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

Monet stared into Lin Chen's eyes.

Those eyes were so cold, colder than a prey cornered in a desperate situation, more like an engineer who had calculated every step of the way.

Monet didn't like that look in his eyes.

He had seen too many people break down, cry, beg for mercy, and go crazy in front of him.

But no one ever looked at him like that.

It was a look that said, "You're not worthy of making me nervous."

Monet's carefully maintained elegance began to show cracks.

"Ready?"

Monet smiled, but the smile was somewhat stiff.

"What have you prepared? A gun? A grenade? On my stage, there are no such things..."

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Because what Lin Chen pulled out of his pocket was neither a gun nor a grenade.

It consists of several palm-sized, silver-gray airtight containers.

The metal surface also has chemical labels for "sodium bicarbonate" and "sodium hydroxide".

Monet's pupils contracted.

He studied chemistry.

He certainly studied chemistry.

Alkaline neutralizer...

"impossible!"

Monet's composure finally cracked.

"How did you know I used sulfuric acid?!"

"The preservative pigment you used at the crime scene had a core solvent that was a mixture of concentrated sulfuric acid-based organic acids."

Lin Chen's voice was devoid of emotion, as if he were reading a lab report.

"You've used acid for most of your life, do you really believe you can finish your performance without it?"

Monet's breathing quickened.

one second.

two seconds.

In the third second, the cracks on his face were filled with an even more frenzied emotion.

"Will it work?"

Monet gripped the remote control tightly, his fingertips turning white.

"So what if you have alkali? You won't have enough time! Sulfuric acid falls in free fall in 0.3 seconds! Can your alkali go faster than gravity?"

"and……"

Monet stomped his foot suddenly.

It wasn't about triggering a detonator; it was just a threat.

But Lin Chen noticed a faint tremor in the special floorboard beneath his feet.

"If you step within five meters of me, I'll detonate the entire building! Who do you think you're negotiating with?!"

Monet's voice turned shrill.

That elegant shell is crumbling at an accelerated pace.

Lin Chen ignored him.

He glanced down at the sealed jar in his hand, as if confirming something.

Then he raised his eyes, his gaze passing over Monet and landing on the glass container filled with sulfuric acid above Li Mingyu's head.

Distance – twelve meters.

The solenoid valve at the bottom of the container opens until the sulfuric acid is completely poured out—0.3 seconds.

Sulfuric acid fell freely from a height of three meters to Li Mingyu's head in about 0.78 seconds.

In other words, Monet had a time window of approximately 1.08 seconds from the moment he pressed the button.

1.08 seconds.

enough.

"Monet."

Lin Chen spoke, his voice suddenly becoming calm, even carrying a hint of regret.

"Your art is definitely something special."

"The acoustic corridor is cleverly designed, and the sulfuric acid unit is also reasonably well-engineered."

"But there's one thing you still don't understand."

"What?"

Monet instinctively asked a question in return.

"True art..."

Lin Chen raised his hand.

He held the three sealed jars between his fingers, and his entire body's center of gravity shifted forward in an instant.

"It wasn't designed, it was impromptu."

"you!!"

Monet's pupils contracted sharply, and his thumb reflexively pressed the remote control!

"Sizzle—click!"

The solenoid valve at the bottom of the glass container above popped open, and the twenty liters of concentrated sulfuric acid, having lost its support, poured out under the influence of gravity!

The pale yellow liquid, with a pungent odor, formed a deadly waterfall of acid rain, cascading directly onto Li Mingyu's head!

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

The rag in Li Mingyu's mouth fell out during the struggle.

He let out the most heart-wrenching scream of his life, his eyes closed tightly, the contents of his suicide note flashing through his mind.

But death did not come.

At the same instant Monet's thumb pressed the button.

God-level parkour explodes!

God-level magic hand speed explodes!

Lin Chen's body exploded out!

He wasn't heading straight for Li Mingyu.

Instead, it points diagonally upwards.

He slammed his right foot on a plaster sculpture base at the edge of the stage, and using the rebound force, his body soared into the air, twisting and turning in mid-air!

At the same time, the three sealed jars in his right hand flew out of his hand!

The three cans are spinning rapidly in mid-air, and their trajectories are not straight lines, but three precisely calculated parabolas!

[God-level Physics Mastery] provided a perfect solution in Lin Chen's mind: Considering the diameter and flow rate of the sulfuric acid column, as well as the explosion diffusion radius of the alkaline tank, the three tanks must explode simultaneously at three different heights (1.2 meters, 0.8 meters, and 0.5 meters) above Li Mingyu's head to form a three-dimensional alkaline barrier and completely neutralize the sulfuric acid.

The three cans flew to their designated locations.

Lin Chen waved his hand in the air, and three fingernail-sized pebbles accurately struck the sealed lids of the three jars—

[God-level mastery of hidden weapons]!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three muffled thuds.

The three cans exploded simultaneously in mid-air!

A highly concentrated white alkali liquid gushed out instantly, like three layers of white curtains, perfectly unfolding within a meter of space above Li Mingyu's head!

Immediately afterwards—

The alkali solution and sulfuric acid underwent a violent acid-base neutralization reaction in mid-air!

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!!!"

A large amount of hot air and white foam exploded in the air!

The originally deadly concentrated sulfuric acid was intercepted, decomposed, and neutralized layer by layer by the alkali solution, turning into a sky full of white foam and a harmless sodium sulfate solution.

It was in a flurry of activity.

It landed on Li Mingyu.

Like snow.

Li Mingyu waited for ten seconds and found that he was still alive.

He opened one eye and saw that he was covered in white foam, then touched his face.

My skin is perfectly fine; I don't even feel any burning sensation.

"I...I'm not dead?"

He opened his other eye in disbelief, and two bright red eyeballs appeared amidst the foam on his face.

"I'm not dead!!!"

Monet stood in the center of the stage.

The remote control slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a "thud".

He seemed frozen in place, completely still.

The gold-rimmed monocle slid off his eye socket, tumbled twice in mid-air, and shattered at his feet.

His lips were trembling.

In those eyes, there was first disbelief, then rejection, and finally the near-collapse of a perfectionist seeing his work utterly destroyed.

"impossible……"

Monet's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"How could you calculate it so accurately...? This is impossible... It's impossible for a human to complete this level of ballistic calculation in one second..."

Lin Chen fell from the air, his feet landing lightly on the stage, the sound of his landing so small as to be almost negligible.

He dusted off the remaining white powder from his hands and walked toward Monet.

With each step he took, Monet took a step back.

"No...don't come any closer!"

Monet reached his hand toward the piece of floorboards that had been set on fire.

"I told you! I can stomp my foot and..."

"You stomp."

Lin Chen stopped, his tone even carrying a hint of encouragement.

"Your detonation floor has a stress area of ​​0.15 square meters, and the trigger threshold is 120 kilograms of instantaneous pressure."

"If you weigh no more than 65 kilograms, even if you stomp your feet with all your might and add gravitational potential energy, the maximum impact force will not exceed 100 kilograms."

"You've stomped your foot twice since just now, but it didn't make a sound either time."

"Because you stepped in the wrong spot."

"The real trigger point..."

Lin Chen pointed to a piece of floor about fifteen centimeters away from Monet's left foot.

"There it is."

Monet glanced down.

The edge of that floorboard did indeed have an extremely thin seam, almost invisible to the naked eye, which was clearly different from the surrounding floorboards.

He looked up and met Lin Chen's eyes.

There was no anger or mockery in those eyes.

Only crushing.

A pure, overwhelming defeat based on the disparity in strength.

At this moment, Monet's mental defenses completely crumbled.