The Most Random System

Chapter 1099: Chapter 492: The Nobel Prize Was Announced, But None of This Book’s Readers Won—I’m Very Disappointed (2)

Yan Aosong, Yangliang: "Snake venom is all protein, and protein loses activity at high temperatures. You can put yourself in a pressure cooker and boil for an hour, and the snake venom will surely lose its activity, unable to harm you."

Lin Li: "(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!"

f*ck, my two uncles could both win a Nobel Prize!

By the way, if the Demon Suppression Envoy wins a Nobel Prize, can it add to the college credits? If not, then forget it.

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The distance between the parking spot and the destination wasn’t too far. After deliberately avoiding too much communication with Lin Li for a few minutes, they instinctively slowed their pace and raised their chin:

"Is it that building?"

"Yes, it is, and it matches the picture sent by the undercover."

Following Lin Li’s direction, Yangliang and Yan Aosong’s gaze locked onto a seemingly inconspicuous village residence not far away.

The night provided it with a layer of cover; on the surface, it looked no different from the surrounding farmhouses — doors and windows were shut tight, curtains were drawn tightly, with only a dim incandescent lamp on the porch offering scant illumination.

To be honest, if it weren’t for Lin Li’s precise intelligence, it would have been hard to distinguish it from the background and notice what was different about it.

A glance exchanged between them, the three maintained a distance, using the shadows of the trees at the corner of the building as concealment to slowly approach.

As they instinctively began to carefully observe and discern, they detected the ’unusual’ contained within this seemingly ordinary building.

For instance, from a scent perspective, besides the smell of soil, hay, and faint livestock barn odor, a prominent chemical raw material scent obstinately pierced the nostrils.

Moreover, behind or beside the house, there seemed to be a constant low-frequency humming—a sound not typical of farm machinery, extremely regularly interspersed with brief, crisp "click, click, click" sounds, at a tempo of about a hundred per minute or so.

Yangliang’s gaze captured toward the building’s shaded side near the ground, where a discreetly simple exhaust pipe was very slowly and almost imperceptibly emitting a thin vapor that looked out of place in the not particularly cold air.

Great, there’s something wrong; that means there’s no problem.

All these anomalies confirmed that the three hadn’t found the wrong place and that the undercover’s intelligence was correct.

"I’ve already called for reinforcements."

Having identified the target, Yangliang operated his phone for a moment before looking up and speaking.

The two nodded.

It was indeed inappropriate for just three people to go in and arrest in an unknown situation regarding how many there were inside the building.

Then followed a brief wait.

Lin Li considered more comprehensively in his heart regarding the completion of the mission.

Because it had already been arranged in advance, the ’reinforcements’ arrived in about ten minutes.

This time, they arrived in police cars or official vehicles from the tobacco department, but did not use sirens.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the additional Demon Suppression Envoys who arrived immediately and cooperatively occupied the front and back doors of the building and potential escape routes, because a perimeter and assault plan had already been planned in advance.

"Action!"

Yangliang’s order was not loud yet highly penetrating.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"For Demacia!! For the tribe!"

"Yes!"

Amidst some strange element, Lin Li’s head suffered a heavy blow from a fist, becoming the first honorable injured protagonist in this operation.

Wondering if he could thus apply for a first-class merit.

Wu Min would likely be very happy to see a "Home of First-Class Merit" plaque when returning home.

And now, it’s imagination time——

"Bang!"

The front door was violently kicked open by a burly Demon Suppression Envoy; inside, the pungent smell of chemical raw materials mixed with the strong tobacco scent instantly gushed out——

"Don’t move! Police!"

"Hands on your head, squat down!"

Under the dim light, several crude cigarette rolling and packaging machines were seen running, with loose tobacco, filter rods, counterfeit cigarette boxes along with completed and packaged counterfeit cigarettes piling the ground and tabletops.

Five or six men in work clothes stained with grease hurried in panic, some trying to shut down the machines, some trying to hide things, but most were so frightened they were frozen in place, faces pale, instinctively clutching their heads and squatting as instructed.

In real life, the so-called fierce bandits who dared to face off against the Demon Suppression Envoys are quite rare, especially for this kind of ’small’ case.

Lin Li also went inside, with a clear aim at those piles of finished counterfeit cigarettes, helping maintain order while assisting in securing evidence.

The system must account for some merit for him this way.

The scene was chaotic, the machine’s whirring hadn’t completely stopped, the Demon Suppression Envoys’ shouts, the workers’ pleas or explanations mixed together.

"Hmm?"

Lin Li’s peripheral vision captured a figure.

In the shadows near the rear corner window, a small figure originally squatting was taking advantage of the Demon Suppression Envoys focusing their energies on subduing a man arguing and everyone’s attention pointing at the front door and the machines, with hands and feet scuttling toward the small door.

Extremely quick in action, very stealthy, almost pressed to the ground.

This small door indeed wasn’t within the Demon Suppression Envoys’ expectations; if he truly got out, likely he could run.

He wasn’t only noticed by Lin Li.

Yangliang, watching over the whole scene, also spotted this person, frowning slightly, stepping forward while preparing to shout.

"Uncle," Lin Li stopped him, using a low, breathy tone: "Let him go."

Yangliang, hearing these words, comprehended swiftly,

not only didn’t speak further but cooperated distinctly, silently turning his body towards another direction, his broad back just perfectly blocking part of the view towards that corner, as though he was observing another pile of evidence.