I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 13 Chekhov's Gun

When the big screen began playing the story of Qingtian's crimes, everyone present was stunned.

Everyone stared silently at the towering figure of misdeeds on the big screen, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

"You little slut, don't say a word when you get down there, or I'll throw you and your parents down with you..."

Seeing this sudden development, Lin Chen swallowed hard, not understanding what was going on for a moment.

Another perspective...

Completely different video footage...

who is it?

The circuits in his mind were rapidly connecting, and Lin Chen suddenly remembered someone.

A person who shouldn't have been involved in the Tekkaku Bridge incident, but who appeared at the scene that day:

Jiang Zhengge.

Lin Chen already knew that the Investigation Bureau was going to deal with Qingtian.

But what he didn't expect was... that the investigation bureau also chose today.

No, that's not important right now.

The important thing is...

Qingtian is about to be driven into a corner!

"..."

In the central control center, Ms. J stared blankly at the scene before her: all the screens were hacked, and a black mosaic bug was dancing on them.

"Ms. J! We've been hacked!" the secretary shouted. "Our countermeasures have failed!"

"Activate the emergency plan!" Ms. J shouted, "Cut off the power!"

"Snapped!"

At the scene, the screen played everything that Qingtian had done on the bridge, and then switched to that terrifying scene: Qingtian was sitting on a sofa in a nightclub, with heads piled up beside him.

This scene lasted only a moment before the power was cut off.

But that was enough to cause a stir, and a horrified scream immediately erupted from the scene.

"No! That was drawn by AI!"

Qingtian shouted and turned to look around.

However, when he turned around, the reporters beside the cordon instinctively took a few steps back.

This simple action instantly turned Qingtian's expression ferocious. He pointed at the screen behind him and roared:

"That's fake! Someone is maliciously smearing me!"

In his earpiece, Ms. J was shouting:

"Honey! Don't get angry! Calm down!"

"Ahhh!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but scream.

"It's fake! It's fake!" Qingtian's carefully maintained composure crumbled. "Who the hell... is it..."

In the rain, white vapor shot out from behind Qingtian.

Lin Chen almost immediately caught the moment: the suppressor was working!

The suppressor for the sky is on his back!

Amidst the surging crowd, Lin Chen calmly took off his backpack and unzipped it.

He reached in and grabbed the back grip of the revolver shotgun.

"..."

Qingtian paced back and forth, his fists clenched, desperately trying to maintain his composure.

Ms. J's voice came through his earpiece repeatedly:

"Sweetie, hold back! Don't be angry! There are bad people trying to hurt you, and Mommy is already catching them!"

With Ms. J's reassurance, Qingtian's emotions gradually stabilized.

On a high floor of the hotel, Jiang Zhengge put down his binoculars and squinted slightly.

"Louis, can you restore power?"

"It wasn't that difficult; they just urgently cut off one node."

Louis muttered to himself, his hands rapidly typing on the laptop.

"Give me half a minute, right now..."

Jiang Zhengge nodded and turned to look at Li Zhanyi, who was squatting by the French windows.

"Zhanyi, can you see the future?"

"It's still unclear; that unstable factor... seems to be becoming more and more prominent."

Li Zhanyi stared at the scene below, repeatedly rubbing his temples, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"I can't 'predict'," she said. "I can't be sure if Optimus Prime will go out of control or go berserk, and I can't assess the threat."

"Section Chief, shall we continue?" Louis looked up.

Jiang Zhengge looked down, his brows furrowing slightly.

The purpose of this action was to launch a public opinion attack on Qingtian's image in front of the audience at the awards ceremony.

In principle, the department should avoid injuries and fatalities, and prevent bloodshed at the scene.

But Jiang Zhengge knew that once this mission began, bloodshed on site would be difficult to completely avoid.

Optimus Prime is not a stable demigod, which is why he has remained at the "gamma level." Under emotional turmoil, he may take extreme actions.

However, for the investigation bureau, if bloodshed occurs on site, it would actually be an advantage—the foundation's public relations difficulties in handling this incident would increase exponentially.

"To deal with demons, hesitation and second-guessing will only lead to missed opportunities."

Jiang Zhengge stretched out his hand and waved it gently. With a gust of wind, the revolver shotgun on the floor flew up and was caught in his hand.

"Louis, continue with the plan," he said. "If bloodshed does occur, then switch to Plan B."

"Plan B? Are you sure you want to engage him in combat?"

"If he accidentally loses control, I will try my best to control the casualties," Jiang Zhengge said. "In any case, today is an excellent opportunity."

After saying that, Jiang Zhengge turned around and walked towards the door.

"......"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier at the scene.

Just as Qingtian's emotions had begun to stabilize, a clap of thunder sounded, and the power was restored to the site once again.

"Here you go, this is a discounted price. The foundation looks forward to cooperating with you again."

The scene playing is Optimus Prime making a deal in the desert, selling missiles to bad guys.

Upon seeing this scene, Qingtian's body trembled violently once again:

"No!" he roared.

Immediately afterwards, the scene shifts to a bar, where Optimus Prime is dancing with a burly man.

Qingtian seemed to be the one being led by the nose, his posture quite passive.

"No!"

Qingtian's emotions grew increasingly agitated. Like a raging bull, he turned to look at the screen.

As his reason evaporated, the screen displaying his unsavory moments transformed into a red cloth that tempted him to madness, while the screams of the audience resembled cheers in a gladiatorial arena.

Ms. J's screams were fading away, and the suppressor on the tower was gradually overloaded. He slammed his fist into the ground, creating large craters.

He's going to destroy that screen!

That screen belongs to the bad guys!

"Aaaaaaah!"

It roared to the sky, its sound waves shaking the rain curtain into a distorted shape.

The audience was completely overwhelmed with fear; they screamed and scattered in all directions, with people falling to the ground every now and then.

In the crowd, only one person went against the tide.

He was wearing a raincoat, so no one could see his face clearly.

"......"

Looking at the towering figure roaring towards the sky, Lin Chen took a deep breath, letting the cool air flow into his lungs.

Stay calm.

There is only one bullet.

You only get one chance.

"ha..."

Lin Chen pulled out the RBAI-1045 "Anti-Gamma" specially made revolver shotgun from his backpack, raised the muzzle, and aimed it at Qingtian's spine.

On that nightmarish, rainy night, Chekhov's gun hung in his bedroom, marking the beginning of his rebellion against fate.

And now, we are in the third act.

"call..."

Lin Chen exhaled, and in the rain, he suddenly felt the world becoming quieter and quieter.

He aimed at the steaming spine of the Sky-Piercing Machine and pressed his index finger on the trigger.

Hold your breath...

"ha..."

Pull the trigger—

"boom!"

The revolver's heat sink suddenly popped open, and two compressed flames shot out like dragon whiskers.

Accompanied by a clear crimson flash, the single-pronged armor-piercing projectile tore through the rain, whistling as it hurtled towards its target—

"Bang!"

The bullet struck Qingtian's spine, sparks flying—

The overloaded spine instantly burst open, along with the towering rear armor, which exploded like a fragmentation grenade!

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Optimus Prime let out a scream: the instant the suppressor was destroyed, his muscles rapidly expanded, and the contracted density began to transform into an infinitely expanding volume!

He lost control!

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