A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 240 Arrogance
After being restrained, the two Vietnamese men, who had been pulled from the boat, began loudly proclaiming their innocence in Chinese:

"Grandpa, really? It's just selling braised pork trotters rice, is it really necessary to make such a big fuss?!"

"Grandpa" is a slang term used in Guangxi province, usually referring to one's grandfather by a younger family member. Just as someone who has been to prison might use "government" to refer to an officer, smugglers might use "Grandpa" to address marine police officers as a sign of obedience and a plea for mercy.

"Tsk, their Chinese is even more standard than mine."

Lan Na Niu slapped the Vietnamese man on the head, making his neck twist, and shouted, "Pork leg rice? What kind of pork leg rice sells for two hundred thousand US dollars?"

He poured out the US dollars from the ship, piling them up in bundles until they formed a small mountain.

"Of course it's expensive! These are pigs from our fellow Vietnamese, and they're more expensive than those shameless foreign pigs—"

Lan Na Niu was too lazy to argue with him any longer. He waved his hand and ordered his men to unload all the black bags from the boat, while simultaneously calling over the photographer to take pictures and preserve the evidence.

He picked up a bag and weighed it in his hand for a moment. It was heavy. He looked at the three people on the ground as if they were dead.

"dismantle."

The police officers brought out scales, put on gloves, and began counting the pig's feet in batches. Suddenly, a surprised exclamation rang out: "Huh?! It really is pig's feet!"

"What pig's feet? Are you hungry? We'll cook instant noodles when we get back to the station. Everyone said they'd treat you to a big meal after we finish the case—"

Lan Na Niu was very anxious. If these bags were all filled with methamphetamine, it would be a major case that could definitely be featured on CCTV. As the organizer, wouldn't he be rewarded and promoted?

"No. This bag contains pig's feet—"

The policeman in charge of opening the bag picked up the pork knuckle, which was about to rot, and stared at Lan Na Niu.

Before long, the officers who had opened the other bags also happily received their pig's feet. Qin Wei, who had been pinned to the ground, shifted his neck and looked at Quinn, who was walking over without saying a word. He said slowly, "Smuggling some pig's feet, how long are you planning to sentence me? Two weeks?"

Lan Na Niu grunted and decisively ordered, "Go to the market and borrow a cleaver from the vendors. Cut all these pig's feet in. The goods are inside."

Quinn glanced at the black bag on the ground and the Vietnamese pig, shaking his head to tell them not to waste their time.

"It's not inside."

"How did you know?" Lan Na Niu asked, sounding a little anxious.

Quinn squatted down, picked up a pork bone, and snapped it in two with both hands. The hard pork bone was torn in two like tofu dregs, revealing the bloody and foul-smelling marrow. There were no small ice crystals at all.

Lan Na Niu was stunned. He didn't bother to ask why the man had used so much force, and instead ordered two policemen who were good swimmers: "Search the bottom of the boat, cut open the motor cover and the fuel tank—"

Although he was a very experienced policeman, Quinn already knew that it was a futile effort.

He stepped past the crowd and squatted down in front of Qin Weizheng.

"Officer, could you ask them to loosen their grip a bit? Buying some pig's feet shouldn't be such a big crime, right?"

Qin Wei said with a smile.

"Male turtle thing—"

Lan Na Niu raised his foot and kicked him. In those days, law enforcement in small places wasn't so civilized, let alone against a drug dealer who deserved to die a thousand deaths. In his rage, he used all his strength, but Qin Wei didn't utter a sound, feeling no pain or itch.

"Where did you hide the goods?! Confess honestly, and you might get a reduced sentence for turning yourself in—"

Qin Wei was laughing heartily.

Quinn stared at him.

Appearance, body shape, voice
Exactly.

His dark eyes suddenly sharpened, and a chilling killing intent flashed across them.

The blood-stained, winding weak points on Quinn's neck, heart, and head revealed that an ordinary person's body was far too weak for Quinn to inflict fatal wounds no matter how he attacked.

However, Qin Weizheng's lungs shone brightly in Quinn's eyes, as if this location was more fatal to him than his heart.

Quinn seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly lowered his head to sniff the suspect on the ground.

Gradually, Qin Wei stopped sneering and instead stared at Quinn without any emotion.

"The person who changes when they enter the alley?" Quinn asked.

"I am Qin Weizheng, officer. What are you saying?"

Qin Weizheng's words were not an explanation, but a provocation.

“You don’t have that opium stench on you.”

"Oh dear, that was an oversight."

He readily admitted it.

Quinn looked up at the moon, half of its outline obscured by clouds, lost in thought for a long time before finally looking at "Qin Weizheng" again.

"I've been thinking all day."

“If your ‘ritual’ is only to help him traffic drugs, there are countless ways to bypass me. For example, to bring the deal forward, to send someone to do the deal in his place, or to have the Vietnamese come over early. By enticing him to cooperate, you could have made it foolproof.”

Quinn tilted his head and asked, "So, why are you still trying to negotiate with me?"

The deep, hoarse electronic voice of Mr. Q actually came from Qin Weizheng's mouth—

“You rejected our overtures, Mr. Quinn. Now that the ceremony has succeeded, you should be thinking about how to save your own life.” “Successful?” Quinn grinned. “I don’t think so.”

Qin Weizheng remained silent.

"You went to great lengths to create a fake to stall me for time, but it actually made me realize something."

"Your so-called ceremony is not to ensure the success of drug trafficking. Rather, it is to alter the outcome of the 'Qin Weizheng's arrest' incident."

"And the participants, the time, and the place of this matter must all remain exactly as they were. The transaction must take place at this exact time tonight, Qin Weizheng must personally pick up the goods, and the police must arrest him at this exact time."

