harleyscars Chapter 189, Section 86: Cleaning Up the Dregs
Chapter 189, Section 86: Cleaning Up the Dregs
Chapter 189, Section 86: Cleaning Up the Dregs
When the lights came on again, the prisoners were surprised to find that Gordon had disappeared, replaced by a dark figure standing in the center of the ring.
Vampire? Gargoyle?
The sudden change terrified the prisoners, who whispered amongst themselves and dared not step forward to investigate.
Just then, Qin Wei suddenly opened his eyes, startling the prisoners in front of him into retreating.
"Go back to your cell immediately, no one will get hurt."
A dignified and deep voice echoed in the abandoned power generation room, yet these words brought a sense of relief to the prisoners.
The prisoners in Sector D are all serious offenders; even the shortest sentences have been served several years here. Being isolated from the world, they had never heard of the methods of the Judgment Knights. They had initially thought Qin Wei was some kind of demon or monster, but now it seemed he was just a strange man in a cloak.
"Hey, where did you hide James Gordon? Tell us honestly, and we might consider leaving you a whole corpse!"
A show-off prisoner stepped out of the crowd first; it was he who had just stabbed Gordon in the sole of his foot with a piece of glass.
He still had a small piece of broken glass hidden in his palm, thinking that if the other party's answer displeased him, he would cut two bloody holes in Qin Wei's neck.
Qin Wei remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the other person.
The prisoner felt uneasy under the stares, but with so many eyes watching, he couldn't afford to lose face.
"Are you unable to speak or deaf?!"
Cursing and swearing, he grabbed a shard of glass and stabbed at it.
The glass shards stopped less than a centimeter from Qin Wei's throat, not because the prisoner suddenly had a change of heart, but because his wrist was being tightly gripped.
He tried to exert force forward, but his wrist felt as if it were tightly wrapped in solidified concrete, preventing him from moving forward or backward.
Now the one who stood out realized he'd run into a tough opponent.
He looked pleadingly at the KGB beast in the corner, but the latter had no intention of helping.
Anatoly hated Gordon, but he also disdained to associate with such scum.
Qin Wei slowly clenched his fist, the powerful grip tormenting the prisoner and forcing him to kneel on the ground.
"I was wrong—please let me go—I'll be good, I'll go back to my cell!"
He lay prostrate at Qin Wei's feet, trembling and howling incessantly, his cold sweat soaking his body. This sight intimidated the other prisoners, who involuntarily retreated little by little.
This was the best possible outcome. Qin Wei didn't want to escalate the situation too much. Areas A and B had completely fallen, and after rescuing Gordon, he still had to rush back to take in the escaped prisoners. The matter of Daniel Reed also gave him deeper food for thought.
After much deliberation, he chose to let go.
"Thank you—thank you!"
The prisoner rubbed his purple wrist and thanked him repeatedly. He glanced at Qin Wei, and when he realized that the other man was not looking at him, he reached forward and tried to pick up the piece of broken glass that Qin Wei had thrown away.
Damn it, how dare you embarrass me in front of so many people! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!
A distorted face emerged from the shadows as the prisoner muttered to himself.
Years of imprisonment failed to reform these scoundrels, such as Nicholas, who brutally murdered his neighbor's family of four over a few words.
After shooting the male homeowner and raping the female homeowner, he pulled out a belt and strangled their two children to death, including an infant in swaddling clothes.
He was irritable and belligerent, fragile and sensitive. He hurt Gordon, who had no grudge against him, simply because of the instigation of others, and chose to provoke Qin Wei just because he wanted to show off in front of his fellow inmates.
Now, Nicholas, feeling humiliated, harbors resentment towards the benefactor who spared his life.
The ordinariness and baseness of human nature are clearly revealed here.
Just as his fingers were about to touch the shards of glass, a hard-soled military boot stomped down hard on him.
Like stepping on a toad, a crisp cracking sound rang out as blood splattered from the sole of Qin Wei's shoe.
"Ah!!! Let me go—I swear to God—I didn't mean to ambush you!" The bones in his hand were crushed in an instant, and the intense pain made Nicholas scream.
