Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 210 - 161: Difficult to Handle? Then Don’t Bother at All! (Two in One)_2

Chapter 210: Chapter 161: Difficult to Handle? Then Don’t Bother at All! (Two in One)_2

With their physical condition, if they fought barehanded, even four against one would absolutely result in being crushed. Only the guns in their hands gave them a slight sense of safety.

"Are you planning to eliminate yourselves?"

Brian, targeted by four guns, nonchalantly tossed the iron nail in his hand, "Why not try and see, whether my nail will pierce through your necks first, or your bullets will hit my body first?"

The area was full of big trees, and with his speed, he didn’t care about the mere four pistols.

Among the four, the strongest one stifled his anger and holstered his pistol,

"Stop it, we were admittedly rude earlier and offended Susan, and she did teach us a lesson!

You’ve single-handedly disposed of Matsushita Yoshiko and Cortes, offending Japan’s Ninja Sect and France’s Sword and Musket group. If you forcefully eliminate us now, even the NW group won’t protect you!"

Another nodded, "This camp has been established for over fifty years, and less than ten people have been directly eliminated. Even Susan only taught us a lesson previously. These are the unspoken rules; trampling on them will only harm yourself!"

Others watching also nodded silently.

While the camp rules allowed for no shooting and no physical organ damage, everyone was here to exchange for the rare resources from the Night Demon Organization, not to fight to the death.

Unless there was already a grudge, everyone would tacitly abide by these unspoken rules.

Seeing the four looking fearful, Brian smirked lightly, casually removed his glasses, threw them on the ground, and crushed them with his foot, "Rules are merely protection for the weak, never a constraint for the strong. If you’re scared, I’ll give you a chance..."

"What chance?"

"Three seconds. If you all together can block me for three seconds, I’ll let you go."

The four exchanged glances, nodded, "Okay!"

They all put away their pistols, ready to make a last stand!

Firing the gun meant certain elimination.

A fight might still offer a chance!

It’s only three seconds!

In their respective organizations, none of them were mediocre. They couldn’t believe that together, they couldn’t withstand this pretty boy for three seconds!

..

The moment they nodded.

Brian’s feet tapped lightly, and he instantly covered a distance of five or six meters, appearing in front of the nearest man, and, with no technique but sheer power and momentum, smashed a punch down.

The burst of speed was too fast.

Even though Brian had held back most of his speed and strength, by the time the physically enhanced man processed it, the punch had already hit his shoulder.

"Ah!"

With a scream and a flailing figure, Brian was already in front of another man, his right leg chopping down like a battle-axe on his arms that shielded his chest.

The man’s hardened arms visibly dented and broke, then he was sent flying.

In front of this terrifying burst of speed,

the so-called teamwork of the four turned into a joke.

The remaining two exchanged glances and turned to run.

Seeing this, Brian casually tossed a handful of iron nails, then his hands moved so fast they created numerous afterimages in the air.

The nails, falling like meteors ripping through the night, precisely hit the escaping two all around, turning them into porcupines as they screamed and fell to the ground.

This wildly cool scene not only stunned everyone present but also those from the Night Demon Organization’s Foreign Affairs Department who were monitoring the area.

Was this a juggling act?

They had never seen anyone use nails up close in a way that was even more outrageous than a pistol, akin to an automatic rifle.

In their eyes, the most formidable with hidden weapons was Matsushita Yoshiko, who, before being crushed and severely injured by Brian, was like a dog getting hit.

But even her darts and the Cross-shaped Dart couldn’t compare to Brian.

Looking at the silent scene,

Brian shook his slightly aching hands, stretched out three fingers, "Three seconds, two breaths, I’m a man who honors his promises. Congratulations, you get to stay."

But all he got in response were the groaning sounds from four people.

The first man’s right shoulder bones were entirely smashed, half of his body numb. If he endured, he could still make it through the next few days.

The second man’s arms broke, and ribs in his chest cracked a lot, but if he endured, he’d also survive the next few days.

The remaining two, who tried to flee, were immediately nailed into porcupines by Brian.

Although Brian deliberately controlled the nails to avoid vital areas, the numerous wounds, if not promptly treated, could bleed out or cause tetanus, costing them their lives.

These two cowards who tried to escape would have to leave early if they didn’t want to die.

...

At that moment,

a group dressed in medical attire arrived at the camp with stretchers and emergency equipment.

Upon inquiry,

the Japanese woman, the French Caucasian man, and the two unfortunate souls turned into porcupines were rushed away for emergency care.

The remaining two requested pain relievers, prepared to endure.

Unfortunately, Brian didn’t give them any face, "You can have some medicines to prevent bone necrosis, but no pain relief allowed. Otherwise, I’ll beat you once a day."

If this place weren’t full of cameras, just for the bravado these bastards showed towards Susan would have been enough to seal their fate.

He had taken down so many from the FBI, and absolutely didn’t care about the organizations and families behind these people.