dhibooks Chapter 119, Section 16: The Talking Scarface
Chapter 119, Section 16: The Talking Scarface
Chapter 119, Section 16: The Talking Scarface (Third update today)
"Matchstick Marlon, please understand, I personally trust you completely, but they need to know why you took action."
After subduing Arnold, Johnny began a second interrogation. Unlike the previous standoff with guns drawn, this time he stood completely beside Qin Wei, without even disarming himself.
Knowing that Qin Wei could easily snap Johnny's neck from that position, it's clear how deep Johnny's trust was.
Qin Wei pulled his hair back, tilted his head back, and sighed.
He knew that no matter how bizarre the events of the night were, he had to put them aside for now; his primary task was to silence Killer Croc forever.
The good news is that the other party is unconscious, and the initiative is completely in his hands.
And he doesn't even need to lie.
Qin Wei then recounted how he captured the fleeing Arnold and how the execution was interrupted by Killer Croc.
He knew that Killer Croc was only doing this to steal kills, but these words were interpreted differently by others.
"So, the killer Crocodile Weylen is your man? He came to save you!" With the person in question unconscious, Johnny could only seek testimony from a third party, pressing the gun to Arnold's forehead and demanding an explanation.
"No! That's not true, I don't know that big guy!"
Arnold cowered under the gun barrel, clutching his head like a terrified hen.
Johnny then pointed at Qin Wei: "So he's lying?"
"Yes—he's my man. The one who wanted to kill me was that big guy. He's the one who saved me—"
Arnold nodded vigorously. This old man wasn't as cowardly as he appeared. He harbored resentment after Qin Wei broke his right hand, and even though he knew he was doomed, he still wanted to drag his enemy down with him.
boom!
boom!
boom!
A gunshot rang out without warning!
Johnny fired three shots, ending Arnold's life.
He didn't need Arnold's accusation. The other man's fingernails were full of blood, while Qin Wei's hands were covered with scratches. It was obvious who was telling the truth.
"My loyal friend, the task of executing the traitor is entrusted to you!"
Johnny smiled at Qin Wei, pointing at the unconscious Killer Croc, and tossed him the pistol.
He then led his team away, leaving the space entirely to Qin Wei.
Pulling back the bolt, Qin Wei sneered, his eyes gleaming with the cunning light of a wicked scheme succeeding. He actually wanted to wait for the assassin Crocodile to wake up, then use the other's desperate expression as a side dish, and casually hurl some trash talk. But a cautious villain shouldn't give his opponent any chance.
bang bang bang! ! !
The magazine was emptied, aimed directly at the opponent's small face. The Killer Crocodile's face, covered in scales and thick skin, was blasted into a pile of minced meat, with only its limbs still trembling irregularly under the influence of bioelectricity and nerves.
Qin Wei was still not at ease, so he stepped forward and, after confirming that the other person was completely dead, gently blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle.
"That idiot Annie is finished!"
Just as Qin Wei was about to catch up with the main group, a strange, shrill sound rang out behind him. Turning around, he saw no one there, only the wooden puppet "Scarface" lying on the ground.
Its mouth was open, and its eyes, painted with black paint, reflected the cold moonlight.
"Is that you speaking?"
Qin Wei felt he must be crazy to try to communicate with the ventriloquist's puppet.
But wasn't what happened tonight magical enough? Ever since that eerie laughter rang in his mind, the whole world has undergone earth-shattering changes, as if Pandora's box had been opened. This low-magic world has suddenly become a rampant purgatory. Not only has a mutated villain like Killer Croc, which can only be seen in superhero movies, appeared, but now even puppets are talking to him.
What's even more infuriating is that everyone except him seems to have already become so engrossed in it that they're used to it.
"Would you like to become my new partner?"
When the voice rang out again, Qin Wei was finally certain that it was Scarface who was behind it all.
He crouched down, twisting his head to examine the puppet from left to right. If some little fairy wanted to make a contract with him and help him become a magical girl, perhaps Qin Wei, whose girlish heart had not yet faded, would actually consider it.
But "Scarface" is an ominous object carved from the wood of the gallows in Blackgate Prison. Wouldn't it be a bit unlucky to carry this thing on your person?
But what if, hypothetically, this strange thing has some special ability?
Rubbing his hands together, Qin Wei asked:
"Scarface, do I look more like a man or a god to you?"
The puppet's act of begging for a title was met with Scarface's silence. The puppet was expressionless, but its open mouth certainly fit the awkward atmosphere of the scene.
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're willing to become my new partner, I can help you climb to the top of the gang step by step, and maybe even surpass Oswald in the future."
Click—bang!
Before Scarface could finish speaking, Qin Wei swiftly drew his gun and fired a single bullet, severing Scarface's neck.
Its comical head, adorned with a top hat, spun around on the ground like a top before Qin Wei stepped on it.
"What are you doing! Why did you suddenly attack? Didn't you join the gang to make a name for yourself?!"
"Wish me the throne? Sorry, I don't want to sit in the same place twice!"
With a powerful stomp of his foot, Qin Wei crushed the scarred man to pieces.
After Qin Wei left, the courtyard returned to its usual tranquility.
But this calm did not last long; the huge corpse on the ground suddenly twitched.
The killer, Crocodile Weilen, whose face had been smashed, sat up, the horrific wounds on his face slowly repairing themselves. But unlike before, his gaze was dull and lifeless.
After getting up again, he crawled on all fours, and after climbing over the courtyard wall, he wandered aimlessly on the empty street.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, his nostrils flared.
Ah! It's a manhole cover.
With sharp claws, Wei Lun effortlessly pried open the edge gaps and twisted his body to squeeze into the sewer.
Thanks to Killer Croc's punch, even though a lot of his foundation was gone, and Qin Wei was bruised and bleeding from the nose, his identity was not exposed.
After the operation, the team parted ways, agreeing to take a shower and then go to a strip club to have some fun.
The first thing Qin Wei wanted to do was, of course, to call his personal makeup artist, Selena. But when he pulled out his phone, he was dumbfounded. The blue Motorola with the electronic screen had been replaced by the latest rose gold Apple Pro Ma.
Trembling, I unlocked the door with my fingerprint. Inside, besides common apps like Facebook, YouTube, and TikTok, there was also Onlyf.
He clicked in and browsed the subscribed content, which was full of beautiful women who fit his XP.
During his browsing, he also came across a comment.
"Great! More updates please!"
A guy with the ID "The Famous V" commented on a paid video posted by a Russian girl.
Qin Wei scratched his head awkwardly. This was his account and his comments. This account had also subscribed to quite a few videos, but he had no recollection of it at all.
Buzz!
Just then, my phone received a text message.