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

Outside the Intensive Care Unit of the City Central Hospital.

Lin Chen looked at his father, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, through the thick glass.

With the help of the "God-level Mastery of Traditional Chinese Medicine," he used several silver needles to temporarily seal several large bleeding points in Lin Zhiyuan's body, buying precious golden time for the surgery.

The surgery was successful, but due to the severity of his injuries, it remains to be seen whether Lin Zhiyuan will wake up.

Lin Chen's eyes were frighteningly calm.

He did not stay at the hospital for long, but went directly to the Municipal Bureau.

The wreckage of the truck that was lifted up has been towed to the city bureau's evidence center.

Su Qingge mobilized the bureau's most elite forensic experts and technicians to conduct a thorough search of the entire vehicle, but apart from the tiny crack that Lin Chen pointed out, they could not find any other valuable clues.

The killer's methods were so clean it was appalling.

"Check all the information about my dad's shipment."

Lin Chen's voice was devoid of any emotion.

Since the other party's goal is to create an "accident," the motive is likely hidden in this shipment.

Soon, the information on the waybill was retrieved.

"The consignor is a company called 'Bluefin Trading,' and the shipment is a batch of imported chilled salmon. The receiving location is a large cold storage facility in the west of the city."

Su Qingge handed the documents to Lin Chen.

"We've checked this company. They have all the necessary permits and are a legitimate trading company with no criminal record."

Lin Chen didn't say anything; he walked directly into the refrigerated truck compartment where the goods were parked.

Inside the carriage, dozens of white styrofoam boxes filled with ice and salmon were neatly stacked.

A strong, fishy smell of seafood wafted over.

Technicians have taken samples of the salmon and found no prohibited items.

However, the moment Lin Chen stepped into the carriage, his brows furrowed instantly.

[Godlike Sense of Smell], activated!

The strong fishy smell was instantly filtered, broken down, and stripped away from his nasal cavity.

Beneath all the normal smells, he detected a faint, almost imperceptible scent of a chemical compound that was all too familiar to him.

It is methamphetamine.

That is, Ice D.

Moreover, it is not a finished product, but a semi-finished raw material that has undergone special chemical treatment and is disguised as a certain food additive!

The smell of this ingredient is perfectly hidden beneath the fishy smell of seafood and the smell of preservatives; even a police dog might not be able to detect it.

A knowing glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

He got it.

The father was unwittingly drawn into an extremely large and professional underground smuggling network.

This batch of seemingly ordinary imported seafood was actually a front for smuggling.

Lin Zhiyuan, an honest and stubborn old driver who had driven trucks all his life, may have noticed something amiss during the transport, such as the handover process of the goods or some unreasonable requirements.

Given his character, he would never stoop to such a low level.

So, he was silenced.

In the most seamless "accidental" way.

"Immediately seal off Bluefin Trading and that cold storage facility in the west of the city! Arrest all those involved!"

"A young police officer said excitedly."

"no."

Lin Chen spoke calmly, rejecting the suggestion.

Su Qingge nodded, instantly understanding Lin Chen's meaning.

"Taking action now will only alert the enemy."

"The other side's organization is so tight and their methods so professional that at most we can only catch some small fry on the periphery."

"The true core members, and that terrifying 'accident maker,' will immediately sever all ties and disappear without a trace."

"So what do we do? Just wait here?"

The officer asked reluctantly.

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

"wait?"

"No, we won't be the prey, we'll be the hunters."

He turned to look at Su Qingge.

"Qingge, do me a favor."

"Get all the internal information of this smuggling ring, including their logistics system, communication methods, and personnel lists. Use every means possible to obtain it all."

"no problem."

Su Qingge agreed without hesitation.

Half an hour later, an encrypted file was sent to Lin Chen's phone.

Lin Chen sat in front of a computer in the evidence center, his fingers moving across the keyboard like a blur.

[God-level hacking skills], unleashing full power!

Instead of attacking the other party's firewall, he used "god-level psychological profiling" to analyze the personality weaknesses of a mid-level manager in the organization—greed and lust.

He easily hacked into the other party's personal computer through social engineering, and used it as a springboard to silently infiltrate the smuggling gang's internal logistics system, which was comparable to military-grade equipment.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

Looking at the complex transaction records and coded messages on the screen, Lin Chen's eyes remained completely calm.

His goal was not to destroy the system.

What he wants to do is fish.

[God-level Forgery Technique], activated!

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and soon, a brand new, encrypted logistics message was seamlessly implanted into the system.

It was an extremely ordinary-looking delivery slip.

Sender: Lin Zhiyuan.

Recipient: Secretary Zhang of the Jiangcheng Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Item Description: Evidence of commercial crime (audio recording).

Tracking number: SF1xxxxxxxxxx.

Status: Picked up, expected to be delivered tomorrow.

After doing all this, Lin Chen used an extremely covert backdoor program to "inadvertently" push this "abnormal" express delivery information to the terminal responsible for intelligence screening within the organization.

He believed that the other party would definitely be restless after seeing this message.

A package containing "audio recording evidence" was sent to the disciplinary committee by a driver who had already been "dealt with" by them.

This is enough to instantly plunge anyone with a guilty conscience into panic.

They didn't know if the recording was real or fake, or what was recorded in it.

But they dared not gamble.

Their only option was to do whatever it took to find the sender—whom they believed was still alive, Lin Zhiyuan, or perhaps Lin Zhiyuan's family—before the package arrived tomorrow, and obtain that damned "recording."

Lin Chen turned off the computer, stood up, and stretched his wrists.

A deathly smile played on his face.

"Since you all enjoy creating 'accidents' so much."

"Then I'll give you a reason why you must come to the front of the stage in person."

The hunter's trap has been set.

Now, all that's needed is to wait for the prey to walk in, driven by fear and greed.