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

There were five workers in that team.

They wore matching blue work clothes and low-brimmed baseball caps, pushing heavy display racks that made a monotonous creaking sound as they rolled along the empty corridor.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

But Lin Chen's gaze was fixed on the person at the end of the line.

The man appeared somewhat hunched over, and his movements as he pushed the display stand seemed laborious, as if he were dragging a heavy burden with every step. Every move he made exuded a weariness that came from being weighed down by life.

However, under Lin Chen's god-like insight, all the disguises were exposed.

Beneath the low-hanging brim of the hat, a pair of eyes moved at an astonishing speed, scanning rapidly across the monitoring angles and rotation cycles of every camera on the ceiling in an almost scanning manner.

His seemingly hunched back was actually as straight as a javelin.

The core muscles of the waist and abdomen are always in a state of tension and readiness, a kind of muscle memory that only a body that has undergone top-level training can maintain.

Most importantly, it's his hands.

Porters' hands, which deal with rough, heavy objects year after year, are bound to be covered with calluses, have large knuckles, and dry, cracked skin.

Although this person's hands were specially coated with a layer of machine oil and dust, they still couldn't hide the slender and well-proportioned knuckles and the round and full fingertips.

Those were the hands of an artist, or perhaps a magician.

A pair of hands that can only be achieved through years of practicing extreme hand micro-management, resulting in hands of unparalleled dexterity.

found it.

A playful smile curved at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

But he didn't act immediately.

An instinct born of fighting told him that things weren't that simple.

Not right.

Something's really wrong.

"The Magician" Jack, an Interpol S-class Red Notice fugitive, is a ghost who can manipulate French special police at will.

How could a criminal of this caliber make such a basic mistake?

How could he so easily expose himself to the nose of a security commander?

This is not reasonable.

Lin Chen's gaze sharpened, sweeping across the worker's neck.

In his field of vision, there was an extremely fine, almost negligible color difference between the skin behind the person's ear and the skin on their neck.

That was the edge of the human skin mask.

But this disguise technique... is far too clumsy.

It's so bad it looks like it was made on purpose, waiting for people to discover it.

In a flash, a thought exploded in Lin Chen's mind!

This is bait!

A live target used to draw all the police's attention.

The real "magician" wanted to use this carefully prepared double to draw all the security forces away, while he himself would take the opportunity to stage a real covert operation from another unnoticed corner!

What a clever deception.

Lin Chen sneered inwardly, but his face remained expressionless, and even his eyes showed no fluctuation.

He strode forward, pretending to be on patrol, and walked towards the group of workers.

The distance between the two sides is constantly closing.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

Just as Lin Chen brushed past the disguised worker...

His right hand seemed to casually brush across the seam of his trousers, but the tips of his index and middle fingers flicked almost imperceptibly at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.

A nanotracker, smaller than a grain of rice and shimmering with a metallic luster, was released from my hand.

It traced a silent path in the air, and with perfect precision, stuck to the edge of the worker's dusty shoe sole.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, happening without a sound.

After doing all this, Lin Chen didn't stop walking at all, as if nothing had happened.

He walked straight through the corridor, out of the main exhibition hall, and into a blind spot of the surveillance cameras.

He raised his hand, pressed the miniature earpiece hidden under his collar, and connected to Su Qingge's channel.

"The bait has been brought in."

Lin Chen's voice was low, yet it carried a calm and composed air of complete control.

"Pass the word down: everyone stay where you are and don't disturb him."

"I want to see who this fish is trying to catch."

On the other end of the phone, although Su Qingge was filled with doubts, she immediately replied out of absolute trust in Lin Chen:

"receive!"

at the same time.

In the core exhibition hall that Lin Chen had just left, in an inconspicuous, shadowy corner.

A pair of amused eyes were fixed on Lin Chen's receding figure through the thick bulletproof glass.

The owner of these eyes was dressed in a black suit that was indistinguishable from the security personnel around him, and had a perfectly forged work ID hanging on his chest.

He is the real "magician" Jack.

He watched as Lin Chen brushed past his bait without reacting.

"The police in the East are still too green."

A disdainful smile curled at the corners of Jack's lips as he whispered something only he could hear.

"If you can't even see through such an obvious bait, this game is really... boring."

He thought he was the lurking oriole, manipulating everyone around him.

But he will never know.

Just over ten minutes ago, Lin Chen pretended to be checking the airtightness of the display case glass, seemingly wiping the connection between the glass and the base with his fingers.

In reality, another nano tracker of the same specifications had been quietly affixed to the most concealed spot on the dark blue velvet base of the "Heart of the Ocean".

From the very beginning, Lin Chen's goal was not to capture people.

It was the diamond.

As long as the diamond remains in his control, no matter how many tricks the magician pulls.

In the end, they will all just be the fish caught in the net.