A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 123 Branches
"This place is forbidden to do anything supernatural."

The sound was like an electronic assistant executing a command.

Quinn's head buzzed, and a strong sense of discomfort followed.

Not only did the arcane shield that Lin gave him disappear instantly.

His vision became blurry, his precise and sharp visual perception disappeared, and his body suddenly became sluggish, like a person who was used to soaking in a swimming pool suddenly getting out of the water and feeling extremely heavy.

Quinn narrowed his eyes.
No, why did the thief's extraordinary characteristics disappear?
Speed ​​and vision were both the thief's abilities, but they disappeared along with the arcane shield the moment the broadcast sounded.

The disappearance of extraordinary characteristics is like a piece of the soul suddenly being missing, becoming empty.

Whose voice is that on the radio?

But fortunately, the hero's [Useless Person] characteristic is still there, and the loss of the thief characteristic is not great. After all, the blessing of this Sequence Nine is only speed and vision, and the "reduced sense of presence" that is not currently used.

The last "police officer" was hiding in the office at the end of the second floor, looking at him sinisterly.

Was it his doing?
Quinn wasn't overly alarmed. After all, even though he'd lost one of his extraordinary traits, he was still an extraordinary being. Even if he was physically exhausted, he was still no match for an ordinary person.

It seems that their extraordinary power of using "law" cannot be used continuously. The binding force of "Public Servant" is far less strong than that of "Merchant" contract. Even if they are scolded for "imprisonment", they will not be imprisoned, but their actions will be hindered.
Quinn estimated that even if he was in a negative state, his physical strength would not be much different from his.

What's more, he still has one final trump card that he hasn't used.

The useless person characteristic is still there, and the immobilization technique of the right hand can still be used.

He should be a Sequence Nine, or perhaps a Sequence Eight, but he won't be much stronger than Borna. The time Borna was immobilized can be used as a reference. It was at least two to three seconds.

He had no gun and no way to retreat.

Should I give up the chase and leave, or go in and kill him?
Quinn's only worry was whether the strange broadcast would sound again.

But after the broadcast finished saying "Supernatural powers are prohibited here", there was no further movement.

Quinn hesitated for about three seconds, then decided to retreat.

Immobilization is a control magic and cannot kill the enemy directly.

The boss was right. The thief still lacked means of attack. If Mista was still there, he might have gone up and taken a gamble.

But just as Quinn was about to turn around and go downstairs, the police officer came out of the office.

His chest was heaving violently from the previous rapid run, his steps were weak, his hands were empty, but his expression was as gloomy as stagnant water.

Wow, he actually walked towards me on his own initiative. Instead of running away, he walked towards me?
"Asshole—" He gritted his teeth and held out his hand to Quinn.

Quinn retreated instantly, dodging behind a diagonal wall with a nimble roll. Though he'd lost his thief traits, his physical advantage remained. Quinn poked his head out to see what he was planning, but he didn't utter any words related to "crime" or "law." His hands remained empty as he walked straight ahead.

Quinn frowned. Are you trying to trick me?
But immediately, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

The police officer stood still with a grim smile, and then he clenched his outstretched hand, and the outline of a handle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Then comes the magazine, trigger, rifling, barrel, scope, and stock.
Accompanied by the sound of parts snapping together, in just one or two seconds, these parts appeared one after another and were assembled into a black HK416 rifle in the hands of the police officer.

Quinn's eyes widened. What kind of magic is this? Can someone with supernatural powers wield modern firearms?
A large "Q" was spray-painted on the gun. The officer raised his fully automatic rifle, aimed it at the direction Quinn was hiding, and opened fire.

Da da da da da!!!

The power difference between a rifle and a pistol was enormous. In just a few moments, Quinn felt like the wall he was leaning against was about to collapse. The old building, already in need of demolition and renovation, had become a dangerous building in this strange city. How could it withstand the onslaught of bullets?

But Quinn didn't dare to run at all. As long as he ran towards the stairs, his body would be exposed to the gunfire.

There is no need to aim with a fully automatic weapon. In such a small space, you just need to pull the trigger. Just like splashing water, if two bullets hit Quinn's body, he will be dead.

The wall in front of him was crumbling from the bullets. Quinn no longer hesitated and leaped out sideways like a rabbit, so that he could avoid the bullets as soon as possible. At the same time, the magic circuit in his hand flashed -

"Certainly!!!"

Quinn was gambling that the immobilization spell could still be used in the third level of the abyss.

He made the right bet.

The magic from the brave man instantly locked onto the police officer who fired the gun, and the gun was fixed in place. If one used the eyes of the devil to observe, the police officer holding the gun seemed to have a layer of golden body, which was slowly shining.

