Chapter 1529: Sprinkling Sugar with the Coroner Mr. 42

What, the assault team? How did they get here so fast!

Gu Luhui had just heard that Jin Chen had suddenly disappeared, and then learned that the assault team was already approaching the base; for a moment he panicked.

But it was only a fleeting moment; after suppressing his feelings for over ten years, he had made too many preparations for today and would absolutely not allow anyone to change the outcome.

Even with Jin Chen as an unexpected variable, he absolutely could not just give up like that!

Gu Luhui's face stiffened; a few seconds later he picked up the walkie-talkie, killing intent flashing in his eyes: 'Detonate the Number One roadblock, we must buy time.'

On the ridge of Side Peak, several assassins watched the assault team's inevitable path; upon hearing the order they immediately picked up their detonators, waiting for the team to approach.

'Oh no! There's a bomb on the road!' the monitor who had been watching the mountain-top satellite imagery shouted repeatedly, 'Command vehicle! There's a bomb on the assault team's required route—stop them immediately!'

'It seems you really are the remaining undercover agent.' The detachment leader firmly gripped the throat of the city bureau leader on the Number Two command vehicle, his fingers nimbly tapping the signal display a few times, routing the monitor's mic to the chief's command vehicle, and mercilessly handcuffed the city leader's both hands.

'How did you find out…?' the middle-aged man's face was ashen; he had been completely cut off from all contact with Gu Luhui.

'Oh, we Jin Team found out. He said you deliberately targeted him in the bureau and kept passing news that Wu Lin the coroner had betrayed him—obviously a scumbag.'

The detachment leader repeated Jin Chen's words verbatim.

City leader: '……'

The bureau chief reacted in just a few seconds—first glaring angrily at the Number Two command vehicle, then quickly consulting with several leaders on options, and swiftly gave the assault team members the correct order.

The assault team members, on the brink of danger, halted their steps toward death.

At the same time.

As Wu Lin was escorted by the Shadow Ghost and two assassins toward the medicine vat, his innately sharp senses quickly sensed that this ordinary mind‑control drug was different.

Gu Luhui still had not given up on turning him into another puppet victim like those outside.

In the gale, Wu Lin could even smell the strange, pervasive odor emanating from the medicine vat, making him nauseous.

'Eat up, this is good stuff—once you eat it you won't feel pain.' Ying Die personally took a bowl from the outermost medicine vat and gave it to him.

'What's inside?' Wu Lin's hoarse voice was barely audible, but his overly aloof aura was impossible to ignore.

Ying Die followed his gaze; several medicine vats that had never been activated sat silently in the darkness, like a demon's heart.

His pupils flickered with a hint of wariness and fear; he paused and said, 'This isn't your business to handle.'

That must be it, Wu Lin thought—this was the result of Gu Luhui's plan up to now, as Sang Xue said: 'It's not fear of death, but fear of the consequences after things happen.'

Wu Lin still hid the blood‑stained dagger in his right cuff; his eyes swept over the guns at the waists of the two assassins, and using reason clouded by pain he considered the chances of success.

'Drink already, what the hell are you looking at?' Ying Die sensed something off and hurriedly urged him.

Wu Lin's dark pupils fixed on Ying Die; as he stepped forward a few paces to take the medicine bowl, the flash of his blade— a bullet burst from the side and pierced straight through Ying Die's temple.

Everyone froze.

Ying Die weakly twitched his neck, but didn't have time to see who fired before collapsing face‑up.

'Who!'

The two assassins quickly drew their guns, but several more bullets burst from behind like a rainstorm, causing their drawing motion to fail as their bodies fell.

Wu Lin's lashes, stained with dried blood, trembled lightly; his slender frame looked somewhat disheveled in the gale. He turned and saw Jin Chen approaching, his eyes holding a familiar, tolerant smile.

'Disobeying orders and acting on your own.' Jin Chen halted before Wu Lin, his gaze slightly solemn as it swept over his death‑white face, his limp left hand hanging bluish at his side, and the penetrating wound—his whole body streaked with blood he didn't know whose.

No matter how much reproach there was, he couldn't utter a word at that moment.

Jin Chen gently drew Wu Lin into his embrace, sighing resignedly: 'You look such a mess, Chief Coroner Wu.'

The familiar embrace and warmth brought the pain deeply buried in his heart surging forth again; he buried his face in Jin Chen's shoulder, drawing several deep breaths, and had no strength left for anything else.

They had to resolve the current crisis as quickly as possible—every minute and second counted.

'Inside… inside there's something Gu Luhui has been hiding.'

Jin Chen glanced inside, his palm still pressed on Wu Lin's left shoulder without moving; behind him were the assassins who had come running after hearing the gunshots.

Wu Lin nervously tried to lift his head, but was pressed back down: 'Don't lift your head, be good.'

In the instant he closed his eyes, the assassins' running footsteps, gunfire, and howling wind all ceased at once; Wu Lin wondered if his ears were playing tricks, but Jin Chen's steady heartbeat was unmistakably clear.

Moreover, the pain was gradually fading, and even his arm stopped bleeding.

Just what on earth is going on……

Jin Chen raised a barrier; countless golden threads shimmered outside the transparent shield—touch it and you die.

The assassins fell one after another; those still standing, confronted with the utterly bizarre sight before them, were forced to meet Jin Chen's icy, corpse‑watching gaze—already so frightened they could barely hold their guns, trembling as they tried to flee.

Bullets caught up from behind, leaving no chance to send a report.

Corpses and debris littered the ground.

Jin Chen gently protected the lover in his arms, holding him as they walked.

The medicine vat's strange odor faintly masked the external smell of blood; Wu Lin's eyes flickered, he didn't look back, merely lifted his gaze into Jin Chen's depths, leaning his head trustingly against him without asking another word.

Jin Chen easily pushed open the medicine vat cabin door, and was instantly overwhelmed by the pervasive stench, leaving him blank for two seconds.

Within those few short seconds, Jin Chen's mind even flashed with countless exclamation marks.

Fuck, how can it be this stinky!

Damn, I won't end up not smelling good from this, will I!!

Will my wife still like me afterwards!!!

Until a cold yet extremely soft finger covered his nose, Wu Lin whispered in his ear: 'This medicine can control spirit and willpower—don't inhale too much.'

Looking down, Wu Lin had already covered his own nose innocently, blinking his eyes.

Jin Chen sealed his breath, took Wu Lin's finger to his mouth and bit it, then smiled helplessly: 'On purpose?'

Wu Lin averted his gaze, refusing to admit it.

The two giant medicine vat chambers respectively held liquid and gaseous pharmaceutical agents—the final version of Gu Luhui's decades‑long researched mind‑control drug; the vats were linked by a bomb powerful enough to blow up half a mountain.

'Gu Luhui that bastard's target is the whole X City.'

Jin Chen gritted his teeth fiercely: 'Just how much does he hate this place.'

Wu Lin recalled what he had investigated five years ago, sarcastically curling his lip and said: "A psychologist who has never felt power, after falling ill, researched control-type drugs, even able to step on the deputy mayor underfoot... Profit blinds the heart, causing loss of humanity."

"I'm different; only you can corrupt the heart." Jin Chen's tone was quite stern, and he casually closed the cabin door.

Wu Lin: "……"

Jin Chen covered his eyes, smiling and said: "Go back and look again, look your fill."

As his words fell, Jin Chen embraced him, stepping over corpses strewn across the ground, striding out of the transparent barrier; before the police arrived, anyone who entered would only end up dead without a whole body.