61: Chapter 61 The Assassin Falls into the Trap! Wang Ya's Body Temperature Soars to 49 Degrees Celsius

Night fell.

The hall of Tiangong No. 1 was so empty that one could hear echoes.

Lin Yuan sat at the head of the table, looking at Tang Qiqi's face, which was filled with anticipation.

Earlier, when the women wanted to get ingredients to cook, Lin Yuan had stopped them.

He said they would have Japanese food tonight.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Whoosh!

In the center of the empty living room, a three-meter-long black marble dining table appeared out of thin air.

Following that.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Plates of steaming, snowflake-marbled bluefin tuna otoro, golden and plump fresh sea urchins, eel kabayaki drizzled with secret sauce...

There was even a whole sukiyaki pot bubbling away!

Heat rose.

The aroma instantly overwhelmed the cold metallic smell of the hall.

"Ah—!!! Long live the Great Demon King!!!"

Tang Qiqi covered her mouth, but the excited scream still leaked through her fingers.

Like a happy pink rabbit, she pounced directly onto the dining table and picked up chopsticks to grab a piece of the fattest otoro.

Dipped in wasabi.

Dipped in soy sauce.

Stuffed into her mouth.

The next second, her whole body softened, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.

[Ding! Target Tang Qiqi (Beauty 86), Favorability +3%! Current Favorability: 7%!]

"You just keep spoiling her."

Qin Yumo kept a straight face, complaining with her mouth.

But seeing Tang Qiqi's pathetic display, her eyes softened involuntarily.

On the giant screen in the hall, the official news from Jiangcheng TV was playing on a loop.

A gray-haired "expert" sat upright, speaking with conviction to the camera:

"...After the assessment by our expert group, this influenza mutation has been effectively controlled. Please stay at home and stay calm, and do not believe or spread rumors..."

"The government's material reserves are very sufficient. We have the ability and confidence to win this battle against the epidemic!"

These words, paired with the extravagantly rich Japanese feast on the table, carried an absurd sense of comedy.

Just then.

"Clatter."

The chopsticks in Lin Motong's hand fell to the floor.

Her little face turned pale instantly, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles strained.

"Uncle Lin..."

She turned her head abruptly, her voice trembling with irrepressible tremors.

"I feel it again..."

"The same strange feeling as that day at school..."

She paused for half a second.

"This time, it's very close."

Before she could finish speaking.

Zzzzt—

The walkie-talkie on Lin Yuan's waist emitted a sharp burst of static.

"Boss!"

Lu Yan's voice came through.

"A black shadow is approaching from the direction of Villa No. 3!"

"It's one of the bodyguards from Zhang Qidong's side during the day, carrying a silenced pistol and climbing gear, trying to sneak in from the east side."

"Courting death!" Qin Yumo stood up abruptly. "That guy named Zhang thinks we're easy prey!"

Lu Yan continued to report.

"There is a hidden electric fence on the east side; if he tries to climb the wall, he's just throwing his life away."

"But the optimal solution is still to deal with him before he gets close, to avoid exposing the electric fence."

"Shadow is monitoring Xia Qingqiu in the west of the city. If Tank and I make a move, the commotion will be too big. Using guns to kill from a distance will immediately attract the official patrol teams down the mountain."

Qin Yumo drew the dagger from her waist and licked her lips: "I'll go. Keep the infrared sensors on the east side on, and tell me the location."

Lin Yuan wiped his mouth unhurriedly with a napkin.

He pressed the walkie-talkie, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

"Turn off the infrared sensors on the east outer wall from number three to number seven."

"Open the induction door in the outer equipment room."

"Let him into the isolation zone."

Lin Yuan paused.

"I'll digest my meal by personally meeting this dog."

...

Meanwhile.

Tiangong No. 1, east perimeter wall.

The black shadow was named "Ghost Hand."

A former Foreign Legion mercenary.

After retiring, he was hired by Zhang Qidong at a high salary.

He was currently pressed against the cold wall, his heart pounding wildly.

In his twenty years in the business, he had never seen a private residence with such perverted defenses.

The wall looked smooth, but it was actually the latest polymer composite material.

His special suction cup gloves had required three attempts to barely adhere.

