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

The time difference between the three bullets reaching Lin Chen's body was no more than 0.1 seconds.

The hair on the head.

Lin Chen turned his head the instant the gun went off.

It's not a matter of reacting only after hearing the gunshot; the sound speed and bullet speed of a silenced bullet arrive almost simultaneously, so by the time you hear the sound, it's too late to dodge.

It was a tingling, electric-like sensation on the scalp that exploded 0.3 seconds before the bullet left the barrel.

[God-level Danger Perception]

His head was tilted seven centimeters to the right.

The bullet grazed three centimeters above his left ear, carving a fist-sized crater in the brick wall behind him, while fragments of brick struck the back of his neck.

The heart.

He didn't dodge.

The spine.

They didn't dodge.

Two dull, muffled impacts rang out simultaneously.

"puff."

"puff."

The bullets struck his chest and back.

The impact propelled him forward half a step, as if he had been slapped from both the front and back.

Then there is no more.

That bulletproof underwear, made with a three-layer composite structure of carbon nanotubes, non-Newtonian fluids, and spider silk, completes the entire protection process the moment a bullet hits it: the carbon nanotube film hardens the first wave of impact, the non-Newtonian fluid solidifies from a liquid state to the hardness of a steel plate within a fraction of a second around the point of impact, and the spider silk fibers diffuse the remaining kinetic energy to the entire surface of the garment.

The energy of the two large-caliber armor-piercing projectiles was gradually reduced, diffused, and absorbed.

The force transmitted to Lin Chen's skin was roughly equivalent to being poked with a finger.

He looked down at his chest.

There was a hole in the dark sweatshirt over the clothes, but the bulletproof underwear underneath was intact and did not even show any deformation.

The warhead was stuck between the carbon nanotube film and the non-Newtonian fluid solidification layer, like two fossils encased in resin.

Lin Chen reached out and pried out one of the bullets, then twirled it between his fingertips.

The deformed warhead was still warm.

There was a two-second silence on the communicator.

Then he let out a wild, out-of-control roar.

"Impossible! Two armor-piercing rounds hit him directly and he's unharmed? What is this thing?"

Lin Chen dropped the bullet on the ground.

He has already locked onto three firing positions.

East side rooftop.

The distance is forty meters.

Window on the second floor, south side.

The distance is 25 meters.

Under the Northwest Overpass.

The distance is thirty-five meters.

The three assassins will likely have a two- to three-second interval between their next round of shots. Silenced sniper rifles are bolt-action rifles, requiring manual bolt-action to eject the spent cartridge and reload after each shot.

three seconds.

enough.

[God-level Parkour] Full Power On.

[Grandmaster-level Fighting Mastery] Fully Unlocked.

Lin Chen's body instantly went from a static state to a state of full power.

He didn't rush straight toward any of the firing points.

He squatted down and picked up a piece of broken brick at his feet.

It's about the size of a palm, with sharp edges, and weighs about two kilograms.

The killer at the second-floor window on the south side is pulling the latch.

Lin Chen could see half of a gun barrel sticking out through the gap in the curtains, and the hand behind the barrel pulling the bolt back.

He used the method of throwing bricks.

It's not something you just throw away.

[God-level Physics Mastery] He completed the entire trajectory calculation a fraction of a second before releasing the ball. The mass of the brick, the release angle, air resistance, the precise position of the target window—all parameters converged in his mind into a parabola accurate to the millimeter.

The brick slipped from his hand.

Two kilograms of broken bricks flew out at a speed that shouldn't belong to human throwing, spinning and traveling a distance of twenty-five meters before slipping through the gap in the curtains.

A dull thud of flesh colliding.

Then came the commotion of someone falling backward from a second-floor window, accompanied by the sound of tables and chairs overturning.

Gone.

Clear the area on the south side.

Lin Chen did not stop.

He leaned forward, using the walls of the dead-end alley as leverage to bounce.

Three steps.

From the ground to the height of the third floor, each step on the brick seam takes no more than 0.2 seconds, leaving three shallow shoe prints on the wall.

The assassin on the east rooftop had just finished pulling the bolt.

He saw a dark figure fly out of the alley and onto the eaves of the building opposite, like a slingshot.

The figure moved so fast that his gun couldn't keep up.

The assassin pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the spot where Lin Chen had kicked off the wall half a second earlier, but missed.

Then Lin Chen was already in front of him.

The distance between the two people went from forty meters to zero in 0.3 seconds.

The assassin is a trained professional killer.

He's also good at close-quarters combat.

