A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 120 I am not the god of medicine

Lin blinked when she heard "Quinn."

A first-year student could actually stay awake in the Abyss Falling Layer?

She was too lazy to think too much. It would be a good thing to have more helpers who could take action, so she pulled Quinn and prepared to take him to rescue the last student.

But at this moment, Adolf's surprised voice came: "Why did your hair become so long?"

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Quinn remained silent.

"Who is this girl?" Adolf's voice gradually became low: "Mi Yutong?"

Celia was stunned. She couldn't remember when she had seen this fierce police officer.

"Hello, police officer." She greeted him quickly.

".Quinn, what do you mean by bringing her here?"

Adolf walked down quickly, and even though his left foot was inconvenient, he forced his way in front of Quinn.

"What happened? Answer me."

There was anger in his voice, questioning, and scrutiny.

"Who is this uncle?" Celia quietly asked Megan beside her, "Isn't your father a police officer at this police station?"

The social skills of the two are very different. Celia sounds very familiar and friendly as soon as she opens her mouth, making people feel that there is no sense of distance between them.

"He seems to be the leader of the district's anti-drug brigade." Megan actually knew him. "Many years ago, a drug lord injured his leg. He was in the newspaper."

Celia's eyes lit up immediately, and she felt that the fierce Adolf was no longer scary. He turned out to be a hero.

Quinn looked at Adolf's eyes full of questioning and confusion, and sighed secretly.

This is truly the worst-case scenario.

"Quinn, do you know this policeman?" Celia asked curiously.

In her impression, Quinn didn't know any police officers.

His social circle is very fixed: home, school, working in a club, or tutoring Mi Yutong.

When he occasionally goes out to play, he is always with Mi Yutong or his younger brother, and their social circles overlap a lot.

".You come with me."

After saying that, Adolf turned back with a gloomy face and prepared to take Quinn upstairs.

Suddenly, there was an ominous sound from the gun bag on the back of his waist.

Adolf turned his head almost subconsciously, but he didn't expect Quinn to move so quickly. Like a seasoned thief, he instantly unfastened the two layers of the gun bag's buckle, and a short, black 05-type police revolver was in his hand.

This year, Jianghai City was striving to become a global safe city. One thousand of its four thousand police officers were regularly patrolling with guns. This was the start of the night patrol. Seeing the stolen gun, Adolf was furious.

"Put the gun down!!"

Celia, who was standing by, also knew something was wrong and hurriedly advised, "Quinn, what are you doing? Return the gun—"

in the country, stealing a police officer’s gun is not something that can be resolved by detaining him for three to five days.

These days, once you’re involved with guns, no matter how powerful you are, you can’t protect yourself.

Adolf stretched out his hand to grab it, but Quinn pulled the hammer and fired a shot into the air, bang!!!

A hole was immediately punched in the ceiling, and the bullet, with its kinetic energy, bounced back and pierced through the desk nearby, sending dust whizzing down.

The next second, Megan, who was confused, was pulled into Quinn's arms, with a gun pointed at her head, and taken hostage.

Adolf, who had taken a step back at the sound of the gunshot, stared at him intently: "Do you know what you are doing?"

"You do whatever I say." Quinn chose the most efficient way to deal with it.

Daybreak will soon arrive, there's no need to play role-playing games with a few meaningless memories of the abyss.

"Go open the door of the interrogation room and let the people inside out."

"You're attacking police officers! You're stealing guns! You're taking hostages!!"

Adolf's fingers trembled as he spoke, "Quinn, why would you do such a thing? You're seventeen years old, you're old enough to be sentenced! Are you going to follow in your father's footsteps—"

boom! !

Another shot was fired, but this time it shot directly past Megan's forehead, breaking the hair tie she used to tie her ponytail, and her hair fell down.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill her. I still have two hostages." He glanced at Celia and Lin, "Go, open the door of the interrogation room."

Adolf gritted his teeth and limped forward.

Lin glanced at Quinn.

"He mistook you for someone else?" "I think so too."

The little girl didn't say anything else and followed Adolf holding her wand.

The door to the interrogation area was a three-centimeter-thick stainless steel door, and Quinn couldn't kick it open without the key. But then something strange happened: even though the entire police station had no electricity, Adolf pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and the door opened with a beep.

He blocked the doorway and said with a complicated expression, "Listen to Uncle Liu. Put down the gun now. It will be considered surrender."

"Step aside."