"A scumbag's oath is utterly untrustworthy."
After this incident, Qin Wei roughly understood the other party's character. He had served many years in prison but showed no remorse. Human punishments were ineffective against such scum.
Since the other party is willing to swear to God, let God judge.
He raised his knee and slammed it hard into the other man's face.
Nicholas was sent flying high into the air, the splattered blood drawing an arc through the air.
The body fell into the crowd, and people saw a horrifying corpse with a shattered skull and a completely collapsed face.
The gruesome death ignited the prisoners' anger. Stimulated by the blood, the already unruly prisoners erupted in a high-pitched howl and swarmed towards Qin Wei.
Since that's the case, let's finish this quickly.
Qin Wei strode forward and threw a heavy punch at the prisoner who was leading the charge.
The two men's fists collided in mid-air. The prisoner screamed as the ulna of his forearm pierced his skin and emerged from under his elbow joint. The powerful force carried him into a large crowd behind him.
After eliminating the threat from the front, Qin Wei moved swiftly, changing targets and sweeping down enemies from two directions with a back kick followed by a flying kick.
But two fists can't fight four hands. He was too busy to pay attention to his left side, which allowed his enemies to take advantage of the situation. Four or five prisoners reached out and pounced on him. Some grabbed his cloak, some hugged his waist from the side, and one even opened his blood-red mouth and bit his shoulder, seemingly trying to tear through the Kevlar armor with his iron teeth.
Qin Wei was dragged and thrown to the ground, but he did not panic. Before the enemy could surround him, he pressed the button on his belt.
In an instant, pale blue sparks flew from the cloak, and at the same time, the prisoners holding him began to convulse and tremble.
This is Lucius's ability: although the tech expert didn't have time to improve the entire suit of armor, he could enchant and upgrade the equipment within a limited time.
Based on the glider, the cloak has been given a new power function, which allows Qin Wei to effectively deal with the harassment of small fish.
The prisoners were dumbfounded. How could they possibly fight an enemy that was electrified?
Taking advantage of his opponent's momentary lapse in concentration, he launched his grappling hook, carrying several convulsing prisoners high into the air as they escaped the encirclement.
The moment he landed, Qin Wei turned off the power. This thing consumed a lot of power and couldn't withstand any abuse. Besides, the people behind him were clinging to the cloak because of muscle spasms. If Qin Wei didn't turn off the power, these guys would most likely stick to him until they started smoking and catching fire.
After escaping the encirclement, it was Qin Wei's turn to fight. He only needed to face unarmed enemies in one direction. For him, who was used to thrilling battles like those in Souls-like games, this was even easier and more enjoyable than mowing down enemies in Dynasty Warriors.
A pair of heavy fists tore through the crowd like an icebreaker cleaving through ice. Wherever the shadow went, screams of agony filled the air and blood splattered everywhere. Most of the prisoners' fists couldn't even break through the armor's defenses, and occasionally, some of the more powerful ones were punished by the electrified cloaks.
Of course, this is also thanks to the hard work of the Judgment Knight over the past six months. The prisoners who should have been sent to District D were sent to hell by him. Otherwise, he would most likely still be facing familiar faces and throwing his second-cycle punch today.
Soon, the prisoners' eyes were filled with terror. Although they were far from clear-eyed, it was still quite effective.
Qin Wei stepped forward through the blood-soaked ground, while the remaining crowd retreated one after another, eventually being forced into a corner.
"Let's go back to what we were talking about earlier. Does anyone want to go back to their cell?"
Apart from the unfortunate fellow who was rolling around on the ground groaning in pain, the remaining prisoners didn't dare to utter a sound.
Answer me!
"Me—me—me—me!"
The one who spoke was the tall prisoner who was being used as a human shield by the crowd. He had just been punched by Qin Wei, and half of his face was swollen up, squeezing his left eye into a slit.
This guy is more sensible than Nicholas. What do other people's opinions and dignity matter? They're all meaningless. Saving his life is the most important thing.
"Very good. Now those who are willing to go back to their cells, follow him and lie on the ground with him."
