Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 578 - 305: Bizarre Mission_2

Chapter 578: Chapter 305: Bizarre Mission_2

Caroline was Susan’s best friend, currently working in the Internal Affairs Department at NW, and her family was very wealthy with very well-informed sources.

Initially, she lived with Susan, but after hearing too much of the constant arguing between Susan and Brian, a couple that fought like cats and dogs, she couldn’t stand the stress and eventually moved out.

After finishing her story, Susan’s cigarette also came to an end.

She exhaled a hot breath, closed her eyes, and began to use the herbs to influence and control her body.

This was Susan’s daily routine: mastering self-control.

But it seemed to have little effect, serving more as a psychological comfort.

Brian, after listening, was actually even more confused.

When Susan reopened her eyes, he hurriedly said, "The researchers at these big biological research institutions should be much more knowledgeable and skilled at understanding the tissues of mutated organisms than a mere Autopsy Officer like me, we just dissect and survey, they study down to the cellular level..."

Hearing this, Susan shook her head and said, "I don’t know the reason either, I don’t have enough clearance, and my father hasn’t paid attention to these matters for a long time, nor has he received any news. But all that is not what matters right now, I have something more urgent that I need your help with!"

Brian could tell from the almost burning intensity in Susan’s eyes what kind of help she was seeking.

It had been said before.

Desire and emotion are actually influenced more by hormones.

Ever since Susan broke through to First Rank and started to merge with her heart internally, she has always been abnormally affected in this regard, perhaps waiting until after an adaptation period to return to normal.

He turned his head to face Shi San and Meatball, who were watching the show from the back seat, and said, "Listen up, Susan and I have some things to deal with, you know what I mean, right?"

Crow Meatball cocked its head to the side: "This is a parking lot, Brian."

"Don’t complain, Meatball, it’s not the first time. Or else why do you think there are so many humans? They think about these things every day..." Shi San’s belly moved, producing a somewhat muffled sound.

Having spent so much time nurturing Meatball, it had learned ventriloquism and could finally stop barking.

Meatball nodded its head in agreement: "Shi San, you really know so much."

Shi San’s dog lips turned upwards.

Now it had become a dog that was worshipped like a bird.

This was growth.

Amid the mocking comments of a human and a dog, they switched positions.

The car started.

Another bouncing vehicle joined the evening traffic.

Yep, that kind of car that hops as it goes, drawing a lot of attention, but this car’s windows were modified so you couldn’t see inside. As long as the vehicle drove steadily, nobody cared.

A patrol car noticed the irregularity and routinely tried to follow and stop the car for inquiries.

But as it drew closer, it noticed the sticker on the back of the bouncing sedan and discreetly pretended not to see it.

This was NW’s sticker, only available to people with some clout within NW, similar to a "get-out-of-jail-free" card issued by guilds or police departments to their staff, indicating it belonged to one of their own.

These cards had the name of the issuing organization and a seal in different styles.

Insiders could tell at a glance whether the holder was a donor or a relative of a colleague. For such people, some minor traffic violations or other potentially prosecutable but dismissible offenses would be ignored, hence the nickname "get-out-of-jail-free" card.

It was a clear example of preferential treatment based on power.

In the past, when these cards could be transferred (sold), it was a side income for police officers, and even as a gift to friends, it was considered a face-giving present.

However, these cards were only taken seriously by those from the guild or police departments; there are so many organizations in the area that they were generally only useful locally. If you traveled further away, nobody cared unless you had a stack of such cards.

But the average person couldn’t achieve this, and those who could didn’t need to.

NW was different.

Its influence covered the whole of Los Angeles County and even had significant clout throughout California.

NW was very low-profile before the Blood Moon.

But after the third Blood Moon, almost all official institutions required training on NW’s protocols, so it was clear that people with this sticker were not to be trifiled with.

To avoid trouble,

The patrolmen in the police car used the car radio to inform other patrol vehicles nearby, to prevent them from stopping the car due to lack of visibility and causing unnecessary issues.

However, his warning came a bit late.

The car had just exited the city roads when it was stopped by a Mounted Police officer parked on the roadside, signaling for the driver to pull over.

The patrolmen in the police car quickly followed, looking at their reckless colleague with some worry.

But then something happened.

After the window of the sedan was rolled down, the Mounted Police officer’s face looked as if he’d seen a ghost, standing there in a daze.

Next, the experienced patrol officer saw a fluffy paw handing out a fast-food bag to the bewildered colleague, and then the car drove off again...

Until the car had long disappeared, the Mounted Police officer still stood there, fast-food bag in hand, like a statue.

"Is someone playing cosplay while driving?"

The Mounted Police officer’s reaction piqued the curiosity of the veteran patrolman.

He jogged over and patted his colleague: "Hey, Bob, buddy, what’s with you?"

The two clearly knew each other.

Seeing a familiar face, the officer finally snapped out of his daze, and excitedly told the veteran patrol officer, "FK! Weber, guess what I just saw! A huge dog, dressed in a police uniform, driving a car; it showed me its NW organization staff ID, even offered me fast food, God, this is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen!"