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

The dim emergency lights cast a long, elongated shadow of Lin Chen, like a gigantic demonic figure projected from the depths of hell, completely enveloping the limp ghost on the ground.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burnt electronic components, creating a nauseating odor.

The ghost gasped for breath, staring at the unharmed, composed man before him, and at his men who had died tragically. His mind went blank, and his entire worldview was utterly shattered and collapsed in that instant.

monster!

This guy isn't even human!

This is a demon that crawled out of hell!

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"

The ghost's voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme fear. He used all his strength to squeeze out this desperate question from his throat.

His survival instinct made him reach out with trembling hands, trying to pick up the golden Desert Eagle that had fallen not far away.

That was his last and most ridiculous reliance.

"monster?"

Lin Chen chuckled, the hard drive in his hand spinning nimbly between his fingers, as if it were not priceless top-secret information, but an ordinary coin.

Just as the ghost's finger was about to touch the gun handle...

Lin Chen made a move!

His god-level danger perception had already predicted all his actions!

The explosive power of the [God-level Parkour] was fully demonstrated at this moment!

The ghost only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure that was sitting in the chair seemed to break through the limitations of space in an instant, turning into a blur that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and appeared in front of him in an instant!

too fast!

It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of his neural reaction!

The ghost's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints. He saw only a hand, a seemingly ordinary hand that contained terrifying power, which grabbed the barrel of his Golden Desert Eagle in an extremely domineering manner!

He instinctively reached for the trigger!

But it was too late!

Lin Chen twisted his wrist with an extremely casual gesture!

[God-level mastery of physics]!

The principle of leverage!

Metal fatigue limit!

Stress-induced structural failure!

All the complex knowledge of physics is transformed into the purest and most violent aesthetics of power at this moment!

"Crunch—snap!"

A metallic, distorted sound that made your teeth ache and your scalp tingle!

The Golden Desert Eagle, crafted from special high-quality steel and hailed as the "cannon" among pistols, was as soft as a twisted rope in Lin Chen's hands!

The barrel, slide, and gun body... were forcibly twisted into a meaningless lump of scrap metal in a way that completely defied the common sense of physics!

"Bang!"

Lin Chen released his grip, and the lump of scrap metal fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This sound completely shattered the ghost's last psychological defense!

He crushed a Desert Eagle with his bare hands?!

Is this...is this something a human could do?!

"what……"

The ghost let out a strange, inhuman scream in fright. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, a foul-smelling liquid flowing uncontrollably from his crotch.

He was so scared he peed himself!

The "ghost" who once wielded immense power on the dark web, treating human life as worthless, has now become a pathetic, begging dog.

Lin Chen's face revealed undisguised disgust and contempt.

He looked down at the mentally broken good-for-nothing, sneered, and pulled a syringe from his pocket.

The syringe contained a pale blue liquid that emitted a dangerous odor.

[A source of truth!]

Dealing with such a stubborn desperado is a waste of time using any traditional interrogation methods.

Only this kind of black technology, which comes from the system and ignores any willpower and drug resistance, can be the most direct and effective way to achieve a dimensional reduction attack.

"No...don't...don't come any closer..."

The ghost stared at the gleaming needle tip, terrified out of its wits, and frantically scrambled backward on the ground, trying to get away from the demon.

Lin Chen was too lazy to play this boring game with him anymore.

He stepped forward and stomped on the ghost's still struggling body.

Then, he crouched down and, under the gaze of those eyes filled with extreme fear, plunged the cold needle into the ghost's carotid artery without hesitation!

"Pfft!"

The pale blue medicine was pushed in completely.

"Well……"

The ghost's body suddenly stiffened and convulsed violently twice.

His eyes instantly lost focus, his pupils dilated, and his gaze became dull, empty, and wooden, as if his soul had been instantly ripped away, leaving only a walking corpse to be manipulated.

The drug's effects are immediate.

Lin Chen stood up, put away the empty syringe, his voice icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"The first question."

Who is the highest-ranking official in the capital for the "Dark Moon" organization?

The ghost's lips moved mechanically, enunciating clearly but without any emotion.

"It's... the 'Earl'..."

"Who is he? Where is he hiding?" Lin Chen pressed.

"I don't know... His identity is top secret of the 'Dark Moon' organization... All I know is that he has always disguised himself as a celebrity in high society... hiding in the top circles of power and wealth in the capital..."

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

It seems that this "Earl" is of a much higher rank than the ghost.

But it's okay.

"The second question."

Lin Chen held up the hard drive in his hand and asked coldly.

Where does this money laundering list ultimately end up? What are the specific channels through which the funds are channeled?

"The funds...all flowed to... 'Tiansheng Ocean Trading Group'..."

The ghost answered blankly.

"This is an offshore company registered in the Cayman Islands...the actual controlling shareholder is unknown...it launders illicit funds...out of the country in batches...through fictitious trade with multiple domestic import and export companies..."

Tiansheng Ocean Trading Group!

A cold killing intent flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

The clue has been connected!

As long as we dig along this line, that so-called "Earl," along with the entire foundation of "Dark Moon" in China, will be uprooted!

"One last question."

Lin Chen stared at the ghost's blank face.

"How do I stop the self-destruct sequence?"

"Unable to... terminate..."

The ghost answered mechanically.

"Once the 'purification' process starts... it's irreversible... there are... fifteen minutes left..."

Lin Chen glanced at the countdown on the screen, which had stopped ticking but whose internal program was still running, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

That's ruthless enough; they even destroyed their own escape route.

Unfortunately, it didn't work for me.

Having obtained all the core intelligence and the most important physical evidence disk, the ghost lost its last value.

Lin Chen raised his foot and delivered a swift and clean chop to the back of Ghost's neck.

"Bang."

The ghost didn't even utter a sound before its head lolled to the side and it completely passed out.

Lin Chen turned around and walked towards the heavy alloy door, his steps as leisurely as if he were strolling in his own living room.

Outside, the real show is just beginning.