I write obituaries for the gods

"Ready," Lin Chen said.

"Zhanyi, provide aerial cover." Black Sword looked at Li Zhanyi.

"Received~" Li Zhanyi had already set up his sniper rifle.

"Come on, give me your hand." Black Sword stretched out his hand to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen gripped the black sword, and the next second, she drew the longsword from behind her and slashed down with force—

"Crack!"

The two instantly entered the grayish-white rift and plummeted through the subspace.

Just as Lin Chen felt his head was about to spin, the gray-white color finally dissipated.

He stepped onto the stone brick pavement of the alley.

"Here, take this, it's a tip."

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Black Sword throw a stack of banknotes at a black man. The old black man laughed and ran into the darkness in the distance, disappearing into the night.

Lin Chen was about to ask Black Sword why he gave that guy money when he saw the reason:

A fucking huge truck.

“This is a truck used to haul things to the properties in the villa area. My local informant stole the keys for me,” Black Sword tossed the keys to Lin Chen. “Get in…you can drive, right?”

"I've never driven such a big car before," Lin Chen said, catching the keys. "Where are you going?"

"You don't need to be a good driver, just step on the gas as far as you can towards the main entrance of the villa."

Lin Chen:.......?

Does "frontal assault" mean driving a big truck straight in?

Looking at the mechanical knight mask on the black sword, Lin Chen could inexplicably imagine Hua Luori's innocent and naive smiling face behind the mask.

To be honest, the Secret Party members are truly gods!

Lin Chen mentally complained as he used his key to open the truck door.

He picked up a pocket watch from the driver's seat, tossed it aside, and climbed up.

"..."

Two minutes later, the guards in the villa courtyard suddenly heard the roar of an engine.

"Watchtower, what's going on?" a bodyguard pressed his earpiece. "What...?"

The next second, the courtyard gate was smashed open, and a truck roared toward the villa!

The truck's headlights flashed like a demon in the night, and for a moment, the guards in the courtyard were so blinded by the light that they forgot to fire their guns!

"boom!"

The truck crashed straight into the villa's gate, and Black Sword kicked the car door open, landing on his feet in the hall.

The bodyguards in the hall almost immediately began to focus their fire on her, the "rat-a-tat-tat" sound echoing through the night, bullets hitting Black Sword's armor and exploding into sparks.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said.

The black sword was drawn, and with a fierce slash, it darted through the crevices, severing a head with each strike.

Lin Chen jumped out of the car, picked up the machine gun, and pulled the trigger at the nearest guard:

"Da da da da da!"

He fired with one hand and grabbed half of his trench coat with the other to shield his face from stray bullets.

"Search the second floor. I'll take care of the first floor," Black Sword's voice came through the headset.

"receive."

Lin Chen used a machine gun to sweep down two bodyguards who had poked their heads out, and then rushed directly to the second floor.

As soon as Lin Chen stepped onto the second-floor floor, he found himself standing at the intersection of three corridors.

Three gun lines converged on him simultaneously:

"Da da da da da!"

Lin Chen suddenly flicked his hand, the magnetic field suspending the incoming bullets in mid-air, then grabbed a machine gun and retaliated:

"Da da da da da!"

He switched targets twice, sweeping away all the guard posts set up along the three corridors, before entering the "Mirage City" on the spot.

In the white city, Lin Chen watched Tom Connell walk up to the second floor, then turn left...

He returned to reality, turned left, and aimed his machine gun at each door.

Whenever a bodyguard rushed out from the door, he would pull the trigger, accurately hitting the chest and head.

Lin Chen began to understand why the Church of Mentis called it an "impossible mission"—the security capabilities were simply too strong.

Their armor plates were very good; each of them had to take a burst of bullets before falling to the ground. Some of those who weren't quite dead would even pull out their pistols and launch sneak attacks after falling.

With Lin Chen's overwhelming power, his energy vest was hit by several shots and quickly ran out of energy.

"Da da da da da!"

