In North America, you call this a coroner?

Chapter 325: Very strong? Eight thousand miles away, words can kill (six thousand seven, two in one)

That day, Brian and Susan had dinner with their team members and their families.

They directly rented a manor.

There are many old gardens here that have short-term rental and contracting businesses, responsible for weddings, company gatherings, parties, etc., from service staff to catering, vehicle pick-up and drop-off, which are more suitable for gatherings of more people.

Of course, the fees are not cheap.

Surprisingly, during this period, many other team leaders in the Operations Department received the news and came over on their own initiative to make themselves familiar to Brian.

Looking at those second-generation team leaders who came from wealthy families, they were almost fawning on Brian, demonstrating the ways of the world to the fullest.

The members of the B6 team now had a more intuitive understanding of Brian's promotion to level three staff.

It turns out that Brian was not promoted, but directly ascended.

The other team leaders are also very powerless.

A place for gilding and training, but in the B6 team, there is a second-level staff and a third-level staff. According to the latest news they received, Brian, the third-level staff, seems to be able to set up a department of the NW organization on his own.
Outrageous.

It was quite lively.

Because many people were drunk and had families with them, they all slept directly in the manor to avoid accidents caused by drunk driving.

Brian wanted to go to Susan's room and fulfill his responsibilities as a boyfriend, but Susan was not available.

She was comforting her little follower.

Susan's little follower was none other than the lizard girl Linda whom Brian had brought back earlier.

After Linda arrived, because she was too young, she followed Susan and was sent to the training group of the NW organization by Susan. She successfully completed the training and assessment and directly became a formal employee of the Operations Department.

Later, he always followed Susan to help her with things and studies.

Because of the animal transformation reagent, Linda now looks like a mature, tall and beautiful woman, but her actual age will not be 16 for more than two months.
Seeing a group of colleagues gathering together today, surrounded by their families, touched some emotions in Linda.

She is hiding in her room wiping her tears.
In this situation, Brian must be more reasonable.

So he thought about sleeping with Thirteen in his arms today.

The result was good.

Thirteen and Meatball were at a party and secretly drank a lot of strong liquor. Now a dog and a crow were lying together and sleeping soundly...there was no place for him.

So on the first night after returning home, I still have to sleep alone
the next day.

Susan took her assistant Linda to help Brian find a suitable agent.

She also had to go home to help her boyfriend Brian recruit a group of well-trained managers to help Brian's umbrella company build the framework and recruit people.

This is a very tedious task.

Whether it is the company's headquarters arrangements, personnel recruitment and structure, or the company's development direction and system, there are too many things to deal with and it will take more than a day or two to get results.

So we have to hurry up.

Brian also has his own things.

The first thing is the compensation situation of the Liki family.

Whether it's one billion U.S. dollars, the one hundred sets of soldier strengthening reagents paid by the Liki family, or that small military-industrial company, it all takes time to deal with them.

This gave Brian a headache.

He suffered the pain of having no foundation.

The rise was too fast, the talent pool was too small, and the wealth was thrown in front of them, but there was no one to help them deal with it. They could only continue to suffer as father-in-law.
Yes, Brian called Dean Oldman.

The other party scolded Brian and accused him of instigating Susan to poach people. In the end, they had no choice but to let the Adams family contact Brian and send someone to help him deal with these matters.

With Lao Deng's help, Brian finally felt relieved.

It is said that those who live off you have to be selective about who you choose.

If Lao Deng has several children, it would be difficult to talk about these things.

The only thing left for Brian to do is to fulfill Vasili's obsession.

Vasily was the murderer in the farm cremation case he had previously handled.

The opponent is a fantasy mutant, who is the descendant of a mutant. He experienced the third blood moon radiation and was later thrown to the island base by Blacklight Biotechnology for board radiation. Finally, he turned into a ghoul mutant and awakened the second heart's ability to play dead again.

Brian values ​​Vasily's ability as a second brain.

Before, he had not been so eager to obtain the gift of this obsession.

It's different now.

