A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 124 Mr. Q and the Mail

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[Branch·Dark Evil Dragon Ichimonji Norimitsu]

A branch picked up by a food stall owner to use as firewood. Because it was so long and straight, her eight-year-old grandson named it "Dark Evil Dragon." He fought the neighborhood children in a duel, winning every time, and thus, he treasured it like a treasure.

After entering puberty, he felt that the name "Dark Evil Dragon" wasn't impressive enough, so he changed his name to "Dark Evil Dragon Flower Ichimonji Norimitsu," imitating the sword "Kiku-Ichimonji Norimitsu" carried by the young swordsman Okita Souji in "Shinsengumi Kagefuroku," and proclaimed himself the captain of the Shinsengumi's First Division in Jianghai City.

[Skill: Black Evil Dragon Three-stage Strike.]

[Okita Souji's 'Natural Rishin-ryu' special technique. The owner of the tree branch always fantasizes about being able to lift a girl's skirt with a three-stage sword thrust. This technique consumes a small amount of mental energy and a large amount of physical strength, allowing him to instantly advance to the distance of a three-slash combo, and perform a 'Thrust' at three times the speed.]

"The longer the blade, the shorter the run; the shorter the run, the shorter the charge; the shorter the charge, the shorter the blade; so the longer the blade, the shorter the blade." — This was his excuse for the length of the branch after defeating a group of four or five-year-old children. Thanks to this, the blade was given the concept of "looking short."

Quinn looked at the sword in his hand and laughed angrily.

Where is the black evil dragon?

This is a katana that feels only about one meter long. You have to actually hold it to truly appreciate its astonishing length. It is about one person tall, and the blade alone is one and a half meters long.

The classic Japanese sword's shape, with black hemp rope wrapped around the handle to prevent slipping, and a hollow dragon carved into the hilt, entwined to resemble an eerie flower. The blade is light and thin, radiating a chilling light that flows along the edge like a stream of water.

Just a glance makes people feel that this is a good knife.

It has a touch of middle school and sword-forging aesthetics, like a collectible weapon in a game.

Quinn had many questions, such as why a branch suddenly turned into a katana, why Amamiya Nene suddenly spoke Chinese, and how the Arcane Shield and Thief's special abilities returned.
But the "police officer" didn't give Quinn time to think and pulled the trigger at Quinn who was ejected because of catching the knife.

The sound of gunfire shook his eardrums, and bullets poured down. Quinn subconsciously tilted his body. In his instinctive reaction, he could no longer dodge. This was the posture that would minimize the coverage of the bullets.

Clang, clang, clang! ! !
Along with the gunshots, there was also the sound of metal clashing like iron hammering.

Quinn shrank back, and the front desk was smashed into pieces by the rifle in less than two seconds, and the subsequent bullets still fell on him.

However, in just four or five seconds, the HK416's magazine was empty and needed to be reloaded again.

The hall in front of me was in a mess, with smoke and dust everywhere.

But the expression on the police officer's face was extremely solemn.

In the smoke and dust, the light of the arcane shield is like neon lighting up the haze, always as emerald green as jade!

Quinn thought he was finished, but he didn't feel any pain at all. When he touched his body, even the shirt he bought for 30 yuan on Taobao with free shipping was harmless.

There is no difference between a pistol and a rifle in front of Lin's arcane shield.

The shine is still as good as new and it looks like it can last another ten minutes.

A surge of security arose spontaneously. Wrapped in this shield, Quinn felt as safe as if he were back in his mother's womb.

After a while, the smoke and dust cleared, and the police officer looked at him intently and somewhat helplessly.

Why is this fucking shield back? And where did you get that knife?
He chose not to shoot again.

Even with his limited knowledge of arcane magic, he could tell that the arcane shield was definitely a high-level defensive arcane magic.

That is the level of sixth-order arcane and above.

To break this kind of defensive arcane spell with physical means, one would need a combat class at least mid-rank or higher. In other words, this rifle was far from enough.

He looked at the little Loli lying dead on the ground in confusion. Can this level of arcane magic be cast instantly?

Is this Grindelwald?

The police officer turned around and ran without struggling for even a second.

He desperately picked up the intercom and said, "One more time, just one more time, Mr. Q."
Mr. Q must have some even more powerful weapons! He's been to the fourth layer of the Abyss and knows the destructive power of technologies that can't be realized in Tamilan.

