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

The underground world of Jiangcheng is far larger and more complex than ordinary people imagine.

Beneath a long-abandoned, rusty shipyard in the suburbs lies the largest underground black market in the entire East China region.

This place is a legal vacuum, a paradise for illicit transactions.

Weapons, drugs, prohibited chemicals, even living people—anything that can't be brought to light can be found here, as long as you can afford the price.

Lin Chen's goal was to infiltrate this place and lure out the mysterious seller who sold the "targeted thermosensitive white phosphorus microcapsules".

[God-level Hacking Skills], now activated!

Lin Chen sat in his safe house, his fingers moving like afterimages on the specially made keyboard.

Countless lines of data, flowing like a waterfall and completely incomprehensible to ordinary people, flashed wildly across the screen in front of him.

Like a ghost, he silently infiltrated the deepest layers of the dark web, bypassing dozens of firewalls set up by the world's top hackers, and finally found scattered information about "Fireworks" in a trading forum with the highest level of encryption.

"Fireworks," an extremely mysterious chemical supplier, only accepts large orders introduced by regular customers and is extremely cautious in its transactions.

Ordinary disguises and money are simply not enough to lure him out.

They must demonstrate absolute strength and financial resources that would shake the entire black market.

Lin Chen picked up his phone and dialed Ye Qingcheng's number.

On the other end of the phone, it was still that cool yet reassuring voice.

"What do you need?"

Ye Qingcheng never asked why; she only asked what was needed.

"I need 500 million in bearer overseas bonds, delivered to me within half an hour."

Lin Chen's tone was as calm as if he were ordering takeout.

"it is good."

Ye Qingcheng replied with only one word before hanging up the phone.

Less than twenty minutes later, a black van without any license plates quietly pulled up downstairs at the safe house.

A man in a black suit with a cold face, carrying a heavy silver metal briefcase, knocked on Lin Chen's door.

The box was opened, revealing neatly stacked bearer bonds, each exuding the fresh scent of ink, representing a huge sum of money.

With the "key to entry" in hand, the next step is to disguise oneself.

Lin Chen stood in front of the mirror and activated the [God-Level Disguise Technique]!

His facial muscles and bones began to subtly twitch and reorganize in a way that was visible to the naked eye and extremely bizarre.

The originally handsome Eastern face was transformed into a face of Eastern Europeans with deep features, sinister eyes, and a high nose bridge in just a few dozen seconds.

His height was also increased by five centimeters through minor adjustments to his spine and pelvis.

Finally, he changed into a well-tailored black trench coat, let out a low cough, and his voice became hoarse yet magnetic, speaking fluent Russian with a Moscow accent.

Thus, Ivan, a ruthless and mysterious international arms dealer, was born.

Late at night, an abandoned shipyard.

Lin Chen, carrying the briefcase filled with 500 million yuan in bonds, swaggered alone toward the inconspicuous iron gate entrance hidden in the shadow of the giant gantry crane.

At the entrance, two burly men with demon tattoos and bulging waists stopped him with scrutinizing eyes.

Radar scan activated!

In Lin Chen's vision, a blinding red light, with a sin value exceeding 500, instantly lit up above the heads of the two burly men.

Deeper underground, there were hundreds of tiny red dots.

This place is practically a den of outlaws.

Lin Chen didn't speak, but instead activated [God-level Micro-expression Control], releasing the terrifying killing intent he had honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood without reservation!

The two burly men felt an icy chill instantly envelop their bodies, as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast from the Siberian ice fields!

Their hands, gripping the gun handles at their waists, began to tremble uncontrollably, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on their foreheads.

The man before me is definitely a demon who crawled out of a pile of corpses!

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme fear in each other's eyes, and silently stepped aside to make way for Lin Chen.

Lin Chen walked in expressionlessly.

The dark, damp passageway reeked of rust, mold, and cheap tobacco.

On both sides of the passageway, scantily clad women stared blankly at everyone who passed by.

Deeper inside, there are noisy casinos and bloody underground boxing rings.

Countless desperados indulge in a life of debauchery here, unleashing their most primal instincts.

When Lin Chen appeared here carrying the briefcase, countless greedy and ruthless gazes instantly focused on him.

However, when they met Lin Chen's cold, emotionless eyes, all their greed instantly transformed into a deep-seated fear.

They seemed to see a god of death walking among men.

The crowd unconsciously parted to make way for him.

Ignoring everything around him, Lin Chen walked straight to the deepest part of the black market, the VIP trading area that only top clients could enter, separated by a heavy steel door.