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

When Su Qingge led two special police officers into the hall, Lin Chen was already standing outside the cage with Jiang Tingxue in his arms.

Her gaze swept quickly over Lin Chen, and only after confirming that he was not injured did her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly fall back into her chest.

"I'm entrusting Tingxue to you."

Lin Chen handed the person in his arms over.

Su Qingge reached out and caught Jiang Tingxue. A hint of heartache flashed in her usually cold and hard phoenix eyes when she touched Jiang Tingxue's icy fingers.

"The medical team will be here shortly."

Lin Chen didn't say much.

His gaze had already passed over Su Qingge's shoulder, over the corpses lying scattered on the ground and the shattered equipment debris, and landed on the passageway at the deepest part of the hall.

Prajna has disappeared.

At the moment the EMP detonated, at the moment the SWAT team broke down the door, and in those few seconds when everyone's attention was drawn to the chaotic battle before them, he disappeared through the hidden door behind the throne.

Lin Chen closed his eyes.

[God-level Hearing] The fan-shaped array unfolds, and the acoustic radar scans the deep structure of the entire base.

Eliminate the footsteps of the special police, the static of the communicators, the groans of the wounded, and the clinking of spent cartridges on the ground.

At the heart of all these sounds, he detected an unusual source.

heartbeat.

Very fast, more than 140 times per minute.

My heart pounded with extreme fear.

Direction: 12 degrees west of due north, third underground level, approximately 200 meters away.

The moment Lin Chen opened his eyes, he began to accelerate.

His figure passed through the entrance of the passage and disappeared into the darkness.

Su Qingge held Jiang Tingxue in her arms, watching his figure disappear, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Everyone, keep up!"

The passage extends downwards for nearly 150 meters, with the walls on both sides gradually changing from rough air-raid shelter concrete to smooth steel plates.

The temperature in the air is dropping, but the pungent smell of some kind of chemical is rising.

At the end of the passage was a half-open explosion-proof door.

The space behind the door made Lin Chen squint slightly for the first time tonight.

This is a laboratory with an area of ​​over 500 square meters.

No, it's not a laboratory.

It is a human body modification factory.

Dozens of vertically placed transparent culture chambers are arranged along the wall, filled with a pale green nutrient solution.

Most of the incubation chambers were empty, but three were still lit up. Inside, three naked humanoid creatures were submerged. Their skin was grayish-white, and their muscle density was far beyond that of ordinary people. They were curled up slightly in the nutrient solution, like unhatched freaks.

This is the assembly line for Prajna to produce genetically modified assassins.

Lin Chen didn't linger on these things.

His attention was entirely focused on the figure standing behind the control panel in the center of the laboratory.

Prajna.

He has removed the silver mask that blends opera makeup with a technological feel.

The face beneath the mask was surprisingly ordinary. He was in his early forties, rather thin, with slightly high cheekbones, and wore frameless glasses.

If you dropped him on the street, you'd think he was a high school physics teacher or a mid-level engineer at a tech company.

But at this moment, this ordinary face was completely distorted.

The veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, churned with madness, fear, resentment, and the kind of resolute determination only a desperate person driven to the brink of despair possesses.

He was holding a syringe in his right hand.

The liquid in the syringe was no longer the dark blue it had been before.

It is dark purple.

It was so purple it was almost black, like some kind of metallic powder mixed into congealed blood, and under the cold light of the laboratory, it refracted a strange, snake-scale-like luster.

Lin Chen stopped ten meters away from Prajna.

"Lin Chen".

When Prajna spoke, without the electronic voice changer, his real voice was unexpectedly hoarse and thin, like a piece of sandpaper that had been used for a long time.

"You win."

"My base, my assassins, my ten-year plan, you've destroyed it all."

He held up the syringe in his hand, the purplish-black liquid shimmering under the light.

"But you can't kill me."

He smiled.

That smile twisted his ordinary features into a truly nauseating shape.

"This is the Tribunal's ultimate creation, 'The Gene of God'."

"The tools used by those assassins outside are not even as good as a primitive man's stone knife compared to it."

"It can make an ordinary person's muscle density reach the level of a large beast within thirty seconds, increase bone hardness by eight times, and break through the theoretical limit of human nerve conduction in reaction speed."

"The price is lifespan."

"After the injection, he will probably only live for about forty minutes."

He pointed the needle at his neck.

"But forty minutes is enough for me to tear you to pieces."

Lin Chen looked at him, his expression unchanged.

Are you sure?

Prajna's answer was to insert the needle into the carotid artery.

Press down on the push rod with your thumb.

The moment the dark purple liquid was injected into her blood vessels, Prajna's body underwent a change that Lin Chen had anticipated, but which was still shocking.

A roar, unlike anything a human vocal cord could produce, escaped his throat, so deep that it made the glass walls of the culture chamber in the laboratory tremble.

His shirt ripped to shreds in half a second from the bulging muscles.

The exposed body bulged at a visible speed, the muscle fibers under the skin bulged outward as if inflated, the epidermis was stretched to translucent, and you could see the dense, bluish-purple blood vessels throbbing wildly underneath.

The bones inside the body made a continuous cracking sound, like someone constantly breaking tree branches.

His height increased dramatically from 1.73 meters to nearly 1.9 meters.

Prajna, who was originally a thin, middle-aged man, was transformed into a muscular monster within twenty seconds.

His eyes turned blood red, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his breathing became as heavy as a boiler in operation.

"This is the power of God!"

Prajna roared and grabbed a half-ton gene sequencer next to him, throwing it at Lin Chen like a sandbag.

Lin Chen turned to the side.

The half-ton instrument, accompanied by a whistling sound, grazed past his ear and slammed into the steel wall behind him, creating a dent two meters in diameter.

Fragments flew everywhere.

Lin Chen patted a piece of metal debris off his shoulder and looked at the monster, which was now unrecognizable.

"god?"

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, a curve that contained sarcasm, pity, and above all, the cold patience of a hunter finally seeing his prey make its last, death throes.

You're not even as good as an insect.