I write obituaries for the gods

The old woman looked at Lin Chen with a half-smile.

"Do you know why the foundation chose Rain Town as its headquarters?" Lin Chen asked.

He had asked the same question to Mayor Buendía before, but Mayor Buendía did not answer.

The old woman, however, was clearly different.

“This is where the puddle is closest to reality,” she said softly. “This time, the gods want to truly control history.”

"Could you explain this to me?" Lin Chen asked.

“This is a message from the past, and I am merely a messenger,” the old woman smiled. “As for the specifics, if you ask me, I don’t know either.”

Information from the past.

"Who sent the message?" Lin Chen asked.

The old woman stared directly at Lin Chen, remaining silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"The ghost of history."

Just then, the curtain was pulled back, and a figure darted in.

"Mom, I'm back."

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi turned their heads at the same time to look at the boy who had entered.

This guy looks familiar: Lin Chen had run into him on the street before and asked him for directions, and this guy had given him the silent treatment.

"Oh, we meet again. It seems we're destined to meet."

The handsome young man grinned at Lin Chen, then pulled a mask from behind his back and put it on.

That kid is the one with the bronze mask!

......

This bastard is really here for revenge. He recognized Lin Chen but didn't say anything, instead resorting to deliberate passive-aggressive behavior.

It turns out he was the old woman's son.

So he's Black Widow's brother?

"Who asked you to give me the silent treatment back then? I'm socially awkward, it was really embarrassing, okay?"

The young man, or rather the one in the bronze mask, sat down at the table, sipping tea while observing Lin Chen's gaze.

"Do you know how long we've been going around in circles?" Lin Chen said coldly.

“That’s a good opportunity for you to get to know the terrain of Rain Town,” the bronze mask shrugged. “And next time you won’t give me the silent treatment, right?”

“We can remove the coldness.” Lin Chen squinted his eyes.

"Alright, alright, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong. I can't possibly be made to recognize you all on the street, can I? The villagers will be teasing me..."

The bronze mask patted the mask on the table and smiled, tilting its head.

Lin Chen wanted to punch him, but he held back because this was his house.

"Sir, what is your name?" Li Zhanyi asked politely.

“My name is Bronze Mask,” Masked Man said. “People in Raintown are called Big Kid or Second Kid before they come of age. During their coming-of-age ceremony, they choose something they saw last night as their name. Only those Raintown people who try to integrate into the city will give themselves a name like you.”

“The night before my coming-of-age ceremony, bandits broke into the town to rob us. My father went out to fight them while wearing a bronze mask. That was the first time I saw him wearing a mask, so I was named Bronze Mask.”

This naming method... is really quite casual, huh?

Lin Chen sighed helplessly and decided to steer the conversation back to the main topic.

He took out his phone, pulled up a photo, and showed it to the bronze mask:

"This is your sister, Black Widow, right? She's under the Foundation's control now, and we need to find her."

"I see, I see. She probably developed something bad, right?" The bronze mask smiled. "I think she talked to me about it. It seems to be the AI ​​of one of those flying things?"

"Do you have any clues about her whereabouts?" Lin Chen didn't answer.

"Of course there are, otherwise what else would you think..."

The bronze mask took a USB drive out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"...What was I doing at the foundation's headquarters in the West Wing district that day?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen immediately recalled their first meeting.

That kid's pretty impressive; he managed to sneak into the Foundation's control room without triggering any alarms.

At that time, Lin Chen didn't know what he was doing. Now it seems that from that time on, the bronze mask was looking for his sister.

"That's how Xiao Hei is. He often gets carried away while playing and ends up having to bail himself out by his older brother."

The bronze mask was fiddling with the small USB drive.

"The Foundation has kept her well hidden; we wouldn't even have any information about her if we weren't at headquarters."

"Give me the information." Lin Chen stretched out his hand.

"How can that be? Shouldn't we make a deal?" The bronze mask looked up.

Lin Chen smiled faintly.

"Trade my ass."

With a flick of his wrist, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, the small USB drive that was in the bronze mask's hand appeared in his own.

Exactly the same, the real deal.

Lin Chen rarely uses projectors because they emit subspace radiation, which is bad for the health of those around him, and he doesn't have a strong need for projectors.

But for such crucial intelligence, radiation is just radiation, and it'll only last for a short while.

"..."

Seeing Lin Chen pull out a USB drive right in front of him, the bronze mask's expression immediately became unsettled.

