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

Three days later, at noon.

Under a clear blue sky, on the boundless expanse of azure sea, a black Agusta AW139 luxury helicopter is flying towards a solitary island deep in the open ocean.

The propeller whipped up a huge airflow, cutting a white wave across the sea.

Inside the cabin, Ye Qingcheng, dressed in a smart white Chanel business suit, crossed her legs and stared expressionlessly at the island that was getting closer and closer outside the window.

That island was marked as "Siren Island" on the nautical chart.

Legend has it that this is the dwelling place of the sirens, who lure sailors to their deaths.

Behind her sat eight bodyguards hired at great expense from the world's top security company, "Blackwater." Each of them had bulging temples, sharp eyes, and exuded a strong aura of bloodlust.

This is the top-tier security force she can bring.

But Ye Qingcheng knew in her heart that, just as Lin Chen said, these people were likely just cannon fodder.

The only person she could rely on was that man.

The helicopter landed smoothly on a wide helipad in the center of the island.

Next to the helipad stands an extremely luxurious modern glass villa, gleaming in the sunlight.

Several well-dressed white men, who looked like business elites, stood smiling at the entrance of the villa to greet the guests.

"Mr. Ye, welcome to Siren Island. Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

The man in the lead spoke fluent Chinese and politely extended his hand.

Ye Qingcheng, wearing white gloves, gave him a symbolic handshake, and then, surrounded by tall bodyguards, walked into the villa.

Everything looked like a normal, high-level business meeting.

However, several nautical miles below the surface of the sea, a black figure silently slithered toward the other side of the island.

It's Lin Chen.

He wore a streamlined, jet-black diving suit, without carrying any bulky oxygen tanks. His god-like underwater breathing ability allowed him to be freer than a fish in this azure land.

On his back was a tactical backpack with special waterproofing treatment, containing all the equipment he had prepared for this "fishing" trip.

His target was not the main entrance of the villa, but the steep cliff on the back of the island, hundreds of meters high, constantly battered by the waves.

This is the least likely place for anyone to invade the entire island's defense system, and naturally, it is also the area with the weakest surveillance.

Lin Chen silently clung to the slippery rock face like a gecko, activating his [God-level Rock Climbing] ability.

His fingertips seemed to have grown suction cups, easily gripping the smallest cracks in the rock, and against the strong sea wind, he climbed rapidly upwards in an anti-gravity manner.

The island is covered with state-of-the-art infrared sensing and motion capture surveillance cameras disguised as plants and rocks, forming a comprehensive network.

However, in Lin Chen's vision of [God-level Architecture] and [God-level Physics], the scanning angles, detection frequencies, and blind spots caused by terrain and light refraction of these surveillance cameras were transformed into incredibly clear data streams, forming a three-dimensional "safety path map" in his mind.

He moved sideways at times and paused at others, each movement perfectly timed to coincide with the scanning gap between the two surveillance cameras.

As he climbed to a vegetation-covered platform in the middle of the cliff, he stopped and took out a tiny, black device, no bigger than a fingernail, from his tactical backpack.

Miniature signal repeater.

He installed the repeater extremely discreetly on the back of a rock, then perfectly covered it with a camouflage paint mixed with moss and soil.

Having done all that, he continued climbing.

At the top of the cliff, the highest point in the dense forest behind the villa, and the lighthouse near the coast... For the next half hour, Lin Chen, like a ghost, wandered through the blind spots of the island's surveillance, silently installing these miniature signal repeaters at five key strategic locations.

When these repeaters work individually, their signals are so weak as to be negligible. However, when all five are activated simultaneously, they form a powerful signal matrix that can forcefully penetrate the island's military-grade signal shielding system and transmit a clear coordinate signal twenty nautical miles away.

This was his signal to Su Qingge to "close the net," and also the last trump card he had prepared for this hunt.

Having done all this, Lin Chen's figure quietly lurked on the dome of the glass villa, like a cheetah waiting for its prey to lower its guard, silently watching the good show about to unfold below.

……

Inside the villa, the negotiations were drawing to a close.

Ye Qingcheng, with her strong business acumen, argued her case on several key terms of the contract, displaying an impeccable performance.

The other party's "representative" also performed extremely professionally, and the two sides exchanged ideas back and forth in a lively yet harmonious atmosphere.

Finally, after signing the last document, the white man at the head of the group stood up, raised his champagne glass, and flashed a bright smile.

"Mr. Ye, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Ye Qingcheng also picked up her wine glass, about to say something.

suddenly!

A loud "crack" resounded.

All the heavy alloy doors and windows of the villa slammed shut at the same time and were locked from the outside!

The entire luxurious villa was instantly transformed into an airtight steel cage.

Just moments ago, these "business elites" were all smiles, but at the same time, they all tore off their hypocritical masks.

They pulled out pistols from their pockets, their eyes turning cold and cruel. On their necks, a uniform tattoo of a clown's smiling face was exposed under the light.

The eight Blackwater bodyguards behind Ye Qingcheng reacted extremely quickly, drawing their guns instantly and protecting her in the center.

But it was too late.

Suddenly, several plumes of yellow smoke shot out from the ceiling vents, and a pungent, sweet, and fishy smell instantly filled the air.

The eight battle-hardened top bodyguards only took one breath before their bodies went limp, and without even a groan, they collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

It is a highly toxic nerve gas.

Ye Qingcheng's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

Just then, the villa's public address system suddenly emitted a maniacal, chilling laugh.

"Hahahaha... Beautiful Queen Ye, welcome to my killing paradise!"

That voice, altered by voice-changing technology, was filled with a morbid excitement.

"Your bodyguards, like eight pathetic bedbugs, have been cleaned up by me."

"Now, the game officially begins."

"Let's see if the omnipotent man in your heart, your man named Lin Chen, can come to save you this time?"

The laughter on the radio grew increasingly unrestrained, filled with a cat-and-mouse game of mockery and cruelty.

Ye Qingcheng's heart sank to the bottom.