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

Lin Chen's figure climbed straight up along the outer wall, his fingertips gripping the window sill with precision down to the millimeter, each leverage completed within 0.3 seconds.

He climbed six floors in less than twelve seconds.

When I climbed into the window of the half-finished office building next to the Global Center, all the emergency lights in the corridor suddenly turned on, and the stark white light made the whole space look like a morgue.

Immediately afterwards, the overhead broadcast system emitted a piercing electrical noise, followed by a metallic laugh that had been altered and distorted, coming from all directions.

"Lin Chen, welcome to my labyrinth."

The voice was unhurried, carrying a morbid smugness, like an artist admiring his own work.

"Your performance outside just now really surprised me. You managed to dodge the probability of being killed by falling objects from a height. You are the most difficult prey I have ever seen in my life."

"But that was just an appetizer."

"I spent three whole days setting up more than a hundred physical traps in this building."

"Each one has undergone precise mechanical calculations, and each one is potentially lethal."

"You can try to make it through, if you can make it to the top floor alive."

A burst of unrestrained laughter came over the loudspeaker.

Lin Chen stood in the corridor on the third floor without saying a word.

His gaze swept across the entire space, his brain working at high speed.

The office building is still under construction, with exposed steel bars, piles of building materials, and unsealed pipes everywhere.

For a killer with a deep understanding of physics, this place is a natural playground for death.

At the end of the corridor, a puddle of water, seemingly left over from construction, reflected the lights, its surface shimmering with an unnatural blue luster.

High-voltage electricity was supplied.

There is a thin, almost invisible steel wire between the seemingly casually leaning steel pipe next to the puddles and the loose chandelier on the ceiling.

Gravity trap triggered by tripwire.

If you touch that steel pipe, the chandelier will fall down along with the pre-fixed cutting saw blade above it.

Further away, the door to the fire escape was ajar, and a thin layer of powder could be vaguely seen through the crack.

A certain type of chemical dust can cause a dust explosion when it encounters air disturbance.

One hundred traps.

Lin Chen silently assessed the structure of the building in his mind.

The building has eighteen floors, each with an area of ​​approximately 600 square meters. Staircases, elevator shafts, and pipe rooms form a complex three-dimensional space.

The fact that the other side had three days to prepare, setting up traps with this level of density and precision, is truly insane.

If he were to disassemble them one by one, even with the system's support, it would still take at least half an hour.

Half an hour is too long.

For every second that such a person lives, the fire in his heart burns a little longer.

Lin Chen looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

Concrete.

The pouring is complete but the surface treatment has not yet been done; the thickness is approximately 15 centimeters.

His gaze traveled across the ground to the steel mesh and load-bearing structure below.

Then he looked up at the partition wall that divided the corridor in two.

This is not a load-bearing wall.

It is a lightweight brick wall added later to separate the office area.

There is a construction joint at the bottom of the brick wall, and there is a structural gap of about two centimeters between it and the adjacent load-bearing column.

Lin Chen's gaze extended along the wall, following the three-dimensional model formed in his mind by the architectural drawings, and traced it to the crucial diagonal bracing beam between the fifth and sixth floors.

That diagonal bracing beam is the core stress point of the entire east side scaffolding system.

He came up with a faster way.

Avoid the maze.

They dismantled the maze.

Lin Chen flexed his fists, walked to the lightweight brick wall, put his right hand together, and threw a punch.

This punch used no fancy techniques; it was pure brute force, reshaped by gene-enhancing fluid, that crushed the limits of human endurance.

boom!

The entire brick wall burst open from the middle, sending broken bricks and dust flying in all directions.

The shockwave from the collapsing wall spread along the ground, directly triggering the tripwire trap in the corridor ahead.

The steel wire snapped, and the cutting saw blade fell from the ceiling, crashing onto the deserted ground with a piercing metallic clang.

A chain reaction has begun.

The saw blade's ejected fragments knocked over a counterweight disguised as building material, causing it to roll down and pull on another set of tripwires.