Now the pineal gland in the middle of Brian's brain has been contaminated by memes and has become a new source of contamination.

This pollution also caused mutations in him.

Although Brian can control it, he is not sure that this thing will have no effect on him.

The brain is the storage place of human consciousness.

Human behavior control and memory are essentially controlled by the brain.

Once there is something wrong with the brain, no amount of energy will work.

After all, the promotion of gift energy also requires consciousness to drive it in order to repair the damage to the body.

Having a second brain is a completely different thing.

When the problem is discovered, just chop off the head and then control the body to grow a new brain, solving the problem directly from the root.

The severed head might even become a weapon like a carrier of some curse.

NW has the Book of Death, and he has the Cursed Deformed Brain
Makes sense, doesn't it?
Hua Xili's obsession is also very simple: to find the last murderer who killed his uncle's family.

After Brian got this obsession, he started dealing with this matter.

He commissioned many intelligence agencies to track down the man who escaped.

As a result, there was no result until the online game company that Harden helped to set up opened for business. When there was news later, it was only found that the escaped person went to Brazil, and the last news was lost because the people who went to track him down also disappeared.

Over in Brazil, it was as if there was an invisible mouth that kept swallowing up people entering that country.

In desperation, Brian finally entrusted the news to the intelligence agency given to him by Dean Laoden, and stated the dangers of the investigation.

The other party was quite efficient and brought him good news not long after.

The two parties agreed to meet at an outdoor cafe not far from Group B6.

Simply helped Susan with some official business.

Brian looked at the time, said hello to Old Harden, and took Thirteen downstairs, preparing to walk to the agreed coffee shop.

It was that liquid metal suit he was wearing today.

It also comes with a very nice looking watch.

This is his Level 3 staff watch.

The functions are the same as before, but there is an additional black technology of virtual projection, and it also comes with a function similar to electronic stamping.

If necessary.

Brian can urgently mobilize officers from any police station in Los Angeles, the Sheriff's Office, SWAT and other violent agencies to do things for him. This even includes military bases stationed in the surrounding areas... It's really awesome.

Because there are too many institutions involved, it is equivalent to a military-political combination.

Only the NW organization has such authority.

In fact, there are only a few people in the NW organization who have such power.

Brian has it now too.

In this regard, the three founders of the NW organization were indeed sincere and treated Brian like a little ancestor, fearing that he was young and prone to do impulsive things.

With enough rights.

Even if Brian messed up, he wouldn't resort to memetic pollution and make things out of control.

It can be said that before he had enough confidence to deal with Brian and Dean, Brian could almost walk sideways in Los Angeles.

Brian felt great about these new rights, but he didn't take them too seriously.

He believes more in his own power.

Humming a little tune.

A man and a dog stood on the roadside waiting for the traffic light.

Thirteen burped and looked at the white clouds above his head with some envy. Seeing that there was no one around, he muttered directly to Brian: "Big Dog, why can't we grow wings?"

Meatballs were hovering just above them.

Thirteen was very envious of this.

It also wants to be a flying dog.

Brian shrugged. "There's nothing to envy, Thirteen. Meatball's bird droppings can't replenish energy or eliminate fatigue. You and Green have made a lot of money in business. I heard that you are planning to start a company with Green recently, and then use the Umbrella Company's channels to sell goods?"

Hearing this, Thirteen wagged his tail and said shyly, "Green told me that when a dog gives birth to a litter, it has only one litter. When a dog gives birth to a litter, it has only one litter. In the future, I will have a heavy responsibility to support my family, so I need to make more money..."

Good guy.

Thirteen, the little puppy, is now starting to think about getting married and having children.

But if you calculate the time, it’s almost the same.

Male dogs generally reach sexual maturity between six and twelve months.

Although Thirteen is a little strange, it cannot escape this law.

Now it goes to sniff the butts of little bitches whenever it has time, but it doesn't like any of them.

Ordinary puppies have little appeal to it.

The size difference is too big.

The difference in physical level is too big.

