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Chapter 115 - 102 Beastification Reagent_3

Chapter 115: Chapter 102 Beastification Reagent_3

Brian tossed the Beastification Reagent back to the rear seat, "Here’s your stuff. If you’re not afraid to die, use it. If you’re scared, sell it. That syringe must have a tracker. I just found a small tracking radar in that dead guy’s car."

Sandy suddenly realized, "No wonder I ran all the way over here and still got caught. If I had known, I wouldn’t have sold the Beastification Reagent."

"The money under you, is that from selling the reagent?"

"Right, that bunch of Mexicans wanted to double-cross me, so I found an opportunity to blow them sky-high, took the money, and ran. But those bastards had laid an ambush, and that’s how I ended up being chased," Sandy said, grinding her teeth in anger.

"How many times did you sell it?"

"Thr—"

Sandy’s expression froze, she raised her hands in surrender and, after wiping off the syringe’s fingerprints, threw it out of the car:

"I was wrong. I sold it the first time, and that guy just injected it and died instantly from bodily collapse.

When I saw that intact syringe, I thought about rigging it to scam some bastards and make some money. But both times, I ran into backstabbing."

Brian was not at all surprised.

The smell he had detected on the syringe was glucose.

Next.

Brian stopped talking.

Sandy sat anxiously in the backseat, like a prisoner waiting for her fate to be pronounced.

...

Half an hour later.

The entrance to a small town appeared in view.

Brian turned into a lane, entered the town, and then got out of the car with Shi San: "The money, the gun, the car, I’ve left them all to you, along with the treatment reagent. This is my personal number. If you have the information I want, contact me directly."

Sandy received the business card in a daze: "You’re not mad?"

"I do hate being lied to, but that’s only if the person is useless."

Brian leaned in close, released his Biological Field, touched the immobile Sandy’s head, and said softly, "Here’s the deal, as punishment, I refuse to vouch for your entry into NW, but if you can keep our arrangement a secret and complete the mission I give you, my promise to help you get revenge still stands."

A strange feeling surged into Sandy’s heart.

It wasn’t until she came back to her senses that she realized there was no longer any sign of man or dog in her sight.

Sandy touched her burning cheeks and her rapidly beating chest, her mind uncontrollably recalling every moment since she’d met Brian, unconsciously crossing her legs.

"Brian~"

Sandy murmured, touching her swollen nose.

She regained her composure and, looking at her battered reflection in the rearview mirror, gritted her teeth, "Asshole, still expecting me to do work for you? Get lost!"

That being said.

For some reason, she really wanted to see him again... It was like she was under a spell, addicted as she was to D, unable to stop thinking about it. The experiences that had made her so angry before had now turned into self-brainwashing...

With complicated emotions.

Sandy drove away from the town.

Forget it.

The matter of that bastard bullying her, she’d settle that another day.

After returning, she might as well lend a hand and pay attention to the Mutants with the rapid neural responses...

Sandy swore.

She wasn’t hoping to see Brian again.

She just wanted to find that Mutant who had killed her parents and have a strong ally by her side!

She swore!

...

Not far away.

Brian withdrew his gaze, silently lighting a cigarette.

Male Enchanting Demons, terrifying indeed!

In the future, he feared he’d lose the pleasure of chasing women.

Eh.

Boring, truly boring.

With a sense of loneliness as silent as the snow in his life.

Brian called Shi San, preparing to buy a second-hand car in the town to return to Los Angeles.

It had been two days.

He wondered if Susan’s phase of physiological irritability was over.

Hoping that the team members were safe.

...

At that moment.

In Los Angeles, NW Operational Department, B6 Team office.

A group of people stared at the seven photos of corpses projected on the screen, their brows furrowed as if facing a significant dilemma.

Susan, looking at the smoke-filled conference room, suddenly had a thought.

If only Brian were here...