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

In the control room, Ghost was sweating profusely as he stared at the rapidly scrolling copy progress bar on the screen, cursing incessantly.

"Faster! Faster!"

Several of his trusted men behind him were frantically loading boxes of gold bars and US dollar cash onto a cart.

The whole scene was chaotic and tense.

Lin Chen, with his unremarkable "A-Qiang" face, walked steadily into the control room.

His composure and calmness, so out of place with his surroundings, went unnoticed by anyone.

Everyone's nerves were on edge, bracing for the impending escape and self-destruction.

"Ah Qiang, what the hell are you standing there for! Come help move these things!"

Without even looking up, Ghost roared at Lin Chen as he walked in, his tone full of impatience.

Lin Chen's face still held that eerie, cold smile.

Instead of walking towards the gold bars, he strode forward, step by step, until he reached the ghost's back.

He was so close that he could even smell the sweat emanating from the ghost, a result of tension and fear.

He didn't draw his gun or reveal any weapon; instead, he discreetly pulled a small, button-sized metal disc from his pocket, which was crackling with a ghostly blue electric arc.

Miniature EMP Generator!

"Okay, boss."

A cold, unfamiliar, yet somewhat mocking male voice suddenly rang out behind the ghost's ear.

"Let me help you... move it."

That sound!

It's not Ah Qiang's!

The ghost's hair stood on end in that instant!

A chill ran from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head!

He turned around abruptly, and for the first time, his face, hidden in the shadows, revealed extreme, indescribable terror!

What met his eyes was still "A-Qiang's" familiar face.

But those eyes were deep, cold, and full of a cat-and-mouse game!

"Lin...Lin Chen?!"

The ghost screamed incoherently, its voice distorted and shrill with fear.

"How did you get in here!"

Lin Chen didn't give him any chance to waste words.

The curve of his lips transformed into the grim smile of death at that moment, and his thumb decisively pressed the switch on the EMP generator!

"Buzz—!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a very brief, yet seemingly soul-piercing, high-frequency buzzing sound!

An invisible, destructive electromagnetic pulse, centered on Lin Chen, swept across the entire air-raid shelter like ripples on the surface of water!

"Sizzle...smack! smack! smack!"

The next second, the end of the world arrives!

Inside the main control room, the dozen or so huge monitoring screens simultaneously burst into a dazzling display of electrical sparks, then instantly went black!

After flickering violently for a mere 0.1 seconds, all the incandescent lights on the ceiling went out with a series of cracking sounds!

The computer host, which was copying data, emitted a plume of acrid black smoke and was completely destroyed!

Even the assault rifles in the hands of those black-clad henchmen, equipped with electronic accessories such as infrared sights and tactical flashlights, made crackling short-circuit sounds and instantly turned into piles of scrap metal!

In that instant, the entire air-raid shelter was plunged into absolute, pitch-black, pure darkness!

Panic spread instantly, like a plague!

"Damn! What's going on?!"

"Power outage? What about the backup power?"

"My night vision goggles are broken! I can't see anything!"

In the darkness, the ghost's henchmen cried out in panic and cursed.

They were like a group of blind people locked in an iron box, completely losing their sense of direction and security.

However, this darkness, which symbolized death for them, was like Lin Chen's own backyard.

[God-level Hearing Ability]! Activated!

[God-level Night Vision (Insight-based)]! Activated!

In an instant, the world in Lin Chen's eyes transformed into a clear, detailed black-and-white image.

In the darkness, the location of each person, their rapid heartbeats due to fear, their heavy breathing, and even the faint sound of clothes rubbing together, all became incredibly precise coordinates, clearly presented in his mind!

[Grandmaster-level combat skills]!

At this moment, it bursts forth with extreme ferocity!

Darkness became his perfect stage.

These so-called elite mercenaries became lambs to the slaughter on the stage.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Chen moved.

His figure left an almost imperceptible afterimage in the darkness. His first target was the man in black who was closest to him, trying to grope along the wall for a switch.

The man only felt a gentle breeze pass by, and before he could react, he had no time to do anything.

A cold, powerful hand, like an iron clamp, silently gripped his throat.

"Snap!"

A crisp, piercing sound of bones cracking echoed in the deathly darkness.

The man's body went limp and he collapsed without even letting out a scream.

"Who?! Who's there?!"

The sharp sound instantly alerted the other men. They raised their rifles, now reduced to burning sticks, and began firing wildly in the direction of the sound!

"Da da da da da!"

The flash of gunfire, appearing and disappearing in the darkness like lightning, briefly illuminated this hell on earth.

They could only see the faces of their companions, distorted by extreme fear, but they couldn't catch a glimpse of the ghostly enemy!

Lin Chen, however, had already used his [God-level Parkour] skills the instant they fired, silently climbing up the ceiling pipes like a gecko, coldly looking down at the group of headless flies below.

The gunfire stopped.

The interval between reloading is the interval between death.

Lin Chen leaped down from the ceiling and landed silently behind two enemies who were back to back, warily observing their surroundings.

He used both hands simultaneously, like two indestructible iron hammers, and slammed them hard into the back of their necks.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull thuds followed, and two more vital signs disappeared.

"He's right in front of us! Turn on the lights! Turn on the fucking lights!"

The ghost's voice echoed in the darkness, filled with hysterical madness.

However, the only response he received was the series of short, shrill screams from his companions, and the sickening sound of bones cracking!

"what!"

"No……"

"puff!"

Less than a minute.

The whole process was as fast as a bloody dream.

When the last scream in the darkness abruptly ceased, the entire control room fell into a deathly silence once more.

All that remained was the ghost's own heavy, fear-filled panting.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

That was the sound of blood dripping from a corpse onto the ground, like a death knell, striking the already broken nerves of the ghost.

"Clatter".

A soft thud was the sound of the ghost's hands trembling so violently that it could no longer hold the golden desert eagle and fell to the ground.

He completely broke down.

Just then, with a "zzzz" sound, the backup emergency light in the corner of the wall lit up extremely faintly, casting a dim and eerie yellow light.

The ghost looked up in terror.

He saw a hellish scene that he would never forget.

His dozen or so elite men lay sprawled in pools of blood, each dying in an extremely contorted posture, their faces frozen with the extreme fear of their impending doom.

In the very center of the control room, on his leather boss's chair, a symbol of power and status.

Lin Chen was sitting there unharmed.

Not a single drop of blood was on him.

In his hand, he was slowly playing with the hard drive containing all the top-secret data that had just been unplugged from the broken computer.

He looked at the ghost lying limp on the ground, a devilish smile on his face.