I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 18 Seeking Refuge

"Has the report come out yet?"

"Vitality signs have disappeared, subspace projection has disappeared..."

"Death confirmed."

In the rain, Jiang Zhengge leaned against the car door, frowning as he looked at the tablet in his hand.

Louis was standing beside him, holding a black umbrella over him.

Not far away, Qingtian lay on the rocky beach, his body being investigated for evidence.

When Jiang Zhengge arrived at the scene, Qingtian was already dead, and his death was gruesome.

This was the first time Jiang Zhengge had seen a demigod die in such a miserable state: Qingtian, whose abilities were almost entirely focused on strength, had marks on his body indicating that he had been beaten. His hands looked as if they had been crushed by brute force, and the dents on his face looked as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.

Considering the physical strength of a demigod, Jiang Zhengge found it hard to imagine the physical qualities of the hammer-wielder.

"I have only one question."

Jiang Zhengge read the report again and expressed his confusion:

"In previous reports, even a dead demigod does not immediately lose its warp projection. After all, whether it is a demigod or an anomaly, any being that has awakened psychic awareness will leave a shadow of its existence in the warp."

"Based on the decay rate, it would take more than three years for a demigod's warp mapping to completely disappear."

"But Qingtian's shadow has already disappeared; he was alive and kicking just half an hour ago."

"We're investigating this issue too, but it's unlikely," Louis said, his brow furrowed. "Nothing else was left at the scene."

"Logically speaking, there are only two possibilities," Jiang Zhengge raised his head, "either that Qingtian is not a demigod at all."

"Or, the Azure Energy within Qingtian's body can be taken away."

"Take it away?"

Louis was somewhat surprised to hear Jiang Zhengge's conclusion.

"Section Chief, according to gamma-level calculations, if someone has drained all of Qingtian's Azure Energy, then they would have at least military-grade equipment, and that thing would be about the size of a truck..."

Louis looked around and shrugged:

"If there were such a thing, at least...it should leave some trace, right?"

"There's another possibility."

Jiang Zhengge took out a cigarette from inside his trench coat and lit it.

The gale bypassed him completely. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, a faint, eerie blue glint in his eyes.

"What killed Qingtian was a powerful anomaly, at least at the Beta level."

“But no trace was left in the subspace at the scene,” Louis shook his head. “If it could erase its own traces, then this anomaly would most likely have its own intelligence, which would be even worse.”

"So in either case, this is not a simple matter."

Jiang Zhengge exhaled a puff of white smoke and gently shook his head.

Things started to get complicated...

Originally, the plan was simply to drag Qingtian into the quagmire of public opinion and take the opportunity to dismantle the foundation's public opinion barriers, but now things have spiraled out of control.

First, someone fired a shot, accurately hitting the demigod's weak point, and then the demigod was drained of all his blue substance, leaving only a dried-up corpse.

Azure energy is the foundation of the extraordinary; apart from demigods, only anomalies can normally devour and contain this substance.

Who killed him?

A powerful, intelligent anomaly?

A tightly organized, high-level team of executors, with information support from a top-secret organization behind them.

Or is it...?

Another demigod, who killed Qingtian in a vengeance?

Is the foundation embroiled in internal strife?

Jiang Zhengge broke off the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

He hates the feeling of things getting out of control...

"What did the foundation say?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

"They still insist that we hand over the site to them..."

"Then let's give it to them. Anyway, we've gotten what we wanted. I'm going back to write my report now."

Jiang Zhengge opened the car door and got in.

He started the engine and was just about to drive away when his phone rang.

"Hey, Zhanyi? Is your solo mission time over? Did you have fun?"

"What? You saw the assassin's face?"

Jiang Zhengge frowned and straightened up.

"Describe his features, and I might be able to deduce which family he belongs to."

"Have you seen him before? Do you know him?"

"Which organization does he belong to? What is his status?"

Jiang Zhengge's eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"What do you mean he's just an ordinary food delivery driver who graduated from university two years ago?"

......

After leaving the scene, Lin Chen didn't rush home. Instead, he found an open space and burned the electric car with the oil he had prepared beforehand.

Then, he found an empty underpass and leaned against the wall to rest.

"call..."

My heart is pounding, beating very fast.

Lin Chen raised his hand, opening and closing his five fingers, feeling the unfamiliar yet powerful force.

The enhancements from the projection have not completely disappeared and have persisted for some time.

Optimistically, this reinforcement will continue.

A more optimistic guess is that if the experience of Optimus Prime is continued to be used for projection... it can be further enhanced.

However, there should be a limit to this enhancement. If we calculate it, it should be that Optimus Prime can maintain the strength of human form without using the suppressor.

Thinking about it now, it was really a close call. If Qingtian were at his peak, even the enhanced Lin Chen wouldn't be able to defeat him.

Lin Chen sighed and checked his equipment again.

There are still two pistol magazines left, and all the throwables are still available. They can still be used if we encounter an encounter.

Three Dragon Breath Bullets remain, which is a bit too few...

The good news is that the previous projection seems to have simultaneously repaired the injuries on his body, so his condition should be better in the future.

Speaking of projection...

Lin Chen closed his eyes, sensing the distant white city.

Within that pure white expanse, there seemed to be some faint blue matter floating in the air—those were leftovers from the previous projection.

Based on his sense of touch, Lin Chen estimated that the substances he had collected would allow him to complete one more "Sky-Supporting" projection.

This is the real trump card.

"....."

Lin Chen took a soft breath, leaned against the wall, and listened to the sound of rain outside the bridge arch.

Unexpected events really do happen one after another...

According to the original plan, the best outcome would be for him to carry out the assassination without revealing his identity, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape from Yudu with Huihui.

But he has already been exposed to the foundation, and there is no way he can escape now.

In this situation, fleeing Yudu is practically tantamount to suicide...

Qingtian is Ms. J's son. Lin Chen would bet that his crazy mother would do anything to dig him out and kill him.

Surely we can't fight our way out of Rain City? Lin Chen didn't think his equipment was good enough for a high-speed chase.

After considering all this, it seems that only one possibility remains.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, recalling that afternoon in his mind.

For some reason, he thought of that carefree and lively girl.

Could the sniper who supported him be from the Bureau of Investigation?

Lin Chen chuckled, leaned against the wall to stand up, and stretched his limbs.

He decided to go to the investigation bureau right now.

Only a force capable of standing up to the Foundation could possibly offer him protection.

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