I write obituaries for the gods

"I saw it." Brother Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

He certainly saw the headline about Lin Chen shaking hands with Terry: This kid killed an Alpha-level demigod and saved Rain City.

But based on Brother Hao's extensive social experience, this kind of thing is either a publicity stunt by the investigation bureau or a deliberate publicity stunt by the foundation.

He felt that Lin Chen was most likely just a pawn, someone who was promoted to be a target.

Most importantly, he didn't want Lin Chen to get involved in this mess.

Why should someone with such a bright future have so much to do with this old dog who's about to drown in the rain?

Young people should walk the sunny path of youth.

Lin Chen naturally saw through Hao Ge's thoughts.

He patted Brother Hao on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Brother Hao, my current actions are backed by the bureau. Since I have a legitimate reason for doing this, I'll definitely get things done for you."

"After it's all over, you don't need to pay me. Just give me a good review on the black market and I'll give you the points."

After saying that, Lin Chen stood up and waved his hand.

"Take me there."

"Crash..."

Rain fell, sprinkling onto the cobblestones of Gute Street, releasing the scent of moss.

At the street intersection, Lin Chen saw the restaurant that Brother Hao had taken over.

It must be said that the scale is indeed quite large, with two whole floors and antique decorations, like a fierce tiger crouching on a street corner.

“This is it,” Hao Ge said, holding an umbrella over Lin Chen. “Look, they’re still guarding the entrance.”

Lin Chen looked towards the restaurant entrance: two fully armed gangsters stood there, holding AK47s.

A classic choice.

"Stay here, I'll take care of it." Lin Chen patted Hao Ge on the shoulder.

"Don't we need to come along?"

"No need, just take care of yourself."

Lin Chen pressed the earpiece and said softly:

"Taro, are you ready?"

"Ready to go."

On a rooftop not far away, Li Zhanyi set up a sniper rifle, wearing a raincoat.

Through the camera lens, she saw Lin Chen and Hao Ge exchange a few words before heading straight for the restaurant entrance.

"..."

Inside the restaurant, members of the Stinky Cat Gang were partying in the lobby. Some were playing guitar on the bar, while others were opening bottle after bottle of liquor recklessly by the wine cabinet.

"How long are you going to talk up there, boss?" one of the gangsters asked drunkenly, brandishing his .45 revolver.

“Damn it, they’ve probably all started drinking,” another bandit muttered. “This place is pretty good. Once we’ve drunk this place dry, those stinky cooks will be pretty much done for.”

"Their leader is called Brother Hao, haha, isn't this fucking hilarious? Brother Hao is looking for death in the cat's territory."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Clang."

Suddenly, the restaurant door was pushed open.

All eyes were focused on the doorway: a figure wearing a black trench coat and a Jason mask walked in, with the torrential rain roaring behind him.

"Who's in charge?" Lin Chen asked in a low voice.

"..."

The bandits exchanged glances, then burst into laughter simultaneously.

"Hahahaha, has this idiot gone mad? Came in here looking to die?"

"Hey, who the hell are you?"

The thug carrying a revolver sauntered up to Lin Chen and pressed the muzzle of his gun directly against Lin Chen's mask.

"You're dressed well, young master. Are you here to show off? Hmm?"

Lin Chen felt the gun barrel pressed against his mask without making a sound, his eyes behind the mask remaining calm.

"Are you in charge?" he said.

"Did I tell you to speak?" the thug growled. "Kneel down."

"How rude..." Lin Chen clicked his tongue.

"I'll say it again, kneel down!" the thug roared.

He forcefully poked Lin Chen's mask with the muzzle of his gun, his trembling finger on the trigger in anger.

The next second, he found that his hand was moving on its own...

No, it was the gun that was pulling his hand!

The thugs looked at the Jason mask in horror: the eyes behind the mask were flashing with a ghostly blue light!

He could only feel his gun barrel gradually turning, slowly changing direction...

It was pressed against his own chin.

"So, are you in charge?" Lin Chen asked softly.

"You fucking..."

"Kneel down!" Lin Chen shouted.