The moment Lin Chen appeared at the edge of the rooftop, he dropped his rifle, drew a combat dagger from his waist, gripped it in a reverse grip, and accurately slashed at Lin Chen's carotid artery.

The knife hasn't arrived yet.

Lin Chen's hand had already arrived.

His right hand, fingers spread wide, gripped the assassin's wrist like a vise. Then he twisted.

This is not the kind of stubbornness that ordinary people possess.

It is the torque exerted by a hand with a bone density ten times that of an average person.

The assassin's wrist bone snapped with a crisp sound, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Lin Chen's knee struck the assassin's abdomen, bending him into a shrimp-like shape. The final blow was an elbow to the back of the head.

The assassin lay face down on the rooftop, motionless.

Clear the area on the east side.

There's one left.

Under the Northwest Overpass.

This assassin was more alert than the previous two.

Seeing his two comrades killed within ten seconds, he immediately abandoned his firing position and turned to run.

He retreated to the outskirts of the war zone, attempting to blend in with the base's security personnel and disappear.

Lin Chen stood on the rooftop, looking down at the figure running wildly thirty meters away.

He bent down and picked up the silenced sniper rifle that the fallen assassin on the roof had dropped.

It wasn't his gun.

It feels unfamiliar, but it doesn't matter.

[God-level Gun Mastery] The moment his palm touched the gun, he provided all the gun's parameters.

It has a caliber of 7.62 mm and is a modified Remington 700. The barrel wear indicates that it has been fired approximately 3,000 rounds and is offset to the right by 0.4 MOA.

Thirty-five meters, moving target.

Lin Chen raised his gun and aimed in less than 0.5 seconds.

He thought for a moment.

Killing them would be too hasty. They'd be more useful alive.

Fine-tuning of the muzzle.

"Bang."

The bullet pierced the killer's right kneecap, and the momentum from his two steps caused him to fall forward, leaving a half-meter-long trail of blood on the concrete floor.

Northwest clearing operation.

From the moment the first hidden shot hit Xiao Kuang to the moment all three assassins were eliminated, the entire process took no more than twenty seconds.

Lin Chen threw the gun on the roof and jumped off the building's exterior wall.

I bent my knees slightly to cushion the impact when I landed, and there was no noticeable sound.

He walked back to that dead end.

Xiao Kuang was still lying on the ground, his right shoulder was almost drained of blood, and his face was as white as paper.

He was still conscious, but he could no longer speak in complete sentences.

Lin Chen squatted down and took out the titanium alloy medical box that Jiang Tingxue had given him from his pocket.

He took out the pale purple syringe containing a high concentration of adrenaline mixed with a cardiac stimulant, removed the cap, and inserted it into the muscle on the outside of Xiao Kuang's thigh.

Xiao Kuang's breathing stabilized after a dozen seconds and did not worsen further.

It's not that Lin Chen is kind-hearted.

But now that this guy is dead, it's actually detrimental to the rest of the game.

He stood up and walked to the outside of the alley.

The third killer, shot in the right knee, was rolling on the ground howling in pain.

Lin Chen walked over, stepped on his uninjured leg, bent down and searched his body and found an encrypted communicator.

The communicator is still on.

The chat history on the screen hadn't been deleted in time.

The screenshots of fund transfers, task confirmation information, and a string of account numbers for a Cayman Islands shell company all point in the same direction.

The Xiao family.

Sky Dome Group.

irrefutable evidence.

Lin Chen held the communicator in his hand and walked back to the alley.

Xiao Kuang leaned against the wall, his breathing weak but still relatively steady.

His eyelids were half open, and his gaze was unfocused as he stared at the communicator in Lin Chen's hand, seemingly vaguely aware of what it was.

Lin Chen threw the communicator on the ground in front of Xiao Kuang.

The screen is facing upwards.

The transfer records are crystal clear.

He looked down at Xiao Kuang.

"Take this and get back to the Xiao family."

Xiao Kuang's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Lin Chen squatted down, brought his face close, and spoke very softly.

Tell them the game has only just begun.

The sound of hurried footsteps and noisy walkie-talkies came from outside the alley, and the base's security forces finally reacted.

Live-fire exercises took place in the exercise area, resulting in multiple injuries, and the entire C area was placed under Level 1 alert.

Lin Chen stood up and dusted off his hands.

The base's aerial surveillance cameras faithfully recorded everything throughout the entire process.

Every single shot fired from the shadows.

Every counter-attack.

Every piece of evidence.

The landscape of Beijing is about to change.