I write obituaries for the gods

"Where is Director Hua Molan?" Lin Chen stared directly at Zhao Tianmu, who was in a daze.

"Put the gun away first..."

"I'll ask one last time," Lin Chen stepped forward, "Where is Director Hua Molan?"

As soon as he stepped forward, all the guards raised their guns and aimed them at him.

"..."

"Alright, don't make things difficult for him."

A clearly blurred voice came from the lobby loudspeaker.

"If you want to know where Director Hua Molan is, why don't you just come up here and find out?"

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Chen frowned.

As expected, the top brass of the investigation bureau were turned.

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the former colleagues surrounding him, and he reprimanded them:

"You just let your bureau chief be controlled?"

"How dare you speak, you traitor!" Zhao Tianmu seemed to have had enough of his patience. "What you've done for the Secret Party is no longer a secret! Whether it's the Quick Counterattack Division or Hua Molan, without you, this war would never have started!"

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhao Tianmu's face, which was twisted with anger.

The Secret Party... He mentioned the Secret Party?

Has the Secret Service been exposed?

"What secret society are you talking about?" Lin Chen chose to play dumb.

"Oh, now you're pretending not to know? Isn't this the time for you two to be flirting with Xileina Boswell?" Zhao Tianmu chuckled.

“Kid, watch your words,” Jiang Zhengge narrowed his eyes. “You’ll pay the price for saying the wrong thing.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with speaking out for justice,” Zhao Tianmu shook his head. “Stop pretending. The Secret Party wants to destroy our world with the ‘Historical Collapse Plan,’ and you are all accomplices!”

The Historical Collapse Plan? Lin Chen and Jiang Zhengge exchanged a glance.

Clearly, neither of them knew what it was.

“This is an ultimatum,” Zhao Tianmu said. “Hand over your weapons. Tonight, we can’t afford to be sentimental with our colleagues.”

He stretched out a hand towards Lin Chen.

Looking at that hand, Lin Chen sighed softly.

He took out his shotgun, pointed the butt at Zhao Tianmu, and handed it over.

“You’ve been misled,” he said to Zhao Tianmu. “I’m sorry.”

Zhao Tianmu reached for Lin Chen's gun, but a dark shadow suddenly appeared—

"Snapped!"

Lin Chen smashed the butt of his gun directly onto Zhao Tianmu's head, causing the unprepared Zhao Tianmu to lose his balance!

Lin Chen casually dropped the shotgun, grabbed Zhao Tianmu, and held him in front of him.

"Don't move."

Almost simultaneously, all the members of the Rapid Response Division raised their guns, formed a circle, and aimed at the people around them.

"Fire!" Zhao Tianmu shouted. "Don't worry about me!"

"Trying to play the hero game?" Lin Chen chuckled. "Bullets can't hurt me, but they can hurt you. You'd better think twice."

"You don't... understand... what courage is at all!"

Zhao Tianmu shouted and nodded to a colleague at the back of the line.

The next second, a ghostly blue light pressed down from the dome—

"Buzz!!!!"

The intense erosion acted on the hall instantly, the floor collapsed, and beams of white light surged out from beneath the ground!

Lin Chen shoved Zhao Tianmu aside, then grabbed Li Zhanyi, and the two of them rolled together toward the side of the hall.

But the others weren't so lucky—Jiang Zhengge, Lucy, and Oswald were too close to the center of the collapse and slid into the abyss!

Through the intense white light, Lin Chen could vaguely recognize what the space below was.

That's the "ideal state"!

Under the immense pressure of the corrosive force, no one in the hall could get up. Soldiers of average quality had already fainted and were sliding towards the abyss.

Under immense pressure, Lin Chen forced himself to stand up and reached out towards the shotgun not far away—

"Om-"

The shotgun flew back into Lin Chen's hand. He flung open the magazine, loaded a whale-sound round, and then aimed at the strange device above the hall—

"Oh!"

"boom------"

The whale-like cry bullet struck the device, and instantly, a violent, ghostly blue fireball exploded—

"boom!!!!!!!!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Lin Chen's vision went black, and his consciousness momentarily went blank.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying face down on the floor.

"..."

Lin Chen stood up, shook his head, and looked around the hall.

The collapse was over, but more than half of the people in the hall were gone, and most of the remaining people were unconscious.

Lin Chen scanned the area but couldn't find Section Chief Jiang or anyone else from Section One.

They were all drawn into the warp, into the ideal state.

"..."

Eerie blue flames burned throughout the hall, turning the once tidy space into a complete mess.

