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Secondly, the Secret Party, which claims to be the guardians of Rain City, has actually allowed Rain City to fall into crisis. Lin Chen wants to ask them what exactly they are protecting.

"..."

Lin Chen finished his coffee in one gulp and handed the cup to Li Zhanyi:

"Get some rest, get dressed, I'll be right back."

"it is good."

Li Zhanyi didn't say much, but simply took Lin Chen's cup and threw it into the pool.

Lin Chen took the black trench coat from the coat rack, put it on, and then pushed open the door.

He walked into the rain and headed towards the extended black Lincoln.

......

When Marcus awoke, he was handcuffed to a chair.

He tried to move his hands and then belatedly realized that almost every part of his body was in pain.

"Depend on..."

Marcus closed his eyes, searching his mind for his last, most recent memories.

It seems that... after the team left and entered the hall, someone knocked him down from behind.

Ah, it was a completely predictable ending.

Marcus looked up at the person standing in front of him.

He met Louis's almost empty eyes.

"It seems you didn't have any private contact with Lin Chen, it was just a simple... act of heroism?"

Louis's eyes regained their luster, and a deep blue light swirled around his pupils.

"So that's why my head smells like shit, turns out it was you who barged in..." Marcus spat.

Louis stood up and looked down at Marcus.

"You let Lin Chen go. Do you understand how much of a threat that is to us?"

“He’s not much of a threat, why would I let him go?” Marcus laughed.

Louis punched Marcus in the face, and drops of blood splattered from his lips.

"Well..."

"Does this feeling feel familiar?" Louis said softly.

......

Chapter Six: The Essence of Comets (6000 words)

"This feeling? Familiar?"

Marcus looked up, stared at Louis for a moment, and then smiled.

"Damn," he shook his head, "Are you a sissy? I tricked you into drinking when you joined the company, and you're still holding a grudge?"

"You tricked me into drinking? You tricked me into drinking?"

Louis raised his fist, his expression contorted.

"First you said you'd give me some pointers as a senior, then you dragged me into the boxing ring and beat me to a pulp..."

"Then, you pulled me up and said the rule was that the loser had to buy drinks, thus swindling half of my initial investment..."

“This is the Bureau of Anomalies, kid, not the workplace,” Marcus said in a low voice. “If you’re going to hold a grudge against me for something like this, you might as well quit the game. You think you can become the director by spreading rumors? Or how confident are you in your demigod tricks? Give me a break, you’re just a…”

Louis punched Marcus in the face again.

“Now, I am the director of the Bureau of Anomalies,” he said in a low voice. “I haven’t been a secretary all this time for nothing. I’ve already won over those I needed to, using the methods I dislike the most... your way of doing things.”

“Serving drinks and shining shoes isn’t our way of doing things, that’s the Foundation’s way of doing things,” Marcus laughed. “Tell me, how did you get in touch with your Foundation friends? The spies who infiltrated during Hua Molan’s busiest period, were they all approved and hired by you? I bet it was that demigod friend in your head who gave you a hand?”

“Smooth talker,” Louis chuckled, “now you’re wise after the event? I fooled you all.”

“No, at least you didn’t fool Jiang Zhengge, nor did you fool Bruce,” Marcus smirked. “Wang Pan might have been fooled, but so what? Don’t forget…”

Marcus looked up and stared directly at Louis.

"The First Armed Division is already on its way back."

"..."

Looking at Marcus's arrogant and unruly face, Louis closed his eyes.

"No matter what you say, you are my prisoner. You kneel before me just as I knelt before you."

“I personally took you down,” Marcus laughed again, “and what did you do? Hide in your rooftop and order your men to do it… uh!”

Louis punched Marcus in the face again, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

“Ha…haha,” Marcus, his face bruised and swollen, looked up, “You only dare to lay a hand on me when I’m tied up…”

One punch after another.

After a few punches, Marcus was bruised and battered, but he still held his head high and stared straight at Louis.

"Actually, the person you most want to beat up... isn't me... it's Lin Chen, right?"

He stared intently at Louis and hissed:

"Unfortunately... you'll never have a chance to defeat him..."

"When he first faced me, he wasn't like you, a coward!"

"Hahaha, look at her, Zhan Yi can't even be bothered with a coward like you, but she's so devoted to Lin Chen..."

Upon hearing this, Louis's face twisted sharply, and his fist was raised high—

"Pfft!"

"..."

“Take him to the cell,” Louis said, wiping his hands with a handkerchief and tossing it to a guard beside him. “Has our friend arrived?”

"You've arrived. I'm waiting for you in the director's office."

"it is good."

Louis was escorted by soldiers into the elevator, which went straight to the director's office.

Ms. J had been waiting for a long time in front of the broken French windows.

“I heard you let Lin Chen escape,” Ms. J turned to look at Louis, “Did something go wrong?”

