I write obituaries for the gods

We have to tear off this mask.

"Then let's start with you."

Lin Chen's nails dug into his flesh, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder jolted Lin Chen awake from his dream.

He suddenly sat up in bed and looked out the window: the rain was pounding against the glass, and lightning illuminated the outline of the city's outer ring, but the glass was a blur.

"...?"

Lin Chen staggered to his feet, rubbing his temples and feeling the slight stinging pain.

He walked to the glass window, pressed himself against it, and saw the white city reflected in the hazy glass.

The mirage city... is real...

That wasn't a dream...

Lin Chen gazed at the city's reflection and spoke softly:

"I don't know why you gave me this power, and I don't care, even if you want to harm me..."

"Before that... I will resist..."

Resist...

He needs weapons.

Subconsciously, Lin Chen's attention focused on the long boxes in the lobby of the Investigation Bureau.

In the reflection of the glass, the scene of the "Mirage City" shifts to those long boxes.

With Lin Chen's will, the long box became clearer and clearer in the glass...

Lin Chen suddenly felt a strong instinct; he reached out and gently touched the glass...

"Clap!"

Accompanied by the sound of shattering glass, it was as if the boundary between dimensions had suddenly torn apart...

The long box defied the principles of perspective Lin Chen could perceive, abruptly detaching itself from the glass surface—

"Clap!"

Lin Chen suddenly took two steps back, staring blankly at the long trunk that had been thrown against the window.

The boxes were still wet from the rain, as if they had just been transported in a downpour.

Lin Chen raised his head and looked at the reflection in the glass: the mirage city had vanished.

It's as if... this long trunk was originally in Lin Chen's room.

"..."

Lin Chen wiped the rainwater off the long box and then opened it.

The revolver shotgun he had seen in the mirage city was lying in the foam, with a box of bullets next to it.

Lin Chen picked up the shotgun and gently touched its cool, smooth metal surface with his hand.

It's true...

Does "Mirage City" project memories directly into reality?

A white object suddenly caught Lin Chen's attention. He looked down and saw an instruction manual lying at the bottom of the long box.

He picked up the instruction manual and read its title:

RBAI-1045 "Anti-Gamma" Special Revolver Shotgun.

......

Lin Chen picked up the instruction manual once again by the bedside in the rented room.

During this time, he read the instruction manual repeatedly, thoroughly understanding its contents and how to operate the gun.

"Anti-Gamma" means that this gun is a weapon designed to deal with gamma-level anomalous entities.

Under the Foundation's classification system, anomalous entities are divided into five levels: Omega, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, with their threat level decreasing from high to low.

Demigods, on the other hand, use the same hierarchical system, with each level corresponding to the level of anomalies they can handle.

For example, Optimus Prime is a gamma-level demigod, which means he can handle gamma-level anomalies on his own.

Anomalies of this level can typically "affect a small urban area in an instant," which is already considered a high-risk anomaly for the general public.

Therefore, Lin Chen knew the power of this shotgun: Gamma-level anomalous entities usually have physical structures that are difficult to destroy, and this shotgun was designed to deal with them.

But if that were all, Lin Chen wouldn't have read the instruction manual repeatedly.

In fact, what he really cared about was the end of the instruction manual.

There were a few lines of hastily written words:

"...Optimus Prime's weakness lies in his armor. Without the armor's restraint, his muscles would continuously expand; only when encased in a suppressor would they shift to increasing muscle density..."

"...The suppressor is also used to suppress his frenzied emotions. If we engage in direct combat, we should prioritize destroying his suppressor, making it impossible for him to control his emotions..."

"...In addition, without his helmet, Optimus Prime will instinctively seek out high-temperature objects, which can be used to interfere with him..."

"...This product is equipped with one armor-piercing slug, several high-temperature dragon's breath rounds, and several training non-lethal rounds..."

"...Remember, this is a backup plan. Don't easily escalate a melee with a demigod; you won't end up well..."

......

Chapter 7 The Beginning of Revenge

"..."

Lin Chen crumpled the instruction manual into a ball, took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it into the glass.

Watching the instruction manual burn, he murmured softly:

"So... the Investigation Bureau is also preparing to deal with Optimus Prime... and has even devised a countermeasure..."

He recalled Jiang Zhengge's indifferent expression when he appeared at the site of the Tiejiao Bridge collapse, and suddenly he understood many things.