Megan, who was kidnapped by Quinn, was almost paralyzed by fear. From her perspective, she was just an ordinary high school student who committed suicide due to love and was rescued by a man who claimed to be sent by her boyfriend. Then he ran all the way to the police station, stole the police's gun and kidnapped her. It looked like he was going to break into the prison.

Megan wanted to close her eyes and feel like she was dreaming.

Celia's perspective was even more confused than hers.

Now it seems that the most reasonable explanation for all of Quinn's behavior is that he has a mental illness, and a serious one at that.

I felt relieved for some unknown reason. It seems that mental illness can be absolved.
Quinn kidnapped Megan and half-pushed and half-dragged her in. Adolf hurriedly stopped Celia and Lin who wanted to follow to prevent them from being taken hostage by Quinn.

Such a ridiculous scene.

In the dusty police station building, three people with foreign appearances are playing the roles of police officers and students, fighting a battle of wits and courage with a robber who seems to be a madman.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and repeatedly called for support into the empty channel. Meanwhile, a little girl who looked like she'd walked out of a Harry Potter set stood beneath a backdrop that read "Serve the People," clutching a large branch. She was as quiet as an incredibly beautiful sculpture.
Quinn didn't even have to look hard to hear a faint voice coming from the end of the extremely quiet corridor.

It was an interrogation room.

After the door opened, Seven, with his curly hair parted in a 3:7 pattern, sat on the interrogation chair with his hands cuffed. He argued to the one-way mirror with nothing behind it: "Sir, this is human nature, do you understand? Black people like black, white people like white, and yellow people like yellow. This is normal-"

"That's not fake medicine I'm selling, it's magic oil!"

"They're only forty years old and just want a few more minutes. What's wrong with them?"

Quinn laughed angrily. What kind of interesting soul has been incarnated into a god like you?
Noticing the door was opened, Seven turned around and saw a young man with long hair, wearing a suit and trousers, holding a gun and holding a trembling high school girl hostage. His mind went blank for a second.

"Master, what do you do?"

"You are acquitted," Judge Quinn pronounced.

"Fuck, Master Qingtang!"

Quinn walked up to Seven and pulled at the handcuffs on his hands, but found that he couldn't move them away with brute force - these key police equipment were not so easily decayed by time. In order not to waste time, he fired two shots directly at the chains and broke the handcuffs.

At such a close distance, Seven was almost hit by a ricochet. He was frightened and pulled up and walked out.

Adolf suddenly appeared at the door and rushed towards Quinn without saying a word.

Quinn frowned. He had just thrown Megan at the door, but now he could take Seven as a hostage. However, after raising the gun, Adolf's speed did not slow down at all, and he crashed straight into Quinn.

Only then did he remember that if the third level of the abyss imitated Jianghai City, the patrol police's guns would never be fully loaded, and there were strict regulations on the amount of ammunition for each person.

He pulled the trigger and found that there were only four bullets in the revolver, and he had used them all.

Adolf "plays" the role of an experienced drug enforcement police officer. Even though he has a limp in one leg, his mentality and fighting skills are far beyond those of ordinary people.

But unfortunately, this body came from an arcanist, who was far inferior to Quinn.

Because his legs were not functioning properly and he couldn't use tripping techniques, he hooked his hands around Quinn's neck and tried to get around his back to subdue him.

But Adolf didn't expect Quinn to be so strong that he actually pulled his hand back, and with a tug, he actually knocked him down.

"Uncle Liu, I'm sorry, please cooperate."

Although he knew that the boy in the police uniform was not the policeman he knew, Quinn still whispered.

With his hands folded behind his back, Adolf, who was being held by him, had a trace of grief on his face. He said in great confusion: "You can't run away. There are police officers everywhere, Quinn. Are you crazy? What are you doing? How can you take revenge like this-"

His face slammed hard on the table, Adolf groaned in pain and swallowed the words back.

Quinn's tone was incredibly calm.

"I don't need revenge. There are no police out there."

Seven was stunned watching from the side. Damn, where did this tough guy come from? Is this the mouse catching the cat?
Immediately, he was startled by Quinn's cold stare.

"If you don't want to die, follow me."

All four students have been found, and there is still an hour left to go find Amamiya Nene.
As soon as he walked out the door, three red dots fell on Quinn's eyebrows.

His eyes narrowed.

In the police station lobby, a policeman was holding a riot shield and three policemen were aiming guns at him.

Adolf smiled dejectedly: "See? You can't get away with causing trouble in the police station."

The policeman holding the riot shield smiled strangely.

"I didn't believe it when I received the email. I never thought the academy would actually let four kids who couldn't resist [acting] escape to the Falling Floor. What a find."

(End of this chapter)