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Lynn gripped his phone tightly, his mind filled with doubt. He quickly gathered his thoughts, deciding not to waste any more time and heading to "Wall Street Freight" immediately. Kate's clues made Lynn realize that Mark Scott was no ordinary man. He had just learned from his investigation that Scott seemed to be involved in multiple illegal transactions, and that he had been involved in some cases suspected of being related to mutant abilities. A growing unease spurred Lynn to quicken his pace. At this moment, his focus was no longer on investigating a simple crime, but on a much larger conspiracy.

As the car cruised through the bustling streets of Manhattan, Lynn checked his phone every now and then to make sure he didn't miss any important information. Finally, he arrived at his destination—the old suburban warehouse of "Wall Street Freight." The area appeared rather desolate; most of the surrounding industrial buildings lacked modern renovations, and the empty streets gave him a somewhat uneasy feeling.

Lynn stopped the car, gently opened the door, and cautiously looked around. He knew he was approaching the heart of the mystery, and everything that followed depended on whether he could find compelling evidence. Whether for justice or to uncover the truth behind this vast network, he had to proceed with extreme caution.

He entered the warehouse. There were no obvious guards or security personnel at the entrance, and the surroundings were unusually quiet. Lynn gripped his pistol tightly and slowly moved forward along the corridor, his gaze fixed on several dark figures inside the warehouse. No one made a sound, but he vaguely sensed that someone was watching his every move.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the warehouse door, and Lynn's heart pounded. He quickly hid behind a stack of wooden crates, waiting silently. The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping. Lynn held his breath, gripping his gun, ready to react to any unexpected situation.

"What do you want, Lynn?" a deep voice came from the shadows.

Lynn raised an eyebrow, immediately recognizing Mark Scott as the man he had been searching for. He slowly emerged from behind the box, his eyes fixed on the man before him. Scott wore a black trench coat, a playful smile on his face. Lynn knew that things wouldn't be so simple from now on.

"What's your connection to these illegal transactions?" Lynn asked bluntly, his tone stern.

Scott's smile remained unchanged; he seemed to have known all along that Lynn would find this place. "You've done a thorough investigation this time, Lynn." Scott's lips curled slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. "However, I'm sorry, you won't be able to take me away today."

Before he finished speaking, Scott suddenly retreated rapidly, his footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse. Lynn's heart raced; he realized that Scott was no longer going to conceal his intentions. Without hesitation, Lynn immediately drew his gun, ready to stop Scott's actions.

However, Scott's speed far exceeded Lynn's expectations; he quickly disappeared into the shadows. Lynn barely had time to react before he heard a sharp whoosh of wind, and Scott was already gone from his sight. When Lynn turned around, Scott's figure reappeared, but this time, he stood behind Lynn.

“Do you think I’d let you catch me so easily?” Scott’s voice was deep and threatening.

Lynn whirled around, only to see Scott casually wave his hand, and a powerful force field suddenly surged in the air. Lynn felt an irresistible force push him away, his body instantly losing its balance and staggering back several steps. The gun was knocked from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Scott chuckled softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Do you think I'm an ordinary person?" he said slowly, a hint of confidence on his face.

Lynn's heart raced. He quickly steadied himself, his eyes fixed on Scott, calmly considering his next move. "You're a mutant," Scott finally gleaned the key from his words.

Scott didn't deny it; instead, he raised an eyebrow and gave a provocative smile. "You're smart, Lynn. But you're too late. You know too much to leave here."

Lynn took a deep breath, remaining calm despite facing the mutant. The mutant's abilities were not to be underestimated, but as an FBI agent, he was used to dealing with all sorts of dangers. At this moment, what he needed was to find a way to counter Scott's abilities.

Scott's eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out, causing the air to shift once more. Lynn saw a powerful energy surge rush towards him, a force that almost made it hard to breathe. Lynn quickly dodged to the side, but was still thrown off balance by the powerful energy surge and fell to the ground. He quickly got to his feet, realizing that Scott's abilities far exceeded his expectations.

He barely had time to react when Scott waved his hand again, unleashing a powerful, storm-like gust of air that quickly enveloped Lynn. Lynn struggled with all his might, but felt a powerful suction pulling him into the air, his feet leaving the ground and his body forced to hover in mid-air. Just as he was about to lose control, Scott suddenly exerted force, slamming Lynn violently to the ground.

The violent impact sent a sharp pain through Lynn's body, but he didn't give up, forcing himself to his feet despite the agony. He knew he couldn't afford to fail here. Lynn gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm.

“You think you can defeat me?” Scott sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. “You simply cannot comprehend my power.”

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Lynn's gaze remained resolute. "What you can do, I can do too," he said, his eyes cold and sharp. Although he had suffered severe injuries, he had not given up his determination to fight back.

Scott raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by Lynn's tenacity. He didn't attack immediately, but watched him with interest. Lynn's heart raced; he knew this was his last chance.

In the brief moment Scott relaxed his guard, Lynn suddenly exerted his strength and sprinted towards the gun on the ground. He lunged forward with all his might and gripped the gun back in his hand. Scott had clearly not anticipated this, and although he reacted quickly, he still couldn't completely stop Lynn's actions.

Lynn seized the opportunity, aimed at Scott, tightened his grip, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the warehouse, the bullet heading towards Scott. However, Scott's body suddenly emitted a blinding light, enveloping him completely before he vanished into thin air. Lynn's bullet grazed the air but missed its target.

