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

Basement level, corridor in area B.

The red light of the emergency lights flashed overhead, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt metal.

The explosion-proof door of the top-secret evidence room, numbered BX-07, was made of 30-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate and had been cut open from the outside.

The cut was unusually neat.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, without any burrs.

Ordinary oxyacetylene torches cannot achieve this level of precision.

Lin Chen pushed open the half-cut blast door with one hand and went inside.

The evidence room is not large, about 20 square meters. All four walls are lined with neatly numbered safes.

The lighting system had been cut off, with only a single emergency light on the ceiling emitting a pale orange glow.

three people.

He wore a black combat suit and his face was covered by a fully enclosed gas mask, with only his eyes showing.

He was strong and muscular, standing in an isosceles triangle formation, protecting the safe area behind him.

One of them was already holding two hard drives in his hand.

The other two men each held a silenced HK-USP pistol in their right hands, and the muzzles were pointed at Lin Chen the moment he pushed open the door.

No nonsense.

No warning was given.

There is no "Stop right there" sign.

"Puff puff puff puff—"

Four muffled thuds.

Four 9mm bullets were fired, two aimed at Lin Chen's chest and two at his head.

The bullet trajectories crossed, sealing off all evasive options at the entrance.

The shooting style of professional assassins.

Fast, accurate, and cold.

But Lin Chen was faster.

[God-level Danger Sense] is triggered 0.1 seconds before the muzzle flash appears.

His body reacted—not by stepping back, not by dodging to the side.

It's forward.

down.

[God-level Parkour] Takes control of the body's movement system.

Lin Chen's waist folded at an impossible angle, and his center of gravity dropped from 1.78 meters to 40 centimeters in 0.2 seconds.

Two bullets that hit his head flew past him about ten centimeters above his hair.

Two bullets that hit his chest grazed his back and pierced the blast door behind him.

His legs gathered power in this extremely low position, and he launched himself forward!

He slid into the evidence room like a cannonball, skimming the ground.

The nearest gunman only had time to lower his gun by twenty degrees.

Lin Chen's right palm was already in front of him.

[Grandmaster-level Combat Mastery], activated.

This was not a slap, nor a push.

Yes, that's it.

With the outer side of the palm at a blade-like angle, it precisely cuts into the radial styloid process of the opponent's wrist holding the gun.

"Crack!"

The dull thud of the periosteum being subjected to a violent impact.

The pistol flew out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen's knee struck, not into the abdomen, but precisely into the greater trochanter of the femur on the outside of the opponent's thigh.

He heard the sound of bones breaking.

But the other person's reaction surprised him.

The man didn't fall.

If your femur is broken, you shouldn't even be able to stand up.

But the man in black only lowered his body by half a head, and then his right elbow slammed down with such force that it made a whooshing sound.

If someone can fight back even with broken bones, it means there's only one possibility.

He couldn't feel any pain.

Lin Chen turned his head to avoid the elbow strike and took a half step back.

His gaze swept across the eyes of the three people.

The six eyes behind the mask were now in an abnormally unfocused state.

His pupils were dilated, and the whites of his eyes were covered with fine blood vessels, as if he had taken an overdose of hallucinogens.

But their movements were precise and well-trained.

This is not a drug.

Drugs can cause euphoria but also confusion.

The three men's fighting movements were extremely standardized, indicating that their muscle memory and motor nerves were intact.

It is gene intervention.

It cuts off the signal transmission of pain nerves.

It is possible that some kind of targeted injection agent precisely inactivated the TRPV1 receptor in DRG neurons, blocking the transmission of all pain signals to the spinal cord and brain.

It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt when bones are broken.

It doesn't hurt when the joint dislocates.

It doesn't hurt even if the internal organs rupture.

They will fight like tireless machines until their physical structure is completely paralyzed, their hearts stop beating, or their brains are deprived of oxygen.

This is a more formidable opponent than Monet or Black Shark.

It's not because they are stronger, but because they are not afraid of death or injury.

Three assassins, whose sense of pain had been "abolished," closed in simultaneously.

A man brandishing a knife thrust straight at Lin Chen's throat.

One of them grabbed a pistol from the ground and aimed it at his knee.

The third one, the one with a broken femur, dragged a useless leg and pounced from the side like a mad dog with a broken spine that was still biting.

The evidence room is very small, only 20 square meters, with iron cabinets on all four sides, leaving limited space for movement.

Lin Chen had nowhere to retreat.

But he did not back down.

His eyes changed.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't tension.

It's the cold, icy feeling of a precision instrument being turned on for calibration.

[God-level Physics Mastery] transformed into a transparent blueprint of human biomechanics at this moment, covering the three enemies.

Since pain perception is ineffective.

Then we won't use nerve-stimulating injections.

Build the structure.

The joints, ligaments, tendons, and bones of the human body are purely mechanical structures.

You can't feel the pain.

But once your humeral head dislocates from the glenoid cavity, the deltoid and supraspinatus muscles lose their point of leverage.