Why was Section 1 of the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations involved in the bridge collapse?

Perhaps they have already discovered quite a bit of information.

However, judging from the handwriting, they do not seem to intend to use "killing Qingtian" as their primary means, but rather to use a propaganda war.

But Lin Chen knew he couldn't wait for a war of words.

If the intelligence from "Mirage City" is correct, the Foundation's spies must have already been planted nearby.

After the commendation ceremony, Lin Chen and Huihui's lives will enter their final countdown.

He had to act before that.

The Investigation Bureau is, after all, an independent agency with a powerful background, but Lin Chen is just an ordinary person.

Huihui was just an ordinary girl.

When the rains of time fell, they had already given their all simply by struggling not to drown.

Now that things have come to this, if he does not fight back, he will surely perish.

"..."

Lin Chen raised his wrist and glanced at the time: 12:23 noon.

"Let's begin."

Lin Chen put the shotgun into a long bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out of the room.

A faint chill swept over him, and Lin Chen looked up and exhaled a breath of white air, watching it dissipate into the white rain curtain.

As the sunlight spread out, the outline of the world gradually turned into pure white in Lin Chen's eyes—the "Mirage City" descended before him.

......

Ninety-one floors of the building, in a dark bedroom.

"The target has left the residence."

The observer moved their eyes away from the edge of the subspace lens and looked behind them.

A gunman in full tactical gear was sitting on a sofa, loading ammunition into a pistol magazine one round at a time.

"The big one left?" he said casually.

"Yes, the little girl is left alone next door."

The observer once again brought his eyes close to the subspace lens and looked at Huihui's house.

In his eyes, a blurry white object remained alone on the bed in the bedroom, motionless, seemingly asleep.

"What did they say?" the observer whispered.

"Same old story, get rid of them immediately after the commendation ceremony. If there are any witnesses, carry out targeted eliminations according to the direction of public opinion," the gunman muttered.

Both of them belong to the foundation's "Public Opinion Execution Department" and have been observing Lin Chen and Huihui here for a long time.

"If you ask me, we should act now," the observer muttered. "The regulatory authorities said yesterday that Lin Chen's account is almost empty. He's probably out delivering food today and won't be back anytime soon..."

"Whatever, there's no way to clean this up all at once," the gunman said. "We'll have to wait for that kid to come back before we deal with him."

"What's the point of dealing with it? Just frame him. Just pin the girl's death on him."

The observer spoke, stood up, and placed the subspace lens on the ground:

"I'm going to the restroom, can you help me?"

"Excessive urination due to death."

The gunman placed the pistol on the coffee table, got up, walked to the wall, picked up the subspace lens, and began to observe the wall.

"..."

The observer pushed open the bathroom door and walked in, humming a little tune as he used the toilet while scrolling through his phone.

To be honest, he was already thinking about closing the deal as soon as possible. After all, this kind of low-threat target was considered a small job in the execution department, the pay was so-so, and he still had to wait a long time.

High-threat targets are at least more exciting to participate in and more rewarding, while those that can be handled by the media enforcement department are at most high-threat targets like retired soldiers or gang leaders, which don't involve much risk.

If it weren't for the fear of unnecessary public opinion spreading before the commendation ceremony, they would have already taken action against this young man and the little girl.

"Public opinion control is an art..."

The observer put on his pants and pressed the flush button on the toilet.

He turned around, just about to leave the restroom, when he suddenly heard a soft hum from the ventilation duct above his head:

"Ok?"

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, the gunman in the living room suddenly sat up and turned to look at the bathroom:

"Hey! What's going on?"

He reached for the pistol on the coffee table, and the next second, it was struck by a shower of sparks—

"Oh!"

The pistol flew to another corner of the room and landed behind the bookshelf.

"Don't move."

The gunman looked up and saw a figure wearing a raincoat and a mask standing at the toilet door.

He held a revolver shotgun in both hands, the muzzle of which, fitted with a homemade silencer, was aimed at the gunman.

At his feet, the gunman saw the observer's half-body sticking out of the toilet: the guy was clearly unconscious.

"Hand over your terminal," Lin Chen said softly.

A thousand possible scenarios flashed through the gunman's mind: This guy looks like an amateur... with that broken silencer made from a metal can... amateurish crime?

After a quick thought, the gunman spoke softly:

"Don't be impulsive. What are you talking about? Tell me slowly..."