After clearing away the debris with a lightning-fast motion, Lin Chen finally stood in front of Tom's bedroom.

He raised the machine gun, blew on the red-hot muzzle, and then kicked the door open with a bang—

"Snapped!"

The moment he opened the door, a strong sense of crisis washed over him. Lin Chen immediately grabbed his trench coat and darted to the wall.

"Da da da da!"

A dense hail of bullets swept out of the room, blowing a hole through the wall opposite the door.

Lin Chen put down the machine gun, took out an M320 handheld grenade launcher from inside his trench coat, and loaded a grenade into it.

"You like playing with heavy firepower, huh?"

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's firepower was not so concentrated, Lin Chen reached out and pulled the trigger into the room:

"boom!"

A grenade was fired, and screams immediately filled the room.

Lin Chen didn't rush to advance. He opened the side-opening breech and stuffed in another grenade.

Then aim and fire:

"boom!"

Reload, then fire:

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After firing five shots in succession, Lin Chen rushed into the room with his gun, quickly scanning every corner.

Soon, Lin Chen counted the five corpses: they had all been blown to bits by grenades.

Five bodyguards in a tiny bedroom, hmm... insane...

But Tom Connell doesn't seem to be here.

Lin Chen admitted that this guy was quite formidable; he could go around in circles and even manage to make himself disappear from sight.

Most people would be racking their brains to search by now.

Fortunately, Lin Chen is no ordinary person.

He entered the "Mirage City," quickly checked the history, and soon found Tom's whereabouts:

He pushed open the hidden door behind the mirror and disappeared.

Sure enough, there are always some hidden mechanisms in the homes of CIA agents.

Lin Chen walked to the mirror and kicked it, shattering it.

"Clap!"

Behind the mirror was a long corridor. Lin Chen picked up the machine gun and slowly walked in.

After walking for a while, the surroundings suddenly opened up, turning into a corridor with mirrors on all sides.

Ha, it's a trap.

Lin Chen's gaze swept across the mirrors: his reflection flickered among countless mirrors, as if there was someone behind each one.

Lin Chen knew that the guy was hiding behind one of the mirrors.

This situation...

It's very difficult to break.

To move forward, one must face the possibility of a surprise attack at any moment...

But if we back down, it's like letting this kid run away...

Faced with this difficult situation, Lin Chen's heart sank slightly.

After a brief moment of thought, the military officer slowly took a few steps back.

Then he took out the M320 handheld grenade launcher and started loading grenades into it:

"boom!"

Load, then fire:

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Generally speaking, a single soldier cannot carry so many grenades; they are too heavy. In addition, there is other equipment, and excessive weight would sacrifice maneuverability, which would be counterproductive.

But Lin Chen is no ordinary lone soldier.

He can project an unlimited number of bullets.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After a barrage of bombardments, Lin Chen put down the grenade launcher and went back into the room with the machine gun.

The meticulously designed mirror maze in the room had been blown to smithereens. At this moment, a figure dressed in a casual suit was huddled in a corner, covered in wounds.

Lin Chen slowly walked up to Tom Connell and looked him up and down.

"Still resorting to underhanded tactics?" Lin Chen asked.

"Let's play...why not?"

Tom looked up, a slightly wicked smile creeping across his rugged features.

The next second, he suddenly raised his hand, aiming the pistol at Lin Chen—

"Oh!"

Lin Chen beat him to it and used PKM to blast open his skull.

Tom's body swayed, then quickly disintegrated, turning into pale blue particles.

This thing... is it a clone?

He is a Gnostic!

Lin Chen frowned and pressed the earpiece:

"Senior Black Sword, how are things on your end?"

"We didn't find Tom, but we did find one of his close associates. We beat him half to death, but he's still barely clinging to life," Black Sword said.

“I caught Tom, but he’s just a double,” Lin Chen said. “He’s a psychic.”

"This is really unexpected," Black Sword said, taken aback. "Does that mean this kid knew we were going to attack all along?"