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

Just as the car completely disappeared, the system notification sound rang out abruptly again.

[Ding! The ultimate mission has been triggered—Crush the absolute order of the Inquisition!]

[Mission Objective: Dismantle the mysterious organization "The Inquisition" and defeat its core member "Prajna"!]

[Task Reward: ??? (Dynamically calculated based on completion progress)]

[Note: This mission is far more difficult than any known mission! The host must be fully prepared!]

First, there is an evaluation that cannot be assessed.

Then another mission was launched.

It seems that this Prajna is targeting me, and has already made her move!

Lin Chen's pupils contracted by 0.5 millimeters before returning to normal.

[God-level micro-expression control] - operating at full power.

His face still wore that gentle "Happy Birthday Dad" smile, and he even casually picked up a piece of braised pork for Shen Manyun.

"Mom, eat more."

"Brother Lin Chen, why aren't you eating?"

Su Ke'er tilted her head to look at him.

"I drank too much just now, take a break."

Lin Chen put down his chopsticks and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He doesn't smoke.

But sometimes you need a reason to go out.

"I'm going out for a smoke, you guys eat first."

Su Qingge frowned slightly—she sensed that Lin Chen was somewhat absent-minded.

Just as Su Qingge was about to ask a question, Lin Chen stood up and walked towards the small gate in the backyard.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, and his rhythm was steady, like he was taking a walk.

No one noticed anything unusual.

Step out of the teahouse through the back door and turn the corner.

The black Mercedes is no longer there.

The streets have regained the usual languid and noisy atmosphere of the old town, with several old men playing chess by the roadside and a vendor selling candied hawthorns pushing his cart and calling out his wares.

Lin Chen's gaze swept across every corner.

No more.

The oppressive dark purple aura had vanished along with the Mercedes-Benz at the end of the winding streets of the old town.

But he knew that was not a retreat.

It's a notification.

The notification that "I've arrived".

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and was about to turn back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the steps at the entrance of the teahouse.

A beautifully packaged dark brown gift box sat there neatly and properly.

A handwritten card was attached to the gift box, with neat handwriting.

"To Mr. Lin Zhiyuan, wishing you a happy birthday."

Lin Chen's feet were rooted to the spot.

He didn't touch the box.

[Superhuman sense of smell] It was the first to detect the anomaly: an extremely faint bitter almond scent at the bottom of the packaging paper.

No, it's not just bitter almonds.

It also has the distinctive odor of cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine, as well as the pungent and spicy smell of a certain high-concentration organic acid solvent.

C4 plastic explosive.

Mixed acid solution.

Lin Chen's temple throbbed.

[God-level hearing] unfolds simultaneously.

He heard it.

Inside the gift box, there was an extremely high-frequency electronic pulse sound.

With a frequency of 17000 Hz, it far exceeds the hearing limit of ordinary people.

That's the working noise of the miniature electronic detonator's countdown timer.

"Hold."

Lin Chen cursed inwardly.

This thing was delivered to his doorstep.

The recipient's name was his father's.

If he didn't come out...

If Shen Manyun saw this box...

If Lin Zhiyuan, in a drunken rage, were to casually open it...

Lin Chen dared not think any further.

His blood temperature dropped two degrees in three seconds, but his brain became clearer than ever before because of the cold.

He crouched down very lightly, his hands hovering five centimeters above the gift box without touching it.

Just then.

A sound came from behind him that was second only to a bomb in its vexing effect.

"Hey! Isn't this Advisor Lin? What are you doing squatting at your own doorstep?"

Li Mingyu.

Wearing a police patrol uniform with a walkie-talkie on his waist, he was followed by two young auxiliary police officers.

Today he is in charge of the daily patrol of the old town—since being demoted to a security squad leader, this kind of trivial work has become his daily routine.

Li Mingyu leaned closer and saw the beautifully packaged gift box on the ground. His eyes lit up.

