I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

The explosion-proof lead door of the No. 704 air-raid shelter was broken open.

Old Zhao and Chen Feng, along with fully armed officers, plunged sixty meters underground and headed straight for the core area.

Everyone remained silent; when they embarked on this mission, they had prepared for the worst.

They encountered indescribable horrors and faced the prospect of losing most of their troops or even being wiped out.

However, they only encountered a few peripheral believers along the way.

These believers almost collapsed at the first sign of trouble; some even ran away at the sight of them, unlike the few fanatical believers who had previously been captured and disregarded life and death.

The more the operators pushed, the less resistance they encountered.

The corridor was empty, with only a pile of clutter and weapons that hadn't been taken away in the rush.

"Something's not right." Chen Feng kicked open a half-closed iron door.

Old Zhao didn't speak, but his expression grew increasingly grim.

Everything went too smoothly.

This place doesn't look like the hideout of a cult; it looks more like a bankrupt real estate company undergoing liquidation.

None of the true core members, the high-ranking believers whose names are recorded in the case files, showed up.

They all knew what this meant.

Those people are all inside.

"Lin Yan".

Old Zhao gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and ignored whether the operatives behind him could keep up.

However, when the spotlights above everyone's heads shone into the hall, everyone froze in place, just like the seven fairies encountering Sun Wukong.

The scene before them left these battle-hardened elite agents bewildered.

Shouldn't this be the main battlefield?

There were no craters, no bizarre sights, and even the pollution threshold table didn't react at all.

If it weren't for half of the train car lying across the road, they wouldn't have been able to find any trace of the fierce battle.

Suddenly, everyone looked towards the center, and they discovered the strange thing about the place.

The altar, constructed from hundreds of human bones, was cut in half.

The left half of the altar collapsed to the ground, its cross-section clean and sharp, even reflecting light.

Old Zhao swallowed hard. When he made tofu stew with soybean pulp for his son yesterday, the tofu he cut was never as smooth as this.

Those core followers they thought they would have to fight tooth and nail tonight to take down were now lying scattered on the ground.

Most of them could no longer be called corpses; their skin was shriveled and clung to their bones, their eye sockets were sunken, and there were only two black holes in them.

It was as if something had drained all the moisture from the inside, leaving only a dried human skin wrapped in a priest's robe.

What gives you goosebumps even more are a few other places.

Several priestly robes lay intact on the ground, sleeves, trouser legs, and collars all there, but the people inside were nowhere to be seen.

There was no bloodstains or drag marks around, as if the people wearing these clothes had been completely erased from existence.

Chen Feng squatted down and used the muzzle of his gun to lift a priest's robe. The fabric hung limply, and there was nothing left underneath.

He stood up and spoke hoarsely:

"Who did this?"

Old Zhao did not answer.

If all of this is bizarre, then Jiangcheng can prepare to be removed from the list.

"Search! Find Lin Yan!"

At Old Zhao's command, the officers behind him immediately split into several teams and filed out.

He swept over the believers scattered on the ground, over the altar cut in half, and finally settled on the half-carriage in the corner.

There appears to be someone sitting next to the carriage.

The man was covered in blood, his head was down as if he were asleep, and his right hand was making a peace sign.

"Found him! Special Envoy Lin is here!"

An agent shouted.

Old Zhao immediately rushed over and saw that familiar figure under half of the carriage.

Lin Yan leaned against the tire, his mouth and chest stained with blood.

His face was ashen, and his chest could be heard cracking with every breath.

"Quick! Where's the medical team? Get me the best equipment!"

Old Zhao's eyes reddened, and he rushed over and knelt down on one knee. He wanted to help him up but dared not touch him, for fear of causing further harm.

Chen Feng walked over quickly.

The perspectives of high-ranking officials from the provincial bureau are different.

Upon noticing the unusual cut on the altar in the hall, he realized that Lin Yan's strategic value within the bureau had undergone a qualitative change.

That's definitely not something an ordinary person could make; even within the provincial bureau, there are very few who could do that.

And at his age, there is not a single person who can do this.

This young man, on the verge of death, not only averted a man-made disaster but also possessed at least one trump card that could save Jiangcheng.

Chen Feng took out a crystal tube about the size of a little finger from his inner pocket. The liquid inside the tube shimmered under the light.

He squatted down next to Lin Yan, his brows furrowed, staring at the blood and foam constantly seeping from the corner of Lin Yan's mouth, but he hesitated to make a move.

Old Zhao watched anxiously as Chen Feng stood there motionless with a bottle of medicine, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

The people in the provincial bureau are all heartless.

He snatched the vial of medicine, opened the cap, and poured it into Lin Yan's mouth.

"Human life is at stake! What the hell are you hesitating for?!"

"Old Zhao!"

Chen Feng reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

The entire vial of medicine was poured in.

Chen Feng's hand froze in mid-air, his expression shifting several times.

The moment the medicine entered his throat, Lin Yan's whole body suddenly tensed up, just like when he dreamed that the drill instructor was shouting "Attention!"

Then his whole body convulsed violently, as if the instructors were constantly rotating between standing at attention and at ease, and even more blood foam spilled from his mouth.

Old Zhao was so frightened that his hand trembled, and he was at a loss for what to do.

After a while, Lin Yan's convulsions gradually stopped.

The medicine began to take effect.

His breathing gradually became regular, and the cracking sound of his chest rising and falling disappeared.

Chen Feng squatted down beside him, breathed a sigh of relief, and plopped down on the ground.

Old Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead, still muttering curses under his breath:

"I knew it! Things weren't getting better! That yell you just gave me a real fright!"

"Wait, what's the origin of this medicine? Why is your face so pale?"

"S-grade repair essence," Chen Feng said slowly.

He spoke casually, but his eyes kept glancing sideways at Old Zhao.

Old Zhao's face turned pale instantly.

"Huh, S-rank?"

"Yes, S-level, provincial strategic reserve, the bureau currently has no more than 10 of them."

"Oh, now it's nine." Chen Feng added insult to injury.

Old Zhao kept saying "eh eh eh" for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a second word.

He looked up at Chen Feng to make sure the other man wasn't joking.

He glanced at the empty crystal bottle again, as if he were doing accounting.

I'm calculating how much salary I'll need for the rest of my life to fill this hole.

Chen Feng suppressed a laugh, deliberately remaining silent and just staring at him expressionlessly.

Old Zhao shoved the empty bottle into Chen Feng's hand, stubbornly saying:

"S-class it is, he's worth the price! I approve it!"

Chen Feng finally couldn't hold back.

He waved his hand, stood up, and patted Old Zhao on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop holding back. I wasn't just reluctant to part with the medicine."

"Then why are you hesitating?"