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

After the theater quieted down, the lingering smell of blood and excrement became even more pronounced.

Lin Chen took out his phone and glanced at it; the signal here had been blocked by Chu Yunzhou. He strode to the dilapidated gate of the theater and took a breath of the cool night air.

Cell phone signal has returned to full strength.

Lin Chen opened WeChat and sent Su Qingge a precise location, followed by a voice message: "Bring your men to close the net, bring a few ambulances, there are a few half-dead people on the scene."

After sending the message, Lin Chen leaned against a mottled stone pillar at the theater entrance, took out a box of mints from his pocket, poured out two and popped them into his mouth, then waited quietly.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau's Major Crimes Unit had reached an extremely tense level.

The attack on Jiang Tingxue in the forensic lab put the entire police station on high alert, and Su Qingge was frantic with worry. Lin Chen had gone to track down that extremely dangerous, high-IQ killer all by himself, without even bringing any backup, which made Su Qingge extremely anxious.

My phone suddenly beeped.

Su Qingge grabbed her phone and opened the voice message. Hearing Lin Chen's calm and steady voice, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back down.

"All personnel, at your posts! Target: abandoned opera house on the outskirts of Beijing. Special Police Squadron 1 and 2, fully armed, depart immediately!"

Su Qingge issued the order in a stern voice.

Less than half an hour later, the quiet suburban highways of Beijing were filled with the wailing of sirens.

A dozen police cars and riot control vehicles with flashing red and blue lights roared through the night like a long dragon, completely surrounding the abandoned theater.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, fully armed special police officers jumped out with submachine guns in hand.

With riot shields in front, beams of tactical flashlights crisscrossed in the darkness, and red dots from infrared sights swept across the area. The entire assault was meticulously planned and executed.

Wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a pistol, Su Qingge took the lead and charged ahead.

"Lin Chen!"

Seeing Lin Chen leaning against the door, unharmed, Su Qingge's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over.

"It's safe inside now, let's go in and clean the floor." Lin Chen chewed on a mint and stepped aside to let the door open.

The SWAT team leader gave a hand signal, and two demolition experts kicked open the half-closed door on the left and right, allowing the large group of people to quickly pour into the theater.

The powerful searchlights instantly illuminated the dark theater lobby as if it were daytime.

When they saw the scene inside, all the special police and criminal police officers who rushed in gasped in shock.

It was too tragic.

Below the stage, eight muscular, burly men lay sprawled about. Their physiques suggested they were highly trained killing machines, but at this moment, some of their arms were broken in the opposite direction, with bone fragments piercing their skin; others had large areas of their sternum caved in, barely able to breathe.

The entire hall floor was covered with knife marks, bloodstains, and dents from impacts.

"Safety!"

"It's safe here too! The suspect is incapacitated!"

The special police officers quickly brought the scene under control, but their guns remained firmly pointed at the people on the ground, and they dared not relax their guard for a moment.

Li Mingyu followed Su Qingge in, almost dropping his gun. He swallowed hard, looked at the carnage on the ground, then turned to look at Lin Chen, who stood at the door with his hair perfectly styled.

"Brother Lin... did you take down all these people by yourself?" Li Mingyu's voice was trembling.

Lin Chen ignored him and pointed to the stage.

Li Mingyu followed Lin Chen's finger and immediately covered his nose.

In the center of the stage, Chu Yunzhou, the gentle and refined international psychology authority who is often interviewed on television, is now curled up in a pool of disgusting excrement.

His head was covered in blood, and he had ripped a large bald patch off his head. He looked like a mentally impaired person, drooling constantly, his eyes unfocused, muttering incoherently, "Don't saw off my head... don't saw it off..."

Whenever a police officer approaches, he screams wildly as if he's been electrocuted and desperately tries to shrink into a corner.

"This...this is the high-IQ serial killer who turned Beijing upside down?" Li Mingyu's eyes widened. This wasn't some crime mastermind; this was a complete madman driven mad with fear!

Su Qingge walked to Lin Chen's side, carefully checked his body, and after confirming that he was not injured, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Lin Chen took out the miniature remote control from his pocket and then pulled out a black portable hard drive from a nearby storage box, handing them both to Su Qingge.

"This remote control is connected to the explosives inside the theater's load-bearing pillars. Have the bomb disposal team handle it," Lin Chen said calmly. "This hard drive contains all of Chu Yunzhou's criminal records over the years, his underground money laundering network, and a list of the puppets he controls. With this, the case can be closed immediately."

Su Qingge took the heavy, irrefutable evidence and looked at the man in front of her who could always turn the tide in desperate situations. Her eyes suddenly reddened.

Ignoring the dozens of subordinates present, she stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Lin Chen tightly around the waist, burying her face in his chest.

"Honey, you're amazing." Su Qingge's voice was choked with emotion.

The SWAT officers and criminal police around them turned their heads in perfect unison, pretending to inspect the dead body on the ground. Li Mingyu even whistled and looked up to study the theater ceiling.

Lin Chen reached out and pinched Su Qingge's flushed cheeks, which were burning with excitement, and said softly, "Alright, let's get to work. Take this bunch of trash back; this place stinks."

Su Qingge quickly let go, straightened her police uniform, and regained the authority of the head of the serious crimes unit.

"Medical team, move in! Handcuff all the suspects and take them back to the station!"

Following Su Qingge's order, doctors and nurses rushed in with stretchers to provide basic immobilization and bandaging for the suicide bombers. As for Chu Yunzhou, he was dragged out of the theater like a dead dog by two SWAT officers and shoved into a police car.