Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 144 - 126: Outlaw Lunatic, Art is an Explosion!

Chapter 144: Chapter 126: Outlaw Lunatic, Art is an Explosion!

Watching the drone swarm overhead.

Brian smirked lightly, his Eagle Eye enhancing his vision so every drone hidden in the darkness was not only visible but also appeared to slow down.

Under Supercomputer Perception.

A flood of data surged into his mind.

As soon as the drones got within the extreme range of about 800 meters from his rifle,

Brian shouldered his automatic rifle and pulled the trigger.

The technicians controlling the drones snickered as they watched the tall, thin clown with the mask on the surveillance screen actually pull the trigger at such a distance: "This idiot must’ve been scared silly by the sound of the drone swarm, firing wildly into the pitch-black sky."

"Indeed, pretty stupid, this bastard made us work overtime through the night. I hope those monsters from the Hunting Team can torture this prey a bit more before they catch him."

His companion agreed, but then noticed the one who first spoke staring blankly at the control screen.

He hurriedly looked at the screen and was petrified as well.

On the densely-packed drone feeds, more than twenty screens had gone black, and the count was still rising.

"Evacuate!"

"Quick, evacuate!"

The drone swarm commander, seeing the stunned expressions of his subordinates, roared.

On the beach.

Brian, controlled like a robot by the constantly refining parameters from his Supercomputer Perception, crazily titled his bullets, turning each precise night drone into a target, bursting them one by one.

The power of the automatic rifle was exploited to the fullest by Brian, the flesh-and-blood mechanical monster!

In the blink of an eye.

Three magazines emptied.

The swarm of hundreds of drones was reduced to just over thirty surviving ones, retreating in disarray, no longer daring to approach anywhere within a kilometer of this area.

Casually discarding the empty magazines, he loaded new ones.

Brian’s gaze shifted to the figures rapidly rushing his way and he took out a high-explosive hand grenade with one hand.

Supercomputer Perception + Eagle Eye dynamic vision enhancement.

A barrage of data poured into his mind.

Wind speed...

Target velocity...

High-explosive hand grenade blast radius...

Detonation timing...

...

Three seconds later, Brian pulled the pin of the grenade with one hand, timed it perfectly, and his right hand suddenly expanded. His muscles snapped like springs, rippling in waves, accumulating all the force in his palm gripping the high-explosive hand grenade.

With a whoosh,

A high-explosive hand grenade arced through the night sky, flying a staggering distance of over three hundred meters. Drifting slightly under the influence of the night wind, it began its descent.

The next moment.

Two expressionless Hunting Team members, creating deep pits in the sandy ground with their steps, rushed to the spot where the grenade was falling.

"What?"

Their reactions were swift. They spotted the falling high-explosive hand grenade at the first instance.

Such superhuman reflexes let them see clearly instead of dying in ignorance, witnessing the grenade’s exterior crack open and steel balls shooting out.

Boom~

Amidst a spray of flames, two mangled bodies, clad in heavy exoskeleton armor, slammed heavily onto the sand.

"Fire support!"

The trained members of the Hunting Team couldn’t wait to get into the optimal range, they lifted the heavy weapons slung on their exoskeletons and pulled the trigger in the direction of where Brian was.

Equipped with aiming algorithms of the exoskeleton,

they maintained precise pre-emptive targeting even while moving at high speeds.

Faced with a hail of bullets covering four to five hundred meters, a light smile curled up under Brian’s mask; his streamlined legs suddenly powered up, propelling his form towards a pile of rocks behind him.

In midair, his automatic rifle spat flames.

Three members of the Hunting Team jerked their heads back, fell to the ground without a sound.

"Strong firepower."

After landing, Brian glanced at the bullets being squeezed out of his thighs and arms, changed to a new magazine, and, listening to the rhythm of gunfire outside, pulled out two high-explosive hand grenades and blindly threw them.

Under Precise Throwing,

his grenades, as if equipped with automatic guidance, accurately landed amidst the densest cluster of bullets and Hunting Team members.

Several screams followed.

The Hunting Team was reduced in number once more.

Feeling the pressure of gunfire lessen,

Brian didn’t hesitate; he rolled out from behind the rocks and began shooting at the enemies in view while rapidly adjusting his aim. Dozens of bullets, at a firing rate of 950 rounds per minute, streamed evenly into the bodies of three figures ahead.

Within about ten seconds.

A quarter of the 24-man combat squad was dead or injured.

...

"Ha ha ha!"

Brian retracted back into the rocks, laughing heartily as he looked at the bullet holes in his chest, his eyes bloodthirstily wild.

He spat out a bullet that had hit his cheek, allowing the meat buds on his body to heal the wounds, switched to a new magazine, braved the bullet stream, and returned fire at the remaining personnel.

Whenever the sound of gunfire drew close, two more hand grenades were thrown with precision.

If not for the last of his rational restraint, Brian would have wanted to throw the VX Poison Gas Bombs from his belt, to let those bastards who ganged up on him experience the despair of biotechnology.

By the time Brian had used up all the magazines for his automatic rifle and thrown all his high-explosive hand grenades,

there was no more movement ahead.

The remaining members of the combat squad, pressed by the gunfire, had also finished their ammo belts and curled up.

FBI Hunting Team headquarters.

The old man watched as one by one the lights of combat units went out, shaking with rage.

He picked up the communicator, and roared, "Load the High Explosive Bombs, blow him up, blow him up!!!"

The loss of so many elite, resource-intensive recruits in an instant meant that even as a supervisor, he would face severe punishment from the organization.

Message received.

The remaining members of the Hunting Team saw the bitterness in each other’s eyes.

