Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Lin Chuan headed straight for the bounty list on the BM website.

Without the need to scroll down, his was the first name on the list.

However, the bounty was not an exaggerated hundred billion US dollars, but only ten million, equivalent to over seventy million RMB.

Lin Chuan released the mouse, leaned back, and with hands clasped behind his head, took an interested look at his bounty.

[Target: Lin Chuan.]

[Bounty: Ten million US dollars.]

[Payment method: Virtual Coin.]

[Mission requirement: Do not kill him, he must be captured alive.]

Typically, once someone accepts the job, the bounty would be hidden.

If the mission fails, the hiding is canceled.

Currently, since this bounty had just been posted not long ago and not many bounty hunters had taken the job, Lin Chuan could still see it.

It's also possible that the employer thought not enough people had accepted the job yet.

"Who wants to capture me alive?" Lin Chuan muttered to himself, pondering.

A bounty of ten million US dollars was nothing to sneeze at.

For most bounty hunters and assassins, completing this job would mean they could retire from the Martial World.

This amount, no matter which country you're in, would allow you to live a comfortable life.

Moreover, payment in Virtual Coin could avoid a lot of trouble and be less noticeable.

"Idol, did you see it?"

At this moment, Angelina, seeing that Lin Chuan had not yet replied, sent him a message asking.

Lin Chuan moved his mouse, took a screenshot of the page, and replied, "No hundred billion dollars, if it were a hundred billion I might have taken this job myself."

Who could refuse the chance to become the wealthiest man instantly?

On the other side of the internet.

Angelina smiled faintly after seeing the screenshot, "Ten million dollars is not a small sum either, quite a few professional assassins will have their eyes on you now."

"The employer wants me alive, no need to worry too much," Lin Chuan said nonchalantly.

Indeed.

As far as he was concerned, as long as he wasn't bombarded with direct missile strikes or caught in multi-directional sniping, he was confident, in front of these professional assassins, escaping and counter-killing was not out of the question.

One big illusion in life: I can counter-kill.

But for Lin Chuan, it wasn't an illusion but an assessment based on his own capabilities.

What is a hexagonal warrior?

Lin Chuan was one.

Plus, the fact that the other party wanted him alive was even more of an advantage for Lin Chuan.

"They want you alive; you need to be even more careful. The employer probably wants to dissect you for research," Angelina teased with a laugh.

"I'd rather dissect the employer myself," Lin Chuan replied.

"The employer must be wealthy and determined to get you," Angelina speculated.

Lin Chuan smiled, "I'm quite interested in him, too. I'll think about how to find out his identity."

"Do you need help?"

"No need, finding people is too easy."

"Then be careful, don't get into any trouble. If something happens to you, I'll have no more novels to read."

Angelina nestled in a beanbag chair, holding her phone, and let out a light chuckle.

North Bear, outside it was already a world of ice and snow.

Nevertheless, Angelina's room was warm from the heating. Her black down jacket hung near the entrance, along with a pair of high-topped black leather boots.

Suddenly.

Angelina's phone vibrated slightly, a new message.

She opened the text, frowned, and muttered, "A mission at this time?"

Yet, she still rose from the beanbag, got dressed, and walked to the entrance. She put on her black down jacket and high-topped black leather boots, then stepped out into the snow.

Angelina's complexion was a cold white, with a hint of rosiness, her features delicate, and her figure tall and enticing, walking in the ice and snow of North Bear, she was like an elf fallen to the mortal world.

The elf headed for a quiet and dim corner.

It was a path unknown to anyone.

On Lin Chuan's side.

After ending the chat with Angelina, he began to investigate the identity of the bounty's employer.

When someone offered ten million US dollars to capture him alive, he had to know who it was, right?

To repay debts of gratitude and revenge alike.

This was Lin Chuan's principle.

Lin Chuan rubbed the stubble on his jaw, the subtle and rough sandpaper sensation intertwining with the touch of his fingertips.

The first suspect, naturally, was the Morgan Group.

They were sworn enemies.

However, upon further thought, Lin Chuan figured the Morgan Group probably wouldn't do such a thing. They had 'controlled' Hao and Hou, two special agents, and only needed to follow the route Lin Chuan had set up for them to walk into their trap. No, to achieve their goal.

A ten million dollar bounty undoubtedly made the waters murkier.

The Morgan Group might not benefit from this.

"If it's not the Morgan Group, then who is it?"

Lin Chuan pondered.

"Captured alive," was a keyword.

There must be something they wanted from him.

For instance, technology.

Technology encompasses a lot, including theft, Cheating Techniques, Assassin, Hacker, fraud, Antique Forgery, Tomb Robbing, Addictive drugs, Military weapons, and agents, and so on.

Among them, technology related to Hacker, Antique Forgery, Tomb Robbing, Addictive drugs, and Military weapons were the most valuable. If they were to be converted, they would be worth at least a hundred billion.

Especially patents for Military weapons made up a significant portion.

What aspect was the bounty's employer interested in?

"Now, with the National Weapons Research Institute standing behind me, and the Chief Designer of the PHL-191 Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher exposed, the probability of it being related to Military weapons is the highest."

As Lin Chuan speculated, his hand was already on the keyboard.

The power behind the BM website was very complex; Lin Chuan didn't want to hack into this website.