I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 7 The Beginning of Revenge

"..."

Lin Chen crumpled the instruction manual into a ball, took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it into the glass.

Watching the instruction manual burn, he murmured softly:

"So... the Investigation Bureau is also preparing to deal with Optimus Prime... and has even prepared countermeasures..."

He recalled Jiang Zhengge's indifferent expression when he appeared at the site of the Tiejiao Bridge collapse, and suddenly he understood many things.

Why was Section 1 of the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations involved in the bridge collapse?

Perhaps they have already discovered quite a bit of information.

However, judging from the handwriting, they do not seem to intend to use "killing Qingtian" as their primary means, but rather to use a propaganda war.

But Lin Chen knew he couldn't wait for a war of words.

If the information from "Mirage City" is correct, the Foundation's spies must have already been planted nearby.

After the commendation ceremony, Lin Chen and Huihui's lives will enter their final countdown.

He had to act before that.

The Investigation Bureau is, after all, an independent agency with a powerful background, but Lin Chen is just an ordinary person.

Huihui was just an ordinary girl.

When the rains of time fell, they had already given their all simply by struggling not to drown.

Now that things have come to this, if he does not fight back, he will surely perish.

"..."

Lin Chen raised his wrist and glanced at the time: 12:23 noon.

"Let's begin."

Lin Chen put the shotgun into a long bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out of the room.

A faint chill swept over him, and Lin Chen looked up and exhaled a breath of white air, watching it dissipate into the white rain curtain.

As the sunlight spread out, the outline of the world gradually turned into pure white in Lin Chen's eyes—the "Mirage City" descended before him.

......

Ninety-one floors of the building, in a dark bedroom.

"The target has left the residence."

The observer moved their eyes away from the edge of the subspace lens and looked behind them.

A gunman in full tactical gear was sitting on a sofa, loading ammunition into a pistol magazine one round at a time.

"The big one left?" he said casually.

"Yes, the little girl is left alone next door."

The observer once again brought his eyes close to the subspace lens and looked at Huihui's house.

In his eyes, a blurry white object remained alone on the bed in the bedroom, motionless, seemingly asleep.

"What did they say?" the observer asked softly.

"Same as always, eliminate them immediately after the commendation ceremony. If there are any witnesses, carry out targeted eliminations according to the direction of public opinion," the gunman muttered.

Both of them belong to the foundation's "Public Opinion Execution Department" and have been observing Lin Chen and Huihui here for a long time.

"If you ask me, we can take action now," the observer muttered. "The regulatory authorities said yesterday that Lin Chen's account is almost empty. He's probably out delivering food today and won't be back anytime soon..."

"Whatever, there's no way to get rid of him completely in one go," the gunman said. "We'll have to wait for that kid to come back before dealing with him."

"What's the point of dealing with it? Just frame him. Put the blame for that girl's death on him."

The observer spoke, stood up, and placed the subspace lens on the ground:

"I'm going to the restroom, can you answer the phone?"

"Excessive urination due to death."

The gunman placed the pistol on the coffee table, got up, walked to the wall, picked up the subspace lens, and began to observe the wall.

"..."

The observer pushed open the bathroom door and walked in, humming a little tune as he used the toilet while scrolling through his phone.

To be honest, he was already thinking about closing the deal as soon as possible. After all, this kind of low-threat target was considered a small job in the execution department, the pay was so-so, and he still had to wait a long time.

High-threat targets are at least more exciting to participate in and more rewarding, while those that can be handled by the media enforcement department are at most high-threat targets like retired soldiers or gang leaders, which don't involve much risk.

If it weren't for the fear of unnecessary public opinion spreading before the commendation ceremony, they would have already taken action against this young man and the little girl.

"Public opinion management is an art..."

The observer put on his pants and pressed the flush button on the toilet.

He turned around, just about to leave the restroom, when he suddenly heard a soft hum from the ventilation duct above his head:

"Um?"

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the gunman in the living room suddenly sat up and turned to look at the bathroom:

"Hey! What's going on?"

He reached for the pistol on the coffee table, and the next second, it was struck by a shower of sparks—

"Bang!"

The pistol flew to another corner of the room and landed behind the bookshelf.

"Don't move."

The gunman looked up and saw a figure wearing a raincoat and a mask standing at the toilet door.

He held a revolver shotgun in both hands, the muzzle of which, fitted with a homemade silencer, was aimed at the gunman.

At his feet, the gunman saw the observer's half-body sticking out of the toilet: the guy was clearly unconscious.

"Hand over your terminal," Lin Chen said softly.

A thousand possible scenarios flashed through the gunman's mind: This guy looks like an amateur... with that broken silencer made from a metal can... amateurish crime?

After a quick thought, the gunman spoke softly:

"Don't be impulsive. What are you talking about regarding terminals? Let's talk slowly..."

But before he could finish speaking, he saw sparks fly from the muzzle of the shotgun—

"Bang!"

"Hmm!"

He clutched his groin, fell to the ground in pain, his face pale, and could only let out weak groans.

Lin Chen slowly walked to the gunman's side, kicked him so that he turned around, and then casually took out a small terminal from the gunman's external ammunition pouch.

How did he know... the terminal was here?

The gunman watched anxiously as Lin Chen put the terminal into his pocket. Before he could think any further, he saw Lin Chen raise his shotgun and aim it at his head.

"No..."

He managed to squeeze out a single word, and the next second, Lin Chen pulled the trigger:

"Bang!"

The non-lethal training round struck the gunman in the head, knocking him unconscious.

After confirming that he was incapacitated, Lin Chen took a deep breath and pressed his temples.

A white light flickered before his eyes: the "Mirage City" had descended once more, and he surveyed the entire room within the white city.

After confirming that no one else was around, Lin Chen withdrew from sight and gently rubbed his burning temples.

The day after obtaining the "Mirage City", Lin Chen discovered two assassins hiding in the building opposite.

That night, he pretended to take a walk, exploring the entire atrium and the surrounding floors. Then he returned home and used "Mirage City" to extract every detail that he couldn't notice in the real world.

Then he overheard the conversation between the two assassins.

Before assassinating Qingtian, Lin Chen must eliminate these two informants.

They will most likely begin their operation after the awards ceremony starts, which would put Huihui in danger.

"..."

Lin Chen flung the shotgun's cylinder aside, ejected four spent cartridges, and only then did he realize that his hands were trembling.

In the dark bedroom, he practiced the current action countless times, but when it came to actually doing it, his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

"call..."

Lin Chen took a deep breath and exhaled to calm himself down.

He slung the shotgun over his shoulder, then took out the terminal he had seized from the gunman and looked at the screen.

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