I write obituaries for the gods

Before him, corpses covered with white sheets were piled up in the hall.

Shen Tianhu's body was not far away. At this moment, Shen Xuanyi was squatting beside her father's body, whispering something to him.

Her face was expressionless, and Lin Chen couldn't even see her tears. She didn't seem to be shattered by the reality before her.

But Lin Chen noticed that Shen Xuanyi's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you alright?" Li Zhanyi asked Lin Chen with some concern.

"I couldn't save Mr. Shen," Lin Chen said softly.

His hands were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged and throbbed like pythons.

Li Zhanyi looked at Lin Chen timidly. She had never seen Lin Chen so angry. He always remained silent when he was hurt before, and his emotions seemed to be always kept hidden in his heart.

But now, he was like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, his fury flowing between his brows.

No... he didn't suddenly become like this...

In just two short months, he's experienced so much... betrayal by colleagues, turning against his brothers, and now he's lost an important ally...

Repeated blows pushed him into the abyss, towards that volcano of no return...

Li Zhanyi pursed her lips, her expression resolute as she stepped forward and gently embraced Lin Chen.

"Okay..." she gently patted Lin Chen's back, "Okay..."

Lin Chen felt a soft sensation wash over him, like water enveloping fire, and the flames in his chest immediately subsided.

He looked down and saw a pair of large, dark eyes.

Those eyes seemed to speak.

She was in pain and suffering.

She was in pain and suffering because of him.

"..."

Lin Chen gently hugged Li Zhanyi and buried his head in her black hair.

The familiar, faint scent of pomelo blossoms wafted over, calming the flames in his heart.

"I'm sorry," Lin Chen said softly.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Li Zhanyi looked up. “You’ve done enough, okay?”

"Ah."

The two slowly separated, and at that moment, Shen Xuanyi walked over.

Her eyes were a little red, but her tone was very calm:

"Thank you for your contributions to protecting our home, thank you."

"This is my fault," Lin Chen shook his head, "If I hadn't asked you to look after the girls, Mr. Iron Face wouldn't have..."

No, this is not your problem.

Shen Xuanyi turned around and glanced at her father's body.

The white cloth had completely covered his head, and he suddenly became so thin, so thin that Shen Xuanyi felt as if she had just had a very long dream.

“We underestimated them,” she said softly. “The Pinnacle Group will eventually discard us after they’ve served their purpose. They have no intention of leaving us any way out. We just thought before that there might still be room for negotiation.”

"It was because we voluntarily disarmed ourselves that the enemy had the opportunity to wipe us out in one fell swoop, if not tonight, but any night after."

"And you protected our homeland and taught us a lesson."

Shen Xuanyi gently clenched her fist, and a light that seemed both strange and familiar suddenly ignited in her eyes.

Lin Chen had only seen this kind of light in Shen Tianhu's eyes before—the light of the head of the family.

“Since Mr. Iron Face has declared war, then we will fight back,” Shen Xuanyi said softly. “He will never let this go. In that case, let’s fight to the death.”

She reached out her hand to Lin Chen.

“Lin Chen, you are our most important partner,” Shen Xuanyi said with unwavering determination. “It’s a pleasure working with you.”

Lin Chen understood what the outstretched hand meant.

Instead of blaming Lin Chen for her father's death, she chose to place all her trust in him.

Lin Chen understood the weight of this choice.

She was a girl who had just lost her father, but she did not intend to bear the reasonable vulnerability that came with this identity. Instead, she chose to take over her father's position and think like a leader.

Lin Chen grasped Shen Xuanyi's hand.

"Then let's get started," Lin Chen said softly.

Half an hour later, at the top of the large bunker, the temporary command post.

The rising sun broke through the horizon, igniting the wilderness with golden flames, and even the morning breeze felt hotter.

Most of the walls of the room were shattered by artillery fire, and light shone into the command post from outside, making it look like wildfire spreading inside.

In the very center of the table, the wreckage of a damaged silver armored suit lay horizontally.

The fact that some debris could still remain after an explosion of that magnitude is enough to demonstrate the level of materials science employed.

However, this also became a weakness.

At that moment, a data cable was inserted directly into an interface inside the armor, connecting to a laptop.

Li Zhanyi was typing rapidly on his laptop, his eyes glued to the screen.

"We have the results."

Li Zhanyi raised his head and looked at the people around the table.

She flipped through the computer screen and said:

"When remotely controlling this mech, Mr. Iron Mask's biosignals passed through multiple relay stations, all of which originated from the same area."

Lin Chen looked at the laptop screen and said softly:

"Mingzhu Beach District".

Li Zhanyi nodded:

"The transit station when the mind-body controls the mecha is special, after all, not everyone is like Baiduozhi, who has an 'ideal country' as a carrier."

“The existence of such transit stations is extremely secretive and requires a lot of human resources to cover up. So I asked Hana-roku Nimi to compare the offshore database of RBAI and found that the coordinates of those transit stations all pointed to a shell company.”