“Hua Molan tricked us. She’s not a normal person; she seems to be a physical entity,” Louis said. “The subspace search has begun?”

“Mr. Iron Face is in charge of the hunt for them, it shouldn’t be too long,” Ms. J shook her head. “I’m so disappointed, you know? I thought I’d see his body tonight.”

You underestimated him.

"Or perhaps I overestimated you?"

Ms. J approached Louis, and the soldiers around him raised their guns.

But Ms. J showed no fear. She was wearing an exoskeleton armor, which gave her a somewhat imposing presence.

"Lin Chen will definitely return to the Investigation Bureau. I hope there won't be any accidents next time. For the Foundation, the Investigation Bureau isn't a very important asset. It's fine to let you be a local tyrant, but you have to do your job properly."

“I understand.” Louis clenched his fists tightly.

"Don't think I don't know. You were there the day Qingtian died, as a technician," Ms. J said coldly. "If you can't give Lin Chen to me, then you'll die in his place."

After saying that, Ms. J didn't look at Louis again, turned around and walked to the French windows, and jumped—

"boom!"

She flew into the sky, enveloped in a ball of fire, and disappeared into the city skyline.

"..."

Louis walked to the French windows and watched Ms. J's departing figure, his lips twitching slightly.

"Not feeling well, are you? I told you, the people at the Foundation are all megalomaniacs..." a voice said in Louis's mind.

“It’s necessary to endure this humiliation for a while,” Louis said softly. “Without the Foundation’s people, I wouldn’t have been able to take control of the Bureau of Investigation so quickly.”

"How heartbreaking, you didn't even mention me?" Bai Duozhi chuckled. "Without me, you couldn't have controlled them so efficiently..."

"You're long dead; all that's left behind are fragmented memories."

Louis turned around and waved to the soldiers behind him.

"Assemble all the personnel transferred from other branches! Assign them to guard the defenses of the Westview District!"

He straightened his trench coat, his expression grave.

“At least, don’t let Westview District be ruined by those lunatics,” he said in a low voice.

......

Inside the extended Lincoln, Lin Chen stared silently at the rain outside the window.

"You're too quiet, that's really unusual," Meng Po complained.

Lin Chen looked at Meng Po in the rearview mirror, staring at her pale face.

"What can I say? Even if I asked you what the 'Historical Collapse Project' is, you wouldn't answer, would you?"

“No,” Meng Po said, “I can’t say here, let’s go deeper.”

"That's it."

Lin Chen slumped in his chair and let out a deep breath.

To be honest, he was really tired, so tired that he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

But he knew he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep now.

The fact that Louis was the mole still doesn't feel quite real to Lin Chen.

How long did Louis spend in the shadows orchestrating today's events? He certainly couldn't have done it alone, so the only possibility is that he colluded with the Foundation and chose this crucial moment to subvert the Bureau of Investigation's top brass.

Turning those high-ranking officials against their will might not be as difficult as one might imagine. Louis is a technician, very good at gathering information, and with the help of the Foundation and Baidu, he can easily use coercion and enticement.

But Lin Chen still felt he couldn't quite accept it.

He recalled that dinner party, where Louis confided in Lin Chen:

"I really hate this system, but I have to accept it. There's no way around it; that's just how the jungle works."

"For an ordinary person like me, I still have to work harder to have a chance to climb up the social ladder."

Strive to climb upwards...

Are they really willing to resort to such dirty tricks just to climb the social ladder?

Lin Chen clenched his fist slightly.

He remembered Louis's jealous face, and his accusations against him...

"Human nature is inherently evil; you have to get used to that," Meng Po said.

Lin Chen glanced at the driver's seat and said softly:

"He didn't seem like a bad person at all; at most, he was just a bit pragmatic..."

"Desire will distort everyone equally, especially in times of chaos," Meng Po gazed at the road ahead. "The flower of evil in human nature always blooms when order collapses, and only then will you understand that civilization is nothing but an illusion."

"Get used to it; there will be many more things like this."

"Is that so?" Lin Chen murmured.

He recalled the poem by Baudelaire that the newsboy had given him: "Les Fleurs du Mal, Spleen IV".

“When the sky hangs down like a heavy lid, pressing down on a heart long weary of groaning,” Lin Chen murmured, “when it envelops the entire horizon, pouring down a white light darker than the night.”

Black Star VI—the whole world fears this sword hanging in the sky, pressing down on every beating heart.

Its range covered the entire horizon, and everyone feared a white light would fall and destroy everything they loved.

Just now, on Lincoln's radio, Lin Chen had confirmed the target of the second white light: the new Washington of the super-American.

It is foreseeable that fear has already begun to spread around the world, and an even stronger wave of erosion than the whale nest incident will sweep across the globe, with an unprecedentedly large emotional deposition effect.