Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Fear finally appeared in Lin Yuan's eyes: "Wait! I can tell you about the Shen family..."

"Game over."

A blade of light pierced through his brow.

Lin Yuan's expression was forever frozen in that moment of horror.

Shen Chumo flicked the blood off her hands and coldly stared at the corpse on the ground: "Lin Yuan, I don't need to get information from the dead."

她转身走向出口，身后突然传来&34;滴滴&34;声——临渊的尸体心脏处，一个微型装置正在倒计时：5...4...3...

Shen Chumo's pupils shrank sharply, and her spiritual energy instantly formed a protective shield.

&34;Boom!&34;

The shockwave from the explosion leveled the entire factory.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Shen Chumo walked out slowly, her clothes completely untouched by any dirt.

The sound of sirens grew closer in the distance. She took one last look at the burning ruins, then turned and disappeared into the night.

When Ji Linchuan arrived with his men, all he saw was a scene of utter devastation.

Ji Linchuan stood before the burning ruins, the firelight illuminating his cold, stern profile. Technicians were extracting residue from the ashes when a detective strode over and handed him a preliminary report.

"Team Leader Ji, a large amount of electronic equipment debris was found at the scene, and it is preliminarily determined that this was once a temporary command center."

Ji Linchuan took the report, his gaze sweeping over the data: "Can you trace the source of the signal?"

"It's difficult." The detective shook his head. "All the equipment was encrypted; the data from before the explosion was remotely destroyed."

Ji Linchuan squatted down and picked up a piece of metal fragment from the charred rubble—it was a badge that had been burned and deformed, with the characters "Chenmen" faintly visible, and the characters "Qinglong" engraved on the back.

His gaze suddenly darkened.

He was all too familiar with this symbol—it had appeared at the scene of the major missing persons case in Brussels three years ago and the serial murders of a tycoon in Hong Kong last year.

"Captain! We've found a body, male, severely burned."

Ji Linchuan took the body back, and after comparison, confirmed that the deceased was Lin Yuan.

Upon hearing the news, the entire police station erupted in cheers. They had been risking their lives to capture Lin Yuan, never daring to relax for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan suddenly died.

At the celebration banquet, champagne bubbles danced under the lights, and cheers and clinking glasses from colleagues rose and fell. But Ji Linchuan stood alone on the police station terrace, clutching the deformed badge in his hand.

Moonlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the "anger gate" symbol, making his eyes behind his glasses appear even more profound.

"Captain Ji, aren't you going down for a drink?" The veteran detective patted him on the shoulder. "With Lin Yuan's big fish caught, you deserve the credit!"

Ji Linchuan twirled the badge, the metal edge digging painfully into his palm: "Old Zhang, don't you think it's going too smoothly?"

He paused, looking at the flashing police lights in the distance. "The head of an organization capable of orchestrating transnational crimes, killed in an accidental explosion in an abandoned factory?"

“I understand your thoughts. This matter is indeed full of suspicious points, but apart from Lin Yuan, there was no other person’s body at the scene.”

Old Zhang lowered his voice and leaned closer: "Could it be a double-cross? Lin Yuan has made too many enemies; it's hard to guarantee that no one has hired someone to kill him."

He glimpsed Ji Linchuan's hand gripping the badge tightly, his knuckles turning white. "And didn't the autopsy report confirm his identity?"

"Old Zhang, have you ever heard of 'Anger Gate'?"

Old Zhang frowned in confusion. "Sinking Gate? What's that? I've never heard of it."

Ji Linchuan sighed, "Never mind, I just have a bad feeling. Lin Yuan's death might not be the end..."

Old Zhang patted Ji Linchuan on the shoulder.

"Don't think too much about it. Although Lin Yuan is dead, there are still many things to clean up. You also have another mission, so you need to pay more attention to it. You can leave Lin Yuan's affairs to us."

Ji Linchuan's phone vibrated in his pocket; it was a call from the forensic doctor.

"Captain Ji, something's happened! Lin Yuan's body..." The other person's voice trembled noticeably. "The freezer has been damaged, and the body is gone!"

Ji Linchuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the badge nearly slipped from his fingers. He immediately rushed to the parking lot, started the police car, and sped towards the forensic center.

Throughout the journey, various possibilities flashed through his mind: Who stole the body at this time? And what was their purpose?

When he arrived at the forensic center, the scene was a mess. The steel door of the refrigerated display case had been ripped open, and broken glass and twisted metal were scattered on the floor.

Surveillance footage shows that approximately twenty minutes earlier, a black van parked at the back door.

The technician pulled up the footage, "but the license plate was obscured, and everyone inside was wearing black hoods." The footage showed several shadowy figures skillfully carrying a stretcher into the cold storage room; the entire process took less than three minutes.

Ji Linchuan's gaze was suddenly drawn to a detail: when one of the people's sleeves slipped down, a section of his wrist was revealed, on which was a striking white tiger tattoo.

He had seen this tattoo in a top-secret file before—it belonged to an internationally wanted criminal codenamed "White Tiger".

"Block all exits from the city and check all black vans!" Ji Linchuan ordered into the walkie-talkie. "Notify Interpol and request assistance!" He turned and walked to his car, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he had to retrieve the body.

Trackers showed the truck was last seen at an abandoned dock in the north of the city.

When Ji Linchuan arrived, the moonlight was shining on the rusty container. He approached cautiously, his hand resting on his sidearm.

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind.

"So he's a cop."

Ji Linchuan turned around abruptly and saw a man wearing a bronze mask standing in the shadows.

The man was tall, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind, and the white tiger tattoo on his right wrist glowed with an eerie light.

"Who are you? Where is Lin Yuan's body?" Ji Linchuan's voice was as cold as a knife.

The masked man let out a low laugh: "Why the rush?"

He snapped his fingers, and several dark figures emerged from behind the container, their guns pointed at Ji Linchuan.

"You actually had the ability to kill that madman Qinglong; that's quite an achievement."

Azure Dragon... Ji Linchuan thought of the tattoo on Lin Yuan's body.

Azure Dragon... White Tiger, it was as if a thread was connecting them in his mind.

Ji Linchuan's mind raced, trying to find an opportunity to break through.

Just then, police sirens wailed in the distance. The masked man had clearly heard them too; he scoffed, "Consider yourself lucky, Officer Ji. But we'll meet again soon."

After saying that, he took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows.

Ji Linchuan immediately chased after him, but only saw an empty dock.

Those people vanished without a trace, like ghosts, leaving only a few metal badges bearing the mark of a white tiger on the ground.