Every five meters, there was a pinhole camera that blended in with the environment.

Thermal sensors.

Night vision compensation.

Military grade.

Ghost Hand even suspected that the security level of this villa exceeded that of some small military bases.

Just as he was about to give up on the original route, not far ahead, an infrared sensor he had repeatedly confirmed blinked twice and went out.

Ghost Hand's eyes lit up.

An opportunity!

He lowered his body and, using both hands and feet, climbed over the wall silently.

It was quiet inside the wall.

Unnaturally quiet.

Ghost Hand crouched in the shadows and observed for a full five minutes.

No footsteps.

No searchlights.

No barking dogs.

Only then did he advance along the base of the wall.

After putting on his night-vision goggles, the scene before him made his back feel cold.

The lawn appeared flat, but there were subtle paving faults.

Those were the partition boundaries of the micro-pressure sensors.

Inside the wall, there was an automatically calibrating laser defense node every two meters.

Ghost Hand gritted his teeth.

He stepped on the edge of the sensors with every step, his movements extremely light.

Sweat slid down his jaw into his collar.

He thought he had cracked this route.

But he didn't know that on the central control screen on the second floor, his thermal imaging silhouette was being tightly locked by a red square.

Finally, Ghost Hand reached an outer equipment room.

The door was not completely closed.

It was left ajar.

A flash of caution crossed his eyes.

But the infrared sensors behind him lit up again, and he had no way back.

Ghost Hand slipped into the equipment room, back against the metal wall, preparing to re-plan his route.

Just the moment his nerves relaxed.

A cold voice sounded from his side.

"What are you looking for?"

Ghost Hand's hair stood on end.

He turned abruptly, the Glock in his hand raised instantly, pulling the trigger toward the source of the voice.

Pfft!

The silenced bullet shot out.

Lin Yuan sidestepped.

The bullet grazed the edge of his jacket and hit the wall behind.

Ghost Hand's pupils constricted violently.

This person had seen through the trajectory in advance.

The next second, Lin Yuan had already closed in.

Ghost Hand decisively abandoned the gun, backhanded a military dagger from his waist, and stabbed directly at Lin Yuan's heart.

Lin Yuan did not retreat.

His left hand clamped onto Ghost Hand's knife-wielding wrist.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bone exploded in the equipment room.

Ghost Hand groaned, his entire right arm twisted into a deformed shape.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black.

He gritted his teeth and reached for the backup knife behind his waist with his left hand.

Lin Yuan raised his leg.

Bang!

Ghost Hand slammed into the metal wall, a dull, collapsing sound coming from his chest.

Lin Yuan grabbed his throat with one hand and pressed him against the wall.

"Who sent you?"

There was fear in Ghost Hand's eyes, but also the ruthlessness of a desperado.

He kept his mouth shut, teeth clenched.

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"Pretty tough bones."

Ghost Hand's eye twitched.

The next second, Lin Yuan lost patience.

"Just a dog."

His right hand exerted force.

Crack!

Ghost Hand's neck was twisted.

The corpse slid down the wall to the floor.

Lin Yuan let go and wiped his fingertips on the corpse's clothes.

Meanwhile.

Beep—woo—

Beep—woo—

A piercing, shrill alarm sounded, flashing wildly throughout the villa!

Lin Yuan looked up abruptly.

In the hall, everyone was startled to their feet by this sudden turn of events.

Su Xiaonuan quickly pulled up the central control system.

On the huge screen, a line of blood-red warning information flashed wildly, occupying the entire screen!

[Warning! Individual body temperature in the villa is abnormally high!]

[Location: Dining area.]

[Target: Wang Ya.]

[Body temperature: 43.7℃... 45.2℃... 47.8℃...]

[Danger Level: Extremely High!]

[Isolation medical protocol failed to start!]

[Pathogen identification failed!]

Beside the dining table.

Wang Ya lowered her head, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.

The skin on her body began to burn hot.

A drop of water seeped from her fingertips and landed on the marble floor.

Plop.

The water drop burst.

A tiny crack was actually smashed into the surface of the floor tile.

Lin Motong's face was pale, and she rushed over violently.

"Mom!"