A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 243 Confrontation
Police jeeps roared through the streets.

A gust of wind swept past the man's dancing figure. He moved with ease on the jeep traveling at nearly 100 kilometers per hour, spinning, leaping, and swinging his arms freely. He seemed to be standing on a stage, with a symphony orchestra hidden in the darkness, pushing the atmosphere to a climax!

The police officers driving the car, the police officers escorting the suspect, the police officers loading their guns—they were like bulls in heat, full of inexhaustible energy, panting heavily, their eyes fixed only on the dancing figures.

The cross-sea bridge is just ahead.

Suddenly, Lan Na Niu's dance movements changed, becoming passionate and angry, like a general waving a flag. Under his command, pistols were thrust out of the car windows and began firing at the long coastline and road construction site on the left side of the bridge.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
Gunfire erupted in rapid succession, like popping beans, and bullets fell into the darkness like raindrops on the sea, without making a ripple.

A round of ammunition was quickly used up, and the lead vehicle transporting the suspects was about to cross the bridge. Lan Na Niu paused his dance briefly, looking towards the coastline. His view was mostly blocked by the blue fences of the construction site. Road construction was underway on both sides of the bridge, and the construction sites and haphazardly parked construction vehicles completely blocked the roads. No matter how hard one tried, crossing this area would be impossible.
The high-pitched roar of the engine suddenly erupted, like a bear howling and running wildly in the dark night, shaking the earth!
Two enormous headlights billowed a white curtain of light, tearing apart and crushing the construction site fence like foam boards. An industrial behemoth charged out with terrifying force; a police jeep looked like a child next to its tires. Its steel wheels crushed everything in their path as it pushed forward—

"Eat my steamroller's teeth!!!" Quinn laughed maniacally, flooring the accelerator and charging towards the bridge intersection. "Life, can't you just leave me alone this once?"
Lan Na Niu's expression remained unchanged. His dance transitioned from movement to stillness, transforming from a fiery and unrestrained samba to a gentle and graceful Republican-era water sleeve dance. However, what remained unchanged was the captivating charm of his dance. The screeching of brakes echoed repeatedly as the road roller loomed in front of them. But the convoy was traveling too fast, so they could only brake while simultaneously turning the steering wheel all the way to the floor.

The consequence of this was that although the vehicle managed to stop successfully and avoid becoming a flat, crushed disc, the convoy was rear-ended one after another, coming to a stop only by wobbling and twisting like a horrific car accident scene, with the piercing sound of yellow lights and horns completely disrupting the night.

Even with the car's sudden turn, a scene straight out of a speed and passion film, Lan Na Niu remained unmoved on the roof. He slowly lowered his hands, the dance temporarily coming to an end, but judging from the anxious yet bewildered expressions on the faces of the police officers who got out of the car with guns raised, they were still in a state of being bewitched.

Quinn, whose breathing was also slightly rapid, leaned out of the cab of the road roller and said admiringly, "Oh, it's Officer Lan. I thought it was a speed bump."

He spoke Tamilian.

Lanna Niu also asked in Temurian, "Grindelwald's teacher?"

The tone was not warm, even somewhat cold.

It was as if the friendship they had built up over the past few days of drinking and chatting had been severed.

"What a clever disguise," Quinn exclaimed.

This guy is putting on such a convincing act. Although Quinn was wary of all the humans in the Abyss from beginning to end, he wasn't particularly suspicious of Lana Niu.

Accent, dialect, quirks, familiarity with local customs, detective skills befitting his identity, and even some small details that Quinn carefully observed—none of these revealed any trace of the Temuran.

When Lana Niu lights a cigarette, he holds the cigarette in one hand and uses a lighter in the other. However, the people of Temuran do not have the habit of holding a cigarette in their mouths. In this other world, lighters are exquisite handicrafts that only nobles and the wealthy can afford. Most people still use matches. When lighting a cigarette, one needs to hold the cigarette in their mouth and use their free hand to strike the flame. The resulting cigarette culture has subtle differences in the actions compared to Earth. Last night, the policeman caught Quinn's attention by lighting his cigarette while holding it in his mouth.

Thinking of this, Quinn narrowed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly realized.

"Amazing man, how many nights have you been pulling all-nighters?"

The Sequence 8 Abyss Transcendent managed to escape the Abyss by falling into a coma. The police officer who subsequently awoke was a complete local again, with no recollection of being possessed and 'played'. Mr. Q had said that as long as he remained conscious in reality and didn't sleep, he wouldn't return to the Abyss.

Conversely, if we keep staying awake, the 'role' the Abyss needs to play will remain unchanged. In other words, this is how Earthlings operate; as long as Temuran's soul doesn't interfere, no one can see any flaws.

'Lan Na Niu' said calmly, 'If you hadn't suddenly appeared, I wouldn't have needed to participate in an ordinary ceremony.'

A common ritual?
Quinn glanced at the jeep equipped with police lights. Qin Wei was sitting in the back seat, his hands handcuffed to the back of the seat, his face full of terror, looking exactly like an ordinary person caught up in a supernatural event.

He didn't seem to be charmed.

“Ms. B?” Quinn looked at his short, stocky figure and thought that this kind of effeminate man could probably only be created by Du Cheng, the black bear loli type.

"A code name is just a designation. But you can call me that."

Lan Na Niu said bluntly, "You can't beat me here. Move aside, and you can go back on your own after you surface. This bridge is the way out. I swear in the name of the Goddess of Lust."

"Oh, a goddess of lust? Like Ms. Cang?"

Quinn retreated into the cockpit, turned the roller around, and aimed the massive millstone at the group.

"There shouldn't be many Abyss Transcendent beings at this depth, otherwise they would have ganged up on me long ago. I just killed two and one escaped, so is there any point in continuing this ritual?"

Lan Na Niu raised an eyebrow.

"This ceremony"

He paused halfway through his sentence, then changed his words, saying, "This has nothing to do with you."

Through the cockpit glass, Quinn could see the outline of the detective captain's ear in the darkness, and it seemed he was wearing something behind it—bone conduction headphones.

He took one last look at his father in the car.

He then grinned maliciously, "It's not unrelated to me—"

With the accelerator floored, the road roller's chimney spewed out plumes of black smoke as it rolled in with tremendous force!

Gunshots rang out, but what effect could bullets fired from police pistols have on such a massive machine that could flatten even rocks?
Seeing that the road roller showed no sign of stopping, Lan Na Niu adjusted his headset, pressed the call button, and said calmly, "Mr. Q, thank you for your trouble."

(End of this chapter)