Scott stood at a distance, coldly watching Lynn, a slight smile on his face. "You're too slow, Lynn," he said, then suddenly vanished into the shadows of the warehouse. Lynn stood there, panting, his heart filled with resentment.

Lynn stood in the empty warehouse, staring at the spot where Scott had disappeared, his chest heaving, filled with an indescribable sense of loss. His hand still gripped the fallen gun tightly, his eyes gleaming, but the doubts in his heart grew ever stronger. Scott's mutant abilities had dealt Lynn an unprecedented blow—speed, strength, and the ability to almost change the very air—forcing him to reassess his enemy.

Even with Scott's formidable abilities, Lynn didn't give up. He knew Scott's escape was only temporary; he couldn't simply vanish without a trace. If he dared to cause trouble in the city, Lynn would definitely find him and expose this lurking beast.

"Damn it!" Lynn cursed under his breath, throwing the gun back to the ground with a heavy thud that shattered the quiet of the warehouse. He pulled out his phone and dialed Mark's number. "Mark, mobilize all available resources immediately and begin tracking Scott's movements."

The phone rang for a while before being answered. Mark's voice sounded rushed on the other end. "Lynn, what's wrong? Did you find Scott?"

Lynn's tone remained calm, but his inner tension was impossible to conceal. "Yes, but he possesses mutant abilities, capable of vanishing into thin air instantly. I need you to mobilize all FBI resources to track down every possible lead. Wherever he goes, gather all available surveillance footage, travel records, and even social media activity!"

Mark paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts. "Okay, I'll get started immediately. But if he really is a mutant, our surveillance system might not be able to track him directly. Have you thought of any other methods?"

Lynn took a deep breath and looked around at the empty space. "He's shown me firsthand how powerful he is, but that doesn't mean he can completely get rid of us. I'll continue investigating his background; Scott's past will definitely give us a breakthrough. Start with all the records from 'Wall Street Freight' and see if there are any overlooked clues."

Mark on the other end of the phone quickly replied, "Understood, I'll get started right away. If you make any new discoveries, remember to let me know immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn wasted no more time. He quickly left the warehouse and drove back to FBI headquarters. Outside the car window, the city lights still shone brightly, but the city's current tranquility couldn't soothe his anxiety. Scott's escape had plunged him into an unprecedented predicament, yet he refused to succumb to pointless frustration. He needed greater power to track down this mutant, and the key to it all might lie in Scott's past.

Upon entering the headquarters building, Lynn went straight to his office. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately began organizing the information he had obtained from "Wall Street Freight." That company had close ties to Scott, and Scott's past actions and contacts might provide crucial clues for the upcoming manhunt.

Lynn turned on his computer and began reviewing the records related to Scott one by one. There weren't many surprises. Although the company operated multiple freight transport projects, none of the transactions were entirely transparent. Scott maintained private contacts with senior company personnel, and the details of these contacts were mostly concealed.

He gradually noticed some subtle anomalies. Several months earlier, a shipment's transport plan had not been reviewed through proper channels, and its destination was a remote location. This place was not on the company's regular transport routes, but records showed that Scott had personally driven there several times.

These clues increasingly made Lynn uneasy. He frowned, carefully comparing all the details related to the shipment, and finally discovered a striking detail in an inconspicuous record: the origin and destination of the goods seemed to be linked to an illegal company called "Obsidian Group." This company was always discreet and secretive, with almost no publicly available information. Lynn quickly searched online and finally found a few vague pieces of information: this company had deep ties to mutant experiments and had been involved in numerous illegal transactions in the past, including smuggling, arms dealing, and even genetic mutation experiments.

Lynn's gaze suddenly turned icy. Obsidian Corporation? This company was actually involved in mutant experiments; no wonder Scott was implicated.

He immediately dialed Mark's number. "Mark, continue investigating the Obsidian Corporation, by any means necessary, find its whereabouts as soon as possible. We must figure out what's behind Scott." He paused. "This is no longer just about a mutant. There's a much bigger conspiracy."

Mark's voice came through the phone: "Okay, I'll start looking up the relevant information right away. Have you made any new discoveries?"

“Obsidian has deep ties to mutant experiments, and this clue is extremely crucial,” Lynn said in a deep voice. “We may be getting close to the heart of the matter.”

After hanging up the phone, Lynn abruptly stood up, determined to investigate further clues himself. He knew that Scott's relationship with the Obsidian Group was definitely not as simple as it seemed. He had to dig deeper and uncover the truth.

Back in his car, Lynn began planning his next move. According to the information he had, one of Obsidian Group's branches was located in a warehouse district in the northwest of the city. It was a dark, remote area, often a hub for illegal transactions. Lynn decided he had to go there himself to see if he could find any direct evidence related to Scott and the Obsidian Group.

As he drove into the Northwest District, night fell, and the surrounding streets grew increasingly desolate. Lynn's heart raced, and his tension intensified. He stopped the car, rolled down the window, and felt the unique stillness of the place. The air was filled with the distinctive smell of the industrial area; a few trucks occasionally drove by, but there was no human voice.

Lynn quietly entered the warehouse district, carefully observing his surroundings. Most of the buildings here looked quite old, with dilapidated iron gates and closed windows giving off a lifeless atmosphere. He cautiously looked around to make sure no one had noticed his arrival.

Suddenly, a black SUV slowly drove into the warehouse area and stopped in a dark corner. Lynn quickly hid to the side, carefully observing the movement inside the car. The door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out, expressionless, with a steady gait. Lynn's heart instantly raced; it was Scott! (End of Chapter)