Qin Wei's answer was like a pardon, and a sigh of relief echoed through the crowd.
Soon, the prisoners, organized by the big man, began to clean up the area, dragging away the fellow inmates who were still alive one by one, while piling the dead in a corner.
Those who come to watch the fight in the underground arena are no pushovers, and Qin Wei has no interest in mourning the dead. After all, that big guy, "KGB Beast" Anatoly, is still standing in the corner, arms crossed, staring coldly at him.
Anatoly finally spoke after the prisoners had left in an orderly fashion.
"Interesting guy. More than your methods, I'm curious about where you got Gordon."
Qin Wei didn't bother arguing with him. He pressed the button on the side of his belt and lowered Chief Gordon, who was bound by the grappling hook gun, from the ceiling.
Gordon, exhausted from a night of hard work, fell asleep in mid-air. He only woke up trembling when Qin Wei took his hand.
"Ah—is it over?"
"It should be soon. I'll send you out after I put the bear to sleep."
Qin Wei glanced cautiously at Anatoli; he didn't think he would lose to that big guy.
Surprisingly, Gordon rejected the offer.
"No—I have to catch him right now—I must bring him to justice!" Gordon turned his head to look in the direction Jess had fled, and resolutely pushed Qin Wei's hand away.
"But you are very weak right now."
Qin Wei didn't know who Gordon was referring to as "he," but he could vaguely guess that someone had escaped through the small door on the second floor. However, he didn't want Gordon to give chase, firstly because it would disrupt the entire plan, and secondly because Gordon might be in danger.
This would leave him with no way to explain himself to Barbara.
"But this is the best opportunity, not only because of the numerous crimes he has committed during his years of dictatorship, but also because he has information on VIPs."
"I once handed over evidence to someone else because of my own selfish desires, but this time I will take it back with my own hands!"
Qin Wei did not try to dissuade him further. He understood that in a person's life, there are always things that one is willing to sacrifice one's life for. These things can be promises, beliefs, and hopes.
Its existence allows the human soul to break free from the constraints of the flesh and blood, shining brightly in the darkness.
Upon seeing Gordon, the KGB beast finally made a move. He strode forward menacingly and threw a heavy punch at Gordon, who had just stood up and was unsteady on his feet.
But Qin Wei blocked the punch by raising his arms.
Boom!
The fist tore through the air, drawing a Mach circle, and the sudden gust of wind even blew open the Judgment Knight's cloak.
Qin Wei took a heavy punch head-on and staggered back several steps.
Although he was mentally prepared, Qin Wei was still greatly shocked by Anatoli's power.
Is this freak definitely not injected with some strange serum? This power is a bit unfair!
Anatoli, beneath the mask, frowned. Few could withstand a direct hit from him, let alone just take a few steps back.
Moreover, he didn't want to clash with Qin Wei head-on. After watching the battle for a long time, he cautiously discovered that the other's belt was full of strange and unusual treasures.
Are you alright?
Gordon had already run to the second-floor door, and after hearing the noise, he peeked out from behind the railing.
"Go quickly, leave this to me."
Qin Wei answered confidently, his gaze fixed on Anatoli.
He had encountered an opponent of similar physique and strength before, the killer Crocodile Weilen. Since he could handle the previous one, this one would naturally be no problem either.
I misjudged you!
Anatoly shook his head in disappointment.
"I thought you, who broke into prison, were a communist fighter like me, but now it seems you're just another American lackey!"
What fighters? What American imperialists?
Qin Wei was a little confused. He roughly understood that the other person's mind was a little abnormal, but why wasn't such a person locked up in Arkham Asylum? Was it because the weak restraints and slender iron beds couldn't satisfy that strong body?
and many more!
Qin Weimeng had a wonderful idea.
For someone to say something like that, could it be that the other person is—
To verify his hypothesis, Qin Wei cleared his throat and sang a line to Anatoli:
"B c τ aBa, po k T beM3 a kneM HH blǚ
BeCbMnprO0AHbl×paoB！ (Arise, ye prisoners of hunger and cold! Arise, ye wretched of the earth!)