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

A chilling killing intent, mixed with gunpowder smoke and the smell of mildew, instantly solidified in the cramped room.

Su Qingge's eyes were as sharp as a scalpel.

She was like a fully drawn bow, her index finger already on the trigger guard. In just a fraction of a second, she could make the head of this "bald, strong man" bloom into a bloody red flower.

The SWAT team members behind her quickly dispersed, forming a semi-circular encirclement. Several dark gun barrels locked onto the only survivor in the room from different angles.

The air was incredibly oppressive.

However, at this tense moment, when the swords were about to be drawn and ready to strike, a conflict was imminent.

The "Poisonous Bee," with a gun pointed at his forehead, a scar on his face, and a fierce look in his eyes, made a move that surprised everyone.

Instead of surrendering, he twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that looked completely out of place, carrying a hint of laziness and roguishness.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse, rough voice, yet with a familiar, teasing tone, rang out lazily.

"Captain Su, your marksmanship is good, but be careful not to accidentally discharge the gun."

"This outfit of mine is quite expensive; you can't afford to pay for it if you ruin it."

Su Qingge trembled violently!

For the first time, a blank expression appeared on that usually icy and beautiful face.

That sound...

That tone...

In this world, there is absolutely no one else besides that bastard she both loves and hates!

But...this face...

Su Qingge stared intently at the fierce-looking face in front of her, then subconsciously glanced at the other identical bald, burly man who was handcuffed to a radiator pipe and had already passed out.

two?

Two poisonous bees?!

The SWAT team members behind her were also dumbfounded.

They stood there, guns in hand, staring at each other, their minds completely blank.

What's going on?

twin?

Is it haunted?!

The atmosphere at the scene shifted from extreme tension to extreme eeriness in an instant.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Lin Chen looked at Su Qingge's horrified expression and shrugged helplessly.

"If you point a gun at me again, I'm calling the police."

Su Qingge's breath hitched, and her chest heaved violently.

She finally recovered from the huge shock, but the doubt in her eyes deepened.

She clenched her teeth, maintaining her gun-holding posture, and carefully walked forward step by step.

Under the tense gaze of all her teammates, she stretched out her other free hand, trembling slightly, and reached towards Lin Chen's unfamiliar face.

Then, I pinched it.

It feels warm, firm, and elastic.

It feels like human flesh!

It's not a mask!

How is this possible?!

Su Qingge's beautiful phoenix eyes widened in disbelief. She felt that the worldview she had built up over the past twenty years was being repeatedly crushed and shattered by the man in front of her in an extremely brutal way.

"Feed, feed."

Lin Chen's face was distorted from being pinched by her, and he slapped away her mischievous hand in annoyance.

"Stop touching me, or I'll have to pay extra."

"Is it really you?"

Su Qingge finally put away her gun, her voice trembling slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of.

"Um."

Lin Chen nodded.

He walked up to the unconscious real venomous bee and pointed to his own face.

"A little bit of disguise, nothing to brag about."

"I just pulled something interesting out of the mouth of this real rat."

"His meeting with his superior was scheduled for half an hour later."

Lin Chen's eyes sharpened again as he looked at Su Qingge, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Now, I am the poisonous bee."

"I'm going to meet his superior. You guys provide support from the outside and wait for my signal."

Su Qingge's heart clenched suddenly!

She looked at Lin Chen's unfamiliar face, but his deep eyes were all too familiar.

It contains an all-encompassing confidence, and an unwavering resolve that brooks no refusal.

The words of refusal were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't bring myself to say them.

In the end, she could only squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"it is good."

"be safe."

……

Half an hour later.

On the outskirts of the city, an abandoned third chemical plant.

The enormous factory building resembled a steel behemoth lying in the night, its rusted iron sheets whistling eerily in the night wind.

A figure with a fierce bald head and scarred face, and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, swaggered into the factory.

It was Lin Chen, disguised as a poisonous bee.

Upon entering the factory, a pungent smell of residual chemicals and rust hit you.

The air was cold and damp, and water droplets were dripping from a broken pipe in the distance, making a hollow "drip, drip" sound in the deathly silent factory.

In the center of the factory, behind a dilapidated desk, sat a man.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He looked refined and scholarly, like a university professor.

He was looking down, slowly and meticulously wiping a silver Desert Eagle with a white silk scarf.

Her movements were elegant, yet they exuded a chilling coldness.

Almost the instant Lin Chen stepped into the factory.

The system notification sound that hadn't been heard in his mind for a long time rang out again!

[Ding! Warning! Class A criminal spotted ahead! Crime value: 4500!]

At the same time, [God-level Insight] is activated!

Four red dots flashing with deadly threat instantly appeared on Lin Chen's retina!

On the crossbeam on the second floor, there is one.

Behind the abandoned reaction tank in the southeast corner, there is one.

Above the raw material pile in the northwest corner, there is one.

There's another one, located in the ventilation duct at the top of the main entrance.

Four sniper rifles, from four different tricky angles, had his head firmly locked on!

A net that can trap you from all sides.

Lin Chen sneered inwardly, but his face still held the arrogant air of a desperate criminal.

The refined-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses finally finished cleaning his gun.

He slowly raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were as sinister as a venomous snake.

"Poisonous bees?"

His voice was calm, yet carried a condescending scrutiny.

"You're three minutes late."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen let out a disdainful sneer.

He spat the cigarette butt from his mouth onto the ground, crushed it out with his toe, and, mimicking the savage and arrogant tone of the venomous bee, said:

"I accidentally stepped on a few police ants that were following me on the way, which delayed me a bit."

"Is there a problem, director?"

The refined man, codenamed "Director," remained noncommittal.

He stood up and kicked a black metal box next to him.

"Clang!"

The box slid several meters on the ground and stopped at Lin Chen's feet.

"Inspect the goods."

The director's voice remained flat.

"It's also a test for you."

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and stepped on the latch of the box.

The lid popped open.

Inside, a pile of cold, completely disassembled metal parts lay quietly.

The Barrett M82A1 heavy sniper rifle! More than a hundred precision parts, now looking like a pile of scrap metal, all jumbled up.

The director lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his voice sounded like a judgment from hell.

Thirty seconds.

"Assemble it, and then blindly fire at the wobbling light bulb from 100 meters away."

He pointed with his cigar to the end of the factory, where a dilapidated incandescent light bulb swayed back and forth in the night wind, its light flickering.

"I can't do it."

"You will die here."

This is a situation where victory is certain!

Let alone thirty seconds, even if you gave a top-notch special forces soldier three minutes, it would be impossible for him to reassemble a completely disassembled Barrett!

What's more, it requires blind firing at a target a hundred meters away that is moving erratically!

This is not a test, this is an execution!

A cruel smile curled at the corner of the director's lips.

He wanted to see if the "poisonous bee" in front of him was real or a policeman in disguise!

However, Lin Chen's reaction once again exceeded his expectations.

"Thirty seconds?"

The arrogance of "Poisonous Bee" on Lin Chen's face became even more intense.

He even let out a sneer, his eyes filled with disdain for the director.

"Whom do you look down on?"

Before he could finish speaking...

He moved.

He didn't even glance at the parts on the ground.

Just a casual tug.

He was holding a dark, greasy rag in his hand from the pile of rags nearby.

Then, as the director's pupils suddenly contracted, Lin Chen slowly covered his eyes with the black cloth!

"Assembling this thing will take ten seconds, no problem."