Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 103 - 93: Counterkill, Bursting with Obsession!

Chapter 103: Chapter 93: Counterkill, Bursting with Obsession!

The speed of this monster was terrifyingly fast.

Brian didn’t fire just one shot, he switched his M4 to full auto mode.

A thirty-round STANAG magazine faced the M4 assault rifle set to fire 700-800 rounds per minute and was emptied in just three seconds.

Brian didn’t even have time to check his combat results before he pulled out the kind of hand speed he had honed during decades of bachelorhood. Almost the instant the magazine was empty, he had already switched it out for a new one.

With a couple of clicks, the empty chamber cycled, the internal spring pushing the new rounds into place to fire again, the muzzle flashing with new gunfire.

Just as Brian had said before.

Accuracy is not the point.

His shooting speed had always been very fast.

Susan was dumbstruck.

Under the light of the tactical flashlight on the body, the hairless monster moved so fast, it seemed as though it had instant teleportation hacks. It darted back and forth, leaving trails like afterimages, brushing past the hot aftermath of the bullets as if it were a ghost.

How could one possibly aim at that?

Brian realized something was off!

Damn!

Are you trying to dodge bullets like Weiske, the villain from Resident Evil?

The monster seemed to enjoy their reactions.

Several times it darted close to them, yet curiously chose not to attack. Its collapsed nostrils twitching, it appeared to smell the fear emanating from their bodies.

It let out a chuckle like a nightingale’s, its red eyes becoming increasingly bewitching.

Under such oppressive tension.

The eight magazines Brian carried were spent in less than a minute.

Susan hadn’t fired a single shot.

The monster’s speed had exceeded the limits of her eyesight; recklessly firing would mean giving up her last sliver of chance for retaliating.

...

"Damn!"

Brian, agitated by the monster’s shrill laughter, felt a surge of nameless rage in his chest.

That suffocating frustration of not being able to control his own fate washed over him again!

He thought of the 17 points of reserve energy he had stored.

A fierce glint flashed in Brian’s eyes.

"Susan, I’ll create a chance for you to shoot, take it!"

He said, not waiting for Susan to respond.

He threw away his M4, tore off his coat to reveal a bullet-proof vest, snatched the large revolver from Susan’s left hand, stepped forward into an opening, and beckoned the monster with a crooked finger: "Come on, fight me one-on-one!"

The monster’s nostrils twitched, its red eyes flashing with confusion.

Why was this hairless two-legged beast suddenly emitting such a tantalizing scent?

It didn’t matter.

The great bird in the sky gave it a strong sense of crisis.

It knew its end was imminent today.

Before it died.

It intended to slaughter these two hairless two-legged beasts!

All hairless two-legged beasts must die!

It extended its long tongue, licked its nostrils, and with a pull on the ragged cloth on its body, its bent feet gently pushed off.

The next moment.

Cinematic fantasy burst into reality!

A soft popping sound.

The afterimages shattered like bubbles.

Brian’s retinas lost sight of the monster.

A chilling feeling crept up his neck.

Fury!

Under the boost of adrenaline.

Brian’s nostrils flared, and without looking, he kicked to the right.

Bang bang bang~

Susan finally fired her gun!

Six shots rang out.

Six large-caliber special bullets covered the white shadow that suddenly appeared to Brian’s left, piercing it, turning it into countless ragged scraps.

She hit it!!!

Susan almost shouted in excitement.

A dull thud.

Brian’s right foot also made contact with something soft.

Almost as if he had predicted it.

The instant he kicked out with full force, the monster appeared right at his toes.

A tearing sensation traveled from his foot to his brain.

A massive impact traveled up Brian’s right leg, coursing through his body and sending him flying through the air.

The monster looked strangely at its chest, seemingly puzzled by how this sluggish hairless beast managed to kick it.

It cocked its head, its bent legs exerting force, and it vanished from the spot again, outpacing Brian, who was now airborne, and extended its surviving right claw.

The sharp claw glinted under the moonlight, emitting a bloody jade-like radiance.

From a distance, Susan’s face turned pale.

She had just realized that what she had hit was actually pieces of clothing torn from the monster.

This beast was cunning!

"Brian!!!"

She let out a shrill scream, grasping the empty revolver, forgetting to reload, and madly chased after Brian’s falling body.

She had failed the sole opportunity Brian had traded his life for.

If they were to die, they would die together!

Midair.

Several pilots watching the battle on the ground also felt a shadow cross their hearts.

"Idiots, not even trying to escape!", the Commander on the transport plane ordered grimly, "The jewel of the Adams family is likely not going to survive. Prepare to destroy this area."

The monster’s speed was too terrifying.

Once it escaped into the human residential area, unless they disregarded civilians and covered the area with heavy fire to kill it, the ground combat teams in the city’s complex terrain would stand no chance against this beast.

"I should have used missiles from the start!"

...

Brian soared through the air, his eyes tightly shut. With a combination of Supercomputer Perception and Enhanced Sense of Smell, a flood of data poured into his brain, forming a myriad of line-like structures that created a three-dimensional world in his mind.

Just then,

he snatched the revolver from Susan’s hand. Without any hesitation, he fired three shots toward the open ground below.

