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“Murder?” Blackwood feigned shock. “Detective, I think you must have made a mistake. I’m a legitimate businessman, and all my activities are transparent.”

“Enough with the nonsense! We have all the evidence of your funding of the Pure Human Organization, including bank transfer records, meeting recordings, and confessions from your subordinates!” Lynn approached step by step. “Surrender now, or I will be forced to use force!”

Tony and the other bodyguards began moving towards their respective bunkers, their hands reaching for the weapons at their waists. Lynn could sense that the situation was becoming dangerous.

“Detective, do you really think you can stop me?” Blackwood’s voice grew even colder. “I have enormous influence in this city, and I have friends among the higher-ups in your FBI. Even if you arrest me today, I’ll be released very soon.”

“Then let’s give it a try!” Lynn’s voice was unwavering. “I swear I will seek justice for those mutants who have died!”

Just then, sirens wailed from the other end of the street. Sarah and her support team had finally arrived. Three black FBI vehicles sped toward the mansion, the agents inside already prepared for action.

Blackwood's expression turned serious; he realized the situation was no longer under his control.

“Tony, Plan B!” he shouted.

Tony immediately understood his boss's meaning and gestured to the other bodyguards. Several men simultaneously drew their pistols and began firing in Lynn's direction.

Lynn quickly ducked behind a car, bullets sparking against the metal. Through the reflection in the car window, he saw Blackwood running towards the back door of the mansion, clearly trying to escape from there.

“Damn it!” Lynn cursed, knowing he couldn’t let Blackwood escape. He fired at the nearest bodyguard, the bullet striking him squarely in the shoulder, and the man fell to the ground instantly.

Meanwhile, Sarah and the other agents joined the battle. The entire area around the mansion became a battlefield, with gunfire erupting continuously.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lynn circled around to the backyard of the mansion. He had to catch Blackwood before he could escape. The backyard was an elaborately landscaped garden with manicured lawns and a variety of rare flowers. At the far end of the garden was a door leading to a back alley.

Lynn saw Blackwood running toward the door, still clutching the black briefcase tightly in his hand.

"Stop!" Lynn shouted, quickening his pace.

Blackwood heard Lynn's voice, turned around and looked back, his face a mixture of anger and despair.

“Why are you so persistent?” Blackwood stopped and turned to face Lynn. “Those mutants aren’t worth it! They are the fault of human evolution, a threat that must be eliminated!”

“You’re wrong, Blackwood,” Lynn approached him step by step, his pistol steadily pointed at the target. “Every life has value, regardless of their race or special abilities. You have no right to decide who should live or die!”

"Ridiculous idealism!" Blackwood sneered. "Do you really think this world can coexist peacefully? The existence of mutants only brings chaos and fear! Everything I've done is to protect the future of humanity!"

“What you did was murder!” Lynn’s voice was filled with rage. “Those mutants who died were innocent. They had families, they had dreams, and you took their lives because of fear and prejudice!”

Blackwood's eyes grew even colder. "Detective, this is my last warning: get out of the way! Or you'll regret it!"

“My only regret is not stopping you sooner!” Lynn said firmly.

Just then, Blackwood suddenly pulled a small handgun from his briefcase. It was an exquisite silver revolver that looked like an antique collectible.

“I won’t let you destroy everything I have!” Blackwood raised his pistol and aimed it at Lynn.

Lynn reacted even faster, immediately pulling the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the garden, Blackwood's pistol flew out of his hand, and the bullet grazed his right wrist, drawing blood instantly.

"Ah!" Blackwood cried out in pain as he knelt on the grass, clutching his injured wrist.

Lynn strode towards him, remaining alert. “James Blackwood, you have been arrested on suspicion of financing terrorism, murder, and attempting to evade justice. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say will be used as evidence in court.”

As Lynn read out the Miranda Rights Clause, Sarah and the other agents arrived in the backyard. The gunfight in the front yard was over, and all the bodyguards had been subdued or arrested.

“Detective, well done!” Sarah said breathlessly, a triumphant smile on her face.

Lynn nodded, but his expression remained serious. He knew that although Blackwood had been captured, the case was far from over. Other members of the Pure Human Organization were still at large, and many more victims needed justice.

Blackwood was helped up by Sarah and another agent. He was pale, but his eyes were still full of hatred.

“This won’t end, Lynn,” he whispered. “Do you think capturing me will stop everything? There are thousands more people supporting our cause!”

“Perhaps,” Lynn said calmly, “but at least today, justice has been served. Those dead mutants can rest in peace.”

Just then, Lynn's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID; it was an FBI call.

“Detective Lynn,” he answered the phone.

"Detective, this is command center," the operations commander's voice came through the phone. "We've just received information that a safe containing a large number of documents and hard drives was found in Blackwood's private office. Preliminary examination indicates that the materials contain a list of members and operational plans for the entire Pure Human Organization."

Lynn's eyes lit up immediately. "Great! Send a technical team to conduct a detailed analysis right away. We need to wipe out the entire organization!" After hanging up the phone, Lynn looked at Blackwood, who was handcuffed. This once powerful tycoon on Wall Street now looked so disheveled. His meticulously combed silver hair was now a mess, and his expensive suit was covered in dust and bloodstains.

“It seems your safe isn’t as secure as you thought,” Lynn said to Blackwood. “Your entire organization is doomed.”

