I write obituaries for the gods

But before he could finish speaking, he saw sparks fly from the muzzle of the shotgun—

"Oh!"

"Well!"

He clutched his groin, fell to the ground in pain, his face pale, and could only let out weak groans.

Lin Chen slowly walked to the gunman's side, kicked him so that he turned around, and then casually took out a small terminal from the gunman's external ammunition pouch.

How did he know... the terminal was here?

The gunman watched anxiously as Lin Chen put the terminal into his pocket. Before he could think any further, he saw Lin Chen raise his shotgun and aim it at his head.

"Do not..."

He managed to squeeze out a single word, and the next second, Lin Chen pulled the trigger:

"Oh!"

The non-lethal training round struck the gunman in the head, knocking him unconscious.

After confirming that he was incapacitated, Lin Chen took a deep breath and pressed his temples.

A white light flickered before his eyes: the "Mirage City" had descended once more, and he surveyed the entire room within the white city.

After confirming that no one else was around, Lin Chen withdrew from sight and gently rubbed his burning temples.

The day after obtaining the "Mirage City", Lin Chen discovered two assassins hiding in the building opposite.

That night, he pretended to take a walk, exploring the entire atrium and the surrounding floors. Then he returned home and used "Mirage City" to extract every detail that he couldn't notice in the real world.

Then he overheard the conversation between the two assassins.

Before assassinating Qingtian, Lin Chen must eliminate these two informants.

They will most likely begin their operation after the awards ceremony starts, which would put Huihui in danger.

"..."

Lin Chen flung the shotgun's cylinder aside, ejected four spent cartridges, and only then did he realize that his hands were trembling.

In the dark bedroom, he practiced the current action countless times, but when it came to actually doing it, his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

"call..."

Lin Chen took a deep breath and exhaled to calm himself down.

He slung the shotgun over his shoulder, then took out the terminal he had seized from the gunman and looked at the screen.

......

Chapter 8 Armed Deliveryman (New book, please read!)

After gesturing a few times on the terminal screen, Lin Chen quickly found the order page for the gunman:

"Cleanup of high-risk public opinion targets, Client: Ms. J"

Ms. J...

Lin Chen remembered this name: On the day the incident occurred, the two foundation officials who came to Lin Chen to ask for Huihui's personal belongings mentioned that it was "Ms. J's order."

"I'll remember you."

Lin Chen casually tossed the terminal on the ground and stomped on it several times to confirm that it was completely destroyed.

He walked to the corner, found the gunman's pistol that had been knocked away, and casually tossed it back onto the coffee table.

Then, Lin Chen dragged the observer out of the toilet and tied him and the gunman together with a rope he had prepared beforehand.

But his hands were shaking more and more, and he couldn't tie the knot properly no matter what he did.

"Depend on..."

Lin Chen gripped his wrist, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down again.

Two years ago, he could never have imagined himself doing something like this: shooting two professional hitmen unconscious and then tying them up...

The thought struck him as somewhat ridiculous: he was supposed to eliminate a demigod this afternoon.

Compared to demigods, these two are practically no different from common soldiers...

Lin Chen felt a strange sense of comfort.

He let out a long breath and then quickly tied the two gunmen up tightly.

The Bureau of Investigation will soon find the two gunmen. Rather than killing them, Lin Chen would rather sell them to the Bureau of Investigation as a favor.

Moreover, getting your hands dirty too early can easily leave you vulnerable to being used against you later.

While tying up the gunman, Lin Chen didn't forget to remove his gear: bulletproof vest, ammunition pouch, arm and knee pads...

After finishing all that, Lin Chen took off his raincoat and put on all the gunman's equipment.

He roughly checked the supplies in the ammunition rack: three pistol magazines, a fragmentation grenade, a flashbang, and a personal first aid kit.

That's quite thoughtful...

Thinking this, Lin Chen sat down on the sofa and threw the shotgun barrel aside.

He removed the three non-lethal bullets that he hadn't fired, then took out the pre-prepared high-temperature dragon breath bullets from his pocket and stuffed six of them in.

Finally, he took out the only single armor-piercing round and put it into the firing position.

"Crack!"

Lin Chen closed the magazine, stuffed the shotgun back into his long bag, and then took out his phone.

He opened the "Full Met Rider App" and clicked on the order acceptance page:

Delivery item: Large quantities of boxed meals.

Delivery address: Iron Corner Square.

Delivery time: 13:35.

Lin Chen accepted this order a day in advance. Large orders like this are usually handled by "Baolemei Express Co., Ltd." at a low price and distributed to riders for processing.

Lin Chen took on several more orders, all for one purpose.

