I write obituaries for the gods

“It depends on how you define force,” Hua Molan smiled. “The characteristics of the Rapid Response Division 1 are strong individual strength, response speed and precision strikes against single targets, while the Armed Division 1 is responsible for large-scale wars, frontal battlefield coordination and overwhelming advance. The two divisions have different functional positions, but from my personal point of view, the Armed Division 1 is definitely larger in scale.”

“No wonder I never see them. With such a large scale, the efficiency is a bit lacking…” Li Zhanyi nodded.

“According to the timeline, the First Armed Division should arrive in Yudu tomorrow,” Hua Molan said. “However, I tried to contact their division chief, but I didn’t receive a signal.”

"No signal received..." Lin Chen frowned.

This is not a good sign.

"Don't worry, they're definitely not dead. The head of the Armed Forces Section 1, 'Martial Arts Maniac,' is a ruthless guy. The commotion he caused when he entered the Investigation Bureau was quite significant, probably second only to yours."

Hua Molan gently tapped the blackboard:

"The most likely scenario is that the First Armed Division encountered some trouble, which disrupted their schedule."

"If they can't receive their signals in the real world, then they are most likely trapped in the subspace."

"Trapped in subspace?" Li Zhanyi murmured, "That's really troublesome..."

Hua Molan nodded:

"Our mission is simple: find the Armed Forces Section 1, bring them here, and then take back the Investigation Bureau."

Hua Molan took out a map and spread it out on the table.

"This is a map of Waterhole City, which shows the exits to the real world and the areas they connect to."

"First, we need to establish some footholds in the real world and build connections with the outside world as much as possible."

"This will take some time, since we don't have enough manpower."

Hua Molan turned around in front of the information board, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Everyone, the days ahead will not be easy. Both your bodies and your minds will be put to the test."

"Get ready to face the realities of the rainy city."

"..."

At the entrance of the safe house, Lin Chen put on a trench coat and hung the super alloy axe on his waist.

Li Zhanyi fought alongside him, gently exhaling a breath of hot air in the rain.

“It’s about to begin,” Li Zhanyi sighed softly, “We must be safe and sound.”

Lin Chen turned his head and looked at Li Zhanyi's profile.

The girl's expression showed confusion and worry, but the determination in her eyes remained as heavy as a black diamond.

Instinctively, he gently pulled on Li Zhanyi's wrist.

"We will."

Li Zhanyi then directly grasped his hand.

"Ah."

"Hello, communications check, can you hear me?" Hua Luori's voice came through.

"I can hear you," Lin Chen pressed the earpiece. "Where is the first target?"

"Come on, I'll show you the way, let me see..."

In the rain, Lin Chen exhaled a breath of white air.

He understood that what lay ahead was a protracted battle.

......

Two months later.

Rainy City, a region of continuous rain.

Lin Chen kicked open the operating room door and raised his flashlight.

As the light passed through the air, it illuminated the fine dust particles, like falling snow, desolate and cold.

"Safety."

Lin Chen walked into the operating room, came to the operating table, and looked at the corpse lying on it.

The body was wearing a white coat, and the bloodstains on its chest were still bright red, indicating that it had only been dead for a short time.

Lin Chen walked to the bedside and shone a flashlight into the corpse's pupils:

"Senior, I think I've found him."

A few seconds later, Hualu Ri's voice came through the earpiece:

"Ah, it is indeed him, Dr. Andy Grant. It seems his reign of terror has come to an end..."

Lin Chen opened the doctor's shirt and found a pendant on his chest:

Two hands covering a half-open triangular eye.

The foundation's lackey.

Andy Grant, a former Foundation biologist, ran a private hospital after the Rain City riots, which housed a large number of civilians.

Of course, his storage is conditional.

Lin Chen walked to a corner of the operating room and looked at the pile of photos hanging on the blackboard.

In the photo, the victims are laid out in the center of the operating table like exhibits in a museum, their expressions serene.

Most of the victims who were taken in were turned into assets.

Their terrified family members are then exploited to extract emotional pent-up feelings.

"call..."

Lin Chen picked up the surgery schedule next to him and started flipping through it.

He came to investigate this terrifying hospital because of a tip from a tavern.

It was a black tavern. After the fall of Yudu, such places were usually used for black market transactions and information exchange, and could be considered an extension of the black network.

In order to contact the Armed Forces Section 1, Lin Chen needed a high-powered subspace transmitter, a device that was extremely rare and possessed by only a few factions.

