Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 221 - 165: Reward, Pseudo Bullet Time (Additional - 2 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)_3

Chapter 221: Chapter 165: Reward, Pseudo Bullet Time (Additional Chapter 2 for the Alliance Leader ’Praise of the Soul Reaper’)_3

Brian found this middling status untenable!

In the lab, however, no one paid attention to the earlier exposition; all eyes were drawn to the mention of Class S authority as discussed by the head of the Night Demon Organization.

Transplantation of Class S mutated organs not only required the use of rare and top-tier Rejection Serum but also the use of powerful Mutant Beast organs and limbs that needed a substantial amount of resources to stay viable.

Even within the Night Demon Organization, only the top-special agents had such eligibility.

It wasn’t about money anymore.

Under everyone’s puzzled gazes, Sandra’s mask-covered lips curled upward. Without explaining, she left the room.

Seeing this, the secretary chuckled, "Ladies and gentlemen, if the other party opts for a mutated organ transplantation, isn’t it reasonable for us to ensure his safety by collecting some of his body tissues, bone marrow... during the procedure?"

The people suddenly realized.

Such uncontaminated subjects were rare indeed!

Moreover, following the principle that Class S resources were to be kept confidential, if one wished to receive enhancements, they must join the Night Demon Organization or become a specially appointed officer.

Eventually, the flesh is confined to the pot, gaining formidable combat power for nothing.

These play-Z people are really devious.

...

Elsewhere,

Brian, with great patience, waited for over half an hour and finally received notification of approval.

Again by subway,

they arrived at a heavily guarded cold storage warehouse.

An elderly white man led Brian alone to a location similar to a bank vault, presenting on a liquid crystal screen.

"As per the agreement, you can pick any three reagents from above, but I recommend you choose the mutated organ transplantation. It can make your vitality extremely strong and enhance your combat capabilities a lot..."

Brian scanned the screen.

Not only were there ’Neural Activation Reagent’ and ’Troll Reagent’, which Susan had exchanged, but also many other specialized enhancement reagents.

Most overlapped with the NW Organization’s research.

But what attracted him the most was still the mutated organ transplantation surgery.

Available for his selection were not only some special tissues from Mutants but also two samples from Mutant Beasts.

Tissue One: Eagle Eye, vision up to twenty kilometers, night vision, dynamic vision... requiring nerves...

Tissue Two: Bull muscle, massive strength, high explosion... requiring bone density.. muscle density...

Brian pointed to the two tissues on the screen, "Can these be transplanted into me?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, but if you choose this, you must sign a contract to become a specially appointed officer of the Night Demon Organization, and you must accept one reasonable mission assignment per year, of course, the corresponding salary will be provided as per standard."

He seemed very hopeful that Brian would choose this.

He even exceptionally opened some videos for Brian to watch, showing mosaic videos of men and women before, during, and after their transformations.

Some specialized Reformers, in single abilities, such as speed, or sense of smell, dynamic vision, strength, etc., were even stronger than Brian currently.

But collectively...

None was competent in combat.

The key issue was that the implantation and rejection resolution process required the surgeon to be fully anesthetized, bare, and vulnerable.

Fortunately, Susan did not undergo this transformation!

Brian directly refused the old man’s recommendation, "No need, I’ll take ’Neural Activation Reagent’, ’Troll Reagent’, and this ’Vision Enhancement Reagent’."

"Alright, but you need to inject them on-site in the observation room."

"No problem."

Brian happily agreed.

...

Moments later,

he appeared in a white room with a large glass cylindrical nutritional tank placed inside.

In case of an emergency, immediate medical response was possible here.

Quite thoughtful.

Brian first injected the ’Vision Enhancement Reagent’ into his body.

His tissues immediately isolated the liquid that had entered his body, storing most of it and only allowing a small part for Brian’s body to absorb.

Brian could feel the reagent acting on the minute cells in his eyes, but the effect was negligible.

He decided on the spot to take the reagent back for Shi San to use.

The second one was the ’Troll Reagent’.

The effect was still minimal.

Brian wasn’t sure if this was because he was a Mutant, or if his body was simply too strong, resulting in a minimal effect from the reagent.

The ’Troll Reagent’ remained sealed.

With hopeful anticipation, Brian injected the target of his visit, the ’Neural Activation Reagent’, into his body.

This time, the effect was noticeable.

Brian could feel a distinct change at the endpoints of his neural connections, even sensing that the already quick speed of his thought processes and coordination with his body had enhanced.

This meant the speed of neural information from his brain to his body had increased!

"Useful!"

Brian took a deep breath and immediately absorbed all of the ’Neural Activation Reagent’.

More than ten minutes later, he finally opened his eyes.

Brian got up, wanting to grab something to test his response speed, only to be shocked to find some discordance in his senses.

To be precise.

As soon as he thought of walking, his legs moved, but his muscle memory didn’t keep up, causing a sensation of stepping into void.

Relying on his body control,

Brian’s second step was normal.

He felt exhilarated; his body seemed to have less lag, more advanced.

He picked up an empty test tube from the room and tossed it into the air casually.

In Brian’s keen vision, the test tube seemed to enter a slow-motion realm, falling bit by bit, crystal-clear.

Excitedly, he swiftly grasped it, his hand so fast it left a slight afterimage, accurately pinching the bottom of the test tube.

"Interesting!"

Reaction speed is hard to quantify.

In this area, Brian had been average, so he didn’t care that there were monitors around. Without using Supercomputer Perception assistance, relying purely on his reaction speed, he went all out.

He threw several test tubes into the air at once, then his hands moved like Shadowless Hand, catching them all precisely and putting them back in their place.

Only when he challenged himself with nine test tubes at once did Brian make a mistake, failing to catch the last test tube in time, letting it fall to the floor.

"Thrilling!"

Brian felt joy in his heart.

This nerve reaction speed, combined with strong physical fitness, body control, supercomputer perception, and Eagle Eye’s dynamic vision, seemed like he could try Fake Bullet Time now!

The real Bullet Time!