Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 637 - 327: You’re Taking the Target to Capture the Target?_3

Chapter 637: Chapter 327: You’re Taking the Target to Capture the Target?_3

For example, the Liki family’s Book of Death.

These families, through these meme weapons, had sealed off the deep sea, ensuring that the human status quo and environment weren’t threatened, eventually becoming the powerful Holy Council.

It was not because they were members of the Holy Council that they were great.

Rather, they were inherently great, which is why they became members of the Holy Council.

If Brian had truly been able to freely control the power of meme pollution associated with the infection, he surely would have met this standard...

The others weren’t fools; they, too, had considered this.

Merlin continued to stand by Balazs’s side:

"I agree with Balazs’s point of view.

If we could accept Brian, give him a position and support, with his cooperation, perhaps we would be able to break through this magical rule of the memes, truly mastering this power, rather than use it once at a great cost and still worry about it backfiring.

Mercury is so big; I don’t mind sharing power with one more person.

Think about it.

As long as we control this power before the Association of Southeast Asian Nations does, their countries will willingly foot the bill for us."

Merlin’s words persuaded many of those present.

They were all old-timers from the previous era.

Most had been active during World War II, had experienced much, witnessed a lot, and having survived to the present, their greatest fear was death.

Meme pollution, an incomprehensible and unobservable magical curse akin to Divine rule power.

Once they could decipher the principle of this power.

Could they not modify this power to work upon themselves and then transform into immortal beings?

This was the ultimate goal of the Holy Council.

Protect humanity?

Perhaps.

But in the face of immortality, they were far more concerned about themselves.

Hands were raised: "Seconded."

Finally, everyone looked toward the only person who hadn’t raised his hand, who also happened to be the eldest.

The person smiled slightly, "Let’s settle the issue with Brazil first, and also..."

At that moment,

A string of numbers scrolled across the glasses Balazs wore.

He immediately interrupted the other, "Sorry, Brian just called me back..."

Everyone watched him intently.

There were not a few who took pleasure in the misfortune.

The appearance of an unreasonable character like Brian was probably the hardest on Balazs’s Liki family.

After all, they were also in Los Angeles.

...

Under everyone’s gaze, Balazs spoke into thin air: "Initiate technical block, intelligent translation."

This was to prevent Brian from transmitting some form of undetectable killer through the phone.

"Technical block completed."

Listening to the synthetic male voice, Balazs then tapped his glasses and answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, Brian’s lazy voice came through, "Hey, Balazs, have you had lunch yet?"

Balazs:...

Brian’s rascally demeanor reminded him irresistibly of Dean, that shameless wretch.

Suppressing the anger rising inexplicably in his heart, he forced out a grim smile, "I usually don’t eat lunch, Brian. What do you need to contact me for?"

"It’s like this, I was curious earlier, so I used NW Organization’s satellite to check out Brazil, and I unexpectedly discovered some creatures that could resist that unknown pollution. You know, I only survived because I got this ability..."

Brian was quick to pass the buck, indicating that he wasn’t responsible for that affair.

At these words, the color drained from the faces of everyone in the meeting room.

Right, that was another possibility!

Brian might communicate, but could those creatures?

...

Balazs hurriedly said, "Brian, I’m a bit busy, I’ll give you a call back later..."

"...Alright."

He hung up the communication.

He looked at everyone solemnly, "From what it seems, those creatures indeed weren’t created by Brian. Does anyone have insights into the Dark Sect?"

The speaker, still that woman named Merlin.

She directly said:

"No need to investigate further.

I had someone contact the leader of the Book Society as soon as I noticed those creatures."

According to the information she provided, the incident occurred because Brian commissioned them to track down a fugitive. As a result, all the investigators disappeared in Brazil.

At last, the Book Society, through the Death Soldiers and high-tech equipment, discovered that the Dark Sect was feeding something with human flesh.

Their representatives in Los Angeles finally relayed this message to Brian.

Through a phone call, Brian brought contamination upon the Dark Sect.

This indeed matched the depiction of the Bloodthirsty Autopsy Officer by the Psychologist.

Brian had always held extreme views on this matter.

If I’m not mistaken, this five-meter-tall, demon-like monster and those smaller Mutated creatures were concocted by the Dark Sect...

Balazs was a veteran of the Federation.

Upon hearing Merlin’s analysis, he nodded,

"The Japanese inherently harbor madness.

After World War II, during the Blood Moon, while numerous countries globally, only some backward African countries, White Elephants, and Japan considered Mutants as a developmental force.

Japan has never accepted the reality of its defeat.

The formation of the Dark Sect was a split from the official Ninja Sect of Japan.

Those monsters are likely biological weapons they secretly developed."

As everyone discussed it further, they felt increasingly closer to the truth.

After deliberation,

they decided to handle the matter in three steps.

First, monitor Japan.

As soon as their people tried to approach Brazil, they were to be eradicated!

They couldn’t let those monsters, potentially also wielding the power of Meme pollution, fall into the hands of the Japanese.

Next, send elite forces, along with Brian, to the Brazilian Dark Sect’s base to capture those creatures.

Bringing Brian was crucial as he was immune to the effects of the Meme pollution.

The Holy Council had no better solution.

Finally, once the affair was resolved, they’d use a tactical nuclear bomb to obliterate that area!

After finalizing their plan,

Balazs contacted Brian again, "Brian, we’ve discovered something..."

He explained the situation and speculations to Brian, hinting that if those creatures also spread, it would mean not just a threat to human order and survival but also that his most powerful deterrent would no longer be unique.

On the phone, Brian was silent for a long time before he replied, "Alright, ordinary people are innocent, but goodness should not come without a price. What’s in it for me if I risk my life going there?"

"We will offer you a temporary seat in the Holy Council!

As long as you can turn your Meme pollution ability into a regional Meme Weapon and join the blockade against the Deep Sea Clan, your seat will become permanent. We will then share the fate of the entire Western World together, combating the Deep Sea Clan and the Eastern Alliance!"

"...Alright, that sounds quite appealing, but I need to see the image of that five-meter-tall monster and talk to Dean about this before deciding whether to cooperate."

After hanging up,

Brian soon received a picture sent from Balazs.

The picture, naturally not as realistic or oppressive as a three-dimensional projection.

But seeing the handsome stature and the terrain beneath the monster’s feet, Brian realized that was himself.

He had lost control at that moment and devoured the Exotic Realm Soul trying to use his genetic material for rebirth.

Unbeknownst to him, satellites were always monitoring the heads of the Abnormal Bloodline Family.

Fortunately, he had been using a Demon-like Form.

Just...

Brian had a strange expression.

He found the situation somewhat amusing.

The Holy Council’s goal was to capture those Mutated creatures and even the five-meter-tall terrifying ’monster’... which was Brian himself.

You bring the target to capture the target?

Brian scratched his head.

He only wanted to fulfill an obsession and incidentally wipe out those inhumane bastards.

How did he end up with the clean-up responsibility?

And he still had benefits to gain?

Even the identity he had exposed earlier was being paid for by the Dark Sect.

He could even complete his obsession along the way and acquire a second brain..

Brian grinned.

All the benefits were coming my way?

Indeed, occasionally going crazy is beneficial for one’s mental and physical health.