In the corridor on the east side of the third floor, seven or eight gravity traps were triggered in succession, and steel pipes, bricks, and prefabricated panels fell from different heights and angles, crashing onto the empty ground with continuous booming sounds.

Lin Chen did not stop.

He passed through the hole in the wall that he had punched open and arrived at the pipe room on the east side.

I looked up and glanced at the vertically connected elevator shaft.

There is no elevator car in the elevator shaft, only exposed guide rails and suspended steel cables.

However, bare copper wires were wrapped around the rails, connecting to a high-voltage power source somewhere.

The entire elevator shaft is like a giant electric chair.

Lin Chen did not touch the guide rail.

He took two steps back, spotted two pre-embedded steel bars about 1.2 meters apart on the side wall of the elevator shaft, and then jumped in.

The body was launched upwards in a zigzag pattern in the narrow vertical shaft, the left foot pushing against the wall and the right hand grabbing the tendons, each point of leverage precisely avoiding the areas entangled with copper wires.

Third floor, fifth floor, seventh floor, ninth floor.

He was like a falcon rapidly ascending through a canyon, each leap clean and precise. Electrified rails and cables swept past him, blue arcs of electricity flashing in the corners of his eyes, but they never touched him in the slightest.

The twelfth floor.

He climbed out through the maintenance opening in the elevator shaft.

The corridor was filled with a faint chemical smell, and the floor was covered with a thin layer of white powder.

The doors to the fire escape were welded shut, and all the windows were sealed with steel plates.

This floor has been transformed into a closed space.

The dust concentration is already close to the critical value for deflagration.

With just one spark, the entire floor could be turned into a giant incendiary bomb.

The voice with the altered voice came on again over the radio, this time with obvious panic.

"Impossible! How did you get up here so fast! How could all the traps from the third to the seventh floor have been triggered prematurely?"

Lin Chen did not answer his question.

He stood at the entrance to the corridor on the twelfth floor, looking at the chemical dust all over the floor, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Then he turned around, aimed at the load-bearing wall behind him that connected to the elevator shaft, and found the weakest point in the structure, a spot where the steel reinforcement lap length was insufficient and air bubbles were left during concrete pouring.

He threw another punch.

This time he controlled the force and angle, not to penetrate, but to create vibration.

The fist slammed into the wall, and the shockwave traveled along the concrete, causing a crack to appear at that weak point.

The crack expanded rapidly, causing an entire precast slab next to it to shift.

The precast slab was tilted, squeezing the floor slabs of the thirteen floors above it.

A dull, structural sound came from overhead.

A crack ran through the thirteenth floor, and dust and debris fell down, making the whole building tremble.

The crack happened to pass right through the sealed ventilation ducts on the twelfth-floor ceiling.

The pipe was deformed, and a crack appeared at the joint.

Outside air rushes in.

But this was not an explosion; quite the opposite.

The large influx of outside air diluted the dust concentration in the enclosed space, causing it to drop rapidly below the deflagration threshold.

Lin Chen calmly passed through the twelfth floor.

He didn't take the stairs, the corridor, or even any of the paths pre-set by the "accident maker".

He used the simplest and most direct method, starting with the building structure itself, to trigger gravity traps in advance by using the chain reaction of wall collapse, to use structural displacement to break the airtightness of the enclosed space, and to use the physical properties of reinforced concrete itself to counteract those sophisticated physical traps.

It's like trying to smash a delicate clock with a sledgehammer.

No matter how precise a clock is, it cannot withstand a sledgehammer.

The fifteenth floor, the sixteenth floor, and the seventeenth floor.

On each floor, he used the same method to destroy the structure that held the traps before they were triggered.

The broadcast fell completely silent.

Lin Chen's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, steady and cold, like a ruthless bulldozer crushing all obstacles.

Eighteen floors.

The fire door leading to the rooftop is right in front of us.

He raised his foot and kicked the door open.

The sunlight suddenly poured in, stinging one's eyes.

It was very windy on the rooftop.

A man wearing a gray trench coat and a baseball cap stood next to several huge industrial gas cylinders with a ferocious expression.

He was holding a remote control in his hand.