“Even if you rescue her, she might not help you,” he quickly said. “Sigh, you can’t expect to get something for nothing.”

Lin Chen remained silent and instead resorted to passive-aggressive tactics.

After being stared at like that for a long time, the bronze mask sighed helplessly.

"Alright, alright, name your terms!"

"What is your purpose?" Lin Chen asked bluntly. "You're a member of the Mentis sect, a spy—what exactly do you want?"

"Isn't this obvious?"

The bronze mask sighed.

He looked up at the oil painting in the room depicting the ancient Greek gods.

“Raintown has suffered enough,” he said. “I just want the rest of my people to be alright.”

"That's all."

He looked away and met Lin Chen's gaze.

This time, his gaze was unusually serious.

"My dear Brother Lin, please trust me. Look, I even went back to my hometown specifically for you. As soon as I heard you were coming to Yuhen County, I immediately..."

"You little brat, you're still following us?" Lin Chen frowned.

The bronze mask's gaze shifted away.

"Oh dear, how can this be called stalking? Stalking is what's called being malicious, isn't it? I'm here to provide you with crucial information. Otherwise, if my mom sends me a WeChat message, it will take me half a day to get back. Aren't you bored waiting here?"

"You, me, sigh..."

Lin Chenzhen was speechless.

“Alright,” he said, “I can trust you for now, but we must share all the intelligence from now on.”

This guy has been moving between various factions for years, so he must have a lot of information that the Bureau of Investigation doesn't usually have access to.

He could be considered an informant.

"Sigh, you've come to the right place by trusting me. I'm quite good at gathering intelligence," the bronze mask said, pointing to his face with his thumb. "So, let's talk about..."

Just then, his phone rang.

The bronze mask picked up the phone, glanced at it, and immediately frowned.

“Oh no… this is bad,” he said.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked.

"The Foundation's demigods have arrived and killed several on the highway. They keep asking for my home address."

The bronze mask stood up, veins bulging on its forehead.

He looked completely different from his usual glib-tongued self, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"These bastards, to prevent Xiao Hei's information from being leaked, they came to wipe out our entire family!"

"Thank goodness I'm back..."

......

On the highway, Rambo casually tossed a corpse into a mud puddle by the roadside and took a deep drag on his cigar.

In the distance, the outline of Bengyu Town was faintly visible through the mist.

"This bastard says that's Bengyu Town," the fat gunman said, carrying a shotgun and walking up to Rambo. "What do you say? Just go there?"

"Let's go straight there and finish this quickly, we need to catch a nightclub tonight."

Rambo flicked his finger, sending his cigar flying into the pit.

The pit contained more than a dozen corpses, a byproduct of their reconnaissance.

The cigar fell into the pit, and flames roared up.

The reconnaissance unit's specialty is extracting intelligence from the victims.

How to pry it open was never a question they ever considered.

"Let's go, let's burn that lousy town down."

Lambo got into the military jeep, a vicious smile spreading across his face.

Finally, he could have a good time.

......

Chapter 45 My First Time Using a Sniper Rifle, A Little Cheat (First Update)

On the clock tower in the center of Bengyu Town, Lin Chen leaned against the railing, observing the distant grassland with a subspace lens.

Soon, he saw the edge of the field, those flickering shadows.

Demigods leave shadows in the subspace, which is why subspace lenses can observe demigods from great distances.

"The reconnaissance company will enter the field in about ten minutes."

Lin Chen put away the subspace lens and wiped the rainwater off the lens with a handkerchief.

"How do you want to handle this?" Lin Chen asked the bronze mask beside him.

“You saw it when we arrived; the Rain God’s people don’t like answering questions from outsiders,” the bronze-masked man said, leaning against the railing and gathering intelligence through binoculars. “Once the reconnaissance team comes in, they’ll definitely interrogate my fellow countrymen, and who knows how many more will die then…”

“Then leave them in the wilderness,” Lin Chen said.

"Right on my mind."

The bronze mask picked up the phone and dialed a number.

“It’s raining in Bengyu Town,” he said in a low voice. “Those with umbrellas should go into the village and poke a few holes in their umbrellas.”

There was no sound from the other end of the phone. After the masked man finished speaking, the call ended abruptly.

"What does this mean?" Lin Chen asked.

“Someone has invaded Bengyu Town. The enemy wants to come in. Set some traps for them.”

The bronze mask walked to a corner of the clock tower, opened a box, and lifted out a large lump of iron.

“This is…” Li Zhanyi’s eyes widened for a moment.