I write obituaries for the gods

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"...Are you even human?"

"How dare you speak like that? Have you forgotten your place in the family?" Lin Chen frowned.

"Oh my god, what's your relationship with my dad, brother?" The bronze mask looked confused. "I'm really speechless. Why is he asking me to recognize you as my godfather?"

“How should I know? Why don’t you ask your father?” Lin Chen said.

"I asked him, but he didn't answer..."

If he doesn't answer you, does that mean he'll answer me?

Lin Chen shrugged, finished the last bite of the azure substance, and then turned and boarded the helicopter.

On the helicopter, Li Zhanyi was treating her wounds: she had fallen when the house collapsed, but fortunately it wasn't too serious.

"Why do I always get injured every time we go on a mission together?" Li Zhanyi said sullenly. "Is it because you're my nemesis?"

“That’s really hurtful…” Lin Chen said.

"So I'm the one who saved you from disaster!" Li Zhanyi nudged Lin Chen with his elbow. "Praise me."

"Thank you, my dear roommate."

Lin Chen turned his head and saw the bronze mask climb up the edge of the helicopter and slam the door shut.

"Sigh, I've become a lackey of your Investigation Bureau too," he said sadly. "Damn it, it'll be hard to regain my freedom..."

"Do you want to save your sister? If not, then go down."

"Yes, yes, Brother Lin, I was just complaining, I was just kidding..."

The helicopter took off and flew towards Yudu.

During the process, Lin Chen closed his eyes to rest and took the opportunity to enter the "Mirage City" to check the tombstone.

Unsurprisingly, the entire group of demigods in the "reconnaissance company" were engraved on the same tombstone, making no waste of land.

The time when the mirage city will become a mass grave will have to be postponed again.

Lin Chen immediately sensed the tombstone, intending to extract some information from Rambo's tombstone first.

"Zizzizi..."

The white city blurred, the scenery flashed by, gradually piecing together the image.

As expected, Lin Chen discovered that black flames were sweeping in from afar—the black flames were coming to burn history.

"You dare come here!" Lin Chen shouted, "Believe me or not, I'll eat you up!"

The black flames swept through at a slightly slower pace.

Okay, I was scared.

With that in mind, Lin Chen quickly plunged into Rambo's memories, searching for useful information.

And it turns out it really does exist—

“Mr. Triton, we’ve reached an agreement on the land you were looking for.”

In the dark room, Rambo knelt before Triton.

He had completely lost his unruly demeanor and looked quite well-behaved.

"I found a breakthrough with the Russian gang in Baiyin District through my relentless efforts. They disintegrated like the Soviet Union! Part of them happened to hold the land rights, and I have already acquired that asset in the snow-capped mountains."

“You’ve finally done something related to ‘reconnaissance’,” Triton commented. “I thought you only knew how to spy on girls in nightclubs.”

“My will to climb higher is unwavering,” Rambo said, bowing his head. “So… could you give me a chance?”

"It's not impossible."

Triton thought for a moment, then waved his hand:

“The fish-man kid is probably unreliable. If something happens to them, you guys should take their place and become the main promoters.”

Thank you for giving me this opportunity...

"However, personally, I think your professional skills are not up to standard."

Triton revealed a wicked smile.

"But your contribution is indeed indelible, and Xileina's journey will be more...safe."

"..."

Here, the black flames burned away all history, leaving Lin Chen with nothing but emptiness.

He looked up at the black-feathered demigod floating in mid-air.

After making eye contact with Lin Chen for only 0.01 seconds, the guy turned his head and ran away without looking back.

They're actually quite afraid of me now, huh...

Lin Chen sighed softly and began to analyze the clues he had just gathered.

It seems that the opportunity for Rambo and his "reconnaissance company" to be promoted to Gamma level... was that they acquired an asset in the snow-capped mountains for the foundation.

Baiyin District...that's the northernmost area of Yudu.

Most of the people living there are Russians, just like the Americans in Liberty, who form cliques and have strong family ties.

The best wines in the city are mostly supplied from that region, and their wine cellars are truly exceptional.

However, in Lin Chen's memory, that area was desolate and had no assets worth fighting for.

What exactly did Rambo find?

Lin Chen could no longer know; all the extraneous history had been burned away by the black flames.

This thing is really troublesome, the key is that Lin Chen can't hurt her...

How many strange things is the foundation secretly harboring...?

"..."

After leaving the historical fragments, Lin Chen began to take stock of his gains.

Lin Chen obtained the following abilities from the demigods in the "Reconnaissance Company":

Rambo: Weakness detection, including weaknesses in buildings, mechanical structures, and the human body. This ability doesn't seem strong enough to easily defeat everything; after all, when Rambo faced Lin Chen, he could at most only make him lose his balance. But no matter how you look at it, it's a very practical skill.

