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

Beijing Medical University, President's Office.

Wen Zhonghai sat on a large leather sofa, holding an expensive glass of Romanée-Conti.

But his face was so gloomy that it looked like it could drip water.

Just two minutes earlier, his informant, whom he had placed near the music academy, sent a secret report.

A loud noise came from the underground music room, and a large number of special police officers cordoned off the scene.

When the suicide bomber wearing the baseball cap was carried out, his chest had completely caved in, and he was thrown into the police car like a dead dog.

"waste!"

Wen Zhonghai suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground.

The crimson liquid mixed with shards of glass splattered all over the floor.

He underestimated Lin Chen.

They not only underestimated Lin Chen's terrifying reaction speed, but also underestimated his inhuman and terrifying martial prowess!

How could you kick a five-centimeter-thick pure steel fire door to pieces?

Is this guy even human?!

Wen Zhonghai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He was able to hide under the noses of the Beijing police for fifteen years thanks to his extraordinary level of caution.

"Lin Chen must already suspect me."

"Although that assassin can't speak, the communicator he carries is a huge hidden danger."

Wen Zhonghai immediately went to his desk and turned on a specially encrypted computer.

He had to immediately sever all ties with that assassin.

At the same time, they threw out a scapegoat that had been prepared in advance, completely diverting the police's attention!

……

the other side.

A riot police car with its lights on was driving back to the city police station.

in the carriage.

The assassin was put in heavy handcuffs and shackles and firmly strapped to a steel chair.

Although his sternum was shattered and he was in so much pain that he was on the verge of fainting, his instincts as a suicide soldier kept him conscious.

Li Mingyu was sitting opposite him.

He was holding that black communicator and loudly boasting to the police officer next to him.

"This is crucial evidence! The technical department said that as long as we bring it back and plug it into a computer, we can crack the mastermind in no time!"

Li Mingyu spoke loudly, deliberately making sure the assassin could hear him clearly.

A flicker of anxiety flashed in the assassin's lowered eyes.

We absolutely cannot let the police crack the communicator!

Just then.

The police car suddenly braked sharply!

"Holy crap! How do you drive?!" Li Mingyu cursed, his body suddenly leaning forward.

The communicator in his hand fell to the ground at the assassin's feet with a "thud".

Li Mingyu seemed to be distracted by the road conditions ahead and didn't bend down to pick it up immediately.

opportunity!

The assassin endured the excruciating pain in his chest and suddenly hooked his toe.

The communicator instantly slid into his hand.

He moved his finger with great difficulty, and a tiny metal piece hidden under his fingernail pierced the communicator's charging port!

Short circuit!

Shila-

A slight popping sound came from inside the communicator.

A burnt smell instantly filled the entire carriage.

Li Mingyu then "woke up as if from a dream" and abruptly turned his head.

"Holy crap! What are you doing?!"

Li Mingyu kicked the assassin and snatched the communicator away.

But the communicator screen had gone completely black, and a wisp of pungent blue smoke was emanating from it.

"It's over, the evidence is destroyed!"

Li Mingyu pounded his thigh in anguish, his expression of frustration so convincing it was worthy of an Oscar.

The assassin stared at the burned-out communicator, breathing heavily.

Although the mission failed, he preserved his master's secret.

……

A courtyard house, a study.

Lin Chen sat in front of the computer, looking at an electronic map of Beijing on the screen.

On the map, an extremely tiny red dot is flashing wildly.

"Destroyed?"

Lin Chen let out a cold laugh.

"The nanotracker uses independent bioelectric power, so even if you smash the communicator to dust, the signal will not be lost."

[God-level hacking skills] at full capacity!

Lin Chen's fingers blurred across the keyboard, the keys striking the keys with a rapid, clattering sound.

Lines of complex code were jumping wildly on the screen.

Lin Chen locked onto the special frequency signal emitted by that red dot and continued to amplify it.

"Found it."

Lin Chen picked up his phone and dialed Su Qingge's number directly.

"Qingge, southern suburbs, abandoned meat processing plant."

"Take your men, fully armed, and launch a direct assault."

Half an hour later.

An abandoned meat processing plant in the southern suburbs.

This place has been abandoned for many years, overgrown with weeds, and filled with a nauseating stench of decay.

More than a dozen special police vehicles silently surrounded the entire factory area.

Fully armed, Su Qingge, holding a submachine gun, kicked open the rusty iron gate of the factory.

"Police! Don't move!"

Dozens of special police officers rushed in.

The blinding beam of a tactical flashlight swept back and forth in the dark factory.

however.

The factory was deathly silent; there was no sign of resistance.

Su Qingge frowned, made a gesture, and led the group deeper inside.

In front of a cold storage room deep inside the factory, they smelled a strong stench of blood.

Push open the heavy iron door of the cold storage.

The scene before them stunned even the most seasoned police officers.

In the center of the cold storage room, there was a simple operating table.

On the operating table lay several blood-stained scalpels and some fragments of animal bones.

And above the operating table.

A male corpse was suspended in mid-air by a thick hemp rope, its tongue sticking out long, clearly indicating that it was dead.

At the feet of the male corpse was a wooden stool that had been kicked over.

On the table next to it lay a suicide note written in blood.

"Captain Su, this..."

A special police officer stepped forward and checked the cold carotid artery of the male corpse.

"She was dead. Judging from the traces at the scene, it was a suicide out of guilt."

Su Qingge walked over, picked up the suicide note, and glanced at it.

The inscription contained a "confession" regarding the recent series of skeletal carving cases, along with a scathing critique of the police, concluding with a statement that he wanted to "return to the embrace of art."

The handwriting was chaotic, full of the neuroticism of a psychopathic killer.

"That old fox is too cunning!"

Enraged, Su Qingge slammed her fist on the iron door of the cold storage, making it vibrate loudly.

The trail seems to have gone completely cold here.

Wen Zhonghai used a corpse to perfectly block all directions of police investigation.

Just then, Lin Chen's calm voice came through the communication channel.

"Don't rush."

"Scapegoats can only fool ordinary people."

"The more he tries to cover it up, the more flaws he reveals."

"Bringing the body back to the forensic lab is just the beginning of the real show."