30: Chapter 30 Interrupting my husband's orange eating? You're asking for trouble!

Jiang Chen thought the voltage was unstable and didn't pay it any mind, continuing to lower his head and peel the orange in his hand.

But what he didn't see was...

On the wall behind him, the previously smooth shadow suddenly twisted eerily.

It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

The shadow slowly bulged, detached from the wall, and gradually condensed into a human silhouette.

There was no sound.

No breathing.

Not even the flow of air was disturbed.

This was the terrifying thing about "Ghost." He had completely quantized his body, passed through the half-meter-thick lead plate, bypassed all the infrared alarms, and stood behind Jiang Chen.

Ghost looked at the defenseless young man, who was grinning foolishly at his phone, a flash of contempt in his eyes.

Was this the super genius who terrified the CIA?

Was this the target worth two billion dollars?

Too weak.

He was practically a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ghost slowly raised his right hand.

He wasn't holding any high-tech weapon, only a seemingly ordinary, pitch-black dagger.

This dagger was coated with a neurotoxin extracted from the depths of the Amazon rainforest.

As long as it broke the skin, even a wound the size of a needle tip, it could make an elephant's heart stop within three seconds.

Furthermore, the cause of death would be ruled a myocardial infarction, with no toxicological reactions detectable.

This was the perfect assassination.

Ghost held his breath and approached step by step.

Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

He could even smell the fresh scent of the orange in Jiang Chen's hand.

"Goodbye, genius."

Ghost silently recited in his heart, and the dagger in his hand, like a viper flicking its tongue, stabbed silently toward the back of Jiang Chen's neck.

This strike was a guaranteed kill.

However.

Just as the dagger was only 0.01 centimeters away from Jiang Chen's skin, Jiang Chen, who had been looking down at his phone, suddenly felt the light from the phone screen brighten.

"Husband."

Ji Linglong's voice suddenly changed.

It was no longer the soft, coquettish tone from before, but a coldness that Jiang Chen had never heard, as if it came from the abyss of the Nine Underworlds.

"Don't move."

Jiang Chen was stunned. Subconsciously, he wanted to turn his head: "What's wrong?"

"I said don't move!"

Ji Linglong snapped.

On the screen, Ji Linglong, who had been embroidering, suddenly raised her head.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes had now turned into eerie vertical pupils! Deep within the pupils, golden flames were burning wildly.

She stared fixedly at the empty space behind Jiang Chen, as if, across the screen and across endless time and space, she could see the invisible grim reaper.

"Where did this ant come from..."

Ji Linglong slowly stood up, the thick golden embroidery needle held between her fingertips.

"How dare you disturb my husband while he's eating an orange?"

Behind Jiang Chen, Ghost, who was just about to stab, suddenly felt his whole body stiffen.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from thin air.

It wasn't killing intent.

It was a gaze.

He discovered in horror that the woman on the phone screen was looking at him!

Through the screen!

Looking at him while he was invisible!

"This is impossible!" Ghost screamed in his heart. "I'm invisible! Even thermal imaging can't see me! How could she possibly see me!"

But he couldn't move.

That gaze was like two nails, pinning him firmly in place.

"Since you've come, don't leave."

Ji Linglong sneered.

She didn't use a Flying Sword, nor did she use any earth-shattering magic.

She simply raised her hand, facing the screen, facing the blurry shadow that had revealed itself behind Jiang Chen, and flicked her finger lightly.

"Pop."

It was as if she were flicking away a speck of dust.

"Hum—!!!"

The phone in Jiang Chen's hand suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light.

The golden light didn't scatter; instead, it condensed into a thread-thin sword qi that instantly pierced through the screen, piercing through the boundary between reality and illusion.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

Jiang Chen only felt a breeze brush past his ear.

Immediately after.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill, extremely miserable scream exploded behind him.

Jiang Chen was so startled that the orange in his hand flew away; he jumped up from the sofa and looked back.

He saw that less than half a meter behind him, a semi-transparent figure wearing a black bodysuit was struggling frantically.

On that person's chest, there was an extra red dot the size of a needle eye.