Mind Reading: Telepathy, the ability to detect mental fluctuations within a certain range and read others' simple intentions. However, given Lin Chen's possession of the "Mirage City," this ability is generally not very practical.

Hawkeye/Skinny Monkey: Precise neural reaction speed and arm muscle control, both of which are specialized for gunslingers, can only be considered minor enhancements.

Little England: Hardened skin, can withstand .50, the downside is reduced movement speed. This is actually quite good, a nice bonus, and can be a lifesaver in crucial moments.

Fat Gunner... uh...

Lin Chen read it and found that this guy's superpower seemed to be the ability to accumulate fat beyond a certain threshold, forming bulletproof capabilities.

Lin Chen decided that he would never project his abilities in this lifetime.

In short, the "reconnaissance team" delivered a rather unexpected surprise to Lin Chen, essentially delivering a package of information out of boredom.

My friend is still too impulsive.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and felt something pressing down on his shoulder.

He turned his head and found that Li Zhanyi had fallen asleep on his shoulder while he closed his eyes to rest.

Lin Chen smiled gently, brushed the few strands of hair that had fallen on Li Zhanyi's mouth back, and then maintained a steady posture, remaining motionless.

He looked across and saw the bronze mask staring blankly at him, muttering:

"Good heavens, is it possible there's a third person here? Aren't you even trying to hide it?"

"No respect for elders," Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, "How dare you speak to your godfather like that?"

I'm begging you...

......

Chapter 48 Facility Three (First Update)

"Let me introduce you. This is my godson, Bronze Mask."

In the office of the Rapid Response Division, Lin Chen introduced the bronze mask to everyone.

Upon hearing his introduction, the bronze mask glared at him with displeasure:

"Brother, I'm begging you, can we stop doing this? Can I call you brother instead?"

“This is your father’s idea, not mine,” Lin Chen shrugged. “It all depends on how filial you are.”

"Ugh..."

The bronze mask raised its head and looked at the other people in the department in front of it.

At this moment, Jiang Zhengge was reading a briefing, his brows gradually furrowing.

"So, you're both a follower of the Mentis sect, a master-level member of the Black Web City Executioners, involved in gang activities, and have sold intelligence for Super America..."

“Strictly speaking, my stance is solely that of the Raintown Guerrilla,” Bronze Mask said earnestly. “Everything else is just a means to an end.”

“Your resume is so good it could be thrown into jail to boost our performance.” Lucy sighed.

"Hey, aren't we all on the same side now? We're all fighting for the same goal."

The bronze mask revealed a fawning smile, giving off the air of a glib and sleazy office scoundrel.

He glanced at Lin Chen, his eyebrows twitching wildly:

"Brother, can you be my witness?"

"What are you shouting for?"

"Dad, can you be my witness?"

Lin Chen smiled with satisfaction.

He took out a letter and handed it to Jiang Zhengge:

"This is a letter from Old Catfish, the commander-in-chief of the Rain Town guerrilla force. He said you can understand it."

Jiang Zhengge took the letter from Lin Chen, scanned it for a while, then picked up his phone, walked to the window, and made a call.

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhengge returned and nodded to Lin Chen:

"Okay, this kid seems credible. Let's take him into our Quick Reverse Department."

"So decisive?" Li Zhanyi's eyes widened slightly. "Is this just a pre-employment check or something?"

“I even got his underwear, you little chameleon.” Jiang Zhengge smiled and glanced at the bronze mask.

Lin Chen also smiled and glanced at the bronze mask. The two men's terrifying smiles made the bronze mask feel a chill run down its spine.

"Where the hell have I gotten myself into..." he muttered.

"It's alright, your temperament is very suitable for our Rapid Response Division One," Lin Chen patted the bronze mask on the shoulder, "Do you know that people outside are calling us the Freak Squad?"

“Although I don’t think we’re any weirdos, we’re just a bit eccentric,” Jiang Zhengge said with a smile.

“I’m not a god, I’m very friendly…” Li Zhanyi pouted slightly.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Lin Chen waved his hand, gesturing for the bronze mask to step forward:

"Take out your USB drive and share the information."

"Didn't you already have one?" the bronze mask muttered.

"You were given a chance to prove yourself, but you failed miserably, huh?"

"You're wrong, Father. I'm good to go now."

The bronze masked man took out the USB drive, walked to the computer next to the clue board, and started operating it cleanly and efficiently.

Not long after, he printed out a photo, searched for a nail on the table for a while, and then pinned the photo to the cue board.

"Snapped!"

That was a photo of an underground laboratory.