The weaker the mysterious nature and the lower the strength of the person, the longer they can be trapped.

Quinn originally guessed that he was Sequence Nine or Sequence Eight, but now he was unsure after seeing the gun that suddenly appeared.

He could only guess the worst, and like Vice President He Mo, he couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

After losing the thief's speed, it was definitely too late for Quinn to run up the stairs. He made up his mind and jumped out of the window that had lost its glass.

This is the second floor, about five meters high. He used his strong coordination and sense of balance to adjust his posture in the air, and when he landed, he rolled nimbly to relieve the force of falling towards the police reception hall.

There was a big pit in front of the police station. It would not be easy for him to jump into the pit. Fortunately, the useless man's amplification was comparable to that of a parkour player, which allowed Quinn to jump to the relatively intact platform in front of the door.

The police officer's hand was still on the trigger when he was immobilized, but no gunshot was heard from above, indicating that the immobilization effect was still there.

Quinn immediately prepared to escape and hid in the nearest alley along the road. The complex environment of the city was the best choice to avoid rifles.

But he saw the little Loli in the hall.

Quinn was so angry that he almost laughed. He fell asleep here, right?!
Lin lay there, motionless.

But his eyes were wide open, calmly looking at Quinn who suddenly jumped down, like a salted fish lying on the ground looking up at the stars.

"Something's wrong, get up quickly, retreat—"

Lin said softly, "Pizza, go."

"What the hell! Are you going to leave? If not, I won't care about you anymore."

The sign of mental exhaustion is coma, not physical exhaustion.

She was still conscious, which meant she was far from being unable to move.

Quinn turned around and ran, but after running a few steps, he saw the little loli was still lying there. He had to curse his bad luck and turn back to take her with him.

He also wanted to abandon Lin and let the Abyss Beyonder kidnap or kill her to be done with it.

This guy was one of the hero suspects, so it's a good thing she's dead.

But now the only one who can lead everyone out of the abyss is Lin. The China World Trade Center has collapsed like that. Where can Quinn find the "elevator" that Lin mentioned?

He helped Lin up from the ground, and the moment his hand touched her arm, he shivered from the cold.

So cold.

Quinn's eyes flashed with disbelief. What was going on? Even through his clothes, he felt cold. When he touched his neck, it felt like frost on ice.

".What's wrong with you?" Lin said softly, "I'm hungry."

Only then did Quinn notice that her eyes were frighteningly white. If the original white still showed a little bit of brilliance, now there was only a lifeless, pale white like marble.

There was no time to think. Quinn endured the stinging cold, pulled Lin onto his back, and prepared to run out.

But at this moment, the sound of gunfire that had been paused suddenly reached his ears, as if even the ceiling was shaking.

Outside the door, the three people behind the police car were completely dumbfounded.

"This, this is murder, murder, murder, murder?" Megan looked at the corpse in the hall, her voice vague, she was so scared that she couldn't walk.

"Is this the point?!"

Seven's eyes were fixed on Lin's staff.

"What the hell was that thing that just deflected the bullet? Special effects? It can't really be magic, right? That little girl is dressed like a magician. Holy shit, which Taoist friend came up with the combination of white stockings, JK, and a wizard hat? It's so cool—"

"Is this the point?!" Celia stamped her feet anxiously, "Go save them!"

"You mean?" Seven said with an awkward smile, showing a brave but unyielding attitude. He pointed at himself and asked, "You want me to help deal with those two magicians?"

"I said save my boyfriend!!"

".Then I won't do anything illegal." Seven said this even though his handcuffs were still on.

Seeing the "police officer" on the second floor holding a rifle and looking for people everywhere, the two people hiding in the lobby on the first floor didn't dare to move, for fear of leaving the building and exposing themselves to the shooting range, and afraid of making noise and attracting him down. Celia had no idea what to do, and the anxious girl's mind went blank.

"Wait. Car. Car!"

Celia's eyes were focused on the police car beside her. She pulled the door and found it was not locked.

The car was equipped with a heavy police laptop computer and a pager, and the key was inserted next to the steering wheel. It was obvious that they got out of the car in a hurry and rushed in without turning off the engine.

Celia sat right in the car, ready to drive it directly into the hall to rescue people.

"Fuck, are you crazy?!" Seven hurriedly pulled her back and pointed at the big pit in front of him and said, "It's such a big pit, can't you see it?"

After saying this, he was stunned.

A trace of confusion flashed in Celia's and his eyes at the same time. Yes, why is there such a big hole in front of the police station?
But soon, this confusion was covered by a strange cognition of "this is normal". Seven stopped her with a different reason: "This is a manual transmission car! How old are you and you can drive it? Do you know how to drive?"