The arm is still there, but it is no longer an arm.

It's just a piece of flesh hanging on your body.

Lin Chen moved.

Instead of engaging the furthest gunman, he dealt with the knife-wielding assassin who charged at him first.

With his right hand outstretched, he precisely gripped the outside of the elbow joint of the opponent's knife-wielding arm.

Press your thumb on the lateral epicondyle of the humerus.

Four fingers are tucked into the eagle's beak.

Twist.

"Click."

A crisp sound of dislocation.

The elbow joint was bent outward at a 90-degree angle.

A normal person would scream and collapse at this point.

The assassins didn't shout.

His other hand was already swinging over.

Lin Chen did not let go.

At the same time, his right foot kicked out, and his heel accurately hit the opponent's left knee posterior cruciate ligament.

"Crunch."

Ligament rupture.

The knee bends backward.

The assassin knelt on one knee.

As he knelt down, Lin Chen grabbed his chin and the back of his head with both hands and twisted them sharply.

"Click."

Dislocation of the mandible.

His mouth could no longer close.

Three joints, three seconds.

The knife-wielding assassin's entire upper body was paralyzed. Although he was not unconscious, the mechanical structure of his limbs was completely destroyed, and not a single joint could function properly.

He fell to the ground and moved the fingers of his right hand, the only part of his body that could still move on its own.

The second one with a gun.

The gun was aimed at Lin Chen from three meters away.

The distance was so close that it was almost impossible to miss.

But the word "almost" doesn't apply to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen grabbed the tactical knife that the first assassin had dropped on the ground, gripped it in the back of his hand, and flicked his wrist.

[God-level mastery of hidden weapons]!

The knife flew out spinning.

It didn't fly towards people.

Instead, it flew towards the gun in the other person's hand.

"bite--!"

The blade's spine struck the rear of the pistol's slide precisely.

The angle of the shot was precisely calculated—the torque generated by the impact caused the slide to retract and disengage from the guide rail, instantly turning the pistol into a piece of scrap metal.

The gun fell apart.

The assassin glanced down at the scrap metal in his hand.

When she looked up, Lin Chen was already in front of her.

Lin Chen did not use his fists.

His hands, like two precise vises, simultaneously gripped the other person's left and right shoulder joints.

Press your thumb deep into the armpit at the junction of the subscapularis and teres major muscles.

Outward, downward, rotate.

Both shoulders dislocated simultaneously.

Two muffled thuds, like a cork being pulled out of a bottle.

The assassin's arms hung on either side of his body, like two boneless noodles.

Next—both knees.

Lin Chen's toes struck the opponent's shin plateau on both knees from the front and side, respectively. The angle of the kick was extremely tricky, precisely taking advantage of the structural weakness of the knee joint, which can only bend forward and backward but cannot twist left and right.

The sound of a ligament tearing rang out twice in succession.

The second assassin collapsed straight down like a sculpture that had lost all its supporting pillars.

The third.

That madman with a broken thigh bone, still dragging his crippled leg this way.

He had already crawled to Lin Chen's feet.

He gripped the two hard drives tightly with one hand, while reaching for Lin Chen's ankle with the other.

Lin Chen looked down at him.

Then he stepped on his wrist.

It wasn't heavy, just enough to dislocate the wrist joint.

The assassin's fingers went out of control, and the hard drive slipped out of his palm.

Lin Chen bent down, picked up the two hard drives, and wiped the dust off his clothes.

The entire evidence room fell silent.

Three bodies, still twitching slightly, lay scattered among the metal cabinets.

They are still alive.

Still conscious.

However, the entire joint system was completely disintegrated, with no part maintaining normal mechanical connection.

They couldn't even turn over.

Behind her, Su Qingge led two special police officers into the evidence room.

She glanced at the three people on the ground, then looked at Lin Chen, who was standing still, his breathing barely ragged.

"Resolved?"

"Um."

Lin Chen handed her the two hard drives.

"The physical evidence wasn't lost, and the person was left alive. Take them back for questioning."

He paused for a moment, then added a sentence.

"We need to conduct blood tests before the trial. They should have been injected with targeted drugs that cut off pain receptors. We need to find out the ingredients and source first."

Su Qingge took the hard drive, and the moment her fingers touched Lin Chen's palm, she felt his body temperature.

Warm.

smooth.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Her nose stung with tears, but she said nothing and turned to start setting up the scene.

Lin Chen walked out of the evidence room and leaned against the wall in the corridor.

The three miniature EMP generators were still inside the cuff.

The tracking powder is also there.

None of them were used.

Because these three assassins were just pawns.

The real adversary is still watching from the shadows.

Lin Chen looked up at the flashing red emergency light at the end of the corridor.

That light bulb is about to burn out.

The light flickered.

Like a red eye that's blinking.

Prajna, I have accepted your test.

The clues are in the hard drive, and also in the blood of these three assassins.

He pressed down on his cuffs.

The next time we meet, it won't be about responding to challenges.