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

The news of Lin Chen's suspension quickly spread throughout the entire Jiangcheng City Public Security System.

The official statement was that they were "suspected of violating regulations and are cooperating with the investigation."

But behind the scenes, all sorts of rumors and gossip are flying around.

Some say he abused his power, some say he was mentally unstable, and some even fabricated a melodramatic story about a personal feud between him and the deceased Wang Hongyuan.

Su Qingge's behavior in public only fueled these rumors.

She not only retracted all her previous statements defending Lin Chen in the meeting room, but also coldly stated at an internal case analysis meeting that "anyone who violates the law must be punished, and there will be no leniency."

Her cold attitude convinced everyone that this tough woman from the serious crimes unit had completely broken up with Lin Chen.

Zhao Kun, an informant within the police station, immediately sent out this "top-secret intelligence" via encrypted text message.

Prajna's reply was very simple.

Two words: observation.

As the protagonist of the incident, Lin Chen has completely disappeared from the public eye.

He returned to the small teahouse run by his mother, Shen Manyun, where he spent his days drinking tea, reading newspapers, and basking in the sun, looking like a dejected fish that had been defeated.

Seeing her son like this, Shen Manyun was so anxious that several blisters appeared on her lips, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Lin Chen only said that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Everything unfolded as Prajna had predicted.

A former genius, abandoned by his organization, betrayed by his comrades, and disheartened, is slowly falling into the abyss.

However, none of them knew.

Every night, after the teahouse closes for the night.

Lin Chen, the "salted fish," would then walk into the underground storage room of the teahouse and open a military-grade laptop that was encrypted with the highest level of security.

On the screen, a red dot is slowly moving on the electronic map of Jiangcheng City.

That was the fluorescent tracking powder he left on the black-robed contact, which relayed his real-time location back through miniature signal receivers scattered throughout the city.

The red dot eventually stopped at one place—the east of the city, an abandoned dock and warehouse area.

This location perfectly overlaps with the area that Su Qingge had previously identified through the characteristics of the silt.

Prajna was found at one of Jiangcheng's strongholds.

But Lin Chen did not act immediately.

He's still waiting.

More crucial information will come from the informant Zhao Kun within the police station.

Three days later, the opportunity came.

Zhao Kun reported to Banruo that the police investigation into Wang Hongyuan's case had reached a stalemate, and all leads had been exhausted.

In an effort to divert public attention, the city police have decided to conduct a large-scale security sweep of the abandoned warehouse area in the eastern part of the city this weekend.

This was false information deliberately spread by Lin Chen through Su Qingge.

He wanted to force Prajna to transfer.

A large-scale relocation will inevitably expose more traces and core facilities.

Sure enough, the red dot started moving that very night after the message was received.

It did not leave the storage area, but went deep underground.

An underground black market hidden in an abandoned air-raid shelter has come to light.

That night, at 11 p.m.

Lin Chen closed the door to the tea room and walked into the dark backyard.

He closed his eyes.

[God-level Disguise Technique], activated.

His height remained the same, but his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation within thirty seconds.

His originally delicate and handsome face became more defined and with sharper lines.

A grotesque scar ran diagonally from his left brow bone to the corner of his mouth, making his eyes appear sinister and fierce.

His skin became rough and had a bronze color from years of exposure to the wind and sun.

Even his walking posture changed from the previous casual and relaxed manner to a kind of imposing composure bearing the mark of a soldier.

He took out a set of clothes from a hidden compartment in the storage room—black tactical pants, an aged leather jacket, and a dark web invitation that didn't exist in any database.

He forged that invitation in three hours using god-level hacking skills and god-level microscopic forgery techniques.

From the encrypted chip to the fluorescent watermark on the paper, everything is exactly the same as the genuine product.

The name on the invitation is: Lone Wolf.

A code name that is infamous yet mysterious in the international mercenary community.

RS7 did not start.

Lin Chen rode onto an inconspicuous heavy motorcycle parked in a back alley, the engine letting out a deep roar that blended into the night of Jiangcheng.

Abandoned air-raid shelter in the east of the city.

The entrance is hidden beneath a huge, rusted, abandoned gantry crane.

Two guards dressed in black combat uniforms and armed with guns stopped him.

Lin Chen tossed the invitation over without saying a word.

After the guards scanned the area with professional equipment, they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a hint of awe.

They made a "please" gesture and pulled open a heavy iron door disguised as a shipping container.

Behind the iron gate was a huge, brightly lit passageway that stretched downwards.

At the end of the passage lies an unimaginable underground world.

This place is like a chaotic apocalyptic market.

The air was filled with the smells of cigars, spirits, gunpowder, and hormones.

People dressed in all sorts of ways move about here, from businessmen in suits to gangsters covered in tattoos to desperate outlaws with empty eyes.

Lin Chen activated the system's [Radar Scan].

Everything in sight was blood red.

Almost everyone who walked past him had a bright red sin value floating above their head, ranging from several hundred to tens of thousands.

This is a paradise of sin.

On the stalls on both sides, various items that are absolutely forbidden in the terrestrial world are openly displayed.

Military-grade firearms, high explosives, counterfeit passports and ID documents, and even "goods" kept in cages with numb eyes.

Lin Chen's gaze did not linger on these things.

He went straight to the deepest part of the black market.

A special auction is taking place there.

The auctioneer was a man wearing a silver mask, whose voice was processed to be sharp and provocative.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's grand finale! Proudly presented by the 'Court of Justice,' the latest generation of neuroactivator—'Berserker' diluted version!"

He picked up a metal briefcase and opened it.

Inside were twenty syringes neatly arranged, the liquid inside displaying a strange, dark blue color that Lin Chen was intimately familiar with.

"After the injection, pain sensation is reduced by 90%! Muscle explosive power is increased by 50%! The effect lasts for 30 minutes! Whether for life-or-death situations or for enjoyment, it's a miracle you've always dreamed of!"

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

Painless gene therapy.

Prajna had actually started mass production of this stuff and it was beginning to circulate on the black market.

He knew that an invitation alone was not enough to gain access to Prajna's inner circle.

We must make a big splash here that everyone will remember.

We must attract the attention of the true owner of this black market.

His gaze passed over the bustling auction hall and landed on a deeper area shrouded in red curtains and more heavily guarded.

That's the heart of this underground world.