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Chapter 116 - 103 The Terrifying Crimes of a Genius (Extra - 1 for alliance leader ’Pretty Sister’)

Chapter 116: Chapter 103 The Terrifying Crimes of a Genius (Extra Chapter 1 for alliance leader ’Pretty Sister’)

"What’s the hardest case to crack?"

In the hallway, Susan waited expectantly for the man on the other end of the phone to answer.

Amidst the pitter-patter of footsteps,

A lethargic voice said, "Random killings without any apparent motive."

Hearing the answer,

Susan was somewhat disappointed, "If you encounter such a case, do you have any ideas on how to solve it?"

"Generally, there is none."

"What about the not-so-general situations?"

"You’d have to ask God about that."

Susan rolled her eyes, "Get lost. If I don’t see you tomorrow, I’ll put you on a wanted poster—I’m serious, you twisted assessor!"

Saying this, she casually reached out to pet the dog’s head that had appeared before her.

Huh?

Dog’s head?

Susan turned around sharply and saw at the end of the corridor a tall man leaning against the corner, tilting his head as he watched her.

That bastard Brian actually came back!

Brian shrugged his shoulders, "Susan, you actually went and secretly investigated my record. That really hurts."

A flicker of joy passed through Susan’s eyes, but she snorted coldly, "Are you waiting for me to verbally lash out at you so then you can pull out that stack of private medical and rehabilitation bills, make me feel guilty, and subconsciously compensate you?"

Brian: ????

You’ve said it all, what do I say?

Damn, what the hell!

This isn’t the script!

Has Susan wised up?

Seeing Brian standing there dumb as a post, Susan snorted and headed toward the office, "Since you’re here, come on over; we’ve run into a tough case."

Brian watched her back and gestured to Shi San.

Shi San, being very understanding, followed her eagerly, nuzzling up against her.

By the time Brian entered the smoky meeting room, Susan was already hugging Shi San and hiding in her office, furiously cuddling.

...

"Brian? Didn’t the team leader say you needed to take three days off for personal matters?" Ivan, the hulking man, saw Brian come in and was ecstatic.

His face was covered in grease and signs of fatigue, seemingly tormented by the case.

The others weren’t doing much better.

Hardenn’s usually meticulously styled trendy clothes now reeked of a sour odor.

Glenn, the secretive guy, lost his usual refinement, looking listless as if he hadn’t had his fix in over 24 hours—it was clear that he was suffering from withdrawal.

Rookie support staff member Edna had it even worse; her eyes were bloodshot. It was uncertain whether her troubles were due to relationship issues with Glenn over two days or from the smoke in the meeting room.

The only one at ease was probably Ali, the weapon expert, who had been ensconced in the underground shooting range from the start of the workday.

"Wow wow wow, what happened to you guys?" Brian opened the surrounding windows, "Seeing you like this makes me wonder if I’ve been gone for two months."

When it came to solving cases, Ivan was fairly responsible and serious.

He held a laser pointer and pointed at the projector displaying photos of seven victims:

"At the moment, we have two cases on our hands.

This one is the most troublesome.

These seven mummified corpses were discovered in a warehouse in B5’s jurisdiction a week ago.

The corpses have been dead for too long and were treated with special methods that made it impossible to recognize their original appearance; even 3D bone reconstruction technology can’t offer any technical support.

There’s no data matching them in the DNA database.

Their abdomens have been cut open, and the internal organs are missing.

The only certainties we have are two points.

One is their gender.

Four of them are male, three are female.

The other point is that they were all drug addicts."

Brian looked carefully at the incisions on the abdomens of the corpses, then asked with confusion, "If this case is within B5’s jurisdiction, why has it been assigned to us?"

Hardenn sighed and interjected:

"Someone put handmade timed explosives in their takeout food.

There were five people in the office; four died on the spot, and the remaining one is still in a coma. Now, their team is left with a team leader and two members.

Headquarters did an investigation and found the whole thing started because a member of B5 wanted to hit on a waitress at the fast food place, and her boyfriend, in a fit of anger, sent them a ’generous gift.’"

Glenn expressed the deepest sentiment, "I feel like nowadays, people are getting more and more hot-tempered."

Immediately, Hardenn retorted, "You’re just afraid that the husbands of the women you’ve slept with will shove their big, dark guns into your mouth! I just hope you don’t drag us down with you when it happens!"

"You better deal with your soliciting problems first, old john!" Glenn shot back mercilessly.

Ever since the first discordant day they met, the two had been constantly at each other’s throats.

During the conversation,

Hardenn’s phone rang.

He glanced at the number, and without bothering to continue the verbal tussle with Glenn, sprinted out of the meeting room with a smile plastered on his face, "Ophelia, don’t be like that; I thought our relationship wasn’t measured with money..."

Sitting next to Hardenn, Edna rubbed her red eyes, "He’s been very busy lately. I heard he’s trying to avoid being blackmailed by the women at the transvestite club, planning to try the romance approach. But it seems like it’s not going smoothly."

Brian: ...

No wonder Susan looked at me as if I were her dear old dad.

Having such a group of subordinates, what a blessing from her past life.

...

Brian walked up to the projector, looked again at the incisions on the abdomens of the corpses, and said to Ivan, "Is this case giving us a lot of trouble?"

Ivan nodded:

"We’ve investigated the warehouse and found out that the last person who rented it died half a year ago. He was a recluse with quirks and we couldn’t find any useful information on him.