"What's intriguing is that the registered owner of this shell company is Mr. K's nephew."

“Mr. K…” Lin Chen frowned slightly.

Mr. K, head of the Foundation's spy and intelligence department, has long served the Foundation's major corporations, responsible for gathering intelligence and managing assets.

At the Rain City Star TV Tower, Lin Chen observed the relationship between Mr. K and Mr. Iron Mask—he could obviously enter Mr. Iron Mask's parties with ease and seemed to play a significant role in them.

In retrospect, this status far exceeded the authority that a servant could possess.

"..."

The projector descends from the ceiling of the room, projecting the image onto the projection screen.

Everyone looked at the curtain. Hua Molan and Hua Luori were sitting together, looking at everyone in the room.

"New information: if you intend to launch an airstrike on Rain City Star, it may be difficult," Hua Molan said. "According to data comparison, we have discovered at least ten air defense facilities near the TV tower."

"Only by shutting down air defense facilities can we allow air power to enter the country."

“Mr. K might know what to do,” Lin Chen said, looking at the screen. “Senior, can you find Mr. K’s address?”

“He owns more than a dozen properties, mostly in the Pearl Beach area,” Hua Luori said, “but they are definitely just a smokescreen.”

“Mr. K’s nephew only owns one property,” Hua Molan said. “As far as I know, he left Yudu long before the Yudu War, but there are still a number of mercenaries stationed near his property.”

"Where is the property located?" Shen Xuanyi asked.

“Southwest Sea, a private island,” Hua Luori pulled up a picture. “Mr. K has always wanted to go to Epstein Island, it seems he also has his own K Island.”

“A filthy high society.” Shen Xuanyi nodded gently.

"In such chaotic times, Mr. K still has the mood to enjoy life on the island," Lin Chen nodded.

“What they want is the sense of superiority that comes from this comparison,” Shen Xuanyi said.

"Then it seems our direction is quite simple."

Shen Xuanyi looked around and said:

"We'll take down Mr. K and use him to shut down the air defense facilities near Rain City Star."

"Then, we will advance simultaneously through both air and underground routes to take down Mr. Iron Face."

After Shen Xuanyi finished speaking, Lin Chen nodded in agreement:

"No problem, this is the most efficient way."

“Our target has been upgraded,” Li Zhanyi muttered. “Originally, we were just going in to get a transmitter, but now we’re going to take direct action against the Peak Group.”

“Cutting off a head won’t kill Hydra, but it will teach it fear,” Hua Luori smiled brightly. “With Pinnacle Group down, the major corporations will once again descend into chaos, and the Foundation’s control over the situation will be significantly reduced.”

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we can take back the Investigation Bureau, which is a good chance."

"..."

Lin Chen looked at the armor wreckage on the table, staring at Mr. Iron Mask's mask with a cold expression.

“Let’s get started,” he said softly.

......

Shuiwacheng (Waterhole City)

When Lin Chen found the embroidery needle, she was leading a group of guerrillas in burning paper money in a small open space.

Hearing footsteps, Embroidery Needle turned its head and smiled at Lin Chen.

"Senior, is there a new mission?"

Lin Chen did not answer, but looked at the pile of yellow paper burning on the open ground.

"Please accept my condolences," he said.

“It’s alright. He died for his ideals,” the embroidery needle said, looking at the rising black smoke. “Compared to those bad people who died with a guilty conscience, he was lucky.”

“We’ve brought in another batch of dry rations from United Concrete, and we also have a batch of fresh meat today,” Lin Chen said. “Let’s have a good meal tonight.”

He recalled Baiyun, how that kid had become so excited and started yelling as soon as he saw the meat Lin Chen had brought.

"Deal! Deal! If I can eat meat, I'll do whatever it takes. I love meat the most!"

Lin Chen and Bai Yun were not familiar with each other; they had only known each other for a few days and had little opportunity to get to know each other.

He knew that too much compassion was a burden in war; people were dying every minute of this rain, and if he went to hold funerals for every dead person, he would have no time to do what he needed to do.

But Lin Chen didn't want to become numb.

He asked a guerrilla for some paper money and threw it into the fire.

Goodnight, guerrillas.

Lin Chen squatted there, mourning with everyone for a while.

When he stood up again, he looked at the embroidery needle and said bluntly:

"Our next target is the Pinnacle Group."

“I’ve wanted to take action against them for a long time,” Needle whispered. “Give me the mission briefing, and the guerrillas will be your spear and gun.”

Anger flashed in the girl's eyes, though she had managed to conceal it, it did not escape Lin Chen's notice.

He understood that the white cloud was perhaps not just an ordinary companion to the embroidery needle.

"Ah."

Lin Chen patted the embroidery needle on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the headquarters.

Tonight, they will raid Mr. K's mansion.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled, and torrential rain raged over the southwestern sea.