I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 9 Igniting the Fire

The foundation's tent area had few security personnel, only some regular guards, and was not the large-scale operation Lin Chen had imagined.

They probably felt that since Qingtian was a demigod, he didn't need protection, and the staff weren't worth protecting either...

Rainy City has no shortage of people.

As Lin Chen approached the tent area, he soon heard the sound of a loudspeaker:

"The delivery point is here, hurry up... The delivery point is here, hurry up..."

There was a small shed at the edge of the tent area. Delivery drivers stopped in an orderly fashion at the edge of the shed so that staff could take away their boxed meals.

Lin Chen parked his car at the back of the queue, pulled up his raincoat, and glanced at his watch:

13: 32.

There are still two hours until the commendation ceremony.

"Come here! This way!"

Soon, Lin Chen rode his bike to the delivery counter and watched as the staff took all the boxed meals out of his takeout box.

He tapped "delivered" on his phone, then rode his bike to the edge of the square and started scrolling through his phone.

"..."

Five minutes... ten minutes... half an hour...

One by one, people began to run out of the tents, rushing towards the public toilets not far away.

Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry. He continued scrolling through his phone, glancing at the entrance to the public restroom every now and then.

When a queue formed at the entrance of the public restroom, a slight smile appeared on his lips; he knew it was time.

"Hey! Bro! Can...can you do me a favor?"

Sure enough, the queue for the public restroom seemed endless...

A man in a security uniform stumbled up to Lin Chen and grabbed the front of the electric scooter.

"I...I...I have an upset stomach, damn it, I ordered cheap takeout from some unknown place, damn it, trying to save money on this kind of stupid thing...wait, I can't hold it in anymore, can you take me somewhere?"

"Try Kegel exercises," Lin Chen calmly advised. "There aren't any toilets nearby, but there's a village in the city across the street, and there aren't many people in the alleys there."

"Okay, okay, I don't care, just take me there right now, I'm begging you..."

The security guard, grumbling and cursing, climbed onto Lin Chen's back seat and wailed:

"Hurry up!"

At this moment, several more people ran out of the tent. Seeing the long line at the toilet entrance and the security guards getting into Lin Chen's car, they anxiously called out to the group of delivery drivers:

"Hey bro! Give me a ride to find a restroom!"

"brother!"

"..."

Lin Chen rode his electric bike and quickly crossed the main street, entering the urban village.

Along the way, he could feel the security guard behind him trembling more and more violently, as if he might faint at any moment.

"Just bear with it, there are a lot of people here," Lin Chen said, a little flustered. "Don't get in my car, I still have to drive to pick up a fare later!"

"You... hurry up..." The security guard was almost too weak to speak.

This laxative is really potent... Lin Chen thought to himself, then turned the car around and drove into a small alley with the security guards.

"Let's do it here! There's no one here!" Lin Chen slammed on the brakes.

"Okay, okay, thanks a lot, bro!"

The security guards got out of the car and fled into the alley.

Lin Chen heard a few barks from dogs and the reprimands from security guards, then everything was swallowed up by the rain.

"..."

Ten minutes later, the security guard walked out of the alley with a comfortable expression, letting out a long breath as if he had been reborn.

"ah..."

Before he could even give his remarks, he was struck on the back of the head and fell to the ground.

"..."

Lin Chen quickly dragged the security guard into the alley, found an inconspicuous bush, tied him up, and hid him inside.

He had scouted the area a few days ago and used "Mirage City" to roughly confirm that there was basically no foot traffic in this alley, with only a few laborers going home around 8-10 pm every night.

By then, Lin Chen should have finished.

Lin Chen took the security guard's phone from him, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then started searching through it.

He quickly found the outsourcing group for the commendation ceremony—his brow furrowed when he saw the word "outsourcing".

Why do you outsource everything...?

Lin Chen muttered to himself, scrolling through the group chat, and soon saw the security operation schedule posted by the staff:

At 15:00, wiring was laid around the square.

At 15:30, the conference began, and the blockade was maintained.

At 15:45, he will go offstage to interact with the audience. Note: Remember to give him your seat; he has a bad temper.

At 15:55, while reporters are conducting interviews, a documentary about Qingtian will be played on the background screen. Please maintain the cordon and do not let excited fans cross the line.

At 16:15, the work was finished, and we collected our wages from the foreman.

Well...it went fairly smoothly, and I roughly understand the whole process.

Lin Chen was also thinking that if the security guard didn't have any useful information, he would have to tie up another one.

If that doesn't work, we'll have to improvise on the spot.

However, he now has solid information: there will be an audience interaction session at around 15:45.

Starting from the East District... give him his seat...

This means that Optimus Prime will be close to the audience at that time, and security will temporarily leave.

That would be a fantastic opportunity.

According to the instruction manual that came with the revolver shotgun, Optimus Prime needs a suppressor to maintain muscle shape. Once the suppressor fails, he will lose control and seek out a heat source.

If Lin Chen could get close to Qingtian at that moment and hit his suppressor with a single-pronged armor-piercing bullet, he could make him lose control.

Of course, this wouldn't kill him, and the out-of-control Optimus Prime could very likely harm the people at the scene...

Lin Chen took out his phone and glanced at the preparation list on it.

"Just one last step," he said softly.

......

The shallow beach under the Iron Horn Bridge.

After parking the electric car, Lin Chen walked to the shallows and looked up.

The shadow of the Iron Horn Bridge almost completely covered the shallows, and the skeleton of this behemoth trembled in the drizzle, while the steel cables still swayed in the wind, striking the bridge structure.

He lowered his head and looked around at the shallows.

Scattered groups of people were on the shallow beach. Some stared blankly at the sea, while others squatted by a fire, throwing paper money into it.

Three days before the commendation ceremony, the victims of the bridge spontaneously organized a memorial service.

During these three days, Christians prayed to the sea, hoping the deceased could go to heaven; Buddhists recited scriptures, hoping the deceased could be reborn in paradise; and Hindus burned the clothes and belongings of the deceased into ashes and scattered them into the sea, hoping they would return to their origin.

Meanwhile, those Easterners who do not believe in God but yearn for the deceased to enjoy happiness in another world burn paper money and murmur all the unspoken words they hope to convey.

On the beach, Lin Chen saw his father and mother, his son and daughter, and his wife and husband.

They had different beliefs, yet they gathered in the same place, whispering to the sea.

"..."

After walking around the beach a few times, Lin Chen roughly identified an open area, then turned around and returned to his electric scooter.

Before coming here, Lin Chen had tied a pile of firewood that he had prepared nearby to the back of his electric scooter.

He drove his electric car to the shallows, then unloaded the pile of firewood and began to build a campfire.

The Skybreakers instinctively chase heat sources, and this place is very close to Iron Point Plaza.

If he loses control, Lin Chen needs a relatively open and quiet place to deal with him.

And this beach, which witnessed his crimes, was the perfect location.

"call..."

Lin Chen piled bundle after bundle of firewood together, and in the drizzle, he heard a sobbing sound in the wind:

"Dad...Mom..."

It was a little girl crying, the wind howling past, making her voice indistinct.

......