The stairs are just around the corner, and you can reach that place as long as you can.
Suddenly, the wind blew in front of me.

The adolescent middle school boy wanted to blow the wind from the girl's skirt, which crossed layers of time and space and blew onto his face at the falling layer of the abyss.

The man with the arcane shield on his head, holding a katana in one hand, looked like a leaping dragon.

That's not a speed that humans can see clearly.

The sword stabbed out with triple speed, splitting the intercom in two before it was connected, and pierced through his Adam's apple and neck.

With a flash of the knife, Quinn landed on the stairs, smoothly put the knife away, and kicked the severed head away.

"This place is full, sir."

His body suddenly shook. The [Black Evil Dragon Three-Stage Thrust] of the knife did not consume much mental energy, but the loss of physical strength was far beyond Quinn's imagination, and he almost fell down.

The muscles in my body felt extremely sore, like the aftereffect of excessive exercise. Could it be that the loss from three full-speed thrusts was compensating for the damage? It seems that I can't use it continuously.

The headless corpse on the ground flashed.

The blur of snowflakes that seemed to have lost the signal reappeared. The police uniform disappeared, replaced by a silk pajamas. His hands were covered with expensive jewelry. His current status was probably not low.

After a while, the corpse, like his companions, turned into ashes and scattered without wind.

Amamiya Ningning ran over and supported the shaky Quinn. She saw the corpse transform back into its original form and asked in surprise, "Is this... Abyss Transcendent?"

"Four, all killed. They should be Sequence Nine of the Gluttony Fate. Not very powerful."

"How could the Abyss Beyonder appear here?" Amamiya Ningning was very puzzled.

The first three layers of the abyss belong to the exploration area of ​​the cult and the academy.

Mental strength is also very important to clergymen. Except for special cases like today, teams exploring the third layer are often led by high-level transcendents, or at least five fully armed magicians. Ordinary abyss transcendents will die if they encounter them.

Moreover, they all "entered dreams" on the fourth level. The two groups of people often kept to themselves, and this kind of cross-level interaction was very rare.

Even Amamiya Ningning didn't understand, and Quinn was even less confused.

He didn't answer. After looking at the rifle that was gradually fading on the ground and the letter "Q" graffiti on the gun, he hurried back to the hall.

When the police officer was shooting just now, he was wearing a shield, but Lin didn't.

Quinn tried his best to stand in front of her, but he was not sure if any bullets hit the little Loli.

Throwing away the crumbs on the table, the little girl curled up there like a kitten, and it seemed that there was no blood or scars on her body.

She was wearing Grindelwald's school uniform, and Quinn finally understood why the school uniform had such strong defensive properties.

It turns out to be an American-style campus. You have to be on guard against shootings when you go to school.
For some reason, she looked even worse than before, her eyes closed. Her beautiful hair and clothes were covered in dust, and her wizard hat had fallen off, making her look pitiful.

When I touched the little face, it was even colder, like a piece of ice whose temperature was constantly dropping.

"Linlin?"

The little Loli suddenly grabbed his hand.

Then, he bit Quinn's index finger hungrily.

Looking at Lin sucking his fingers like a pacifier, Quinn's mind went blank for a moment.

A moist feeling came from the fingertips, and the cold tongue seemed to be asking for something. This scene was indeed a bit perverted, but Quinn quickly reacted. Was she absorbing the mana from my body?

The arcane shield that even bullets couldn't hurt was like a gradually drying up pond. The dreamy green like the aurora became thinner bit by bit, and traces of mana being sucked into her pink little mouth could be seen flowing through.

Finally, Lin opened her eyes after her body temperature returned to normal. Unsatisfied, she held his wrist and took another breath.

Damn, that feels good.
"Wow..." A voice like Amamiya Nene saw garbage coming from behind: "What perverted things are you doing to her?"

Quinn immediately pulled his hand back and turned back seriously: "Miss Cavendish, if you say anything nonsense, I will sue you for false accusation."

Amamiya Ningning took a step back, her eyes full of "Lolita control, stay away from me."

Lin lay on the ground, her white eyes moving to Amemiya Ningning's face.

".All ready."

What she meant was that everyone was gathered and we could leave.

"Why is Lin here?" asked Amamiya Ningning.

"The academy sent them to rescue us." Quinn looked at the knife in his hand and the Chinese words she had just said, "Fantasy invasion is allowed here." After making some guesses, he gave her a look that said "be careful."