Many bitches are interested in Thirteen.

Thirteen is now half the height of a person when he sits down, and taller than the average woman when he stands up. When he walks outside, people turn their heads to look at him 100%. At first glance, he is a high-quality stud dog, the Brian among dogs.

One person and one dog, just walking and chatting.

When they arrived at a street with more traffic, Thirteen pretended to be dead and didn't say anything. At most, he would bark a few times, but it didn't affect the communication between him and Brian.

Passersby around would exclaim from time to time when they saw Thirteen walking.

That is, Thirteen is a Labrador retriever with an honest face, a very common type of pet dog. In addition, it was wearing a police dog vest and followed Brian obediently, which did not cause panic.

It took about ten minutes to walk.

The man and the dog finally arrived at the agreed cafe.

Brian glanced around and walked towards table number six outside.

A middle-aged white man was already sitting at table number six.

The other person was wearing a pair of thick black glasses, had a slightly bald head, and an ordinary appearance. He was holding a newspaper in his hand. He looked like an ordinary, honest middle-aged office worker, the type with a gentle and harmless temperament.

Brian walked forward and whispered a code word: "Does the Statue of Liberty look good?"

Hearing the noise, the man raised his head slowly.

He put down the newspaper reluctantly and stretched out his hand to Brian. "It's pretty good. Hello, Brian, the youngest third-level employee of the NW organization. I'm honored that you found our reading club to work, although this has caused us to lose a lot of manpower. By the way, you can call me Lao Du."

"Lao Du?"

Brian motioned Thirteen to squat aside and sit opposite the man: "Sounds like a Chinese surname?"

Lao Du nodded: "Yes, I am an orphan, and was adopted and raised by an old Chinese man. I quite like Chinese culture and knowledge, and I have learned a lot of things from them, which makes me feel at home in this wild land."

As he said this, he looked up at Brian and said, "Just like you, Brian Lee."

Brian looked at him.

Lao Du met Brian's gaze and said frankly:
“Don’t get me wrong, this is the investigation task that Dean assigned to us before.

Our reading club values ​​you very much, so I just want to take this opportunity to tell you that we are trustworthy and capable enough, and you may be able to strengthen your cooperation with us, which is much more meaningful than going to those junk intelligence organizations. "Okay.

Brian had to admit that the other party was indeed powerful. He even knew that he had disguised his identity and contacted many intelligence organizations to investigate the "escaped man".

He nodded: "Let's talk about it later. What information do I need?"

Lao Du pointed to his head:

"It's all in here. The person you asked us to investigate is dead. He went to Brazil through illegal immigration through the New York gangs. But according to our investigation, he and the other people in the illegal immigration group disappeared after arriving in Brazil.

The gang responsible for receiving illegal immigrants is a local Brazilian gang.

They are responsible for smuggling more locals into the United States.

Basically, those who run from here to there are people who have committed crimes and need to pay protection fees to these gangs. Some women may be more unlucky, but there are very few murders. This will affect the long-term credibility of the smuggling routes and is an act of self-destruction of wealth. It will be resisted by all gangs that make a living from this.

So this in itself is an abnormal thing.

Considering the intelligence organization you previously arranged to investigate, all the people who followed the normal investigation route have disappeared.

After receiving your commission, our reading club members directly arranged for the assassins to participate in the smuggling.

The most advanced positioning equipment is installed in his body.

His eyes are the latest technology photography prosthetic eyes.

We originally thought that this would allow us to get to the bottom of the matter, but as soon as we arrived at the dock, we were taken away by a group of Asians.

Their cars were equipped with jammers.

In the end, we only received two clips.”

As he spoke, he took out a photo from his pocket.

The photo is high resolution, but the surroundings are dim.

The time should be evening.

A group of people were huddled together in an unknown valley, surrounded by a group of strangely dressed people.

There are quite a few people in the photo.

Brazilians, whites, blacks...
This group of people were filmed from a high point, with panicked and numb expressions. They looked like they had just been sent here, their faces were filled with panic and anxiety, and they had not yet adapted to the environment here.
The angle of the photo is also easy to understand.

