I write obituaries for the gods

"He's quite easy to provoke..." Lin Chen thought.

Helping Shen Xuanyi out of that predicament wasn't because Lin Chen wanted to be a hero; it was mainly because this so-called "reconnaissance unit" had been so obscure that there was almost no relevant intelligence.

This is a good opportunity to learn about it, so it will be easier to take action later if we find a match.

"I've never heard of you either," Lin Chen smiled provocatively. "Sorry, Super America might not be familiar with 18th-tier superheroes... Do you even qualify as a superhero? 'Reconnaissance Company' sounds like some kind of menial scout..."

"You fucking bastard."

Rambo's deep blue eyes flashed, and his strong arm suddenly reached out towards Lin Chen.

Seeing the demigod make his move, Mr. K sighed helplessly.

For him, it was rare to find such an outstanding asset as Lin Chen from "that organization." He never expected that Americans would be so fond of showing off and bragging, actually going head-to-head with a demigod just to prove themselves.

Now the targets are nowhere to be found...

Mr. K was dumbfounded just seconds after the thought crossed his mind.

Because he saw Lin Chen catch Rambo's arm...

Then suddenly flipped over—

"boom!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Rambo fell to the ground with a "crack" sound from his arm and screamed in pain.

“Oh, Mr. Rambo, I’m sorry,” Lin Chen was stunned. “I thought you wanted to challenge me, but you just wanted to shake my hand? You don’t have any strength at all.”

"You son of a bitch, ahhhhhh!" Rambo screamed, clutching his arm.

Lin Chen's stunned expression wasn't feigned: This thing really doesn't have much power; it's at most on par with the normal Sky-Supporting Force, maybe even slightly weaker.

Because he underestimated Lin Chen's strength, Lin Chen easily flipped him over and threw him to the ground.

Your reconnaissance company can't really only do reconnaissance, can it?

The moment this thought crossed Lin Chen's mind, he immediately sensed an approaching danger.

The next second, his knee buckled: Rambo's fingers struck his knee!

This blow caused Lin Chen's leg to buckle immediately, and he almost fell to the ground.

Before he fell, Lin Chen grabbed Rambo, who had just gotten up, and kicked him hard in the groin—

"Oh!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Rambo fell to the ground again, this time in an even more disheveled state than before.

Lin Chen rubbed his knees: the feeling of exhaustion surprised him.

Rambo didn't seem to be using much force.

He nearly fell because Lin Chen's weight had been on his other leg...

Wait, did he notice my center of gravity?

Did he discover my "weakness"?

Lin Chen suddenly seemed to understand the capabilities of the "reconnaissance company".

He really is a scout.

So he kicked Rambo in the groin again:

"Aaaaaaah! Aaaaah..."

Another kick... two kicks... three kicks...

After Rambo passed out, Lin Chen stopped what he was doing and looked up at Shen Xuanyi:

"Are you okay?"

"It's alright," Shen Xuanyi said, pursing her lips, "It was too risky..."

“You are also an important ally of mine,” Lin Chen smiled faintly, “I can’t just leave you to be tormented by a demigod, can I?”

At this moment, Mr. K came over and looked at Rambo on the ground with some surprise.

“Thomas…you took down a demigod?” he murmured. “You…you mean…”

“That’s right…” Lin Chen nodded with a smile.

He didn't know what was wrong with him again, but he felt that he was beginning to understand Mr. K.

Mr. K will figure out the answer himself:

"You really know kung fu!" Mr. K clapped his hands. "Chinese Kungfu! What's this called again? It's called 'Four Ounces'... Four Ounces..."

"Using minimal force to deflect maximum force," Lin Chen nodded solemnly. "When facing a more powerful enemy, redirect his strength back at him."

“As expected of you,” Mr. K nodded vigorously. “My God... I could tell you were something special just by the way you stood... Bruce Lee had the same posture…”

He seemed to be analyzing Lin Chen's every move very carefully.

Lin Chen looked around and found that all the elites and dignitaries were looking at him, clearly curious about this god who had kicked over a demigod.

Amidst the surrounding curious gazes, one unexpected one came from Lin Chen:

"Not bad, I just got back to my party and I've already witnessed a good show."

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Mr. Iron Mask walking slowly towards him, his golden mecha particularly dazzling.

"K, is this the new guy you brought to the party tonight?" He looked at Mr. K.

“Yes, Thomas Lin, that super-American businessman,” Mr. K nodded, “he might be from…”

"Oh...!" Mr. Iron Mask nodded thoughtfully.

"Where do I come from?" Lin Chen roared inwardly, but on the surface, he smiled faintly.

"I've long heard of your great name, Mr. Iron Face."

“Of course, who doesn’t know my name?” Mr. Iron Face smiled. “You’re quite interesting. I’ll remember you.”

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Chapter 36 Carnival (First Update)

The party was in full swing, and as time went on, the atmosphere on the dance floor became increasingly wild.