"Retreat first, and talk about it later."

Amemiya Ningning nodded and wanted to take over from Quinn to carry Lin on his back.

She was actually a typical arcane homebody, but because she occasionally went out shopping and did some yoga to keep in shape, her physical strength was not too bad. But when faced with the hand extended by Amamiya Ningning, Lin did not accept it, and instead looked at Quinn beside her——

"Pizza, go."

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Looking at Quinn carrying the silly little loli on his shoulders, Amamiya Ningning was a little confused about how the two knew each other.

"You're not really a lolicon, are you?"

She didn't believe it at first, but when she thought about his indifferent reactions to her, Amamiya Ningning began to believe it.

"Of course not," Quinn responded seriously, "I like thirty-three."

Amamiya Ningning was immediately furious: "What do you mean?! I'm not even thirty years old——"

Quinn smiled slightly.

Three eleven-year-olds added together is thirty-three years old. Well, just kidding.

Before leaving, he looked around the hall and asked with some confusion, "Why didn't these Abyss Transcendents release their special abilities after death?"

All four of them provided soul fragments to Quinn, so they should be dead.

"The manifestation of extraordinary characteristics should occur in reality," Amamiya Ningning said solemnly. "Their death in reality will be exactly the same as their death in the Abyss. Just wait for two days and read the Abyss characteristic events disclosed by the various cults, and we'll know their true identities."

Quinn nodded, took the still unconscious Adolf, and walked along the edge of the pit towards the police car.

The three of them remained where they were.

Seeing Quinn coming over with one person on his shoulder and another by his hand, followed by a cool girl with long flowing hair, Seven knelt down directly in front of him——

"Don't kill me, sir!!"

Magic, katana, teleportation, and emergency support teammates are amazing. It's like meeting a superhero in broad daylight.

Quinn didn't bother to pay attention to him and looked at the tram that Amamiya Ningning was looking at. The timeline of this city should be around 2016, so where did the tram come from?

When I looked at the central control screen in the car, I saw that the battery was almost full.

"Shall we go to that building?" Quinn pointed to the China World Trade Center in the distance.

Lin on his shoulder nodded and said crisply, "Take the elevator and go home."

So Quinn opened the car door, threw the unconscious Adolf in, and said to the three people beside him, "Get in the car."

All three stood still.

Seven kept repeating, "Don't kill me, sir. I have parents above me and hundreds of millions of children to take care of." Megan was not stupid. Even if she was stupid, she should have realized that he was not taking her to find a boyfriend.

Celia stared at him and Amamiya Ningning suspiciously, her eyes darting back and forth: "Quinn, who is this woman?"

The voice is quite jealous.

Because there were no windows, she could see clearly when Amamiya Ningning supported Quinn, and there was a kind of intimacy between the two that went beyond politeness.

If Megan's appearance is not threatening, and Lin's age is not threatening, then Amamiya Ningning is threatening from head to toe.

This woman seems even prettier than me, like a celebrity, or the kind that looks stunning even without makeup. She has a top-notch figure, and even with pants on, her legs look incredibly long. You probably don't even need to find the right angle for a photo. Men love this kind of look.
Moreover, her aura was so charming that even a girl like Celia found it alluring. It wasn't a deliberately contrived charm, but rather a natural one.
While she was staring at her, Amemiya Ningning had already gotten into the car.

Passenger seat!

Bad woman!
"Quinn, who is she?!" Celia is now more anxious than when Quinn used cold violence against her.

"My cousin." Quinn ignored Amamiya Ningning's angry look and said, "She's 33 years old, divorced with two kids, and she's here to bring me some local specialties from the village. Get in the car first."

Thus, the misunderstanding was instantly resolved, and Celia grabbed a window seat in the back row while wondering where Quinn's cousin came from.

The remaining two still refused to move. The police told them to "stay here and don't move." They should have run away earlier.

Quinn didn't waste any words and directly showed his sword: "Get in the car, or cut it into pieces before getting in the car?"

Most people wouldn't bother to respond to such threats. "Why don't you try to chop me? Aren't you afraid of the police?"

But since he just showed that he was not afraid of the police, the two of them got into the car tremblingly.

Four people squeezed into the back seat at once, and Lin definitely couldn't sit there anymore. She didn't seem to want to interact with others, so Quinn put her in the driver's seat and prepared to carry her while he drove.

