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"Second team reports: We have reached the perimeter of the control center and spotted two targets, possibly Caravaggio and Weber."

"The third team reports that the emergency exits have been secured, and an explosive device has been discovered and is being dismantled."

Everything was proceeding according to plan. Lynn felt that the professionalism of this operation far surpassed any previous mission.

"Prepare for the assault! Three, two, one, move out!"

Explosions rang out, and the first team rushed into the underground laboratory.

Explosions echoed through the underground facility, and three assault teams simultaneously sprang into action. Lynn followed the first team into the familiar underground laboratory; this time, they were prepared.

The four mutants inside the lab had clearly recovered and were prepared. As the FBI special operations team stormed in, "Lightning" immediately raised his hands, unleashing powerful arcs of electricity towards the entrance.

"Electromagnetic pulse, now!" Commander Blake ordered.

"Disruptor" immediately activated his specialized equipment. A powerful electromagnetic wave instantly filled the entire laboratory, causing the displays of all electronic devices to flicker. More importantly, "Lightning's" abilities were severely disrupted; the arc of electricity in his hand became unstable and even began to backfire on him.

"Ah! My power!" Lightning stared in horror at his out-of-control hands.

The "magnet" attempted to control the metal objects in the laboratory to launch an attack, but found its abilities were also affected. The metal objects only vibrated slightly and were completely unable to launch an effective attack.

“This is impossible!” Magnet roared angrily.

“Teleportation tracker activated,” the Locator reported. “The 'Ghost's' location has been locked, and the next teleportation point is predicted to be…”

Just as "Ghost" was about to teleport away, the special equipment emitted a strong spatial interference wave. His teleportation failed, and he fell to the ground, appearing to be in great pain.

“Spatial abilities require precise positioning,” Commander Blake explained. “Disrupting his spatial perception will prevent teleportation.”

Now only "Giant" remained. This mutant with superhuman strength roared and charged towards the FBI team. His strength was truly astonishing; the sound of his footsteps shook the entire basement.

"Liquid nitrogen weapon, ready!" "The Frozen One" raised his special weapon, a backpack liquid nitrogen jet that could reduce the temperature of a target area to extremely low levels in seconds.

"The Giant" swung his fist at the nearest teammate, but "The Frozen One" fired in time. Ultra-low temperature liquid nitrogen was sprayed directly onto "The Giant," instantly forming frost on his skin and muscles.

The giant's movements immediately became sluggish, and he was horrified to find his strength rapidly draining away. The extreme cold not only affected his muscle function but also his nerve responses.

"All targets are in control!" Commander Blake reported. "First team completes mission."

Lynn stared at the sight before him, both shocked and filled with admiration. Professional equipment and training truly could counter seemingly invincible supernatural forces. Those mutants who had nearly killed him were now incapacitated.

"Second team reporting," a voice came through the headset, "We have taken control of the control center, located Caravaggio and Weber, and a large amount of research data."

“Very good,” Commander Blake responded, “How is the third group doing?”

"The third team reports that the emergency exits have been completely sealed off. We have also discovered a hidden weapons cache containing a large amount of experimental equipment, etc., and there are other people present."

"Others?" Commander Blake frowned.

"They look like researchers, about five or six of them, and they appear to be destroying data. They've been apprehended."

"Understood, continue cleaning up the scene."

Lynn began to carefully observe the four subdued mutants. "Lightning" was still suffering from the electromagnetic interference; his body twitched constantly, but he could no longer generate any electricity. "Magnet" attempted to use his powers, but could only cause nearby metal to vibrate weakly. "Ghost" lay on the ground, clearly severely injured by the failed teleportation. "Giant" was frozen almost immobile by liquid nitrogen, his massive body curled up in a ball.

"Are they still in danger?" Lynn asked.

“Not in the short term,” Commander Blake replied, “but we need to use special restraint devices. These superhumans recover very quickly, and ordinary handcuffs cannot control them for long.”

The special operations team members began using specially designed restraint devices. These devices looked like props from a science fiction movie: handcuffs that could continuously emit electromagnetic interference, spatial anchoring devices to prevent teleportation, cryogenic restraints, and so on.

"How were these devices developed?" Sarah asked curiously.

"Twenty years of experience," Commander Blake replied succinctly. "Every time we encounter superhumans, we learn something new and then improve our equipment and tactics."

After dealing with the four mutants, the first team began a thorough search of the laboratory. Lynn discovered that the equipment here was more complex and advanced than he had seen before.

“Look here,” the technician said, pointing to a huge culture tank, “there’s some kind of biological agent inside, possibly used to modify the human body.”

The culture vessel was filled with a green liquid, in which floated some tissues that looked like organs. Just looking at it was unsettling.

“And these records,” Lynn said, pointing to the charts on the wall, “record at least twenty different subjects, of whom only four were successful.”

“What about the other sixteen?” Sarah asked worriedly.

“Based on these records,” Commander Blake reviewed the data, “most of the experiments failed, resulting in death; only a few survived, but none gained superpowers.”

Lynn was furious. These mad scientists were conducting such cruel human experiments in order to create super-powered soldiers.

"Second team, here," an urgent call came through the headset, "We need backup, we've discovered more."

"What's going on?" Commander Blake asked.

"There's a massive server system in the control center storing all the data from Project Vulcan. But Caravaggio is trying to trigger a self-destruct sequence to delete all evidence."

"Stop him immediately!" Commander Blake ordered, then said to the first team, "We're going to support the second team."

They moved quickly toward the control center. Through the underground corridor, Lynn saw more astonishing facilities: rows of laboratories, storage rooms filled with various reagents, and even a small medical center.

