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

Upon hearing the sound, the clown's hair stood on end in an instant!

As a top assassin who has lived on the edge of death for over a decade, his physical reactions have long surpassed his brain's thinking!

Without the slightest hesitation, or even turning back to confirm, they did not look back.

He twisted his waist and turned around abruptly, his arm muscles tensing instantly, and pulled the trigger!

The entire movement was fluid and lightning fast!

"Bang!"

The Glock, fitted with a silencer, let out a deep, muffled growl.

A ball of orange-red flame briefly illuminated his face, which was slightly distorted with horror, under the dim green emergency light.

The bullet whistled through the air, striking precisely in the direction from which the sound came.

Then, it hit empty space.

The bullet embedded itself in the cold wall, scattering a tiny spark.

There was no one there.

It was as if what he had just said was just a hallucination caused by his excessive tension.

But the Joker knew it wasn't true!

That deadly sense of crisis, being targeted by a top predator, remained like a persistent, lingering wound, firmly anchored to his heart!

Just then.

That playful voice rang out once again.

This time, it no longer came from a fixed direction, but seemed to emerge simultaneously from all directions, from the pipes in the ceiling, from the cracks in the ground, and from every inch of wriggling shadow.

It carries a playful and mocking tone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Your magic tricks are terrible."

These words were like an invisible hammer blow, striking the Joker's heart hard!

magic.

This is the art he is proud of, a symbol that distinguishes him from those crude killers.

At that moment, he felt not anger at being exposed, but a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The other party not only saw through his tricks, but also showed contempt for everything he cherished most.

This kind of psychological crushing was more unbearable for him than death.

Extreme fear instantly transformed into hysterical madness.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The Joker has completely gone mad!

He let out a beastly roar, no longer caring about conserving ammunition, and began a frenzied barrage of fire into the surrounding darkness!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The flashes of gunfire illuminated the death corridor with flickering light.

Bullets rained down, ricocheting off walls and metal pipes with piercing whistles and sparks flying everywhere!

He tried to use this violent storm of metal to force the ghost hiding in the shadows out!

However, it was all in vain.

In his perception, that ghostly figure was completely unbound by the laws of physics.

In the intermittent light of the fire, a dark figure moved swiftly between the ventilation ducts in the walls and ceiling, its movements as light as a weightless ghost.

With every move he made, he perfectly predicted the bullet's trajectory.

In Lin Chen's eyes, every time the Joker pulled the trigger, the slightest deviation of the gun muzzle had already outlined the bullet's trajectory of death.

For him, dodging was as easy as breathing.

The magazine was emptied very quickly.

"Click".

The sound of the hammer striking the pin was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

It also tolled the death knell for the Joker.

In the brief moment of stiffness as he changed the magazine.

Lin Chen landed.

Silently.

Like a feather, it landed behind him.

The clown felt the sudden warmth from behind him, and his pupils contracted to their maximum!

He was just about to react.

It's too late.

A cold palm strike, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, slashed down.

Lin Chen's chop to the wrist of the clown holding the gun was incredibly precise!

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound as bone cracked!

A sharp pain shot through him, and the clown let out a muffled groan. His right hand instantly lost all strength, and the scalding Glock pistol clattered to the ground.

But he truly deserves to be called an S-class assassin.

In excruciating pain, he swiftly drew a sharp military dagger from his waist with his other hand and stabbed it behind his back!

This was his final counterattack!

However, this desperate attack was effortlessly caught by a hand, a hand that was bloodied and mangled and looked incredibly miserable.

Lin Chen grabbed his wrist holding the knife with one hand.

Then, give it a gentle twist.

"Snap!"

Another cracking sound of bone breaking!

The clown's left wrist was bent outward at an eerie angle, the white broken bone even piercing through the skin!

"ah--!"

This time, he could no longer suppress it and let out a piercing scream.

Lin Chen's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He raised his foot and delivered a clean, decisive kick to the clown's left knee.

"Bang!"

Another dull sound of bones cracking.

The clown's body could no longer support him; his legs buckled, and he collapsed heavily to his knees with a thud!

The once invincible S-class assassin now kneels before Lin Chen like a stray dog ​​with its spine broken, convulsing in excruciating pain.

Lin Chen raised his foot and stepped on the back of the clown's head, pressing his face hard against the cold, dirty cement floor.

He looked down at the former "artist" with a cold, emotionless voice.

"Who sent you?"

The clown's cheeks were rubbed raw and bleeding from the ground. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"It's...it's art..."

He was still trying to maintain his pitiful dignity.

Lin Chen's gaze turned cold.

He suddenly increased the pressure on his feet.

"Click...click..."

The clown felt his skull groaning under the weight, as if it were about to be crushed in the next second!

The fear of death, like icy seawater, overwhelmed his last shred of will.

Just as his mental defenses completely collapsed.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in the depths of Lin Chen's eyes.

[Basic Hypnotic Suggestion], activated!

Extreme fear is the best hypnotic medium.

The clown's eyes, bloodshot from pain, instantly became unfocused and empty, losing all their luster.

Lin Chen's voice, like the whisper of a devil, rang out again.

"Who is your employer?"

The clown's lips moved mechanically, uttering emotionless syllables.

"It was... a middleman who contacted us... I don't know who the employer is... I only know... his surname is Zhao..."

Zhao!

A cold glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

It really was that idiot who was jumping around all the time!

Zhao Tianba!

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Lin Chen lost all interest in wasting time arguing with him.

He raised his foot and delivered a clean, powerful blow to the clown's neck.

The clown groaned and passed out completely.

Lin Chen glanced at his mangled hands, frowned slightly, then bent down and, like dragging a dead dog, grabbed the clown by the collar and pulled him toward the stairwell not far away.