Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 220 - 165: The Reward, Pseudo Bullet Time (Additional - 2 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)_2

Chapter 220: Chapter 165: The Reward, Pseudo Bullet Time (Additional Chapter 2 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)_2

"We’ve always had a good relationship with the Night Demon Organization, don’t worry."

"Yeah, I’ll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Susan tossed her phone aside, picked up the chubby Shi San, and flopped onto the bed kicking her legs: "Brian is so awesome!!!"

Meanwhile, Brian handed his phone back to the hook-nosed man: "Hurry up!"

Hook Nose put away the phone, a bit envious, "It seems you have a good relationship with the girl of this generation in the Adams family."

"Are you envious?"

"Who wouldn’t be? Susan Adams, of this generation, has seven males, she’s the youngest and the only girl, pampered and adored. If you could win her over, you could save yourself at least fifty years of struggle."

Hook Nose’s mouth soured the more he spoke.

If Susan didn’t have this background, they would never have indulged each other like this.

In the United States, the Adams family can only be considered second-tier, but they originate from the old British Commonwealth, an old Noble family lineage before being displaced to the New World due to some conflicts and managing to rise again.

Old Noble marriages were frequent back then.

Basically, everyone could claim some sort of familial relation.

It’s just that the Adams family is low-profile, that’s why their name isn’t as well-known.

Indeed, such an old family with a rich history and money, is more welcomed in the British Commonwealth, a land that values bloodline traditions.

...

It must have been for Susan’s sake.

In the following part, Hook Nose was much more amiable.

First, were tests of speed, reaction, and strength.

Using only half of his power and speed, Brian still drew gasps of amazement from Hook Nose and others watching.

Looking at the data panel on the laptop, Hook Nose was somewhat conflicted: "Mr. Brian, according to our field investigation and the information provided by Supervisor Kanchef, your strength should exceed a ton."

Brian shook his head: "It’s all about the technique of exerting force. Have you played with whips?"

"A bit."

"Watch this!"

After saying that, Brian took a deep breath; his muscles and joints slowly transferred force from his heel, layer by layer, accelerating until with the sound of bones rubbing, the force traveled to his right fist. With a faint explosive noise, he smashed it onto the testing device.

Thud—a muffled sound.

The entire strength-testing machine vibrated.

This time, the displayed data jumped directly from over six hundred kilograms to one thousand two hundred and thirty kilograms, nearly doubling!

"It’s incredible!"

Hook Nose exclaimed.

Brian shrugged: "It requires some combat experience and familiarity with the body’s tissues. I happen to be an Autopsy Officer with some natural talent in fighting. However, this way of exerting force puts a lot of strain on the body. I can only do it a few times before getting exhausted."

"That is still very impressive."

Hook Nose looked at Brian with a bit more respect.

Next up.

Was drawing blood, x-rays...

Being gifted with Body Control and Pheromone Control, Brian was not scared at all and controlled his information transmission.

He had anticipated such a situation and studied these things.

Actually, this was what Brian couldn’t quite understand:

Why did his uncle Billy want him to climb up within the NW organization? Didn’t he know about these organizations’ tests for ’purity’?

Or was it that in his uncle’s mind, as long as he got in touch with the old man’s organization, there would be a way to resolve his concerns in this regard?

If it was the latter...

Brian felt uneasy to think too deeply about it.

...

During the wait.

Night Demon Organization, research lab.

Several scientists in white coats, using the most sophisticated instruments, reported to a masked man after analyzing the blood and cell tissues sent to them:

"Senator Sandra, the target’s cell vitality is about fifty percent higher than that of an average person, with no Mutation genetic information chain found.

Traces of Enhancement Reagent are found in the target’s bodily fluids.

The subject seems to have been injected with a large amount of the Enhancement Reagent recently, matching the records.

Furthermore, we have performed three sets of tests on the subject’s cells. We’ve extracted remnants of the Primordial Blood substance, which should be the main reason for the unusual cell activity.

If nothing goes wrong, his body will become stronger in the next few months, and there is hope for him to become a First Rank lifeform."

"First Rank lifeform..."

The masked man, Sandra, showed eyes filled with envy.

Young, strong, potential...

He turned to his secretary: "How is he?"

The secretary probably had prepared in advance, reverently reported: "An orphan with a gangster background, engaged in some illegal adult industry work during his school years, has a pair of seriously ill foster parents but they’re currently not in the United States; we lack information about them. According to the urgent intel we received, Brian has a keen intuition for cases, has made multiple donations to the Children’s House, and has shown compassion towards some victims..."

Many details unknown to Brian’s colleagues were reported to the masked man.

Hearing about illegal adult industry work, sponsorships, and compassion, Sandra shook his head in disappointment: "Forget it, this man isn’t suitable to be my daughter’s husband. Tell the research lab to give him full access to the A-Class Reagent, and if he wants a mutated organ transplant, grant him S-Level access!"

His daughter’s husband had to be either average in ability, easy to control, or extraordinary in ability with high potential, selfish, and without a useless good heart.

That way, whether through intimidation or temptation, he could keep them under control.