Lin Chen looked down and saw Li Zhanyi curled up at his feet, struggling to get up.

"What...thing..." Li Zhanyi said, bewildered.

Lin Chen helped Li Zhanyi up and looked ahead.

Directly above the elevator shaft, Lin Chen saw the "Mirage City".

The eerie blue flames scorched everything, yet seemed utterly unable to touch the oil painting.

"Buzzing..."

The elevator doors opened, and four or five heavily armored soldiers rushed out, raising their guns and firing without a word.

"Da da da da da—"

"careful!"

Li Zhanyi pulled Lin Chen behind the counter, and the two hid under the counter.

"Oh no, oh no, this is all bad," Li Zhanyi muttered. "Will the section chief and the others be in trouble?"

“That’s the ideal world down there, they know it better than anyone else,” Lin Chen said calmly. “Don’t rush, let’s follow the plan.”

"Plan? What was our plan again?"

"Go to the director's office and find the person who kidnapped the director."

Lin Chen flung aside the shotgun's magazine and began loading superalloy armor-piercing rounds.

"Catch him, find out why he framed us, and then reveal the truth to the public."

Lin Chen was indeed completely unaware of the historical collapse plan.

Of course, the Secret Service might actually have this plan, but Lin Chen just doesn't know it—after all, Mayor Buendía is a true riddle-maker and hasn't told Lin Chen many things.

However, the question remains: whoever this defector is, how did he know about the secret party's plan?

There is only one way to figure it out.

Lin Chen slammed the ammunition magazine, closed his eyes, and peered at the position of the heavily armored soldier from 0.5 seconds ago.

"Zhanyi, wait for my signal," Lin Chen said.

"it is good."

Li Zhanyi quickly adjusted her mindset, loaded the magazine into her rifle, and instantly switched to a serious combat expression.

Inside the hall, the heavily armored soldiers stopped firing and began setting up their guns.

"Hey! Come out! I won't hit you!" the lead heavily armored soldier roared.

The next second, he heard a sound of space tearing behind him—

"Oh!"

The superalloy armor-piercing bullet precisely pierced his skull, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

The heavily armored soldier standing beside him had just raised his gun when a silver blur darted through the air, curving and accelerating—

"Pfft!"

It hit right in the head!

That superalloy armor-piercing bullet curved in mid-air, killing two people with one shot!

The remaining heavily armored soldiers turned to look at the direction from which the gunshots had come, but only saw faint flashes of silver light.

Then, another silver light shone above their heads—Lin Chen walked out of the triangular door, stepped on the protrusion on the high part of the hall, and aimed at the three heavily armored soldiers below.

"Bang bang!"

Two bullets, two bright red splattered from their foreheads.

As the third person raised his gun and aimed it at Lin Chen, a gunshot rang out from the counter in the lobby:

"Da da da da—"

A burst of bullets swept across his head, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Lin Chen jumped from the height to the ground, casually tossing a sniper rifle from his back to Li Zhanyi, who was jogging over.

"The sniper's gun, those bastards were stunned by the ideal state," Lin Chen said.

“It’s actually my favorite QBU-202,” Li Zhanyi muttered, slinging the gun over his back. “What a waste.”

The shouts came from the entrance of the hall. The two turned around and saw the garrison troops stationed in the courtyard rushing into the hall.

"Da da da da da da—"

Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi immediately got into the elevator, pressed the button, and the iron door closed.

"Buzzing..."

The elevator began to ascend, heading towards the director's office on the 50th floor.

Lin Chen projected two bulletproof vests, handing one to Li Zhanyi and putting the other on himself.

“It seems they’ve been planning this for quite a while,” Lin Chen sighed. “The heavy armored soldiers are all ready, and the director’s office must have been fortified in advance.”

"I hope Director Hua Molan will be alright..." Li Zhanyi asked worriedly. "Given her personality, she would never allow the Investigation Bureau to be turned, unless..."

Unless she is already dead.

Lin Chen shook his head, rejecting Li Zhanyi's idea:

"She won't die. To either side, the bureau chief is an important figure and won't be executed arbitrarily."

"I hope so," Li Zhanyi said softly, "but I just can't understand why those colleagues were so decisive in opening fire on us."

The girl clenched her fists slightly.

“Just a few hours ago, we were comrades fighting side by side…” she said softly.

Lin Chen remained silent.

For him, this was something that had never happened before: his former comrades-in-arms suddenly became his enemies and suddenly raised their guns at him.