Acting as the 'White Moonlight' in Destructive Novels [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

“3”

“2”

“1, run.”

Su Wang stuffed the last segment of the processor into Lin Qingyu’s brain and gave the back of his head a light tap. Lin Qingyu followed the momentum and surged forward.

Lilith and Angel were aiming to capture their target, not kill him. Subconsciously, they lowered their muzzles, avoiding Lin Qingyu’s fatal points.

“Why are you looking at him? Your opponent is me.”

A sound of tearing fabric erupted, and several metal tentacles extended from Su Wang’s back. The tips, consisting of three spikes, converged into a sharp iron cone and thrust toward the faces of the two. A dense barrage of attacks fell, instantly tearing a gap in the encirclement.

Lin Qingyu dodged and rushed past Lilith. As the female cop reached out to grab him, a tentacle lunged viciously at her wrist. Having already run out the door, Lin Qingyu hesitated for half a second before returning to the entrance.

Lilith was a woman in the male lead’s harem, what if the plot decided that the male lead’s capture would deepen his bond with his harem, rendering Su Wang useless?

Lin Qingyu pulled out the handgun he had swiped from the male lead’s rental apartment and fired a shot at Angel’s right leg. He had observed earlier that the leg was a prosthetic; he wouldn’t cripple an undercover cop. No one noticed Lin Qingyu’s petty move; his sneak attack was a success. The bullet pierced through the metal thigh, and Angel let out a muffled groan, dropping to one knee.

Su Wang’s attack paused, and he looked up at Lin Qingyu, his eyes sparkling. Lilith hurriedly supported her companion and dragged him behind cover, simultaneously throwing a flashbang at Su Wang.

The defensive prosthetics built into the police officers automatically deployed, enveloping their heads. Lilith charged into the flash, her gaze sweeping rapidly across the room.

Su Wang had vanished, leaving behind several ferocious gouges on the wall. He had fled in such a hurry that he had even smashed the door.

“F*ck! I didn’t think that Asian guy would actually help Su Wang!” The Black hunk was patching up his mechanical leg. “Didn’t the files say he often ambushed and schemed against Su Wang, trying to collect his bounty to pay off gambling debts?!”

“Maybe he was worried that if we caught him, he wouldn’t get paid,” Lilith replied, not lingering.

She ran out of the room, stepping over the collapsed door panel. In the distance, she saw Su Wang’s shadow moving slowly at the end of the corridor. His body hung limp, as if he hadn’t fully recovered from the stimulus of the flashbang. The metal tentacles on his back entered automatic mode, and he crawled along the wall like a huntsman spider.

Lilith’s brain operated at high speed. Su Wang was a wanted criminal; he wouldn’t dare connect to an overly advanced AI. What he was using was likely a pre-New Century intelligent navigation system—equipped with only the most basic auto-drive and auxiliary targeting functions.

In other words, Su Wang currently had zero offense and zero defense. Perfect opportunity!

Lilith raised her police handgun, aimed at Su Wang’s back, and switched the bullets to anesthesia mode. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, she saw Su Wang hanging upside down from the ceiling, his head tilted back, smiling down at her.

“Why not look at your feet? Don’t move around, or you’ll die.”

Lilith read his lip movements, and an ominous feeling rose in her heart. She looked down at the door panel. What’s underneath it? A smart bomb? A landmine? Or some other trap?

Su Wang didn’t leave; he just lay on the ceiling, tilting his head to watch her, making Lilith’s heart crawl. Angel, having finished repairing his leg, walked out of the room. He pulled a strip-shaped robot from his ear and stuffed it into the gap between the door panel and the floor, maneuvering it to crawl forward. His prosthetic eye flashed with electric current, receiving the images transmitted by the robot.

After a moment, he swore, “Damn it, we were played! There’s nothing there! He tricked us!”

Su Wang, who had watched the whole thing, let out a low laugh and vanished into the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Lilith’s intuition told her something was wrong. Su Wang was no pushover; if he had a chance to ambush them, he wouldn’t have let it slide. Was Su Wang just stalling for time? Had he planted a time bomb somewhere nearby? Lilith couldn’t find the location of any bomb, so she pulled Angel over. The two stood back-to-back, each deploying a shield in front of them.

“Bang—”

After a loud noise, the expected impact never came. Lilith cautiously lowered her shield and saw a pile of confetti drifting from the air, with a noticeably larger slip of paper standing out among them. She took the note; it only had two symbols on it: { : ) }

Angel narrowed his eyes. “What is this?”

Lilith flipped the paper over. “He’s taunting us. He’s always like this.”

“I thought there was a bomb.”

“If there had been a suitable one, he would’ve installed it long ago. He was surrounded and blocked just half a month ago; his inventory is probably low. Either he’s out of bombs, or he was worried the blast would kill Lin Qingyu too.” Lilith treated the wound on her wrist. “In any case, we have to be careful. This man is mentally ill, it’s a smiley note this time, but the next one might be a real bomb.”