This should have been taken when the assassin got out of the car.

Brian pushed the photo back and said, "My commission is to find that person. How did you determine that the target was dead?"

“Look at this…”

Lao Du pushed another photo over.

This photo is a bit scary.

The shooting angle seems to be on the ground, and there are bloody human skeletons all around.

These skeletons seemed to have been eaten by some creature and excreted directly, digesting only the flesh and blood, leaving behind human skeletons with a lot of blood stuck to them.
Since Brian's mental strength reached 1.4, he can even remember things from his childhood in his previous life.

This scene really resembled a bloody scene in a movie he had seen in his previous life: in "Deep Freeze", the human remains excreted by the sea monster after being sucked...
Lao Du continued to explain:
"We used the location information automatically sent by the assassin's body when he got off the car and sent a lot of people to sneak in. Finally, we found the place and the assassin's last remains. According to the time, he should have been captured and eaten by the monster the next day. Then his remains were directly discharged under a sea cliff through some equipment.

That monster must be huge, otherwise it would have discovered the electronic devices in the assassin's body long ago.

The only problem was that when our people left, they alerted the patrol there, and in the end almost all of them were wiped out, except for one member who was a mutant with special abilities. He jumped into the sea and escaped for a distance, and sent the intelligence back."

"So that person didn't escape back either?"

Lao Du shook his head:
“Dead.

At that time, he was still using satellite equipment to communicate with the people in our base. As a result, he seemed to see something horrible, screamed, and then there was no movement.

The only thing we are sure of is that the group of Asians are Japanese.

They have taken over many Brazilian gangs, who specialize in capturing illegal immigrants to feed some kind of monster.

In this case, the target you are looking for is probably dead the moment he gets off the boat.

We were unwilling to accept the fact that so many people had died, so we turned our forces against the gangs. As a result, we found that almost all the gangs in Brazil's coastal cities were under control.

Some local police forces were also taken under control.

This is also the reason why people from intelligence organizations disappear as soon as they go there.

There are only so many means of investigation.

Once investigated, it will be exposed.”

After listening to Lao Du's story, Brian was speechless.

Bushiri's obsession is to find, not to kill.

Otherwise, this obsession is actually the same as picking up something for free.

As for that group of Japanese people...he already knew what they were.

Dark sect!

Previously, when he, Susan, and Susan's best friend were on a cruise vacation in the sea, they met several Japanese ninjas, who were from the Anzong.

There are also many Japanese immigrants in Brazil.

After being exploited by the United States, they have been running to Brazil on a large scale, buying land and conducting various business activities there, and even establishing Japanese cities and communities... The reason is nothing more than fear of Mount Fuji sneezing, and worrying that the sea level in Japan will continue to drop, and they are worried that they will be submerged by the sea, so they make some advance plans...
I guess Lao Du also feels that this result is not up to standard.

He pulled out a piece of paper:
“This is the unified contact information that our follow-up investigators obtained after using some special forces to confuse more than a dozen local gang bosses.

This contact number is the Japanese boss behind them.

The strength of those Japanese people is terrifying.

The special forces of our reading club are not very strong, but with the support of modern weapons, ordinary enhanced people or deformed people can hardly threaten them. As a result...
Our special satellite is currently still watching the valley at those coordinates.

It's a very large area there.

There were not only some hidden seaside villa communities, but also some factories and training schools established by the Japanese.

If you need, we can cooperate with some organizations that are good at fighting and use heavy weapons to destroy them, but the cost will be relatively high and may also attract intervention from Brazilian and Japanese officials."

Brian took the note.

He glanced at the number and held out his hand to Lao Du: "Is there a relatively 'clean' satellite phone?"

Lao Du looked at Brian in confusion, took out a mini black cell phone that was only about ten centimeters in size, and advised: "Those Japanese are very inhumane and very strong. They are obviously systematically trained mutant killing machines. It is useless to communicate with them. The best option is to destroy them physically."