This is a blue and white Santana. In five or six years, this old-fashioned police car with square edges will hardly be seen anymore.

"Step on the accelerator and rush forward?" Celia came up with an idea.

She drove a Rolls-Royce in her own yard, which was large enough for horses to run. All she had to do was step on the accelerator and the car would move. It was very simple.

As for what the clutch pedal is, it shouldn't be important, right?

"Where does this crappy car have the horsepower to rush over? And how is it going to get back after that?"

Seven was surprisingly kind and kept trying to dissuade them: "He's committing a crime! Can't you see what he's done? He's killing people! He's definitely going to be shot, so why are you still going?"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at Celia in disbelief.

"Wait, that guy can do magic, he's not a superhero or something, like Doctor Strange or something. You wouldn't be that standard superhero teammate, right?"

Celia didn't bother to pay attention to him. She just said to herself, "He wouldn't do this for no reason. There must be a reason." Then she stepped on the accelerator and prepared to charge for love, not caring about what would happen to her if she failed.

But because the gear was not engaged, the engine was idling and the car just made noises but did not move. Celia was so anxious that she banged on the steering wheel.

On the other side, after a rough search of the second floor and no one was found, the police officer looked gloomily towards the stairs.

Flash out, then suddenly disappear?
What sequence is this guy from?

With such strange abilities and an extraordinary physique, could he be a priest of the Holy Tree Cult?
But why are the priests of the Holy Tree Cult here? Shouldn't they be trapped in the Northern Continent?
As he walked down the stairs, he whispered, "He's a fugitive, wanted for arrest—"

Veins bulged on his temples and a ferocious look flashed across his face, as if continuously displaying the extraordinary abilities of the abyss was a huge burden on him, but soon, his gaze passed through the stairs, as if it had merged with the broken camera in the hall.

Here it is.
With a "click", the bolt was pulled, and the bullets seemed to be endless. In just a short while, a whole magazine was filled up, and the cost of consumption was only that the "Q" graffiti on the gun became a little lighter.

Thinking of what he was about to do, the gloominess on his face became even heavier.

The King of Britain issued a highly controversial decree, requiring all young men over the age of seventeen to proceed to the ruins of the old royal city and draw their swords. This wasn't just an administrative measure; the military was deployed like wild dogs, forcibly dragging away all the seventeen-year-olds from the towns and villages, regardless of whether they needed to farm the land.

Britain is a vast country, and a round trip to the farthest areas may take half a year. Naturally, many people are unwilling to try to draw their swords, but the court is as tough as it was in enforcing national taxes, and in a short period of time, it caused complaints from the people.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a prophecy about to come to pass, and the King of Britain had already given up on it.

Even if one was dissatisfied with him, it would be extremely unwise to jump out and sing a different tune at this time. His ability to hold onto the throne, aside from the political entanglements brought about by various exchanges of interests, was most importantly due to the inexplicable loyalty of nearly half of the British army to him. Short of sparking a full-scale civil war, any duke who dared to rebel would be suppressed.

In exchange for this gun, the price I paid might be the devastation of the Duke of Lawrence's people.
Just as the Merchants with the Greedy Fate need to "earn profits," their Gluttony Fate seeks to "swallow power," which is extremely disadvantageous to them.

What is the purpose of Mr. Q, the "genius" with the arrogant fate?

The police officers focused all their resentment on a man not far away, who was pulling a little girl who could not move and hiding under the front desk of the police reception hall.

A few of Grindelwald's students must stay behind, otherwise it will not be enough to make up for this loss.

But there is no need to keep this person alive.

He walked out of the corridor with a sneer, and the hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The muzzle of the gun was raised, and the camera hanging in the corner of the ceiling showed that the table in front of the two men was useless.

Suddenly, the humming sound of a motor came from the end of the road.

At first he didn't care.

But it was a steel monster traveling at nearly 350 kilometers per hour. Its powerful headlights flashed from afar, like lightning piercing through dark clouds. Someone forcefully pushed open the car door.

A slender, straight branch that caught the eyes of all the older boys was thrown in from the air, like a brave man handing his beloved sword to his companion.

“Here—”

Amamiya Nene solemnly and clearly, word for word, declared in Chinese: "Allow fantasy invasion!"

The brilliant aurora green shield reappeared, as if it had never disappeared.

The thief's extraordinary characteristics returned to his soul, and it was as if the world had changed at this moment. Quinn subconsciously took the branch.
No.

He seemed dazzled.

Not a branch.

In his hand, he was holding a katana!

(End of this chapter)