Darkstone Code
Chapter 51 - 0051 Cycle of cause and effect, endless rebirth

Chapter 51: 0051 Cycle of cause and effect, endless rebirth

Dead silence!

Whether it was in the room or another room, it was dead silent.

The purple light source only revealed a splash of stains in the corner of the wall, nothing shocking, not even a bit!

The leader of the action team in the other room suddenly slapped the table. According to the plan, all these coins should have been specially processed and have fluorescent reactions as "evidence". As long as these evidences shine, it would be enough from the process to prove that Lynch hired some people to collect coins in the market, with the purpose of handing them to Mr. Fox, allowing him to use laundry services to quickly clean the dirty money and then deposit it in the bank.

It is a complete workflow, although from the current perspective, every step seems legal, but any rational person can see some illegal parts in each legal step.

For instance, the price of washing clothes in Mr. Fox’s laundry might already exceed the value of the clothes themselves.

Or, those washing clothes keep putting cleaned clothes back for repeated washing, which in itself is problematic.

Everyone who learns about this case will discover the problems within, but discovering does not mean they have to accept legal punishment.

Everyone knows they must not do bad things, yet there will always be someone doing bad things while remaining free, because evidence is needed.

The value of evidence and law isn’t just for punishing bad people but also to prevent certain special groups from recklessly controlling the country and society.

Everyone must follow the rules to play the game. Whoever breaks the rules is the enemy of all.

They need to present evidence for the judge to have a chance to accept their claims, but the problem now is, they cannot produce evidence, even though everyone knows the people in the room have issues.

The coins quietly lying in the cart showed no indicative fluorescent reactions, just a dark blur, even the imprints were invisible.

After about a minute of deadly silence, the investigator forcefully knocked the UV light several times, then shouted for another one, thinking there might be an issue with the lamp.

The newly sent lamp was the same, unable to reveal any mind-boggling evidence. It was then he and those behind him realized why, from the beginning, Lynch had been so calm; he must have known about the investigation methods.

The action team and experts were discussing how to remedy this, which is also why case-solving with coins for money laundering is difficult to capture evidence.

Unlike paper money, where besides anti-counterfeit methods, there are serial numbers. As long as it’s real money, the serial number is unique. They can "produce" a batch of dirty money, first registering serial numbers in the presence of three parties, then release them, and finally net them.

Coins don’t work; they don’t have serial numbers or other things that can be used as evidence. Hence, evidence collection is difficult, and they thought of using fluorescent agents but ultimately failed.

The room lights turned back on, Lynch chuckled a few times, "I still don’t quite understand, where’s the evidence?" He tapped his fingers against the sofa’s armrest, producing a dull sound, "Our time is very precious..."

After some time of discussion, the team leader sighed. At this point, detaining these people held no more value.

The investigator in the room looked at Lynch with a very poor complexion, since Lynch arrived, the situation had spiraled out of control step by step. The entire action team realized Lynch might have seen through their tricks long ago. They mistakenly thought Fox was the one leading the entire scheme, which was their main reason for failure.

The young investigator packed up his things and walked up to Lynch. He sized Lynch up, the latter fearlessly maintained his good demeanor while also looking at him. They looked at each other briefly, and the man pointed his finger at Lynch’s chest, "We will catch you."

Lynch smiled brightly and said, "I’m looking forward to that day!"

After watching the departing investigator, the people in the room finally breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Fox, who had been standing, now had weak knees and sat down again.

He hadn’t expected to not only alarm the Tax Bureau but also the FBI, which made him feel like escaping a disaster with everything going smoothly.

Lynch’s expression showed little joy. Just as Mr. Fox was about to say something, Lynch stopped him with a look. Coincidentally, Mr. Fox’s lawyer finally arrived late.

While tidying his tie, he apologized for his lateness with a look of regret, "The city center is too congested at this time; I waited for several traffic lights..."

Mr. Fox, visibly upset, took out his checkbook, signed a hundred-dollar check, and stuffed it into the lawyer’s pocket, "You can leave now!"

The lawyer, although unsure what had happened, realized he might have ruined his business. He wanted to explain that he truly didn’t intend to be late, but Mr. Fox clearly didn’t want to talk to him, making him understand the matter couldn’t be salvaged.

Once he left, Lynch reminded, "Aren’t you here to conduct business..."

Later, the two had a private conversation, and it was clear that today’s events deeply moved Mr. Fox.

"Don’t laugh at me; my legs are still a bit weak..." he patted his knees, "The FBI got involved; maybe...we should run?"

At bottom, his Gaitenau Financial Company is just a financial company, far less prominent than gangs blacklisted by major institutions. Compared to those big gangs, he’s not notably conspicuous.

He had never been through such a scene, previously only dealing with the Tax Bureau, Police Station, now even the FBI appeared, meaning he might enjoy treatment that only major gang leaders received.

Non-stop 24-hour surveillance, phone monitoring, even the invasion of office or living spaces with listening devices; all public or private matters would be scrutinized, all to put him behind bars.

This thought frightened him, though he had the awareness, but it didn’t mean he’s willing to go to jail.

Lynch, however, remained composed, not panicked at all, "We are doing legal business, protected by federal law, why run?" He casually flipped through the newspaper on the table, "Remember to make the accounts look good, be solid, don’t give anyone the chance to target you."

"If they can’t get you, those hidden black holes won’t be discovered, judges won’t accept their claims, and the public won’t sit by as they abuse their power."

"The more afraid you are, the more it suggests you’re guilty. The guiltier you feel, the more people believe you have problems. When that day comes, even if you’re innocent, people will think you have issues, endorsing actions that seem against the rules to us."

"So, don’t be afraid, do what you need to do, as long as it’s done beautifully, no one can handle us!"

"After all, this is a society governed by law!"

Mr. Fox completely didn’t know where Lynch got the courage to confront the FBI and the Federal Tax Bureau so firmly, attributing it to the boldness of youth.

Yet, it seemed something within was changing.

This abrupt, unconventional summons didn’t change anything. Oh no, it might change a person or a family, but not Lynch and his family.

The next morning, Lynch obtained the phone number of the director’s office at the Federal Tax Bureau in Sabin City through Vera’s accounting firm.

The situation had progressed to a point where it should end soon. Since it started with one person, it should also end with one person.

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