Mozhu Technology is one of them.

After the war began, a brief civil war broke out between Peak Group and Mozhu Technology. The result was undoubtedly a victory for Peak Group. The top management of Mozhu Technology was purged, with only a small number of high-ranking officials escaping.

Inside the tavern, Lin Chen acquired information about a high-ranking executive.

Grace Brown.

Her last known location was at this private hospital, where she sought the director's protection.

And what happened next...?

"found it."

Lin Chen stared at the surgical record from three days ago: Grace Brown had been disemboweled by the doctor and turned into an asset.

"Damn, I'm late." Lin Chen sighed.

"It's alright, all the high-ranking officials at Mozhu Technology have implants with memory foam inside," Hua Luori said calmly. "Shall we go check the morgue?"

"receive."

Lin Chen glanced at the label after the surgical record, then put down the booklet and turned to walk towards the operating room door.

"Clap, clap."

His shoes trod through blood—several bodies in white coats and bulletproof vests lay in the corridor, their hands bearing axe marks.

Lin Chen walked to the window and looked at the cool-toned cityscape outside.

"Buzzing..."

Helicopters flew overhead, searchlights swept across the deep blue city, and gunshots rang out every now and then.

Two months after the internal strife, Mianyu District had become the territory of the Peak Group.

Mr. Ironface turned this area into a buffer zone for his kingdom. Time and again, the thugs from Liberty District tried to storm into Pearl Beach to burn, kill, and loot, but time and again they perished in the Rainy District.

As for why the Liberty district continues its offensive...

Because that area, with its strong American gang culture, has been completely overrun by the United States and has become an overseas enclave.

Currently, Rain City is in a state of five-way power struggle: the Investigation Bureau, the Foundation, Peak Group, Super Beauty...

There is also United Concrete Group.

Pinnacle Group acts as a front for the Foundation, launching large-scale offensives and territorial expansions after the start of the war, engaging in fierce battles with those large corporations.

When the riots began, many private soldiers from various companies tried to hold onto their land and cover the retreat of their superiors as much as possible.

It was at this moment that Mr. Iron Mask tore off his mask and revealed his fangs: he launched a massive attack, capturing all the top executives of major companies and then imprisoning them all in the Rain City Star TV Tower.

Indirectly, Peak Group swallowed up those companies and became a behemoth in Yudu.

In addition to United Concrete Group.

Because the Shen family father and daughter had long ago grasped the foundation's movements through various espionage methods, they quickly retreated to the southern development zone within half a month after the riot began, taking over the group's various assets there.

Bunkers, ports, processing plants—the southern development zone had become a concrete paradise, its vast terrain making any invasion a pipe dream.

“After this operation, we really need to go find Shen Xuanyi to get some supplies,” Lin Chen leaned down, avoiding the spotlight shining through the window. “I heard that you can get authentic Chinese food there.”

"Look how greedy you are," Hua Luori complained.

"Zhanyi, stay hidden, another helicopter is coming." Lin Chen glanced out the window.

"Don't worry, I can leave at any time," Li Zhanyi said.

“They weren’t coming for us,” Lin Chen glanced out the window again. “It seems the news of Dr. Andy’s death hasn’t spread yet.”

"Are there any guesses about who killed him?" Hua Luori asked.

"I don't know, but it wouldn't be surprising if someone like him were killed by anyone."

Lin Chen stepped into the elevator and pressed the button.

"On the way to the morgue, stay connected."

"receive."

The elevator began to descend, going all the way down to B1.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, revealing a stark white corridor.

"Signal test." Lin Chen pressed the earpiece.

No sound.

Signal jammer, huh...?

Lin Chen stepped out of the elevator and casually flicked his wrist, projecting a shotgun.

He held his shotgun and carefully searched each room, advancing down the corridor.

He quickly entered the morgue.

"Click".

After locking the door, Lin Chen raised his flashlight and swept it across the freezer.

Following the markings on the surgical record, he quickly found the cabinet where Grace Brown was.

"Click".

Lin Chen opened the cabinet, and a headless corpse covered with a white sheet appeared before him.

He lifted the white cloth and found the interface on the remaining part of Grace's neck.

Lin Chen took out his phone, pulled a data cable out of the cover, and plugged it into the port.

"Zizi..."

The intrusion process has begun, and the progress bar continues to advance.

Just then, a slight noise came from the darkness.

"Click".