Almost simultaneously,

a massive beast with ghostly fangs and covered in fur appeared beneath Brian. Feeling the intense heat closing in, and with its terrifyingly fast nervous reaction, it only managed to raise its already injured left shoulder to catch the three specially-made large caliber bullets, while furiously swinging its sharp right claw at Brian...

Brian’s body flew like a ragdoll, slamming into the ground five or six meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Awooo~

A fierce, painful howl roared from the beast’s mouth.

It knelt on the ground, most of its body torn apart, revealing wriggling internal organs and continuously squirming meat buds. Its black bones fractured, oozing an almost pitch-black, oil-like marrow amidst the dark red blood...

"Brian!"

Seeing Brian motionless, Susan’s eyes filled with bloodshot as she leaped into the air and, with her long legs in heavy boots, viciously smashed down on the beast’s neck.

The heavily injured beast was kicked over a meter away.

Susan, still not satisfied, pulled out the revolver, loaded a bullet, and fired at the beast, first breaking its remaining arm, then disabling its foot, leg joints, and groin...

By the time she ran out of bullets,

the beast on the ground had turned into a still wriggling pile of mush.

...

Susan tossed away the revolver and walked over to Brian, despondently kneeling in front of him, tears streaking down her face, "Brian, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault I didn’t hit it, or else..."

"Cough, cough, Susan, you might as well stop crying, cough, otherwise I’m afraid you might silence me afterward..."

Susan instinctively wiped her tears, then it dawned on her!

She trembled, turning Brian’s body toward her, only to find him blinking up at her.

"Ahhh!"

Susan joyfully embraced Brian, exclaiming, "You’re not dead! It’s good you’re not dead!"

She felt an immense guilt just moments before.

Brian struggled fiercely to escape Susan’s suffocating hug.

He collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily, "I was lucky, the monster’s claw only tore through my bulletproof vest, allowing me to survive."

That, of course, was a lie.

In that brief moment of contact,

Brian’s right foot, kicked out in an instant, was severely fractured due to the impact from the beast’s terrifying speed. The beast’s right claw also tore open his chest alongside the bulletproof vest.

He remained motionless as he was healing himself with the Gift Energy.

The aberrant nature of this Mutant Beast redefined Brian’s understanding of the world.

Its burst of speed was as fast as Instant Teleportation, brushing causes injury, touching means death.

The mutants he had encountered, including his uncle Billy, were nothing in comparison. It was like comparing a fertilized egg to an adult, no comparison at all.

Brian even felt that Mutant Beasts represented a completely different level of life!

Susan was unaware of Brian’s inner turmoil.

She lay powerless beside Brian, rarely cursing, "I almost thought I wouldn’t survive today, FK, this feeling was too exhilarating. Now that I’ve calmed down, I don’t even want to move a finger."

...

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

Several helicopters slowly landed on the mountaintop.

Enthusiastically, the pilots and the Commander from the transport chopper all rushed to the side of the still-writhing Mutant Beast’s body and cheered, "We’ve struck it rich! We’ve struck it rich!"

Mutant Beasts were rare.

A fresh, intact Mutant Beast corpse was even rarer.

Back to base.

Each of them was about to receive a large bonus!

There were even incredibly precious merits up for grabs!

They had made a fortune!

Hearing the commotion,

Brian’s expression subtly changed.

He looked up, quickly scrambled to his feet, and dashed over to push away the pilots. To their astonishment, he threw himself onto the decaying flesh on the ground, pounding it with his fists.

Obsession increased by one!

Feeling the information flood his mind, Brian emitted a satisfied sigh.

Invincible!

He had never expected this terrifying Mutant Beast to burst out with obsession!

If he could acquire its formidable physical fitness and speed, Brian felt he might even try wearing his underwear outside his pants.

"Hey, buddy, calm down! Just calm down! Don’t hold a grudge; it’s already dead, and this is a fortune," a few pilots hurriedly lifted the Brian, who was venting on the Mutant Beast’s corpse, and set him aside.

Their movements were very gentle.

The military was a place brimming with hormones, where strength and iron-bloodedness were revered.

As for the man who could entice with his physical body and still manage to kill in return,

they genuinely admired him.

And if it hadn’t been for Brian and another killing the Mutant Beast, they would have ended up having to physically destroy it with missiles, likely not obtaining such an intact corpse.

This guy in front of them was like their god of wealth!

Brian didn’t have time to check the information in his mind and quickly asked the pilots, "Where is the other Mutant Beast?"

"About two or three kilometers east, but I think it’s turned into mud. If you want to vent, maybe you could go there to relieve yourself..."

The leading Commander joked.

"Thank you."

As these people watched in amazement, Brian limped and jogged towards the east.

Watching his disappearing figure,

the Commander shrugged his shoulders, "This kid sure holds a grudge. What’s his name?"

"Brian, just promoted from the operations department to a Sequence Soldier. I think he’s also some kind of Autopsy Officer. Lucky guy, he took down an S-tier Mutant fugitive, got promoted, and isn’t really a combatant."

Because of the S-tier fugitive - Transformer.

There were indeed a few in this NW armed flight squad who knew about Brian.

The Commander nodded, "So that’s Brian, not bad. I’ll see if I can transfer him over when we get back; I really like this kid."

As he finished,

he didn’t hear any sounds of agreement from his subordinates.

Sensing something was off, the Commander turned around only to see a tall, cold-faced, blonde beauty standing behind him, looking at him with a sneer...