“This is practically an underground research facility,” Sarah observed.

Upon arriving at the control center, Lynn saw Caravaggio and Weber under control. Caravaggio was still wearing his expensive tuxedo, but now looked disheveled. Weber's leg injury hadn't fully healed, and he was handcuffed to a chair. "The self-destruct mechanism has been activated," a tech expert reported, "but we've successfully prevented data deletion. Most of the files have been preserved."

“Very good,” Commander Black nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Caravaggio. “Victor Caravaggio, you have been arrested on multiple charges, including funding illegal human experimentation, threatening public safety, and assaulting federal agents.”

Caravaggio sneered, "You think capturing me will stop everything? Project Vulcan is far larger than you imagine; I'm just one link in the chain."

“Then tell us where the other parts are,” Lynn demanded directly.

“I won’t say anything,” Caravaggio refused to cooperate.

“We have all the data,” Commander Blake said. “Your cooperation or not will not change anything.”

Weber looked even more desperate than Caravaggio. "Is it all over?"

“Yes, for you,” Lynn replied, “but for the victims, justice has only just begun.”

Over the next few hours, the special operations team conducted a thorough search of the entire underground facility. They discovered a large amount of evidence:
Experimental records show that "Project Vulcan" had been running for three years, with a total of 47 human experiments conducted, of which only 8 were somewhat successful. The four mutants in the laboratory were the most successful examples, while the other four weaker mutants were assigned to other missions.

Financial records show that the entire scheme was funded by a complex network of sources, involving black market transactions, illegal arms sales, and drug trafficking in multiple countries. Caravaggio was just one of the funders; the real masterminds were others.

Communication records show that "Project Vulcan" was linked to criminal organizations in at least five different countries, who planned to sell these super-powered soldiers to the highest bidder.

“This is far more serious than we imagined,” Commander Blake said after reviewing all the documents. “This is not an isolated crime, but an international conspiracy.”

“We need to notify Interpol,” Lynn suggested. “Other countries may be facing similar threats.”

“It’s already underway,” Commander Blake replied. “A threat of this level requires international cooperation to address.”

By 6:00 AM, the cleanup operation was largely complete. All suspects had been safely transferred, experimental equipment had been seized, and data had been backed up. The four mutants were sent to a specialized security facility capable of long-term control and research of superhumans.

"Third team reporting," the final message came through the headset, "we've located a submarine on the coast with three people attempting to escape; they have been apprehended."

“A submarine?” Lynn asked in surprise.

“Small-sized, likely used to transport important personnel or supplies,” Commander Blake explained. “It seems they do indeed have a complete escape plan.”

On the way back to Earth, Lynn felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. The case, which began as a simple case of teenage drug trafficking, ultimately uncovered an international supernatural threat. Despite the perilous journey, justice was finally served.

“Detective Hall,” Commander Black said to Lynn before parting, “you performed exceptionally well in this case. The Special Operations Team would like to welcome you anytime.”

“Thank you, but I feel I’m better suited to regular FBI work,” Lynn replied. “However, I’d be happy to cooperate if a similar situation arises again.”

“There will definitely be,” Commander Blake said meaningfully. “The world is more complex and dangerous than most people imagine.”

At 8:00 AM, all personnel returned to the FBI field office. The media had already gathered at the entrance, but according to confidentiality agreements, no information regarding the superhumans could be disclosed. The official announcement was that the FBI had successfully dismantled an international criminal organization, arrested multiple suspects, and seized a large quantity of illegal weapons and drugs.

“So the public will never know the truth?” Sarah asked Lynn privately.

“Perhaps this is better,” Lynn replied. “If people knew that superpowered individuals really existed, it might cause panic.”

"But what about the families of the victims?"

“They will receive compensation, but they won’t know the specific reason,” Lynn said. “It’s for the greater public good.”

At the precinct, Lynn began writing a detailed case report. This report would be classified as top secret, accessible only to a select few. He needed to record every detail to prepare for similar threats in the future.

At 3 p.m., Emily Hart arrived at the precinct.

“I heard the operation was a success,” she said with a smile. “Congratulations, Lynn.”

“Thank you for your help,” Lynn said sincerely. “Without you, we could not have gotten close to Caravaggio.”

“That’s what I should do,” Emily replied. “As a prosecutor, I also have a responsibility to fight crime.”

"How will this case be handled now?" Lynn asked.

“Caravaggio and Weber will face trial in federal court,” Emily said, “but the classified parts will be heard in a secret court. The public trial will only cover the routine criminal charges.”

"What about the mutants?"

“They will be held in special facilities,” Emily replied. “The legal system is not yet ready to handle this kind of case, and a new legal framework may need to be developed.”

As evening fell, Lynn finally had time to review the entire case.

“Detective,” Sarah said, entering the office, “all the follow-up arrangements have been made. The threatened families have been protected, and the coerced teenagers are receiving psychological treatment.”

“Very good,” Lynn nodded. “They are all the real victims in this case.”

“There’s one more thing,” Sarah continued, “the director wants to see you; he might be considering a promotion.”

Lynn smiled. "The promotion can wait. Right now, I just want to go home and get some rest."

At 9 p.m., Lynn finally returned to her apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

He inserted the key into the lock, the sound of it turning particularly crisp in the hallway. He pushed open the door, and the sound of a television came from the living room; Gwen was sitting on the sofa watching the news.

"Brother!" Gwen turned around immediately upon hearing the door open. "You're finally back! I saw on the news that the FBI had a big operation today. Are you alright?"

Looking at her sister's concerned expression, Lynn felt a surge of warmth in her heart. (End of Chapter)