They were always the ones to overpower Mutants with gunfire; in fact, most of the time, they preferred to engage directly, disliking the use of firearms.

That way, they could capture their prey alive and receive the maximum reward.

They had never seen a Mutant with such exaggerated individual combat capability.

When did those pests, constantly assaulted by their own rationality, get so good at using modern weaponry!

Even if they were fearful and had been made afraid by their prey,

this group of brainwashed killing machines didn’t hesitate to switch their exoskeleton mode, equip grenade launcher-like emitters, and connect the ammo boxes on their backs to the launchers.

"Currently, three hundred and eighty meters ahead, execute carpet bombing."

At the command,

more than a dozen large-caliber bullets, the size of baby fists, arced through the air and covered the rocky hideout where Brian was concealed with precision.

Rumble~

Amidst the dazzling firelight of the high-explosive detonation, sand and rocks were scattered about.

No carbon-based life could survive in such dense explosions!

In order to preserve any remaining limbs,

This group didn’t launch a second round of high-explosive bombs.

The elder at the base also stared fixedly at the chaotic pile of rocks under the Oden projection, where flames and debris were flying.

That pest had been hiding at a corner spot before.

There, the stones above obstructed the view, and not even satellites could penetrate it.

He could see clearly!

The opponent was done for!

Just then,

a technician below exclaimed in alarm, "Behind us, the prey is behind us."

The elder was shocked, immediately shifting his gaze to look behind the hunting team, only to see a lean and sharp claw break through the sand, slowly revealing an upper body wearing a maniacally laughing clown mask...

"No!!!"

The elder roared.

...

Silently, Brian emerged from the sandy soil, pulling out his pistol and moving with dance steps like a specter, appearing behind the remaining members of the hunting team.

He whistled at everyone, emitting a shrill, ambiguous voice: "What are you waiting for?"

These men were truly elite—several of them, without even looking back, scattered forward while trying to turn their launchers and fire high-explosive bombs backward.

Two others, even more heroic, did not hesitate to shield their bodies, trying to buy time for their comrades.

Their reactions, under Brian’s dynamic vision, were laughably slow.

He pulled the trigger.

As the saying goes, beyond seven steps, quick with a gun; within seven steps, both fast and accurate!

Bang bang bang~

The pistol was fired by Brian, making the noise of an automatic rifle.

At such close range,

these men had barely made their movements when they were all precisely shot in the head, tumbling to the ground as rolling corpses.

External skeletons, after all, are not mechas.

They can’t stop bullets!

...

Looking at the bodies on the ground,

Brian took a deep, fascinated breath.

What wonderful smells of gunpowder and blood.

Surrounding me?

You’ll all die!

Exhilarating!

How exhilarating!

"Come on! Bastards! Look me in the eye! Keep coming!"

Brian roared wildly at the unknown satellite above.

The nameless fire from before, along with this roar, was thoroughly vented.

Brian’s body, filled with an intense to the point of almost black, restless unknown energy, also subsided with this roar, its hue turning even deeper.

"Huff huff huff~"

Having calmed down, Brian replaced his magazine, and while the armed helicopters hadn’t yet been deployed, he began finishing off the wounded and clearing the battlefield.

Dead or not,

Seeing a person, Brian would send a bullet to the head.

With his body control, very few traces were left on the scene, and with some blood-stained bullets and sand, and the beach nearby, destruction was very simple.

After a search,

Brian, with several unidentified reagents and two Obsession Little Balls as spoils, stood back on the charred and crater-filled pile of rocks and made a throat-slitting gesture towards the sky.

...

"Arrogance!"

"Such arrogance!"

The elder at the base was so angry that he smashed his communicator.

Under the pressure of the great Federation, how could there be such a lawless thug!

How dare he provoke the FBI like this!

The old man, red-faced with rage, walked to the railing and bellowed below, "Send a message to the nearest Marine base, requesting their assistance with armed helicopters and boats to hunt down..."

Before he could finish,

He clutched his head and collapsed, apparently having a cerebral hemorrhage from the rage caused by Brian’s brazen actions...

...

Elsewhere.

After discarding all heavy gear except for the VX poison gas bomb and the spoils, Brian, like a fish, continually adjusted his body position, swimming underwater towards the nearest urban area at the highest speed.

With the ability to alter his height and appearance,

Once he reached an area populated with people,

He wasn’t worried about the hunt that followed!

Half an hour later,

Brian, armed with only a weapon belt and nothing else, snuck into a seaside villa, found suitable clothing, and after a short walk turned into a short, fat Caucasian middle-aged man. He stole an old car and, firing it up, drove towards Los Angeles.

By five a.m.,

after changing a few modes of transport, Brian finally returned to his safe house.

After cleaning up any traces on him and setting up booby traps at the entrance, he hid the VX poison gas bomb and, with the spoils confirmed not tracked, left the safe house he wouldn’t return to for some time.

The VX poison gas bomb is a strictly forbidden weapon of mass destruction.

Before the bodies in the sewer were discovered,

Brian did not want to expose himself...

...

At eight in the morning,

Autopsy Officer Mr. Brian styled his hair, donned an expensive custom suit, and pinned an NW Action Department badge on his lapel, then put on a tie and sprayed himself with a seduction perfume he compounded with his enhanced sense of smell, securing an Action Department watch on his wrist.

Looking at the suavely dressed beast in the mirror,

Brian nodded with satisfaction.

He whistled and, with Shi San who had just woken up from a hangover and was still unsteady on his feet, stepped out spiritedly.

Without the pest to bother him,

The world was beautiful indeed.

A pleasant day had begun.