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Chapter 237 - 173 Mensa Family’s Compensation, Meeting Father-in-law_3

Chapter 237: Chapter 173 Mensa Family’s Compensation, Meeting Father-in-law_3

For instance, an Auxiliary Mecha Knight.

This thing is actually an upgraded version of external skeletons.

However, due to energy and technology limitations, it has high demands on the wearer’s physical condition in every aspect, but the combat ability is also formidable.

Fully loaded, Auxiliary Mecha Knights are like agile humanoid tanks that can single-handedly obliterate an entire troop division’s armed forces in nations outside the major powers.

For example, those Second Rank Life Forms officially defined by the NW organization.

The criteria are simple, resisting small caliber bullets with one’s flesh, sprinting a hundred meters in two seconds, and having a single-handed strength of over two tons—if any two criteria are met, or if one can cause the death or injury of over a thousand civilians in a short time, they are considered a Second Rank Life Form...

But according to what Xide and others in the NW organization say, they don’t have such entities, and whether others have them is also unclear; everyone keeps it a secret.

Indeed, among Mutants and Mutant Beasts, although this group is rare, a few such rumors can still be heard every month.

Brian even tentatively asked if there were any Mutants or Enhanced individuals involving telekinesis, Rule Type, or Spirit Abilities apart from the physical ones.

The answer, however, was yes, but those were far scarcer than Mutant Beasts.

After three Blood Moons, the NW organization had grown significantly and had been around for over fifty years, yet they had never encountered such an individual; they’d only heard rumors about a Mutant capable of predicting good and bad fortune, but no one had ever seen what they looked like, or even knew their race.

Brian:

"This is just like that fierce old man."

It appears that he and that kind of Mutant are truly rare among the rare.

...

Agreeing to meet again when time permits to discuss more.

Brian, carrying his spoils of victory, found Susan waiting for him, and together they headed back to Los Angeles under the night sky.

He planned to check over his enhanced permissions and obligations when he got back.

But as the landscape outside changed,

Brian faintly sensed something was amiss.

He looked at Susan, "Team leader, where are we going? This isn’t the way back to the city."

Susan glared at Brian, "We’re going home!"

"This isn’t the city route!"

Brian playfully tugged at his collar, pretending to be scared, "I want to get off!"

"Get lost!"

Susan rolled her eyes, "My father called me and asked me to bring you home!"

Brian was dumbfounded.

Meet the father-in-law.

It’s the first time in two lifetimes...

Too sudden.

He silently opened the window, took out a cigarette, and murmured somewhat wistfully, "I forgot to bring something... maybe another time."

"What thing?"

"Your father’s grandchild... Team leader, maybe we could try hard right now, while we still have some time."

Susan flicked the Texas Gun King Medal hanging in front of the car, "Brian, are you trying to test the value of my Gun King Medal?"

...

On the other side.

A handsome middle-aged man sat on the villa’s terrace, holding a double-barreled shotgun as thick as an adult’s arm... a Hunting Cannon, whistling while he cleaned and maintained it.

After finishing,

He stuffed two bullets, thick as ordinary bananas, into the gun barrel and shouted down, "Lawrence, old buddy, I’m going to test the gun."

Below, a burly white man reluctantly triggered the mechanism.

The next moment,

A watermelon shot up from underground, soaring into the air.

With a loud bang,

The watermelon burst apart, turning into numerous fragments that scattered in the air.

Despite the huge recoil, the middle-aged man remained expressionless and didn’t sway at all; instead, he indecently gyrated his hips twice, "Awesome! It’s been a long time since I’ve shot, really reminds me of the days when I was hunting those monsters!"

The man called Lawrence below: ...

Compared to those monsters, aren’t you the real monster here!

He couldn’t help but feel a bit worried for Susan’s boyfriend who hadn’t arrived yet.

Good luck, young man...