Blackwood's face darkened further, but he maintained his last shred of defiance. "Even if you destroy the organization, you won't change anything. Conflict between humans and mutants is inevitable; it's the law of evolution!"

“Perhaps conflict is unavoidable,” Lynn said, “but choosing violence and hatred to solve problems is always a mistake. The real solution lies in understanding and tolerance, not fear and killing.”

By this time, more FBI vehicles and ambulances had arrived at the scene. The injured bodyguards were taken to the hospital for treatment, while the other arrested suspects were taken back to headquarters for interrogation.

Lynn glanced at his watch; it was already 10:00 AM. From receiving the intelligence to the successful arrest, the entire operation had taken less than three hours. But he knew the real work was just beginning. They needed to analyze the documents, track down other organization members, and ensure that all criminals involved in the murder of mutants received their due punishment.

“Sarah, make the arrangements. I want to interrogate Blackwood myself,” Lynn said to the young female agent. “At the same time, contact the prosecutor’s office and tell them we need the most serious charges possible.”

“Understood, Inspector!” Sarah replied.

As Blackwood was being led onto the prison van, he gave Lynn one last look. The arrogance that had filled his icy blue eyes was gone, replaced by deep resentment and despair.

“This is not the end, Lynn,” he said softly. “One day, you will understand that I was right.”

Lynn did not answer; he simply watched the prison van drive away.

“Detective, we should head back,” Sarah said, walking up to him. “Headquarters is waiting for our report.”

Lynn nodded, taking one last look at Blackwood's mansion. This building, once a symbol of wealth and power, now looked so empty and cold. Beneath its magnificent exterior lay the seeds of hatred and evil plans.

“Yes, let’s go,” Lynn said. “There’s still a lot of work to do.”

At 2 p.m., in the interrogation room of the FBI headquarters building in Manhattan, Lynn Hall sat across a metal table, staring at James Blackwood, who was handcuffed to a chair. After several hours of interrogation, the once-glorious Wall Street tycoon looked exhausted; his expensive custom-made suit was wrinkled, and his silver hair had lost its former luster.

“Do you have anything else to say, Blackwood?” Lynn’s voice was calm and firm, a thick stack of evidence documents spread out in front of him. “We have all the evidence that you funded the Human Purity Organization, including bank transfer records, meeting recordings, and confidential documents found in your safe.”

Blackwood looked up, a resentful glint in his icy blue eyes. "Detective, I request to see my lawyer. By law, I have the right to remain silent until my legal counsel arrives."

Lynn nodded. "Of course, that's your right. But I want to remind you that cooperating with the investigation is the best option for you. The families of the deceased mutants have the right to know the truth."

Just then, there was a knock on the interrogation room door. Sarah's voice came from outside: "Detective, there's an emergency that requires your attention."

Lynn frowned, got up, and walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw a worried look on Sarah's face.

“Detective, there’s a lot of people gathered outside the building. They’re protesting for Blackwood,” Sarah said in a low voice. “The situation is getting a bit out of control, and the media has arrived.”

"What?" Lynn was somewhat surprised. "Protesting what?"

“They claimed Blackwood was innocent, saying he was fighting to protect humanity. Many of them were family members of victims who had been harmed by mutants,” Sarah explained. “And prominent lawyer Benjamin Harrison was also present, claiming he would defend Blackwood.”

Lynn's expression turned serious. Benjamin Harrison, one of New York's most prominent criminal defense lawyers, specialized in defending controversial, high-profile cases. His presence meant the case would become even more complicated.

“I’ll go check on things,” Lynn said to Sarah, then turned to Blackwood and said, “The trial is suspended. You can wait for your lawyer.”

Lynn strode towards the building's lobby. Through the huge glass windows, he could see about two hundred people gathered on the street outside. The crowd held various signs that read "Free Blackwood," "Protect Human Rights," and "Mutant Threat Theory."

At the forefront of the crowd, a tall, middle-aged man was speaking into a megaphone into the building. That was Benjamin Harrison, fifty-eight years old, with graying hair and sharp green eyes. He wore an expensive dark blue suit, and his every gesture exuded the confidence and authority characteristic of a lawyer.

“I demand the immediate release of Mr. James Blackwood!” Benjamin’s voice carried clearly through the building via loudspeaker. “He is a legitimate businessman, a hero who fought to protect humanity from the threat of mutants! This arrest by the FBI is illegal and a violation of human rights!”

A burst of enthusiastic applause and shouts erupted from the crowd. Lynn could see that many of them wore expressions of anger and pain; these people were likely indeed victims of the mutant incident or their families.

A woman of about forty years old stood out in the crowd, holding a photograph in her arms—a photograph of a young boy. The woman's eyes were red and swollen, clearly from recent crying.

“My son Tommy was only twelve years old, and he died at the hands of an out-of-control mutant!” the woman screamed hoarsely. “Mr. Blackwood is speaking out for us victims, why arrest him? Those mutants are the real criminals!”

Voices of support rose from the crowd, and more and more people began to share their painful experiences. An elderly man with a cane raised his hand and shouted, "My leg was crippled by a mutant! They say it was an accident, but I lost my job, I lost everything!"

Lynn stood by the window, his emotions hardening. He understood the victims' pain and anger, but that couldn't justify Blackwood's crimes. Some mutants had indeed caused harm, but that didn't mean all mutants should be hated or killed.

At that moment, James Cook, the FBI headquarters security chief, approached Lynn. Cook was an experienced former police officer in charge of the building's security. (End of Chapter)