That’s not the real issue, though.

The biggest problem is that there’s been a spree of drug addicts being killed recently in Los Angeles.

When the bodies of these addicts are found, all their organs have been harvested!

This led us to a dreadful possibility."

Hearing Ivan’s words, Brian’s mind raced: Addicts, organs...

Suddenly,

Brian thought of a terrifying hypothesis!

His expression grew grave, "Are you suggesting someone is using the bodies of addicts to make drugs?"

Ivan nodded, "Yes, it’s highly likely that’s the case."

Brian nodded, "That indeed is troublesome."

Addicts, due to long-term use of illegal drugs, have a high concentration of unmetabolized substances in their organs. In other words, one can extract highly pure illegal narcotics from their organs with simple procedures.

Just imagine.

Selling illegal drugs to addicts.

After their money is drained, they’re killed, and their organs harvested to extract the drugs.

The extracted narcotics are then sold to other addicts...

It’s a closed loop.

The person who came up with this idea is truly genius.

Because addicts are pretty much like insects hiding in the sewers; even their relatives don’t care about them.

The likelihood of sudden death among addicts is also high.

Even if someone notices they haven’t been seen in a long time, they’ll just sigh, thinking the person has finally found release, and just go about their lives, rather than waste time looking for where they might have died.

This kind of thing is far too common.

Every year in Los Angeles, the number of unclaimed bodies exceeds four digits.

To put it bluntly.

Ordinary officers, unless dealing with drug lords from whom they can benefit, don’t usually take cases involving harm to addicts all that seriously.

So why are Ivan and his colleagues so nervous?

Because the narcotics refined from the corpses of addicts carry a frightening substance: prion virus!

Once the prion virus enters a human body, there’s a significant chance that the host will contract Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (prion disease).

Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease is a rare and fatal condition that leads to disturbances in sleep, personality changes, and eventually, the gradual loss of language skills and vision, resulting in death within a year or two.

The mortality rate is one hundred percent; there are no survivors.

And the key point is that this disease is both communicable and hereditary!

It can be transmitted through body fluids, blood, medical procedures, and surgical tools, nearly on par with HIV.

The problem is.

During surgeries or medical treatments, HIV is tested for routinely, but Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease can easily be overlooked unless symptoms are clear.

And there’s more...

This includes transmission through sex.

The so-called trinity of vice: sex, gambling, and drugs.

Sex is tightly linked to the latter two.

It’s normal for addicts to have drug-fueled parties.

This could lead to human-to-human transmission.

The reason why not many know about Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, or prion disease, is mainly that it’s uncommon.

Generally, unless someone is deranged enough to eat human brains or carry genetic material for the disease that then mutates, the chance of contracting the disease is minuscule.

Addicts dying en masse is a minor issue.

But human-to-human transmission of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease is a major problem!

...

Brian rubbed his head, "Why is this case being handed to us? Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t the FBI be directly involved?"

Ivan’s expression conveyed apology,

"The FBI says their branch members have been harmed and currently need psychological counseling.

NW believes that this mess is something our B6 unit has stirred up because it was originally the FBI’s responsibility, but now it’s turned into NW’s primary concern.

They’ll arrange for people to assist with the investigation.

But if things don’t go smoothly, our team will have to take the fall..."

Brian: ...

So, it’s Susan who’d be taking the fall.

He let out a long, heavy sigh, "Let’s discuss the current progress of the investigation. And the corpses, I’d like to examine them."

When in doubt, ask the cheat code.

For his future wife Susan, Brian was ready to cheat a little.

Ivan spread his hands:

"All the corpses have been sent to other ’A’ teams.

Glenn activated his informant network, only to find out that the narcotics detected with prion virus were randomly thrown onto the street at night, suggesting the perpetrator did not intend to make money but seemed more like carrying out revenge or a terror attack.

The problem is that there are too many people harmed by addicts.

There are also not a few who possess the appropriate extraction technology.

The group is too large, and even with a criminal profile screening for matches in both areas, it would take a lot of time,

By that point.

Even if we capture the instigator, we’ll still get thrown out to take the blame."

Upon hearing this.

Brian felt a headache coming on.

Without the motive of money, this reduces the steps in the crime, lowering the risk of getting caught.

He too lit up a cigarette in frustration, "What about searching the extraction sites? To extract drugs from so many organs, the odor would be distinct, and a sizable space would be needed. There can only be so many suitable sites; maybe there’s a chance of finding something?"

"Useless!" Ivan shook his head immediately:

"As soon as the case was discovered, both the underworld and law enforcement in Los Angeles mobilized. In one night, all possible locations were searched, but nothing was found.

We even dare not issue a public notice, for fear of causing panic.

Moreover, even with a notice, those who are addicted to the drugs wouldn’t care.

Our only way out of this deadlock is to have a large number of officers on nocturnal stakeouts and secretly install cameras on streets frequented by addicts, hoping to catch the culprit spreading narcotics with prion virus.

As long as we find the source, whether by arresting them or taking them out, we can solve the problem."

...

After listening to Ivan’s rundown.

Brian felt his headache intensify.

After pondering for a while.

He came up with a far-fetched solution.

Looking at Ivan’s anxious guilt.

Brian patted his shoulder, "Got it, I have a way to find them. Leave this case to me, you guys get a good night’s rest and handle another case."

Having said that.

Brian headed for Susan’s office.

A dog is fed for ten days but used at the crucial moment.

Go for it, Shi San!

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