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

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Abandoned steel plant No. 3 in the northern suburbs of Beijing.

This place was once a glorious relic of the industrial era of the last century, but now, only the rusted giant blast furnaces and factory buildings riddled with holes by wind and rain remain. Under the pale moonlight, they stand like silent steel behemoths, exuding an aura of desolation and death.

The cold wind howled through the empty factory area like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, stirring up dust and waste paper on the ground and making a "rustling" sound.

Within this deathly silence lurks a deadly trap.

A dozen or so black, ghost-like figures had already silently spread out across the various high points and shadows of the factory area.

They wore state-of-the-art Kevlar combat uniforms, carried assault rifles equipped with silencers and tactical flashlights, and wore night vision goggles. Every movement of each of them was precise and efficient, exuding the coldness and tacit understanding of professional soldiers.

They are the "executioners".

In the very center of the factory area, a tall man with sharp, hawk-like eyes stood quietly.

He is the captain of the "Executioners," codenamed "Poison Wolf."

Unlike his teammates, he didn't hide himself; instead, he stood exposed in the open, as if he had absolute confidence in himself and his team.

He glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist; the time was exactly twelve o'clock.

Just then.

"Buzz—"

A muffled engine roar came from afar.

A blinding beam of headlights tore through the darkness in the distance.

A black, armored jeep modified to resemble an armored monster slowly drove into the steel mill gate and finally stopped less than twenty meters away from Poison Wolf.

At the same time, all the assassins hiding in the shadows silently pointed their guns at the jeep.

With just a command from the captain, they could reduce the car to a pile of burning scrap metal in a fraction of a second.

"Squeak—"

The car door was violently pushed open.

A burly Russian man, wearing an extravagant mink coat and with a large belly, stepped out of the car with an extremely arrogant pigeon-toed gait.

It was Lin Chen, disguised as "Ivan".

[God-level micro-expression control] has already been activated.

At this moment, Lin Chen, inside and out, has completely transformed into a greedy, cruel, and cunning black market arms dealer.

He ignored the deadly threats lurking in the shadows, as if he hadn't noticed them at all, and walked straight up to Poison Wolf, opening his arms as if to give him a warm Russian hug.

"Oh! My dear friend 'Poison Wolf'! It's so good to see you!"

Poison Wolf slightly shifted his body, subtly avoiding his embrace, his cold gaze sweeping over him.

"Mr. Ivan, let's get down to business. Where's the goods we ordered?"

His voice was like two pieces of metal rubbing together, dry and cold.

Lin Chen's enthusiasm remained undiminished, as if he hadn't noticed the other person's wariness and distance. He took out a thick cigar from his pocket, lit it with a pure gold lighter, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

He spoke lazily in his fluent, Russian-accented English:

"The goods are on the truck, of course. But before you inspect them, the employer asked me to remind you one more time."

His eyes suddenly became somewhat playful.

"This time, our target, Lin Chen, is extremely dangerous. He's not like those bloated warlords or politicians you've killed before. I've heard that he single-handedly took down several gangs in Beijing, and even the 'Cleaners' fell to him. You'd better not underestimate him."

These words, which sound like well-intentioned advice, are actually full of inflammatory intent.

as predicted.

Upon hearing this, Poison Wolf let out a disdainful sneer.

"He's just a police advisor from China. No matter how much he boasts, he's still just one person. We 'Executioners' have killed enough targets to form a reinforced regiment! What is he compared to that?"

From the shadows behind him came several suppressed, mocking laughs.

In the eyes of these true war hyenas, the so-called police are nothing more than hothouse flowers, not worth mentioning at all.

Looking at this group of arrogant and ignorant assassins, Lin Chen chuckled inwardly, but put on a helpless expression that said, "Since you're courting death, I won't stop you."

"Okay, okay, it seems I was overthinking it."

He shrugged.

"Did you bring the money? I took a huge risk to get those goods for you."

"If there's nothing wrong with the goods, the money will naturally be transferred to your account."

"Poison Wolf said coldly."

Let's unpack it.

"OK!"

Lin Chen snapped his fingers, turned around and walked back to the Jeep, then opened the trunk.

"Splash—"

A whole crate of brand-new, heavy weapons, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, was instantly exposed to everyone's eyes.

The weapons included American-made M4A1 assault rifles, Belgian-made P90 submachine guns, and even several Swedish-made AT4 rocket launchers!

Each one is a deadly weapon capable of changing the course of a small-scale war!

A hint of satisfaction finally flashed in the wolf's eyes.

He waved his hand, and two team members immediately emerged from the shadows and stepped forward to inspect the weapons.

They picked up a rifle with professional movements, inspected the chamber, magazine, and scope, and even disassembled some parts to check for internal wear.

"Reporting, Captain, the weapons are all brand new and there are no problems."

Poison Wolf nodded.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Chen had already activated [God-level Mechanical Mastery].

Before handing these weapons over to them, Lin Chen used his hands, which were comparable to nanometer-level precision instruments, to make an extremely small, physical modification to the most core and inconspicuous firing pin structure of each gun.

The change was so subtle that even the most skilled gunsmiths couldn't detect it using the highest magnification microscope.

It will not affect normal examinations.

But the moment the trigger is pulled and the gunpowder is ignited, the enormous impact will cause the fragile firing pin to break instantly, triggering a chain reaction that will cause the entire barrel to... explode!

"very good."

Poison Wolf finally showed his first smile of the night.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Ivan. Once we've killed the target and collected the final payment, you'll receive your commission in full."

As he spoke, he prepared to lead his men away to carry out their self-righteous "execution" plan.

Watching their departing figures, Lin Chen's smile grew even colder.

He took the cigar out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and then reached into the pocket of his large mink coat and gently pressed the small remote control.

The game is over.