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

That blindfold, like a boundary between life and death, separated two worlds.

Outside the curtain, there was the director's face frozen in an instant, and the gazes of four snipers through their scopes, a mixture of surprise and mockery.

Inside was Lin Chen's boundless, cold darkness.

"Ten seconds."

Lin Chen's voice was hoarse and rough, each word sounding as if it were being ground out of his throat, filled with contempt for the director.

"I've counted them."

The moment the words fell.

He moved.

[God-level Firearms Mastery]!

[Godlike magician's hand speed!]

The two divine skills erupted at this moment!

The moment Lin Chen's fingertips touched the first cold metal part, everything about the gun—the intricate construction of over a hundred parts, the tens of thousands of possible combinations, and the single path to perfection—rushed into his mind like a torrent of data.

His hands seemed to no longer belong to him, but had become an absolutely precise, cold and ruthless machine.

Lin Chen didn't even squat down, but simply bent over, his hands like two boneless phantoms reaching into the pile of cold metal parts!

"Click!"

"Click!"

"bass--!"

A series of dense, indistinguishable metallic clanging sounds suddenly erupted in the deathly silent factory!

The sounds were no longer individual syllables, but were forcibly blended together at extreme speed into a chilling symphony of death!

Everyone present, including the four top snipers lurking in the shadows, nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets!

What did they see?

They didn't see anything clearly!

All they could see was that Lin Chen's hands had completely disappeared, turning into two gray, rapidly spinning whirlwinds!

Countless intricate gun parts tumbled, collided, and returned to their places in that whirlwind!

Magazine, barrel, recoil spring, trigger assembly...

Every part seems to have been given a life of its own, and it has found its rightful place!

This is not assembly!

It is the Creator who, in a way that mortals cannot comprehend, created a perfect work of art of slaughter out of thin air!

The director's facial muscles twitched violently, and the cigar he was holding in his mouth fell to the ground with a "thud," burning his expensive Italian handmade leather shoes, but he didn't even notice!

The scrutiny and cruelty that once filled his sinister eyes were collapsing at a visible speed, replaced by a fear and fanaticism that was almost like seeing a ghost!

In the shadows, the sniper on the second-floor beam instantly broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He gripped his sniper rifle tightly, his palms slick with sweat.

As a fellow professional, he knew better than anyone how much familiarity and focus it took to assemble a completely disassembled Barrett.

Let alone thirty seconds, even in an open-book exam, he might not be able to finish in three minutes!

But this man in front of me...

He was blindfolded!

"Snap—!"

A crisp, perfect locking sound rang out, signifying the final, flawless lock.

The symphony, as fierce as a storm, came to an abrupt end.

Time stands still.

Nine seconds!

Just nine seconds!

A 1.4-meter-long Barrett M82A1 heavy sniper rifle, entirely black and exuding a violent aesthetic, lay quietly in Lin Chen's hand.

Flawless!

Lin Chen held the deadly weapon, weighing over thirty pounds, with one hand, his center of gravity upright and as steady as a rock.

He didn't even try to feel it or check it.

Because he was the creator of this gun!

He slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at a light bulb a hundred meters away, which was swaying wildly in the night wind, its light flickering on and off.

Missed aim.

There was no foresight.

There wasn't even the slightest pause.

The instant the gun was raised, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang--!!!!"

The deafening roar shattered everyone's eardrums!

The corrugated iron roof of the factory building hummed and rattled in this terrifying sound!

A tongue of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

A 12.7mm armor-piercing round tore through the air, whistling with death, and accurately hit a target 100 meters away!

The light bulb that was shaking violently in the wind, along with the surrounding socket and wires, was instantly reduced to dust!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Even the sound of water dripping from the pipes in the distance disappeared.

Four snipers, in four different positions, at the same time, felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!

Blind shot!

Flick shot!

Still a moving target!

This is fucking...it's not even about marksmanship anymore!

If that shot had been aimed at them, they wouldn't have even had a chance to react before turning into cold corpses!

The director's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

That wasn't fear, it was excitement!

A morbid frenzy born from finding an unparalleled treasure!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He clapped his hands vigorously, his usually refined face contorted with excitement.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

"No wonder he's called 'Poisonous Bee'! Seventeenth on the international assassin list, he lives up to his name!"

He strode up to Lin Chen, the last trace of doubt in his eyes vanishing.

"This deal is perfect for you!"

The director took out another brown paper file folder from his pocket and handed it to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen ripped off the black cloth covering his face, revealing the fierce and arrogant face that belonged to "Poison Bee".

He took the file folder and roughly tore it open.

The director's voice sounded ominously in his ear.

"The employer has increased the payment to one hundred million US dollars."

"Originally, he only wanted you to send Lin Chen and Ye Qingcheng on their way."

A cruel, sinister smile appeared on the director's face. He pointed a finger at the file folder in Lin Chen's hand.

"But this consultant named Lin Chen is too troublesome and a real nuisance."

"So before we kill him, we must first pull out his fangs, smash his bones, and let him taste what true despair is!"

"We must strike at his weak point first!"

Lin Chen paused slightly.

He pulled out a few photos from the file folder.

The moment his gaze fell upon those photos.

The world fell silent.

The sound of wind, the sound of dripping water, the director's nauseating laughter... all sounds receded like the tide.

In his entire world, only those two photos remained.

One picture shows a gentle and quiet mother sitting behind the counter in the tea room, a satisfied smile on her face, carefully wiping a purple clay teapot.

The other picture shows the father, wearing reading glasses and exuding a refined air, sitting at a stone table in the courtyard, holding a chess piece and deep in thought.

Shen Manyun!

Lin Zhiyuan!

His father and mother!

boom--!!!!

It felt as if millions of tons of explosives had been detonated in Lin Chen's mind!

An indescribable, extremely violent killing intent surged wildly within his chest like uncontrolled nuclear fusion, almost burning away his reason!

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death!

His parents were Lin Chen's only Achilles' heel in this life!

The director was completely unaware of the terrifying aura emanating from the "poisonous bee" beside him, an aura capable of freezing the soul.

He was still admiring his masterpiece, and said with a sinister smile:

"Did you see the address in the photo?"

"We will arrange an 'accidental' gas pipeline leak tomorrow night at 8 pm."

"At that time, with a loud bang, those two old bastards, along with their dilapidated teahouse, will be blown to smithereens, leaving no trace of their bodies."

"And that arrogant consultant Lin could only kneel on the ruins, clutching the mangled remains of his parents, weeping bitterly!"

"Hahaha... This is true art!"

Beneath the "Poisonous Bee" disguise mask on Lin Chen's face, his own face was twisted and grotesque, as terrifying as a demon returned from hell!

Fresh blood dripped from between his fingers.

His clenched fist had nails that had already pierced his palms deeply!

He used all his strength to suppress the urge to crush the scumbag's head in front of him like a tomato!

for a long time.

He managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

The voice was so hoarse it was inhuman, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul into ice shards.

"it is good."

"I'll take this job."

Just as he reached out his other hand to take the document containing his parents' detailed information.

His fingertips twitched almost imperceptibly.

[God-level Magic Hand Speed] activated once again!

A tiny listening device, smaller than a grain of rice, popped out from under his fingernail and silently and precisely adhered to the inside of the director's Patek Philippe watch strap.

The entire process was lightning fast and completely silent.

The director, however, was completely unaware of this.

He was still fantasizing about the grand explosion art performance tomorrow night, a devilish smile on his face.