Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 222 - 166: A Master? This is Just a Threshold Standing Before Me!

Chapter 222: Chapter 166: A Master? This is Just a Threshold Standing Before Me!

"Why is his fusion with the reagent so high?"

Inside the observation room, a group of biological experts were somewhat surprised by the neural reaction speed displayed by Brian on the monitor.

Because each person’s physique is different, their tolerance to reagents varies; hence, after injecting the same reagent, the effects produced are also somewhat different.

But the disparity here, at most, equates to a full score of one hundred percent—with a few falling below the passing mark, most hovering around the threshold, and a very select few scoring ninety or even a hundred percent.

And Brian, had achieved a score of one hundred twenty percent!

This was the shock that these biological researchers were feeling.

"Perhaps the cellular activity inside the target’s body is too high."

An elder, flipping through the collected data and testing results of Brian, clapped his hands:

"The previous data of target Brian was close to the limit that an ordinary person could achieve.

Now that he has injected three types of rare Class A enhancement reagents, I suspect he has completely broken through the limits of ordinary people, reaching the strength of a First Rank Mutant.

Issue the order, send out the Demon Hunting A Team.

I want to test the target’s combat ability now."

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man, dressed out of place here, showed signs of difficulty: "Director Yana, Brian is a sequence staff member of the NW action department, and his recommender is a scion of the Adams family. If we do this, there could be problems afterward that may be difficult to explain."

The elder who had spoken, his eagle eyes looking at the middle-aged man: "I am the chief here, follow the orders!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged had fulfilled his duty to caution and wasted no more words, turning to leave the place.

...

The security room.

Brian quickly adapted to his state, ensuring that his information was collected and recorded here without being excessively out of standard; he then cleaned himself, got dressed, and prepared to leave.

He did not like these enclosed underground bases.

Whether it was the headquarters of the NW Organization or the headquarters of the Night Demon Organization, he disliked both!

These kinds of places, not only enclosed, but also equipped with various modern automated defense systems and gates, not to mention surveillance cameras everywhere—it would be impossible to escape in the event of a conflict, even with his current strength, which would easily allow him to kill everyone here.

Brian suspected that only characters from Marvel would have a chance to escape from such a place.

Outside the security room.

The man with the hawk-nose who had guided Brian before was waiting outside.

Seeing Brian come out, he immediately revealed a kind smile: "Mr. Brian, did everything go smoothly?"

Brian nodded: "Not bad, I feel like my strength has greatly improved."

If the data here would be transmitted to NW as Susan said, he believed that, upon his return, NW would grant him the status and authority he deserved.

The man with the hawk-nose looked envious: "Sometimes I regret not joining the front-line action team. It’s only when you get older that you realize how bland a bit of money and power are in the face of your weakening body."

Sufficient for some, lacking for others.

It was only after age had caught up with them, people like the hawk-nose man realized they had completely missed the ticket to board the ship of the new era.

Brian doesn’t care about these things: "Buddy, maybe you can impart your experience to your descendants, but for now, I want to go back."

"Do you need to go through a combat test?"

The hawk-nose man shifted the topic, hinting: "Our Night Demon Organization has always advocated for various exchanges with allied organizations for mutual progress. If you perform exceptionally during the test, you might also improve your field rank within the NW Organization."

"I don’t need to!", Brian’s bright eyes narrowed, staring straight at the man with the hawk-nose: "I want to leave right now!"

"Alright, I’ll take you out now."

The man with the hawk-nose nodded naturally and led the way.

Everything here required access authorization nearly every section of the passage. Should there be a problem anywhere, it would ensure the overall structural safety. It was very similar to the NW Organization’s headquarters.

The two retraced their steps.

Just as Brian arrived at the area where his clothes and belongings were stored, a group of twelve armed plainclothes agents, seven men and five women, simultaneously descended from another train.

...

Seeing these twelve people, the hawk-nose man stopped: "Captain Arthur, was the mission successful?"

The bald and burly leader looked up, and seeing it was the hawk-nose man, he nodded indifferently: "Is the guy behind you new?"

The hawk-nose man shook his head, introducing to the group: "This is a trainee from the Los Angeles NW Organization, who’s had some luck assisting the organization in finding some rare resources. He’s just completed enhancement with three Class A reagents and is preparing to leave."

"Oh?"

The bald man seemed intrigued and together with his team, they all turned to look at Brian—who was well-proportioned and handsome—standing behind the hawk-nose man.

Brian sighed: "Your acting is awful. I’m just an autopsy officer who loves peace, prefers safe logistical work, and not skilled in combat. There’s no need for you to cling to me."

No sooner had he said this.

The expressions of the others all became subtly different.

The aloof look on the bald man’s face turned into a sneer: "I heard early this morning about a cocky guy who came to the external camp, threatened our Night Demon Organization with some juggling tricks. I’m really annoyed with him!"

"Oh."

Brian twisted his neck: "And who are you?"

His patience was nearly gone.

"Arthur!", the bald man’s gaze was filled with aggression: "The captain of the Night Demon Action Department’s Demon Hunting A Team!"

Brian ignored the other man’s gaze and turned to the hawk-nose man: "Is he strong?"

The hawk-nose man nodded: "Among the captains in the action department, Arthur is one of the top three experts."

"Impressive.", Brian shrugged: "I am not an opponent; I give up. Let’s go, I miss my dog back in Los Angeles."

Saying so, he moved toward the storage room.

The bald Arthur stepped forward briskly, blocking Brian’s way: "Coward, why don’t you dare look me in the eye?"

The next instant.

