Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 120 - 105: Say Thank You! (5700 words mega - , two-in-one)_3

Chapter 120: Chapter 105: Say Thank You! (5700 words mega Chapter, two-in-one)_3

After ensuring that this guy would be left with enough psychological trauma,

Brian nonchalantly pulled out his gun, wiped off his saliva from Ahmed’s body, stood up to reload, and looked towards the woman next to Ahmed, "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

The woman calmly said,

"Ahmed received a message.

You captured the poisoner.

Your team leader Susan, along with the perpetrator and headquarters’ members, went to the site of poison production and isn’t at the office.

So, under his assistant’s advice, Ahmed deliberately came here causing trouble, planning to use you to threaten Susan and split some of the credit with him."

The people behind the woman, revealing their purpose, felt a bit embarrassed as they picked up their guns and massaged their hands, but none of them cared about Ahmed on the ground.

It was obvious.

They had almost no sense of belonging towards their new leader, Ahmed.

Brian looked at the woman somewhat surprised, "You’re quite frank."

"It’s the truth, but still, thank you for the compliment."

For the first time the woman cracked a smile,

"Ahmed is stupid, and the assistant he brought is both dumb and repulsive. Being led by such people is irresponsible towards our lives.

We originally wanted to overthrow him through team leader Susan’s intervention, but we didn’t expect your B6 team to have someone as ruthless as you."

At this, Brian was a tad speechless.

This mess sounded like a clueless second-generation rich boy, under the equally stupid advice of an assistant, committing such a foolhardy act.

The only reason Brian dared to be so arrogant was because this place was the B6 team’s workspace.

There were codes to follow.

Unless someone from NW internal affairs came with a signed warrant,

no one else dared to cause trouble here as they had the right to retaliate.

As long as no lives were lost, it wouldn’t count as a significant incident.

From this, it was clear that the seasoned operatives of team A1 genuinely disliked the newly appointed Ahmed to not forewarn him of these unwritten rules.

Because unless Susan, the leader of B6, decided to not take action,

even if Ahmed had influential family, he would still face an inquiry from NW internal affairs and wouldn’t be able to stay in NW.

...

"Alright."

Brian holstered his gun, "Where’s Ahmed’s assistant?"

The woman pointed towards the door of the team leader’s office behind Brian, "He was the first to make a move, and your tall colleague threw him into the office."

Ivan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Had I known you guys were just putting on a show, I would’ve drawn my gun and killed that foul-mouthed bastard too!"

He and Glenn, they hadn’t faced such a situation before.

If it weren’t for old Hardenn and female colleague Edna being there, they would’ve drawn their guns much earlier!

"Alright then!" Brian looked at the messy office, picked up a coffee from a desk, and somewhat impatiently went over to the unconscious Ahmed, splashing the coffee on Ahmed’s bloody cheek.

Under the stimulus of the drink,

Ahmed was painfully roused to consciousness.

He first swept his gaze around in a daze and when his eyes met Brian’s, he frantically scuttled back, clumsily climbing up from the floor to hide behind his subordinates, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I’ll talk..."

Due to a big hole in his mouth, his words were slurred.

Brian shrugged, wiping off the blood spattered on his face, and spoke in a calm tone, "Captain Ahmed, you’re mistaken. We’re all civilized people here, why would we kill our own? I was merely using some excessive means to advise you that smoking is harmful to your health."

"I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t smoke again, my mouth hurts, I need to see a doctor!"

Seeing that Brian had no intention of continuing his assault, Ahmed, covering his wound, wanted to flee the place, and couldn’t care less about even his confidant’s life or death.

"Wait a second!"

Brian stopped Ahmed who was trying to escape.

Ahmed was terrified by Brian’s previous crazy actions.

He didn’t dare to gamble on aggravating a madman as to whether he could leave alive, and could only obediently turn back, enduring the fear and sharp pain in his cheek.

Brian walked towards Ahmed.

As he passed by,

Ahmed’s subordinates quickly cleared a path.

Looking up at Brian, who was a head taller than he was and staring down at him, Ahmed felt his recently uncontrollable bladder about to give way again.

He didn’t even dare to continue making eye contact with Brian, letting the fresh blood run down onto the collar of his expensive handmade suit, and trembled, "Is there anything else?"

"Being polite is important," Brian emitted his Biological Field, enveloping Ahmed, and flashed a benevolent smile, "When someone advises you against smoking, say ’thank you.’"

In an instant,

Ahmed felt as if an invisible hand was clenching his heart.

He stupidly said, "Thank you."

"Good," Brian nodded, "Go see a doctor, and next time, don’t smoke so arrogantly on someone else’s turf."

Not until Brian had walked away

did a thoroughly frightened Ahmed, spurred by his subordinates, vacantly and mechanically depart the premises.

...

"Brian, are your gun skills really this good?"

The recovering Glenn, his face swollen like a pig’s, watched blankly on the monitor as Brian accurately shot the handguns out of fifteen men’s hands, as if witnessing a divine act.

He prided himself on his shooting skills being top-notch in the police force.

But compared to Brian’s skills, his were like a child playing with a water pistol, not worth mentioning.

Ivan and old Hardenn nodded in agreement.

Though Brian had often been at the shooting range, accurate though slow, he had never demonstrated his real-time gun skills in front of them during combat.

Brian shrugged, "Can’t help it, a man might be poor at everything else, but he absolutely can’t be poor in gun skills."

The two exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

Along with naive clerk Edna, old foxes Hardenn and Ivan also joined in the laughter.

After several incidents,

This newly established group for just over a month finally had some cohesion.

...

Meanwhile,

Susan, a bit distracted and conflicted about how to confront Brian later, walked out of the parking lot.

Her emotions were complex.

Shocked and elated, with a hint of bashfulness.

Shocked because headquarters confirmed that the man Brian had caught was indeed the poisoner.

The suspect was initially a bird trainer in a circus, but he concocted this revenge scheme after his father was killed by a drug-addicted robber.

He aimed to kill all drug addicts in Los Angeles!

Unfortunately, he encountered Brian, a formidable opponent, otherwise even if caught later, many drug addicts and innocent people would have died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

This averted a major disaster.

The B6 task force, fortunate amidst misfortune, received commendation from headquarters.

Team Leader Susan was also likely to earn the NW Action Department’s Annual Best Team Leader title, a credential promising future advancement.

Although Susan wasn’t concerned about titles, she still felt a bit proud of the achievement.

Only...

Whenever Susan thought about Brian’s previous mention of a kiss, she felt a bit... How could this damn guy be so formidable, actually catching the elusive murderer overnight!

Thinking of returning to find a man and his dog sleeping soundly on the office couch,

Susan admitted, she was moved.

She touched the oral cleaning spray she had purposely bought on her way back, took a deep breath, and decided to assert her dominance in front of her male subordinates later, not letting go of the face as the team leader!

Just then,

A group with strange expressions, escorting a man with stiff movements and a big hole on his face, walked towards the parking lot.

As the two parties met,

Susan’s eyes narrowed, her hand already touching the handle of the revolver at her waist: "Ahmed, what are you doing appearing on my turf?"

Aside from a confidant standing next to Ahmed, his face bruised, the group tactfully stepped back, letting Ahmed and his aide through.

Ahmed:...

At this moment, he felt utterly helpless.