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

At 5 p.m., during the evening rush hour, the streets of Beijing were completely jammed, turning into a flowing river of steel.

A black Audi A6 merged into the congested traffic and moved forward slowly.

Inside the car, forensic expert Chen Yannian gripped the steering wheel expressionlessly. His usually imposing face was now filled with weariness and struggle.

He glanced at the rearview mirror every now and then, his eyes filled with vigilance and unease, like a frightened bird.

About 300 meters behind him, in a low-key but powerful black bulletproof SUV, Lin Chen was wearing sunglasses, with one hand on the steering wheel, looking relaxed and at ease.

His god-like driving skills were already activated. His brain was like a navigator with a God's-eye view, accurately planning famous routes. No matter how the Audi in front changed lanes or cut in, he could always follow behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, without arousing the slightest suspicion.

Mr. Chen's car did not go home, nor did it go to any hospital or research institute. Instead, it drove towards the outskirts of Beijing.

The traffic gradually thinned out, and the surrounding buildings changed from high-rise buildings to low and dilapidated factories.

Finally, the Audi A6 turned into a large shopping mall that had been abandoned for many years.

The mall's exterior walls are mottled, its glass is broken, and it exudes a sense of apocalyptic desolation.

It didn't stop, but drove directly along a spiral ramp into the dimly lit three-level underground parking garage.

The place was deathly silent, filled with the damp, musty smell. Thick dust covered the ground, with only two clear tire tracks leading into the depths of the parking lot.

Lin Chen parked the car in the shadows at the entrance, turned off the engine, and seemed to blend into the darkness.

He saw that Mr. Chen's car had stopped next to a load-bearing pillar at the deepest part of the parking lot.

There, a black Jinbei van without any license plates was already parked.

The car door opened, and Mr. Chen stepped out, carrying a silver portable cooler with a low-temperature refrigeration function, his steps faltering.

Almost simultaneously, the side door of the black van was also pulled open with a "whoosh," and a tall, mysterious man wearing black sunglasses and a mask, who was completely covered up, jumped out of the van.

"Did you bring the things?"

The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and wary, like sandpaper being rubbed.

A pleading glint flashed in Old Chen's cloudy eyes as he handed over the refrigerator, his voice trembling slightly with fear and humiliation.

"I brought...I brought it. This is Liu Zhenbang's original blood sample, and a copy of the autopsy report that I signed...I did everything you asked. Please, give the antidote to my grandson...he can't hold on much longer..."

By the end, this once-renowned forensic scientist's voice was trembling with tears, and his back was hunched over, like an ordinary old man begging for pity.

The mysterious man snatched the refrigerator, opened it to check, and after confirming that everything was in order, let out a disdainful snort.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

At the very moment of their transaction, thirty meters away, in the shadow of another load-bearing column, Lin Chen made a move.

[God-level Parkour]!

[God-level Danger Perception]!

His body transformed into a weightless, soundless ghost in an instant!

With a light touch of the toes on the dusty ground, the person seemed to merge into the darkness, drifting forward silently.

Not a single speck of dust was stirred up on the ground!

In just one second, he closed the distance of thirty meters to within ten meters!

His movements were lighter than those of a top-tier special agent and more silent than the most agile cheetah. The two people making the transaction were completely unaware.

Lin Chen stopped behind an abandoned Santana sedan, but he didn't rush to make a move.

He pulled out a tiny device from his pocket, no bigger than a grain of rice, completely black with a matte finish.

This is a quantum entanglement signal eavesdropping device that he made himself in his spare time, using his [God-level Materials Science Proficiency] and [God-level Mechanical Proficiency] and the high-tech equipment in the courtyard!

This thing is a hundred years more advanced than the most advanced eavesdropping devices on the market. It does not need a power source and can be self-charged by the weak electromagnetic waves in the surrounding environment. Furthermore, through the principle of quantum entanglement, it can transmit signals to the bound receiver in real time without delay, loss, or shielding.

Lin Chen held the tiny listening device, about the size of a grain of rice, between his thumb and middle finger.

His eyes instantly turned as sharp as an eagle's!

[Mastering the Art of Actuarial Science] Unlocked!

Wind speed, humidity, air resistance, parabolic trajectory, target speed... countless data points were instantly processed in his mind, resulting in a perfect trajectory!

Snap your fingers, and you're done!

"Whoosh—!"

The bug, barely larger than a speck of dust, traced a perfect parabola in the dim air, an arc too perfect for the naked eye to detect.

It traversed a distance of nearly ten meters, precisely and silently attaching itself to the gap in the trunk door of the black van.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, as if it were a natural masterpiece.

The mysterious man beside the car knew nothing about it.

He took a small brown medicine bottle out of his pocket and threw it at Old Chen's feet like trash.

"Hmph, this is enough for seven days."

"Seven days from now, same place, I need the next batch of 'cooperation' materials."

After saying that, he didn't look at Old Chen, who was slumped on the ground, again, and jumped onto the bread cart.

With a roar of the engine, the van blazed with blinding headlights, quickly turned around, kicked up a cloud of dust, and sped away.

In the underground parking garage, only Old Chen remained.

He seemed to have all his energy drained away. He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he picked up the small medicine bottle, held it in his arms, and let out a suppressed and painful sob.

Lin Chen ignored the pitiful and pathetic old man.

He slowly emerged from the shadows, took out a specially made Bluetooth headset and put it on. Through the headset, he could clearly hear the noise of the van's tires and the mysterious man's slightly rapid breathing.

He stared in the direction the bread truck had disappeared, his eyes behind his sunglasses flashing with a cold, cruel light, like a hunter eyeing its prey.

The fish has taken the bait.

Now, it's time to wrap things up.