You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

At the end of the corridor, the male doctor pushing the medicine cart was stopped by two fully armed special police officers at the ward door.

"Routine inspection."

The SWAT officer's tone was icy, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and the muzzle of his assault rifle was slightly lowered, forming a standard alert stance.

"Doctor, my identification."

The man spoke, his voice steady and devoid of any emotion.

He took his work ID out of the pocket of his white coat and handed it over.

The special police officer took the photo and information, carefully checked them, and then confirmed them again with the monitoring room via earpiece.

"Information confirmed, proceed with clearance."

Upon receiving the order, the two special police officers stepped aside to clear the way.

The man nodded slightly, pushing the stainless steel cart. The wheels rubbed against the smooth floor, making a soft, monotonous "rolling" sound.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent corridor.

He walked to the door of the ward and pushed open the heavy door.

The door hinges turned without making a sound.

The tense atmosphere between the two women in the ward seemed to freeze slightly after his intrusion.

Lin Chen remained seated on the edge of the bed, his back to the door.

He didn't stop peeling the apple, but his wrist movements seemed to slow down a little.

Su Qingge's icy gaze swept over immediately, filled with scrutiny and vigilance.

Ye Qingcheng, lying on the hospital bed, instinctively hugged Lin Chen's arm even tighter, like a frightened kitten.

"Miss Ye, it's time to change the dressing."

The male doctor's voice remained steady. He pushed the cart to the other side of the bed, skillfully picked up a syringe that was already filled with clear liquid from the tray, and expelled the air from it.

"I'll do it."

His movements were professional and precise; he bent down, ready to administer an intravenous injection to Ye Qingcheng.

The entire process was flawless.

However, just as he bent down, Lin Chen's fingers, which were peeling the apple, paused slightly.

He kept his head down, his gaze seemingly still focused on the apple in his hand.

But out of the corner of his eye, through the mirror-like blade of the fruit knife in his hand, he could see everything behind him.

[Divine Insight], now activated!

In an instant, the entire world transformed into countless surging streams of data in Lin Chen's eyes!

The man reflected in the blade was magnified and analyzed in every detail!

His right hand, which held the syringe, was covered with a thick layer of dark yellow calluses at the base of his index finger and the web of his thumb! These were not the marks left by a doctor holding a pen for many years, but rather the marks honed by years of friction with some kind of hard, cold instrument—gun calluses!

A faint, peculiar smell of metal and oil mixed together entered Lin Chen's nostrils.

That's not the smell of formaldehyde from a hospital, but the smell of top-grade gun care oil – "Barston"!

The man's breathing was frighteningly steady, and his heart rate was even lower than that of an adult male in a normal sleep state!

This is not the state a doctor should be in when about to save a life; rather, it is the extreme calmness of a top predator adjusting its bodily functions to the peak before launching a fatal attack!

The most deadly!

It was his eyes!

Through the reflection of the blade, Lin Chen could clearly see that the eyes hidden behind the lenses were so cold that they were devoid of any human emotion!

His gaze wasn't focused on the veins in Ye Qingcheng's wrist at all; instead, like a venomous snake, it was fixed on her snow-white, slender neck—the location of her carotid artery!

Killing intent!

The killing intent was so palpable it almost overflowed from those eyes!

All the clues connected and closed in Lin Chen's mind in a fraction of a second!

It's him!

clown!

In a flash, the man disguised as a doctor moved!

The needle in his hand did not pierce Ye Qingcheng's wrist, but instead, like a viper striking, it went straight for her neck!

fast!

It's almost at its limit!

However, someone was faster than him!

Just as the needle was about to pierce Ye Qingcheng's skin!

Lin Chen suddenly turned around!

He didn't even stand up; his body, seated in the chair, unleashed terrifying abdominal strength like a spring!

A flick of the wrist!

"call out--!"

A streak of silver light shot out from his hand!

The fruit knife, which he had sharpened to an razor-sharp edge, drew a deadly arc in the air, whistling sharply as it struck first despite being hit later!

"clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang!

The blade tip struck the slender needle with perfect precision!

The immense kinetic energy exploded instantly, and the syringe filled with deadly poison was smashed in half. Half of the syringe flew high into the air, and the liquid inside splashed onto the ceiling, making a hissing, corrosive sound!

The clown's pupils contracted violently!

His reaction was faster than a human's; he missed his first strike and didn't linger in the fight!

He kicked hard at the stainless steel cart next to him!

"Splash—!"

The cart overturned, and the bottles of alcohol and medicine piled on it shattered with a crash!

But the expected scene of liquid splashing did not occur; instead, thick white smoke billowed up!

Smoke bomb!

"Grab him! He's the Joker!"

Lin Chen's roar exploded in the ward like a thunderclap!

Thick white smoke instantly engulfed everything, making it impossible to see anything!

In the smoke, a dark figure tore off its white coat, revealing a black, tight-fitting combat suit underneath, and rushed out of the ward like a ghost!

"Don't move!"

"stop!"

Chaos erupted in the corridor instantly, with acrid smoke mixed with the smell of gunpowder, and the shouts of SWAT officers and the screams of medical staff all mingling together.

The bullets whistled through the air, scattering sparks against the walls!

But the Joker's movements were extremely unpredictable. He darted through the hail of bullets like a fish, using the smoke and panicked crowd as cover, and desperately rushed towards the elevator at the end of the corridor!

"Chase!"

Su Qingge was the first to react, drawing her sidearm and following closely behind with her lithe figure!

Lin Chen shoved the terrified Ye Qingcheng back onto the bed, told her "Don't move," and then pounced out like a cheetah!

Elevator lobby.

With a "ding," an elevator door opened.

Without hesitation, the clown dashed inside and frantically pressed the close button!

Lin Chen and Su Qingge arrived one after the other!

The heavy metal elevator doors slowly closed before their eyes.

Through the crack in the door, the clown's cold eyes stared intently at Lin Chen.

He slowly raised his hand and made a clear, unmistakable throat-slitting gesture towards Lin Chen.

Then, the elevator doors slammed shut with a loud bang.

Lin Chen stared at the red numbers above the elevator that kept jumping downwards: 10…9…8…

He is going downhill.

Su Qingge was so angry that she punched the elevator door.

"Damn it! Tell the people downstairs to seal off all exits!"

However, Lin Chen stared intently at the descending number, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

wrong!

Everything is going too smoothly!

From the moment he lost his grip to his escape, and then to entering the elevator, it all seemed like a pre-rehearsed script!

Would an S-class top assassin escape in such a foolish way?

An elevator is an enclosed space; if the first floor is sealed off, it's like trapping a turtle in a jar!

unless……

A terrifying thought flashed through Lin Chen's mind like lightning!

His gaze suddenly turned back, shooting towards the VIP ward that was still filled with white smoke!

A diversionary tactic!