Immediately after.

That red dot began to spread.

It wasn't bleeding, but... burning.

Golden flames gushed out from that needle eye, instantly engulfing Ghost's entire body.

That was the natal true fire of the Taichu Holy Land, the karmic fire that specifically burns the soul!

"No! What is this fire! It won't go out! Help! Help me!"

Ghost rolled on the ground, his screams not sounding human at all.

But eerily, the flames didn't burn the floor, nor did they ignite the sofa; they only burned that person.

In just three seconds.

The screaming came to an abrupt halt.

That "King of Assassins," who had rampaged through the Western underworld and never failed, just like that, in Jiang Chen's bedroom, turned into a pile of grayish-white powder.

Even the poisoned dagger was burned into molten iron.

In the air, there was only a faint smell of barbecue?

"Bang!"

The iron door was kicked open.

Lei Keming rushed in, gun in hand, followed by a team of heavily armed special forces soldiers.

"Jiang Chen! What happened! We just detected a high-energy reaction!"

Lei Keming rushed into the room, his gun barrel pointing everywhere, "Where's the assassin? Where is he?"

Jiang Chen stood on the sofa, pointing blankly at the small pile of white ash on the floor.

"Uh... I think... he's gone too."

"Gone?"

Lei Keming was stunned. He walked over to look at the pile of ash, then looked at the golden sparks still not fully dissipated in the air.

As someone who had dealt with the cultivation world for so long, he instantly understood something.

He turned his head sharply to look at the phone in Jiang Chen's hand.

On the screen, Ji Linglong had sat back down at the table.

The embroidery needle was still in her hand, the vertical pupils on her face had disappeared, and she had returned to her gentle and lovely appearance.

"Husband, did I scare you?"

Ji Linglong blew on her fingers, her tone as calm as if she had just casually swatted a mosquito, "A bug without eyes flew in just now. I saw it wanted to bite you, so I just helped you clean it up."

"A bug..."

Lei Keming squatted on the ground and pinched a bit of the ashes with his fingers.

Based on the residual energy fluctuations and the melted dagger, he could judge that this "bug" was definitely a top-tier expert in life. At least an S-rank superhuman.

For someone of this level, even a regiment of troops might not be able to stop him.

Yet, he was wiped out with a flick of a finger from across a screen?

"Gulp."

Lei Keming swallowed hard.

He suddenly realized that the so-called "Broken Wing" plan released by the CIA was simply a joke.

Assassinate Jiang Chen?

That would require asking this "husband-protecting maniac," who was far away in another world and possessed the ability to perform cross-dimensional precision strikes, whether she agreed.

"Um... Linglong."

Jiang Chen recovered from his shock, looking at the ash on the floor, feeling a bit sorry for the floor, "Next time... next time could you not burn things in the room? This carpet is quite expensive."

"Understood."

Ji Linglong nodded obediently, "Next time I'll be careful with my strength and just shake him into nothingness, leaving no ash."

Lei Keming: "..."

He stood up and waved his hand at the special forces soldiers behind him.

"Retreat."

"Director? No need to remain on alert?"

The captain asked, confused.

"Alert my ass."

Lei Keming holstered his gun and looked at the innocent-looking Jiang Chen, smiling bitterly.

"With this young lady here, let alone an assassin."

"Even if Death himself came, he'd have to hand over a cigarette first and ask if he could take anyone away."

"Jiang Chen, go to sleep! We still have to go cause trouble for the Eagle Sauce tomorrow!"

Jiang Chen said "Oh," and picked up the orange again.

"Wife, where did you embroider the duck... oh no, the mandarin duck to?"

"I've embroidered to the wings! Husband, let me tell you, this needle is a bit awkward to use; next time I'll try using a Flying Sword to embroider..."

Listening to the "everyday" conversation coming from the room.

Lei Keming walked out the door. Looking at the nervous guards in the corridor, he suddenly felt that this five-billion-dollar bounty was simply money paid to the King of Hell for safe passage.

This wasn't some college student in a relationship.

This was a walking, human cheat code.

And the kind that was invincible across the entire server.