A fist, with a sharp sound as if tearing through the void, smashed into Arthur’s jaw.

A loud bang.

Blood, flesh, and bone splattered, drenching the faces of the team members behind Arthur.

Brian slowly retracted his fist and patted Arthur, who still stood in his place, on the shoulder: "Because you’re not qualified! An expert? That’s just the threshold for standing in front of me!"

After saying that, he walked past Arthur and disappeared from everyone’s sight.

""""

Arthur, with his entire lower jaw missing, stood still, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened. The tongue that was unsupported by the now-missing oral cavity hung down, squirming in the void like a fat, wide red worm, disgusting and horrifying.

"So much explosive force, yet why didn’t the target’s figure move when hit?" murmured the man with the hawk-like nose.

This defied science!

The other members of the Demon Hunting A Team soon reacted, disregarding the blood and saliva splattered on their faces as they rushed to Arthur’s side to assess his condition.

But Arthur, delayed in his realization, turned to the direction where Brian had vanished, his body going limp, and he heavily collapsed to the ground behind him.

"Captain..."

A group that had just been posing and striking poses let out cries of alarm. They clumsily carried the unconscious Arthur back into the base’s subway system, intending to take him for treatment.

...

Observation room.

Yana, the head of the research department and the director who issued the test commands, watched the close-up replay of Brian’s punches on the screen, his face full of wonder: "Nearly perfect exertion of power, concentration of strength, a combination of speed and power – magnificent, this is the perfect soldier in my heart!"

The man sitting next did not look pleased: "Arthur is the strongest in unarmed combat among the action department personnel at the base, yet he couldn’t withstand even one punch from the target. Unless we use firearms, it will be difficult to continue the tests."

"Then use them!" Yana roared nearly maniacally.

He wanted to see the limits of this Brian!

The rest of the research staff voiced their agreement.

Their scientific fervor ignited, they couldn’t care less about the depravity of the situation or the potential of causing the Night Demon Organization’s reputation to crumble.

The more accomplished the scientist, the more obsessive and tenacious they tend to be; when confronted with something of interest, they could commit all manner of inhuman acts for the sake of testing.

When the Nuclear Peace Envoy was first created, the United States Federation had instances of using their military for tests.

And the use of the lower social classes for various practical experiments...

The United States and British Federation were historically aligned in this respect.

The middle-aged man was not one of these lunatics.

He chose to report the situation urgently.

...

Brian was not yet aware these people were so shameless; they still intended to use him.

His lack of cooperation stemmed solely from these people’s lack of decency, offering him no benefits and his disdain at being treated as a research subject.

If they offered enough benefits -

He wasn’t completely opposed to lying down and turning over or stretching his legs when required.

But these people were not decent!

After changing clothes,

And surrendering the handgun he had been issued,

Brian stepped onto the departing base subway, his footsteps over the still uncleared bloodstains, under the fearful gaze of the man with the hawk-like nose.

Once above ground.

He took a deep breath and said, "The surface is still more comfortable."

Next to the underground exit stood a middle-aged man in a suit, slightly overweight, with a friendly smile on his face, nodding in agreement, "Underground is indeed oppressive, Mr. Brian. I’m Smith, an investigator from MI6, pleased to meet you."

Brian frowned, "I’m not pleased to meet you. What exactly do you want? If you keep this up, I will ask my recommender to disclose my experiences and you’ll be tarnishing the reputation and credibility of the British Federation!"

"One class A Enhancement Reagent!"

Smith promptly held up one finger: "It’s just some simple tests. Besides the enhancement reagent, as long as you sign a confidentiality agreement, we can also show you some of the outcomes of human evolutionary research, our utmost sincerity. If Mr. Brian doesn’t find this agreeable, I can take you to the airport right now."

Brian’s frown immediately eased: "But then again, since the British Federation is so generous and hospitable, it should indeed be promoted more. Mr. Smith, where shall we go for this exchange?"

That’s more like it.

Finally, he had encountered a normal person.

The reagent wasn’t a big deal.

Brian was primarily curious about the human evolutionary research outcomes that Smith mentioned.

He didn’t have access to this information at the Los Angeles NW Organization.

...

Riding in Smith’s classic car,

Brian was brought to a small military camp.

He looked around the environment with curiosity: "Actually, I don’t quite understand why you’re so persistent in researching me. I don’t believe you don’t have stronger people than me."

The abilities he showcased were only those from before his Transformation, at best combined with a more powerful neural response speed but not exaggerated. To tackle a Mutant Beast barehanded would likely be a struggle.

Such strength was insignificant to a modern military.

Smith shook his head: "I’m just following orders to bring you here. For the specific details, someone inside the camp will liaise with you. In fact, I have another task; maybe Mr. Brian would consider switching allegiance to join the British Federation. We are willing to..."

"No need."

Brian cut Smith off before he could finish: "I don’t like the weather here."

He was much more comfortable in Los Angeles.

He’d be mad to join the unfamiliar British Federation.

If it weren’t for his identity as staff of the Los Angeles NW Organization, Brian would even be suspicious whether he was now living like a lab rat underground.

The ’gentlemen’ here were too hypocritical.

He didn’t like it!

"Alright, that’s truly unfortunate," Smith didn’t press the matter.

...

After the security check,

The two took the base’s shuttle to an open concrete firing range.

Waiting for them at the range was an old man, surrounded by seven or eight guards clad in sci-fi exoskeleton armor.

Beside the old man stood a handsome young man with a stern expression.

The young man was quite conspicuous among the group.

Brian followed Smith to the group.

He addressed the old man, "Before the test, could you tell me why you are so insistent on me?"