He took out a box he had prepared in advance from his backpack, opened it, and took out a small packet of ingredients.

This is a laxative.

This is a gift from Lin Chen to the foundation staff.

......

13:10, Iron Point Square.

Gray clouds, a curtain of rain.

Li Zhanyi pressed himself against the floor-to-ceiling glass, staring intently at the Iron Horn Plaza below.

The grand stage has been set up, and the foundation's staff are conducting final on-site checks.

In the distance, the broken remains of the Iron Horn Bridge are faintly visible in the fog, like the bones of a fallen giant.

"The security setup at the scene is so minimal..." Li Zhanyi muttered, "Still as arrogant as ever..."

"After all, today's protagonist is Qingtian, a demigod who doesn't need anyone to protect him."

Jiang Zhengge was sitting on the hotel bed, eating a boxed lunch.

Li Zhanyi turned her head, gave him a disapproving look, and whispered:

"Section Chief, it's about to start, and you're still eating..."

“There are still two hours left,” Jiang Zhengge said. “And if nothing unexpected happens today, our work will be quite simple.”

"Don't talk nonsense, or something really might happen..." Li Zhanyi sighed softly.

“If something unexpected really happens, there’s nothing we can do,” Jiang Zhengge said. “The director has instructed us that today’s operation is part of a propaganda war, and we must not let anything go wrong.”

"Really...?"

Li Zhanyi looked at the floor to the side: a revolver shotgun lay there, clearly the RBAI-1045 "anti-gamma" special revolver shotgun that had arrived earlier.

"Then why did you bring the gun?"

"This is called being prepared for a rainy day. If he goes berserk after being exposed, we can take him down with a legitimate reason."

Jiang Zhengge put down the boxed lunch and looked at the third person in the room who was silent.

"Louis, is the Black Bug program ready?"

“No problem…” Technician Louis pushed up his glasses. “When the award ceremony for Skybreaker reaches its climax, I will play his great achievements on the screens at the venue.”

Louis turned the computer screen around and showed the image to the two of them:

Inside the nightclub, Qingtian sat on a sofa with several heads piled up beside him.

In the desert, Qingtian, carrying a missile, is shaking hands with a group of fully armed soldiers.

In the underground dance hall, Qingtian was mingling with a group of men.

Countless images flashed by, like a cheap PowerPoint presentation, with a caption:

Book of Merits.

"Has that been added recently?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

"of course."

Louis pressed the button again, and the screen switched to a blurry video: Optimus Prime pulled the girl named Huihui out of the car and then threw the car out.

"It's so blurry, Section Chief," Li Zhanyi complained.

"The air was too shaky, I'm not very good at recording," Jiang Zhengge said calmly.

"Anyway, it's enough. That thing is obviously top-of-the-line, no excuses." Louis snapped his fingers.

"Striving for perfection."

As Li Zhanyi spoke, he took out his phone and swiped the screen twice.

“Today’s operation cannot fail,” she said. “If Qingtian is alright, the informant who contacted me a while ago will probably be in trouble.”

“An informant?” Louis frowned. “The little girl’s brother?”

“Yes, the foundation’s public opinion execution department is keeping an eye on him and that girl,” Li Zhanyi said. “I’ve asked the Second Section to set up informants, but if things really escalate, who knows what might happen.”

"Don't worry, Zhanyi, we'll take care of it."

Jiang Zhengge stood up, walked to the window, and put his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat.

He gazed at the Iron Horn Bridge in the distance, and once again thought of the torrential rain on the day it broke.

“This is a weakness that the Foundation has handed us,” he said softly. “There’s no reason for them to escape so easily.”

Watching the section chief's retreating figure, Louis stretched, placed the computer on the bed, and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Li Zhanyi turned around.

“I got hungry listening to the section chief eat, so I’ll go downstairs and get a boxed lunch,” Louis muttered. “Officially, we’re the foundation’s assistants today, so why not take advantage of this free lunch?”

“Two starving ghosts…” Li Zhanyi sighed softly.

Do you want me to bring it for you?

"No need, I'm not hungry," Li Zhanyi said sullenly.

The girl looked down at the bustling traffic from the hotel window once again, and saw figures in blue raincoats passing through the rain and driving around the square.

"Outsourcing again? How stingy," she muttered to herself.

......

Amidst the rain, Lin Chen rode his electric scooter, following the flow of traffic towards the square.

He has already picked up the food from the restaurant and added the condiments.

Through the fine rain, Lin Chen saw a cluster of black tents on one side of the square: those were the foundation's tents, which were also their offices.

"..."

Lin Chen took a breath of the damp, cold air, drove the electric car, and sped towards the meal collection point.

......