Quinn stood up and looked out over the city’s long coastline.

"He's probably still trading pairs at some port in the Beibu Gulf right now, isn't he?"

The policeman who was holding Qin Weizheng down suddenly exclaimed.

The silver handcuffs were violently broken, and Qin Weizheng stood upside down in a posture that defied common sense. His back was bent at a 90-degree angle, and his legs were pushed up as if by a mechanism. The policeman was thrown away by an unreasonable force, and "Qin Weizheng" threw a punch at Quinn.

His movements were extremely fast, like a cannon blast.

Although Qin Weizheng tried to strike first, he was faster than Quinn. Before the police officers present could even react, Quinn had already blocked the punch with his palm, and a muffled thud echoed in the night.

Quinn, who caught the punch without even swaying, still looked at the fist he had caught with slight surprise.

The web of my hand, where I caught the fist, was a little sore.

The opponent's strength was clearly beyond that of an ordinary person; if this punch had hit a concrete wall, it would have surely created a dent. But that's not the point. "Qin Weizheng's" fist was very hard—it didn't feel like bone beneath the skin, but rather like an iron hammer or some other hard object different from the human body.

If the police officers could still react and draw their guns when "Qin Weizheng" moved, they couldn't even see what happened when Quinn moved. They only heard a whooshing sound, and "Qin Weizheng's" fist was gripped tightly, his wrist pulled and seized, his arm clamped. Trapped and unable to move, "Qin Weizheng" could only watch helplessly as Quinn kicked him—

His vision blurred and his body flew backward, his arm was ripped off!

There was no blood, no screams of pain; the kick Quinn delivered felt less like a kick to a person and more like a kick to a steel plate.

A dazzling burst of electric sparks erupted from the severed arm. Quinn stared at the dense network of broken wires beneath the skin and the gleaming silver alloy skeleton. Even with his incredibly strong mental fortitude, he was still somewhat dumbfounded.

I've guessed it could be a disguise, some kind of containment object, or even a supernatural ability from the Abyss.
The only thing I never guessed was that it was a robot.

"Holy crap, the Terminator?"

The police officers standing by were stunned. When they saw the flash of light, they thought the suspect was resisting with his gun. Having been on the front lines of drug enforcement for a long time, they instinctively pulled the trigger. The gunshots were almost continuous, and a dense rain of bullets fell on "Qin Weizheng" with the crackling sound of steel clashing.

His "skin" was smashed, revealing pieces of metal structure. At first glance, it looked a lot like the AI ​​robots that would sweep the world in later generations, but its performance was obviously too strong to be scientifically accurate.

Even under such a dense hail of bullets, "Qin Weizheng" still charged towards Quinn. An ominous premonition flashed through Quinn's mind. He shouted "Danger—" and saw "Qin Weizheng" explode into a ball of sparks. The center of the explosion was the lithium battery in the core of the robot.

The explosion was incredibly powerful. Although Quinn managed to dodge it, two police officers along the way were still affected, one of whom was Xiao Liu.

The young man, who had only graduated from police academy a few years ago, was knocked to the ground by the explosion. He clutched his bloodied and mangled right leg and screamed in agony, knowing it was about to be severed.

The other person fared even worse; they were right in the center of the explosion, thrown into the air, and lay motionless on the ground.

Quinn was taken aback.

He didn't know much about the details of the 1999 Beibu Gulf arrest case, but he learned some things from chatting with Officer Liu. Although the operation was well prepared, someone's recklessness gave the Vietnamese on the boat an opportunity to shoot. The Vietnamese fired a round of gunfire, killing one and wounding another. Officer Liu was the wounded man, who was left with a leg disability for life.

Quinn stared into thought as he looked at the wounded on the ground and Xiao Liu, who was clutching his leg and groaning.

"What the hell is going on? Fuck!! Fuck—"

Lan Na Niu roared as he rushed to Xiao Liu's side to stop the bleeding, yelling, "Go check on San Zai! Call an ambulance!! Quick—"

Quinn flashed forward, and in the blink of an eye, the necks of the two equally bewildered Vietnamese men were snapped. Seeing the blood flowing from their nostrils and mouths, Quinn felt slightly relieved; they weren't robots.

“Damn it, in the era I traveled to, robots could only run a marathon at most. This is like technology from a movie,” Quinn muttered.

No matter how high-tech it is, it must still follow basic mechanics and materials science. With Qin Weizheng's thin arms and legs, Quinn couldn't imagine what kind of structure and materials could unleash such power—nearly a thousand pounds of force, comparable to a Sequence Nine combat-class superhuman.

It can even withstand a hail of bullets, is highly impact-resistant, extremely hard, and looks very light. This has nothing to do with science anymore; it's like an arcane creation from Grindelwald's research department.

The little parrot peeked out from behind and said solemnly, "It's [Arrogance]."

"My dad once said that the worst fate in the abyss is [Pride], because it's almost impossible to use your abilities in the real world."

Quinn quickly asked, "What is the power of [Arrogance]?"

“I don’t know.” Amamiya Nene shook her head. “Even the academy doesn’t have any records of the [Arrogance] destiny. It’s the only Abyss transcendent destiny unknown to humans because [Arrogance] transcendents have almost never appeared in history.”

"But my dad mentioned it—"

Amamiya Nene fell silent. She had only just remembered it herself, and all her memories of her father were very vague.

"He said, 'What is arrogance? Iron Man, I don't understand. He always uses abstract language. I also don't know what you mean by 'robot,' but this one is all steel. It's very similar, isn't it?'"

Quinn looked at the blackened traces of the explosion on the ground and asked thoughtfully, "What else did your dad say?"

"I don't remember. But the ninth sequence of [Pride]...I think it's called..."

"【genius】."

(End of this chapter)