Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 207 - 159: This guy is even crazier than Susan! _2

Chapter 207: Chapter 159: This guy is even crazier than Susan! _2

Brian nodded, "I really like your answers. Do you two want to get the top three spots in this training camp?"

Derek: ???

Melita: ???

...

Elsewhere.

The unsettled Kanchef watched Brian walk into the camp ahead and hurriedly took out his phone.

He dialed his colleague’s number, "Hey, it’s me, Kanchef. Keep a close eye on that new kid. No, no, I’m not worried about him being bullied. I’m worried he might cause trouble at the camp, just like Susan did!"

On the other end of the phone, his colleague’s lazy voice came through,

"Old pal, are you kidding me? He looks like a very amiable young man.

He’s already in. Wait, he must have said something, that guy from Germany, York, is about to strike... to strike.. FK, what strength, does this pretty boy have a beast hidden inside him? I need to check his file..."

Listening to his colleague’s muttering over the phone, Kanchef speechlessly settled into the driving seat.

He should have realized something was off when he saw the other guy inhale an entire cigarette in one breath.

Fortunately, the guy had just arrived and had not yet received any weapons.

But considering how the guy had schemed against him before, he probably wasn’t some brainless brute who would do something too outrageous.

It’s just unfortunate for this batch of elites.

A biting dog doesn’t bark.

This guy named Brian, he’s no good thing.

Kanchef had a premonition that Brian might cause even more headaches than Susan did before.

That Susan looked pretty and had a good figure, but when a few jerks started to catcall her, she almost shot them dead without caring about any rules or precious reagents, with an attitude of ’mess with me and I’ll kill you’.

It almost scared the Foreign Affairs Department cold.

If a massive infight really occurred in the camp, no matter how many people died, they would all be deemed negligent.

Luckily, the situation was eventually contained.

But who knows what might happen this time.

While he was pondering these headaches, his colleague from surveillance also provided feedback:

"Kanchef, you would never guess, this guy named Brian, he’s actually a civilian, an Autopsy Officer!

He had an unremarkable record before joining NW, and somehow got favored by that bitch, Lady Luck, after joining, earning continuous merits from NW and exchanging for numerous Enhancement Reagents.

Wait!

Damn!

I know why this guy is so formidable!

He also sorted out an S-class Mutant fugitive that had humiliated Los Angeles before, and for that, NW rewarded him with an S-T Cell Activation Injection Reagent, FK, this lucky guy, his body must have reacted perfectly to the S-T Cell Activation Injection Reagent!

An S-class reagent, oh!

I’ve worked for Night Demon Organization for decades and have been dreaming of trading for one!"

Listening to his colleague’s incessant chatter, Kanchef quickly hung up the phone.

Looking at his aged reflection in the rearview mirror, envy flickered in Kanchef’s eyes.

The S-T Cell Activation Injection Reagent is the highest achievement of Los Angeles NW, with a limited output every year. Even before they’re produced, they’re mostly snapped up through interest trades by the big shots, with only a very small additional production awarded to some lucky ones.

This stuff, which can further develop human potential, allowing a person to rapidly develop their physical potential to the limit, as well as repairing bodily injuries and activating cell vitality, increasing human lifespan, is much rarer than any special product of their Night Demon Organization!

Even as a minor supervisor at a Federation organization, spending a lifetime’s wealth might not get him similar stuff.

It’s not about affordability; it’s about eligibility.

Yet this guy, somehow stepping on some crazy luck, killed a fugitive and got it directly.

"FK!"

Kanchef irritably pulled out his pipe, fuming.

When would he ever encounter a fugitive that could disgrace Night Demon Organization and then kill him? His colleague was right; Lady Luck really is a bitch who only favors the handsome!

...

Evening.

Brian curiously watched the muscular man being airlifted by the helicopter.

His strike was too fierce, shattering half of the opponent’s cheek and damaging most of the facial nerves. The man had to be sent to the hospital for treatment and would likely need treatment reagent, otherwise, permanent damage was inevitable.

In other words, this guy named York had been effectively knocked out of the game by Brian’s single blow.

Until the helicopter had disappeared into the distance.

Brian then shifted his gaze to the two new underlings he’d just acquired, "Why haven’t those people returned yet?"

To better complete the tasks and accumulate performance points, and to avoid situations like Brian’s ruthless behavior, the first thing people generally did upon arriving was to form teams based on nationality and organization to prevent the unlucky situation of being eliminated one by one.

However, to maximize their performance points, only the strong formed groups, occupying the most comfortable rooms in the Ancient Castle.

The rest, battling for the remaining rooms of the Ancient Castle, couldn’t be bothered to team up unless there was a task that necessitated temporary teams.

According to the rules of the Night Demon Organization, only eighteen portions of food and supplies were provided within the Ancient Castle, and only eighteen people were allowed to stay.

So, those slightly less capable, like these four unlucky ones outside the Ancient Castle,

couldn’t even grab a room and had to rough it at this temporary camp.

In fact, they hardly managed to snatch any tasks,

since the temporarily formed teams didn’t want them.

But it didn’t matter much.

The main purpose of attending this training camp was to earn the right to exchange resources for rare reagents, not to hope for the free rewards given to the top three.

Thus, Brian’s actions, knocking someone out of the camp, were quite grave and could easily incite a mob attack.

...

Derek placed a bunch of nails in front of Brian, speaking with a worried tone, "Everyone’s busy chasing after people from the Original Sect. It could be very late before they return, or they might not come back at all.

Those guys from the Original Sect probably came over from France.

They attacked a Noble’s family.

Those black monkeys love pulling stunts like this. It lets them extort the Noble quietly, forcing them to provide some advanced scientific equipment.

But this time, the Night Demon Organization discovered their plan ahead of time.

According to the confessions of the captured believers, this operation by the Original Sect was linked to refining a reagent called Water of Reason.

The Night Demon Organization values this stuff highly and made a very good promise.

Unfortunately, during the operation, your team leader, Susan, fired too quickly, killing all of those Original Sect people, including the ones trying to surrender, blowing their heads off and breaking the trail of clues."

Melita, the woman with short hair, added, "Because of this, Susan angered many who wanted to earn high performance points from this mission. If they find out that Susan recommended you, they’re definitely going to be furious."

Brian fiddled with the handful of nails, casually saying, "There are just eighteen of them, right?"

Melita and the others nodded, "Yes, just eighteen, and they’re all armed with guns. If you plan to rely on hand-to-hand combat to subdue them, we’re not sure if there will be someone like your team leader who will just draw a gun and deal with you. Similar things have happened before."

"That’s not a problem!"

Brian tossed the nails in his hand, "I’ll have a good chat with them."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude,

Derek couldn’t help but ask, "Brian, can you share how you plan to help Melita and me also get into the top three?"

"Haven’t you figured it out?"

Brian looked at them strangely, "Just knock everyone else out of the game, then it’ll just be the three of us left, won’t we all be in the top three then?"

Derek:...

Melita:...

Damn, got on the wrong ship.

This guy is even crazier than Susan!