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Chapter 224 - 167 Royal Ace Agent, Covert, Return to Los Angeles_2

Chapter 224: Chapter 167 Royal Ace Agent, Covert, Return to Los Angeles_2

"Who are you?"

Brian looked at the man whose appearance was no worse than his own, a fair-faced youth.

The stern young man stepped forward, "Royal Ace Agent, you can call me Number 5. I’m also your examiner for the second practical combat test. Come at me, attack me."

"You’re a lot more handsome than the agents in the movies.."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian threw out a leg whip without any sense of sportsmanship, creating a blur that appeared beside Number 5’s cheek.

An empty sensation came through.

Brian sensed trouble and, carrying his body’s inertia, tumbled awkwardly while extending his hands in a blocking position.

The next moment,

A fist, trailing a blur, appeared on Brian’s arm and sent him flying backwards. He barely managed to stabilize his figure as he landed, slightly disheveled.

Number 5 stopped his motion and appraised, "Not bad reaction speed and combat sharpness, but unfortunately, your speed is too slow. Acting carelessly without knowing the enemy’s capabilities only gives them a chance to discover your weaknesses."

Brian’s face showed gravity as he adopted a defensive stance, secretly amazed.

This guy’s got something.

His speed was almost as explosive as his own, his strength nearly a ton, and most crucially, he had managed to dodge the close-range whip of Brian’s leg, which had been exceedingly fast. Number 5’s reaction speed completely surpassed his!

Looking at Number 5’s expression, Brian guessed that this might not be his full strength.

That’s a bit outrageous.

Brian doubted that without going all out, without lifting his body’s limitations for hand-to-hand combat, he might not be a match for his opponent.

Seeing that Brian remained silent, Number 5’s expression didn’t change, his toes tapped lightly.

Whoosh.

As if by instant teleportation, he covered a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant, appeared in front of Brian, and lightly punched toward Brian’s face.

This time, Brian saw it clearly.

Number 5’s burst of speed was no slower than the Mutant Beast he had encountered in Forest Park, and in fact, it was even faster than his own current speed!

For such an enemy, moving carelessly would only expose weaknesses!

Brian stood firm and raised his hands to block.

Another fist from Number 5 came in the form of an uppercut from below.

Brian blocked again!

Both of them stood in place, their arms blurring rapidly, exchanging blows more than a hundred times in just a few seconds.

Because of the incredible speed, the surrounding air was full of the afterimages of their arms, clashing against each other like special effects from a movie, eliciting gasps of astonishment from a group of onlookers.

These two freaks, their hand speed must be fast enough to catch blanks!

The middle-aged amiable white man Smith, who had welcomed Brian, patted his belly, "Every time I see these inhuman fights, I feel this world is very strange and very insecure."

Professor Bell, standing beside him, nodded his head helplessly, "No one can stop the world from changing. The only thing we can do is keep up and not fall behind..."

...

After five or six seconds of continuous exchange,

Brian timed it right, his hand speed slowing more and more, his expression growing uglier, then with a step back, he withdrew from Number 5’s attack range, raising his hands to surrender, "No more, no more, my body can’t handle it."

Number 5 also demonstrated gentlemanly restraint by not pursuing the attack, but there was a touch of disappointment on his face, "I thought you would improve under my pressure, but it seems not. Your body must have just absorbed the ’Neurological Response Activity’ reagent quite well and completely."

After speaking, he returned to Professor Bell’s side.

Hearing this, Professor Bell quickly waved to Brian and then drew some of his blood. He also carefully inserted a long, thin needle, resembling an acupuncture needle, into the crevices of Brian’s skull to extract a bit of tissue fluid.

Having done these, he immediately began using a simple device on the spot to carry out the examination.

Smith led Brian toward the base’s interior.

Gazing at the old man, who had become engrossed in his research at the shooting range, Brian touched the newly inserted, sensationless tiny hole in his head and wondered, "Does he hold a high position?"

The pheromones and other substances in the organization fluids and blood had all been filtered and purified by him.

The other party would only find traces of ’Troll Reagent,’ ’Primordial Blood,’ and ’Visual Cell Enhancement Reagent’ within it, with hardly any components of the ’Neurological Response Activity’ Reagent.

This would reduce complications.

However, this experience had made Brian realize that his two innate talents, when combined, seemed to greatly advance biological research.

Perhaps after gaining a high position, wealth, and power, he would establish his own department specifically for researching these things?

Smith was still immersed in the inhuman images he had seen earlier.

Upon hearing Brian’s comment, he nodded somewhat slowly, "Professor Bell is a professor at the Commonwealth Royal College and holds a high academic position. He just doesn’t agree with the methods of the Night Demon Organization, which is why he hasn’t joined their Research Department. Otherwise, he would have been the chief of the Research Department."

As they spoke,

Smith led Brian to a heavily guarded archive room.

Elsewhere,

Professor Bell, too, looked up with some disappointment, "Tell the Night Demon Research Department that the subject’s hyperabsorption of the ’Neurological Response Activity’ Reagent is most likely due to the simultaneous injection of the Dark Council’s ’Primordial Blood’ in a short time span, which led to a significant increase in cellular activity and sped up the absorption of the reagent’s components. There were no special reactions to the other two reagents..."

...

Archive room.

After a complicated verification process, Smith, straining, removed a metal safety deposit box from the metal wall, "Due to the lack of secrecy on the network, many important documents are stored in paper archives. As a condition for cooperating with the test this time, the higher-ups have agreed to grant you access to some internal documents, which should be of some help to you."

Upon hearing this, Brian’s curiosity was piqued.

He always loved secrets.

The more he knew, the less he felt uneasy about the unknown.

After signing a confidentiality agreement,

Brian saw the contents of the safety deposit box: "Biological Inheritance: The New Human Archives."

"New humans?"

Brian was astonished.

This was exactly what he most wanted to know!

He had always been curious about how official organizations managed so many enhancers and body transformers, as well as the private institutions, bounty organizations, and the rampant circulation of such things in the Underworld.

What traits would the descendants of these people have?

Without clarifying these matters, Brian had actually avoided intimacy with women for a long time.

Apart from fearing that his strength was too great and could harm them, he was also afraid that by accident, he could sire some mutant offspring.

This would be unfair to the new life.

Seeing Brian’s curiosity, Smith chuckled, "Actually, this isn’t considered important information. It’s just not something that can be made public because it might cause social panic. Therefore, countries around the world have imposed an information blackout on these matters. Even internal members usually only learn about these matters after several years."

Brian paid no attention to him.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that he left the military base with a flickering expression and boarded the private jet arranged specially for him by the Night Demon Organization.

...

On the flight back to Los Angeles,

Brian toyed with the reagent injector in his hands, gazing out of the airplane window at the clear, boundless sky, and sighed softly.

The matter of descendants was a tricky one.