branson fought back with all his might, he was eventually subdued and handcuffed by Lynn and his team.

Although the raid was successful, Lynn knew that it did not mean the Blood Hawk Gang was doomed.

a few days later.

Lynn and Mark head to their target, Harold Mills, a prominent medical tycoon and one of the Bloodhawk's financial backers. Mills has been using his hospitals and clinics to provide a "legal" cover for illegal organ trafficking, and his influence allows the Bloodhawk to continue expanding its reach globally. Lynn and Mark must bring him to justice as soon as possible and expose all the shady dealings behind him and the Bloodhawk.

Mills' residence was located in a luxurious residential area, the house elegant in appearance, surrounded by lush greenery, and the courtyard as tranquil as a private garden. Lynn sensed that beneath this surface tranquility, there was likely a hidden danger. They chose to approach discreetly, without alerting him. Lynn knew this operation had to be precise and swift; after all, Mills wasn't as actively rebellious as Branson, but rather employed a completely different strategy—using money and temptation to corrupt them.

"Are you ready?" Lynn asked Mark, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

Mark nodded. “We’re absolutely ready, but Mills’s identity is too sensitive. He might not be as simple as Branson; we have to be careful.” “That’s right, our goal is to bring him back for questioning,” Lynn said softly. “Whether he likes it or not, we have to get all the leads on him.”

The two quietly entered Mills' mansion through the back door. After navigating a winding corridor, Lynn and Mark finally arrived at Mills' private office. It was a luxurious room filled with high-tech equipment and a private art collection, but Lynn was not fooled by these outward appearances. He immediately began carefully observing his surroundings, searching for any clues that might expose Mills' crimes.

"Mills didn't hire bodyguards?" Mark asked in a low voice, clearly puzzled. "How could someone as wealthy as him get so easily into his office?"

“He clearly wants to deal with us in a different way,” Lynn analyzed. “Mills isn’t afraid of us capturing him; on the contrary, he’s trying to subdue us in other ways.”

Just then, Mills walked in through a side door, a gentle smile on his face, seemingly unsurprised. Lynn and Mark immediately became alert. Mills smiled and gestured for them to sit down: "Welcome, Agent Lynn, Agent Mark. It seems you've had a tough time, having to be careful to avoid people even when you come to my place."

Lynn's eyes sharpened as he cut to the chase: "We're here today to take you away, Mills. You've been involved in the illegal organ trade, and the Blood Hawk gang is your source of funding. Can you continue to evade this responsibility?"

Mills sat down, his smile unchanged, but his tone now carried a hint of confidence: "Lynn, your investigation is insightful. I admit, there are indeed some connections between our company and the Bloodhawk Gang, but as you know, many things are not as simple as they seem. Do you think arresting me will solve the problem? My influence is far greater than you imagine. Moreover, what I can offer you is far more valuable than any evidence you currently possess."

Lynn's gaze sharpened, realizing that Mills had decided to use money to corrupt their stance: "I don't need money, I need your cooperation. In exchange for your cooperation, you and the people behind you will be free."

Mills remained calm and composed. He picked up a heavy folder from the table and slowly placed it in front of Lynn. "You're smart, Lynn. But could you consider making different choices? Every time you take someone away from us, have you considered the ultimate consequences? My friends are not just the Blood Hawk Gang. And what you're trying to deal with isn't just me, but involves the power of several countries. You seem to have succeeded, but I bet you don't even know who's controlling your fate."

Lynn stared at Mills, his brow furrowing slightly. "You think money can buy my loyalty? You're wrong. We fight for true justice and won't be intimidated by your threats."

Mills shook his head slightly: "You think I'm threatening you? No, I'm giving you a chance. You've pushed me to this point, and I can't let you take me away so easily. But if you're willing to listen to me, I can help you resolve some tricky issues."

Lynn felt uneasy. He knew that Mills was no longer a simple businessman, but a ruthless player who knew how to manipulate situations and how to use his resources and influence to fight against any opponent.

"You still think money can solve everything?" Lynn said coldly. "Your words will only hasten your demise. Tell me the truth, or you'll be locked up in prison forever."

At that moment, Mills' smile deepened, and he slowly rose from his seat, pacing around the table. "You're smart, but do you know, the people behind me are the ones who truly decide this game, not you law enforcement officers. You can catch me, you might even uncover some scandals, but you'll never touch the real forces behind me. Your so-called justice will ultimately be erased."

Suddenly, Lynn sensed movement behind him. He reacted swiftly, turning around abruptly, but it was too late. Just as he was about to retaliate, a gunshot shattered the silence of the room. Lynn's body jolted violently, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. He stumbled back several steps, instantly feeling a visceral numbness.

"Lynn!" Mark's voice came from behind. He rushed to Lynn's side to check his injuries.

Lynn leaned against the wall, barely managing to stay upright, his heart filled with anger and confusion. He turned around and saw that standing in the doorway wasn't an intruder, but his own colleague—An FBI agent, Chris Harris. Chris stared coldly at Lynn, his hand still tightly gripping his gun, a complex emotion in his eyes.

“You…” Lynn gritted his teeth, his anger and shock intertwined as he stared incredulously at the traitor.

Chris smiled dismissively: "You think you can really catch all the criminals? Your justice is nothing but a joke." He put away his gun, walked towards Mills, his eyes filled with coldness and calculation.

"Chris, why did you do this?" Lynn asked through gritted teeth, the flames of anger in his heart almost consuming him.

"Why?" Chris asked calmly. "Because you self-righteous law enforcers simply cannot understand the true rules of this game. Mills' power is far beyond your imagination. You destroyed the Blood Hawk Gang, but do you think that's the end of it? You are nothing more than pawns on the chessboard of these big shots."

Lynn's heart sank; everything before him felt like an unforeseen nightmare. Mills wasn't the only mastermind; even Chris—his former colleague—was involved, betraying them all. Lynn knew that if he didn't uncover this complex web of relationships, both he and Mark would be in even greater danger.

Mark clenched his fists, clearly having seen through Chris's betrayal. He said coldly, "You will pay the price for your decision today, Chris. Do you think you can escape justice this way?"

"Escape?" Chris sneered. "All you can do is catch a few small fry. You'll never be able to touch the real power."

Lynn struggled to steady himself, trying not to let his wounds affect him. He knew that calmness was crucial now. He mustered all his strength to stand up, his eyes resolute: "No matter how many forces are behind you, we will eventually uncover the truth, and no one will escape." (End of Chapter)