"Oh, receiving a gift?"

He sniffed in a sarcastic tone, a signature smirk playing on his lips.

"Advisor Lin, you are now a public official. Accepting gifts from unknown sources on the street is a violation of regulations."

He reached out his hand, as if to take the box.

"Let me check..."

His hand hadn't even touched the gift box yet.

An overwhelming force struck his chest.

"Bang!"

Li Mingyu was sent flying backward, his back slamming heavily against the opposite utility pole. The pain made his vision go black, and he almost spat out his breakfast.

Three meters away.

Lin Chen withdrew his right foot without looking at him.

"Get the hell out of here if you don't want to die."

The sound wasn't loud.

But the meaning behind that sentence extinguished Li Mingyu's anger before it could even surface.

It's not annoyance, it's not a warning.

It's murderous intent.

The true killing intent emanating from the depths of a man who has witnessed countless deaths and deaths.

Li Mingyu's throat tightened, and he subconsciously swallowed.

The two auxiliary police officers were so frightened that they took two steps back, and neither of them dared to step forward.

Lin Chen has stopped caring about him.

He crouched back next to the gift box, his hands steadily supporting the bottom of the box.

Be careful.

It was so light it couldn't be lighter.

He moved the gift box to an open space about fifteen meters away from the tea room entrance.

lay down.

Then straighten up and close your eyes.

[God-level Mechanical Mastery], now unlocked.

[God-level Physics Mastery], now unlocked.

Both skills operate at full power simultaneously.

In Lin Chen's perception, the internal structure of the gift box became transparent.

The outer layer is ordinary corrugated cardboard, with no abnormalities.

The second layer is a lead foil shielding layer, used to block external detection signals.

The third floor...

Lin Chen frowned.

The third layer consists of triple booby traps.

First layer: Mercury balance switch.

A U-shaped glass tube filled with mercury is embedded in the bottom of the box. As long as the box is tilted at an angle of more than three degrees, the mercury slides and connects the electrodes at both ends—boom.

The second layer: light-sensitive trigger.

A miniature photodiode is attached to the inside of the box lid.

Once the lid is opened, external light shines in, causing a sudden change in the diode's resistance, triggering the detonation circuit—boom.

The third layer: delayed corrosion by acid.

The core ignition spring was immersed in a tube of highly concentrated hydrochloric acid.

Hydrochloric acid is corroding the copper wire, which is only 0.3 millimeters in diameter, at a rate invisible to the naked eye.

Once the hairspring breaks, the spring releases, and the firing pin fires—boom!

Triple insurance.

The result is the same regardless of which trigger occurs.

And that vial of acid gave him time...

Lin Chen's "God-level Sense of Smell" accurately analyzed the corrosion rate of acid concentration and residual copper wire diameter.

Just over three minutes.

He opened his eyes.

Behind him, Li Mingyu rubbed his back and got up. Seeing Lin Chen's expression, his anger surged up again.

"Lin Chen, you! How dare you lay a hand on law enforcement officers..."

"Shut up."

Lin Chen's voice was flat and without any inflection.

"That box contains a bomb, a C4-acid booby trap, powerful enough to wipe this half-street off the map."

"If you had touched it, you, the two soldiers behind you, and my parents would all be dead."

Li Mingyu's mouth was wide open.

He glanced at the gift box lying quietly on the ground fifteen meters away, then glanced at Lin Chen.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Bomb...bomb..."

"Stop talking nonsense, call the bomb disposal team."

Su Qingge had appeared at the back door at some point, holding her sidearm, her face ashen.

She heard the sound of that kick.

"Too late."

Lin Chen shook his head.

"Three minutes is not enough time for the bomb disposal team, even if they came by rocket."

Su Qingge's pupils contracted slightly.

"What should we do then?"

Lin Chen looked down at his right hand.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

He took something out of his pocket.

A one-yuan coin.

Su Qingge: "...?"

Li Mingyu: "...???"