With a sudden dizziness, the bandit knelt on the ground, and his pistol slipped from his hand.

"Hey! You fucking bastard!"

Two thugs grabbed their guns and aimed at Lin Chen. The next second, two bullets pierced the glass one after the other.

"Boom! Boom!"

The bullets hit their guns precisely, causing the weapons to fly from their hands and fall to the ground.

"Sniper!" someone shouted.

"Shut up."

Lin Chen glanced at the man, his eyes immediately becoming dazed, before he slowly knelt down on the ground.

Lin Chen squatted down in front of the gang leader and picked up the revolver that had fallen to the ground.

He yanked open the magazine and unloaded the bullets one by one, leaving only one.

"Snapped!"

Lin Chen slapped the magazine and slid it, making it spin rapidly.

"It seems we can't communicate in the same language, so let's play a game."

Lin Chen stood up and pressed the revolver against the leader's forehead.

“Next, I will ask you questions,” Lin Chen said softly. “After each question, I will pull the trigger. There are six bullets in the magazine, and you have a one in six chance of dying.”

"I'll answer! I'll answer!" the foreman shouted.

"You've suddenly learned to talk?" Lin Chen laughed. "Alright then, where's your boss?"

"This...this I can't..."

"Click!" Lin Chen pulled the trigger, and the magazine spun.

"Wow, how lucky!" Lin Chen exclaimed, "The second time..."

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The leader felt a wetness beneath him, but he couldn't care less about anything else at that moment.

"The boss is upstairs, they're discussing..."

"Oh!"

A bullet pierced the leader's head, and specks of blood splattered onto Lin Chen's mask.

Lin Chen did not fire his gun.

He looked up and saw a portly man coming down the stairs.

Clearly, this guy is the leader of the Stinky Cat Gang.

The famous Wang Defa.

"It's so noisy... Don't they know I'm having a business meeting?"

Behind Wang Defa, a man completely wrapped in black leather was following closely, acting like a bodyguard of the Imperial Guard.

That guy looks like a demigod.

“My men were ignorant and didn’t treat you well,” Wang Defa raised his cigar. “So… who the hell are you?”

“Urban Executioner, Baba Yaga,” Lin Chen said.

"What rank are you?" Wang De asked.

"diamond."

“I’d rather call a designated driver than a diamond noob,” the boss waved his hand casually. “What are we waiting for? Take him down.”

After saying that, the man in the black leather jacket behind Wang Defa crouched down and let out a shrill whistle:

"squeak!!!"

The next second, all the bandits seemed to be under control, raising their weapons at Lin Chen—

"Da da da da da!"

At the restaurant entrance, the sudden sound of gunfire startled Brother Hao, and his buddies behind him also looked frightened.

"Brother Hao, can...can he handle it?" one of the underlings murmured.

Hao Ge clenched his fists, his teeth grinding together.

After much hesitation, he drew the pistol from his waist and charged into the restaurant first.

"Let's go! We have to help him!"

The henchmen behind him hesitated for a moment, but in the end they grabbed their weapons and followed Brother Hao.

"Bang!"

Brother Hao burst through the door, rushed into the restaurant, and raised his gun to fire.

But what came into view was a field of wounded and wailing bandits.

They were either already dead or about to die, but the fear on their faces all proved one thing—

They experienced a near-horrific battle.

Lin Chen was standing right in the center of the restaurant, burying an axe into the shoulder of one of the bandits.

He pressed down on the bandit's head and reassured him:

"Shh...don't move, let me see..."

As fear and astonishment filled the bandits' eyes, the "Mirage City" suddenly descended, and white light seeped into their eyes.

After accidentally seeing Professor Jürgen's memories, Lin Chen began to seriously explore the mechanism of "invading other people's history" and conducted many small experiments.

Ultimately, he received two concrete conditions.

Condition one: Lin Chen and the other party are familiar enough that their relationship has become entangled in the course of history.

The second approach is simpler: all that's needed is for the other person to have a strong enough emotion.

The first result was obtained from Huihui, while the second result was accidentally triggered by Lin Chen when he was taking orders on the black market.

This is a very useful skill.