Suddenly, he glanced at the police car with its door opened.

"Just a moment."

After saying that, he reached into the police car to see if there was anything he could take.

There is still enough time.

The thief's extraordinary characteristics came into play at this time. After checking around, he found that the most valuable thing was the car-mounted police computer.

Quinn wanted to dismantle it and take it back for research, but when he remembered that the academy strictly prohibited bringing relics of the abyss back to the world, he decided to just search through it.

Although the shell says "Police Computer System", the screen is still the classic Windows XP blue sky and green grass page. The desktop is very clean and there is only an application named "Police Platform".

Quinn clicked it directly and found that he needed to enter his account and password.

He tried two classic account combinations, but the results were both wrong. He was told that the account would be locked if he entered the wrong number three times, so he had no choice but to give up.

There is not enough time to look through the files on the C and D drives. Moreover, these people are probably not proficient in computers. They can't even aim the modern pistol correctly when they shoot. They look like the kind of people who need to take notes on computer operations with paper and pen.
In vain, Quinn had a flash of inspiration.

Pen and paper, write it down. Jack has a piece of paper with two lines of account and password written on it, right?
But that's Tamil, and it's impossible to input text from another world into a computer.
Wait, a weird idea came from the depths of my mind. In order to save time when learning a language, I can directly use pinyin instead of pronunciation.
Could it be that those two lines of Tamilan text that don't make sense and don't connect with each other are the pronunciation of Earth's characters?
Quinn put his hands on the keyboard and began to read out the words on Jack's note word by word.

"Suppress alcohol. Suppress alcohol and stop the suppression order."

Judging from the pronunciation, there is a line of English and a line of numbers respectively.

adminjack
1919810
Quinn didn't know whether to capitalize the English word. He only had one chance left, so with the mentality of taking a gamble, he pressed the Enter key.

Then, his brows raised in joy.

I saw a progress bar flash by, and then an email page popped up.

There were seven or eight pages of emails scattered inside.

Quinn clicked on them one by one, and the content of the emails was actually written in Tamilan.

[We will contact the Yeongun government in exile again and provide them with appropriate assistance. We cannot let them be eliminated by the Academy so quickly.]

The sender is "Q".

Quinn flipped through the letters one by one. The sender of all the letters was Q. Except for one letter that mentioned the shipping address of Sequence Eight [Merchant] Supernatural Potion, all the other letters were related to the city of Eswell.

When he turned to the thirteenth letter, Quinn's eyes narrowed.

At 6:00 PM on March 25th, go to Eastwell Cloud Boulevard and wait. A young man wearing a top hat, gold-rimmed glasses, and a dark green coat will pass by. He has black hair and black eyes. No matter what, he must be blamed for the jewelry store incident.

What.
The doubts that had been lingering for many days were resolved at this moment.

No wonder everything that day felt so strange and awkward. Was I just some unlucky passerby chosen by Jack at random? Was he deliberately targeting me?

The sender of this email is still "Q".

Before Quinn could think about it, the email suddenly flashed and the page disappeared.

He hurriedly pulled back the upper menu of the police platform, only to find that Jack's mailbox was being deleted at a rate of one letter per second. It seemed that someone had discovered his peeping behavior and started to clean up the evidence.

Quinn raced against time, scrolling straight to the last page and clicking on the last email between Jack and Mr. Q. It would take him a while to delete each email one by one until he got to this point. He wanted to take this opportunity to read a few more -

"Mr. Q, I have completed your mission. Congressman Liev Branson has inhaled starlight and is showing signs of addiction. Please, as agreed, tell me the method for the growth of an Abyssal Transcendent."

A mysterious feeling spread in my heart.

The moment Jack's note took effect, a "theft" that benefited him was completed.

At this moment, the thief's digestion of the extraordinary characteristics was completely completed, and there was no longer any foreign body feeling in his soul. At the same time, the email page was completely cleared, the computer screen turned black and shut down. Along with the crackling sound of electricity, a green smoke came out of the heat dissipation vent, and the hard drive was directly burned.

【Ding】

[It has been detected that the host has completed the "Useless Person" promotion task. ]

[1. Collect 1000 Soul Fragments in total. (1345/1000)]

2. Take a random fateful Sequence Nine potion and digest it completely. (Thief)

[Currently, you can consume one thousand soul fragments to advance to the eighth level of the Hero's Fate - Sekiro.]

(End of this chapter)