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Chapter 46 Hirokawa Takeshi

The air twisted eerily for a moment, as if the physical laws of the real world were forcibly overridden by some higher-dimensional being.

The first thing to appear was countless tiny, cube-shaped particles that emitted a faint purple light.

They were like a swarm of fireflies, rapidly gathering, spinning, and collapsing in Pei Qi's palm.

Immediately afterwards, those illusory pixel particles began to solidify rapidly, the jagged edges were filled in by the atomic structure of the real world, and a heavy entity was outlined out of thin air.

Only 0.5 seconds.

As the light faded, a meticulously crafted briefcase, its entire surface gleaming with a cold, silvery-gray sheen, was firmly held in Pei Qi's hand.

This is a genuine Quinque. However, unlike the unique Quinque in Arima Kishou's hands, which originated from the "Night of Gluttony" twenty-four years ago and was made from the remains of an S-class Kakuja, its origin is much stranger.

Beside him, Arima Kishou's eyes, which rarely wavered even when facing death, now flashed a rare look of surprise.

He looked at the briefcase in Pei Qi's hand, and a memory involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

That was about three days ago. This mysterious supervisor, who had just taken office, suddenly approached him and borrowed his IXA, which he never parted with, under the pretext that "due to a technological gap, the quinque manufacturing process needs to be re-examined."

As a survivor of that disaster and the most senior investigator in the GOC, Kishou Arima knows better than anyone how difficult it is to manufacture a Quinque.

That's not just simple blacksmithing.

The core of quinque manufacturing lies in the khebau.

First, a powerful ghoul must be hunted down and its kagune completely removed. Then, by stimulating it with specific electrical signals, the Rc cells inside the kagune are tricked into believing that the host is still alive, thus maintaining a certain shape.

Finally, it is encapsulated and restrained using "Quinck Steel," which is only available in the GOC core laboratory.

Without the kagune, the quinque is just a pile of scrap metal. It is a living weapon, the enslaved soul of a dead ghoul.

At the time, although Arima Kishou lent out IXA, he didn't think Pei Qi could make any progress. This was because there were practically no wild rc cell subjects left in the world, and the raw material, the Kekkei, was a rare, irreplaceable resource.

He had thought that Pei Qi would give up after encountering a setback.

However, just two days later, Pei Qi returned IXA to him intact.

At the time, Arima thought it was just a polite way of saving face.

But now, looking at the weapon in Pei Qi's hand that is so similar to IXA in both appearance and aura, Arima Kishou's worldview has been slightly shaken.

"The structural strength and energy response definitely meet the standards of the Quinque. How did he do it? Did he use some kind of shape memory metal to simulate the properties of the Kagune?" Arima quickly analyzed in his mind.

It was as if they had noticed Arima Kishou's probing gaze.

Pei Qi turned his head and adjusted his glasses. He had initially thought Arima was surprised by his ability to "retrieve objects from thin air," since spatial technology like the backpack was considered cutting-edge technology in this world.

But then I thought about it again. As the ace of GOC, Arima Kishou has seen more anomalies than he has eaten meals. He is already used to tricks like "space folding".

What truly attracted him was this weapon that defied common sense in biology.

"No need to look anymore, Arima."

Pei Qi casually picked up the box, even shaking it, and a dull metallic clanging sound came from inside.

"This is indeed a quinque. However, it wasn't made from ghouls, but forged from something purer... 'rules'."

Pei Qi did not offer much explanation.

Upon hearing this ambiguous answer, Arima Kishou did not press further. He simply nodded silently, indicating his understanding.

"If it's a supervisor, then this is reasonable."

This is Arima's strength: absolute execution and absolute respect for the secrets of those in power.

"Let's go." Pei Qi strode forward. "Let's test the quality of this new toy."

My gaze turned ninety degrees, passing through the thick concrete wall.

Inside the underground meeting room of Guangchuan's campaign office, a suffocating sense of anxiety permeated the air, along with the lingering smell of blood from a recent meal.

In the dim light, five or six well-dressed "humans" sat around.

Some of them were corporate executives, some were government employees, and one was a rising political star, Hirokawa Takeshi, who was about to run for mayor.

Of course, apart from Hirokawa, who is purely human, everyone else is a parasite in human skin.

"We must evacuate immediately! It's no longer safe here!"

"A parasite disguised as a middle-aged woman said calmly."

"The base in Shibuya Ward lost contact last night, and the body hasn't been found. We're in danger now!"

"Calm down, Tamiya."

A burly man sitting in the corner snorted coldly. His expression was stiff, and his eyes revealed arrogance and cruelty.

Miki, an anomaly with three parasitic beasts coexisting within her body, is also one of the preparatory forms of the ultimate creature "Goto".

"A bunch of naive, armed humans, and they've scared you like this?"

Miki stood up, his neck cracking as his arms instantly transformed into sharp blades in a wave-like motion.

"We're at the top of the food chain, the end of evolution! If they dare come, I'll cut their heads off one by one and use them as footballs!"

"madness."

Hirokawa Takeshi, sitting in the main seat, rubbed his temples and sighed deeply.

Although he was human, he was the only "brain" in this gathering of monsters.

"Miki, if only you could use some of your muscles for your brain."

Guangchuan stood up, walked to the map on the wall, and pointed heavily at several areas marked with red crosses.

"Do you think the enemy this time is the police? Or the Self-Defense Forces?"

"No. This time, the water is so deep that I can't even see the bottom."

Guangchuan's voice was low and suppressed.

"In the past few days, I have used all my connections in the political world to try to find out the details of this operation."

And what happened? The Metropolitan Police Department commissioner refused to see me, the Vice Minister of Defense hinted that I "shouldn't be courting death," and even my personal bank account was inexplicably frozen three times.

What does this tell us?

Hirokawa turned around, his gaze sweeping over every parasite present:

"This shows that the level of this force has far exceeded the jurisdiction of the Japanese government. They are cleaners who are above the law."

"In the face of absolute power and the machine of violence, your so-called physical abilities are nothing but a fart."

Hirokawa's words plunged the conference room into a deathly silence. Even the arrogant Miki, who had been so brazen just moments before, silently sheathed his blade, his face grim.

"Then what should we do, Mr. Hirokawa?" another parasite asked.

"Evacuate. Immediately, right now."

Hirokawa Takeshi made a decision.

"Abandon this base, disperse and go into hiding. Cut off all communication channels and go into silence. Wait until the heat dies down, or until that guy named Goto is fully mature..."

"Silence!"

Guangchuan clapped his hands, preparing to announce the specific evacuation route.

Our plan is—