“Su Wang is hard to catch. Let’s go, we’re going to catch Lin Qingyu. He cares a lot about his ‘younger brother.’ As long as we catch Lin Qingyu before they reunite, we can force Su Wang out.”

Angel sneered, “This makes us look like the villains.”

Lilith’s eyes clouded with confusion. “Aren’t we… the villains?”

“What?”

Lilith shook her head and said nothing more.

Lin Qingyu sprinted through the corridor. With the processor back in his brain, his IQ had once again claimed the high ground. He finally realized what had happened. Su Wang’s parting shot—”Run fast, don’t get caught”—wasn’t a warning to be careful of the police. The complete sentence was clearly: “Run fast, don’t get caught by me, my little bird.”

Without the harem members to keep the male lead in check, Lin Qingyu, this small cannon fodder, would sooner or later be snatched up by the male lead, crushed, flattened, hung up, and tortured.

Great, great, great. Setting me up again.

It was impossible for Su Wang to be captured alive by Lilith and Angel; he was too sharp. He really was a busybody; he had actually helped Su Wang right before leaving. After that gunshot, who knew how much faster Su Wang would be in his pursuit?

Little Coward heard his self-reflection and earnestly offered a suggestion: “Why don’t you just get a sex change?”

?

“I’ve read the original text several times. The male lead is always exceptionally kind and gentle to the beautiful women who throw themselves at him. Plus, becoming a member of the harem grants you a “plot armor” aura. If you become the male lead’s wife, he won’t kill you.”

Right, change my sexual orientation. I’m a straight man.

“No ambition. Why can’t you be the one on top?”

Is the position the point? It’s the orientation! I’m here to work, not to sell myself—stop trying to send me to the male lead’s bed!

“Tch.”

Hiss—

Why did he find Little Coward’s attitude so insufferable? Lin Qingyu felt quite intuitively that with his processor back, his temper had risen. Even a minor detail like this could make him lose his cool. Reporting Little Coward for “verbal harassment” in retaliation, Lin Qingyu randomly found a restaurant and sat down.

The layout of the Future Tower was incredibly complex. He had snuck through so many alleys that he had no idea where he had ended up. In the short term, neither Su Wang nor the police should be able to find him. In Lin Qingyu’s mind, hiding in a restaurant with high foot traffic was safer than wandering around outside.

It was crowded and hard to be seen; even if he were discovered, he could dive into the crowd to escape. Every guest here was a moving obstacle that could slow the male lead’s pursuit.

To be safe, Lin Qingyu had stolen a baseball jacket and a baseball cap on his way. He hadn’t chosen a Chinese restaurant, but a Thai one—the composition of the Future Tower was extremely complicated. Fortunately, in this novel, everyone spoke the “Alliance General Language,” only using their native tongues under special circumstances, otherwise, Lin Qingyu wouldn’t have been able to take a single step.

After tossing and turning all afternoon, he just wanted a good meal, to check the forum replies, and to think about how to face Su Wang. When the male lead and his harem were present at the same time, he was at his safest. Sadly, that kind of situation was hard to manufacture; he couldn’t force it.

A few sexy, sultry transgender performers were stripping on stage in the shop. They moved their bodies to the music, stripping down to absolutely nothing, completely bare. Before Lin Qingyu could recover from the shock, the two tables next to him started fighting, knocking the meal-delivery frisbee-bots flying everywhere. It wasn’t until the ringleader was shot in the head by a waiter that the rowdy crowd quieted down.

The waiter threw a plate onto the table. “Tip.”

Lin Qingyu stared at the piece of scalp on the sticky rice and fell into deep thought. If I don’t pay, will my brains end up on the rice instead?

Just as Lin Qingyu reached for his money, the waiter suddenly looked up behind him and retreated a step in alarm. Su Wang is here? This fast?

“I left earlier than you, took only the alleys, and even changed my clothes halfway. How on earth did you find…”

Lin Qingyu turned around, and his voice cut off the moment he saw who it was. A few white men covered in tattoos stood there, clenching their fists and sneering at him.

“You’ve got guts to keep acting in Red Scorpion territory. Looks like we didn’t beat you hard enough last time.”

“Time to pay up, Lin. Otherwise, this time it won’t be as simple as breaking your legs.”

Lin Qingyu looked at the scalp on his dinner, looked at the hulking men in front of him, and let out a long, weary sigh while rubbing his temples. He pulled out the small handgun from his pocket. He yanked the self-destruct collar on his neck with one hand and held the gun against the man’s chin with the other.

“Be a good person, I haven’t rested all afternoon. I’ve either been running for my life or being killed left and right. I really just want to take a break.”

“I just installed my processor and my emotions aren’t stable. I don’t really want to live right now. Here’s how this goes: you don’t have to lift a finger, I’ll just blow myself up.”

The man was startled, his face flushed red as he cursed him out in his native language. Lin Qingyu stood up, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against his own collar.

“I don’t understand your gibberish. Can’t you speak the General Language? Please, don’t make it harder for me. Didn’t you want my life? Come on, take it.”