If outsiders saw this group of lunatics dancing, no one would think they were the powerful and wealthy of Yudu.

They were like a pack of wild beasts.

“I’m going to withdraw,” Shen Xuanyi said softly. “If this continues, the situation will become increasingly chaotic.”

"Do you come to parties like this often?" Lin Chen glanced around. "It's not for anything else, it's just too dangerous..."

“Sometimes we have no choice but to come, after all, even if we don’t dance, we have to show our respect.”

Shen Xuanyi stuffed something into Lin Chen's hand. Lin Chen looked at it and found it was mints.

“Thank you for getting me out of that situation tonight,” she chuckled. “Stay calm and don’t get caught up in it.”

Do I look like the kind of person who would get caught up in something?

“I’ve seen the noblest people fall into beastly ways,” Shen Xuanyi sighed. “Who knows? Money and ambition really can change a person, turning them into a monster.”

She nodded to Lin Chen, then turned and walked away into the distance.

Lin Chen only turned around and looked at the dance floor not far away after confirming that Shen Xuanyi had left the dance hall.

At this moment, Mr. K was dancing with Mr. Iron Face. Lin Chen was surprised that the steel coffin could dance so nimbly, and even more surprised that Mr. K's old body could keep up.

He moved closer to the two of them, silently waiting for the music to end.

Soon, the music ended, and Mr. Iron Face leaped onto the stage and began his speech.

Mr. K then quickly approached Lin Chen and whispered in his ear:

"Come on, Thomas, let's go to the second half."

"Isn't the second half going to be played here?" Lin Chen asked, somewhat surprised.

He thought they were going to clear the place out and kick everyone out, and then the remaining people would start the second half of the game.

Guess who wasn't invited to the second half? You~~~

Lin Chen felt a surge of inexplicable emotions welling up in his mind. He had to suppress the urge to dance wildly in order to maintain normal thinking.

“How could that be?” Mr. K smiled mysteriously. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

He pulled Lin Chen along and walked towards the edge of the dance floor.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Chen noticed that some of the powerful and influential people on the dance floor also began to leave, departing when no one was paying attention.

Lin Chen unwrapped a mint, popped it into his mouth, and took a big bite, using the intense stimulation to keep himself awake.

"I must say, to be able to stay sober in the dance floor for so long, he truly deserves to be an elite from that organization..." Mr. K murmured.

So which organization in Super America am I from... to have such a high status?

Lin Chen nodded, feigning seriousness:

"This is just the basics."

"With your knowledge and understanding, you've probably already guessed the purpose of the dance hall, haven't you?" Mr. K said.

"Not too surprising," Lin Chen said.

What else can this dance hall serve... to impress people?

Led by Mr. K, Lin Chen entered a miniature elevator and began to ascend.

When the elevator reached the 77th floor, it stopped.

"Come on, let me show you from this perspective..."

As Mr. K spoke, he led Lin Chen out of the dance hall.

What comes into view is a circular hall, about the size of a ballroom, where countless people dressed as researchers are working in front of various instruments.

The hall floor was transparent. Lin Chen lowered his head and looked down, his brows furrowing slightly...

Through the transparent floor, he could see the wealthy and powerful dancing wildly in the ballroom.

But when he looked up in the ballroom just now, the ceiling wasn't transparent.

This is a one-way floor.

One after another, transparent pipes climbed from the ballroom below to the seventy-seventh floor, converging in the transparent container directly above the lobby.

Inside the container, a complex geometric mosaic is floating.

Lin Chen certainly recognized what it was.

That was a W-shaped weapon array.

Although it is only one-tenth the size of the whale nest, this is enough to illustrate the significance of the ballroom below:

Power the W weapon.

"What a brilliant design," Lin Chen said, feigning admiration. "The emotions of those powerful and wealthy are such perfect nourishment."

“As expected of you, you really saw through the intention behind this device,” Mr. K smiled. “These powerful people are all monsters whose egos have inflated to the extreme—arrogant, greedy, and conceited. Their emotions, guided by W, are constantly being released, brewing the purest essence…”

“Of course, the efficiency of storing sediment in this way is naturally not as good as directly dragging the entire city into erosion,” Mr. K glanced at Lin Chen, “Euclid was a madman, but what he did was art…”

Lin Chen pretended to be very appreciative, raised his head, and looked at the huge container.

A hidden camera in his collar broadcast everything live to the Rapid Response Division office.

"This is the first time I've heard of using a sound-opening party to absorb pent-up emotions," Jiang Zhengge complained. "Lin Chen took a picture of the structure of the W weapon array. Isabo, can you see anything?"

"Analyzing it now, don't rush, let me take a look..."

After a while, Isabel said softly:

"If, and I mean if, my guess is correct, based on the circuit calculation, the thing it supplies is on the seventy-eighth floor."

"And most likely, that thing in the subspace has a similar structure to the W weapon array in the Whale Nest."

"This is really bad news," Jiang Zhengge muttered. "It seems the time allotted for this operation has been squeezed out."