"Strong?"

Brian smiled.

He took the phone and dialed the number.

After a few seconds, the call was connected, but no sound came out.

Brian didn't care. He opened his mouth, then hung up the phone and returned the phone to Lao Du. "I'll assume you've completed this commission. I'll pay you the balance when you get back. You're really capable. If you ever feel like you can't make it, you can come to me. I'm in need of professional intelligence personnel right now."

He just said it casually.

Lao Du and his team have monitoring satellites, complete personnel, and strong strength. It is unlikely that they will choose to rely on a certain individual. At most, they will choose to cooperate.

But nothing lasts forever.

Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
Brian kicked Thirteen, who was standing guard nearby, and stood up and left.

Thirteen hurriedly followed.

Looking at the backs of the man and the dog, a look of doubt flashed in Lao Du's eyes.

"baffling.."

He didn't quite understand the meaning of Brian's actions just now.

But it doesn’t matter.

Just as long as the money arrives.

It's just that so many special agents died in this mission, it's a bit of a loss...
Put away the things on the table.

After Lao Du sent a secret letter to the organization, he picked up the newspaper again and read it with relish.

He is a game fan.

Written above are some interesting game reviews developed by a new game company.

Lao Du plans to have some fun when he gets his vacation.

After half an hour.

Lao Du stood up, stretched, and prepared to leave.

Just then, a phone call came.

Lao Du glanced at the number and didn't rush to answer it.

He put away his phone, got up and walked to a Beetle car on the side of the road. After driving to a deserted place, he called back: "This is number 1, what's the matter?"

A woman's terrified voice came from the other end of the phone: "No. 1, something happened. There was a large-scale death incident at the coordinate point monitored by Mission 374. There... FK, I don't know what to say. Anyway, come back soon. I have never seen such a weird thing."

"Monitoring coordinates of person No. 374"

Old Du was stunned.

This is exactly the coordinate point of the investigation mission released by Brian.

In fact, that place is not as simple as Lao Du said before.

Brian is Dean's son-in-law.

Dean is a big client of their organization!

Unfortunately, Dean later settled on an island and rarely came out to cause trouble.

So in this mission, they were going to make a good impression on Brian in order to indirectly maintain their relationship and connection with Dean, a powerful man.

The special agents they sent out were not as simple as Lao Du had said before, but rather a group of experienced and capable personnel.

As a result, after they were discovered by the Japanese, they were slaughtered one-sidedly without even a chance to escape.

Such a strong group of people, just die like that?

In Lao Du's mind, the strange look on Brian's face when he used his phone to make a call suddenly emerged.

He gave a dry laugh.

Are you kidding? It was just a phone call. How could someone kill someone?
This place is at least 8,000 kilometers away from Brazil.
Mass murder over the phone..
Outrageous!

I must be crazy to have such an idea..
Lao Du rubbed his forehead, put away his phone, and prepared to start the car and return to the office as soon as possible.

Listen to the hum of the engine.

In Lao Du's mind, the words that Brian said with a hint of disdain emerged again: Very strong?
He licked his lips: "It can't be that outrageous."

the other side.

Somewhere in Brazil, a man in black walked out of the room with his belt in hand, preparing to go on patrol.

Suddenly, he looked at the scene in front of him and stood there in a daze.

Why is there a corroded hole on the ground?
Where is Morishita-kun who is waiting in line to handle the needs?

Looking at a sword lying on the ground next to the pit, the man suddenly felt something was wrong.

This seems to be Morishita-kun's sword.
next moment.

He covered his head in pain, as if something was trying to get into his head.

He knelt on the ground in pain, roaring in a low voice: "Baga, get out, get out!"

As this little bastard roared, veins bulged out on his exposed face.

All the blue veins spread to his eyes.

I don’t know how long it took.

The man stood up slowly.

He was like a drunkard or a patient with uncoordinated hands and feet. He rolled and crawled to the pit in the corridor and began to breathe in the air obsessively.
(End of this chapter)