Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 119 - 105: Say Thank You! (5700 words mega - , two-in-one)_2

Chapter 119: Chapter 105: Say Thank You! (5700 words mega Chapter, two-in-one)_2

The woman glanced at the tablet and said expressionlessly, "Brian, Autopsy Officer from Team B6, a Sequence Soldier who killed an S-Class Mutant fugitive."

"I think I’ve heard that name before..."

The man pondered for a moment, but when he couldn’t remember, he gave up thinking about it.

Anyway, the only person in Team B6 he cared about even slightly was Team Leader Susan.

Unfortunately, the woman wasn’t there, so he’d have to take his frustration out on her subordinates first.

The man turned to his subordinates and said, "Send two people..."

The next moment,

Bang! A gunshot.

A searing impact grazed by the man’s mouth, shattering his cigarette into a spray of tobacco.

The entire office fell silent instantly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked toward Brian, who had fired the shot.

Ivan pushed away the three men trying to grapple him and walked over to Glenn, dragging the unconscious Glenn to Brian’s side, "These are people from Team A1. They came looking for Team Leader Susan. When we told them the leader was not here, they got physical."

Brian nodded, a hint of impatience as he waved his gun, "Let me ask again, what is the matter?"

The man seemed not to have expected someone to shoot him.

Trembling, he reached out and touched his lips, which had been seared by the bullet, and snapped furiously, "FK, are you people dead? Draw your guns!"

The others immediately reached for their guns at their waists.

Old Hardenn, holding a phone, anxiously said, "Damn, why did Brian just shoot? I can’t get through to Team Leader Susan, Edna, quick, call headquarters, this is going to be bad!"

After that,

Old Hardenn also drew his own service weapon, intending to stand beside Brian and confront the group.

He really wasn’t good at fighting.

But at this time, if he didn’t draw his gun and stand up, he might as well not stick around in Team B6 anymore.

Before Old Hardenn could take a step,

Bang bang bang—

Gunfire erupted continuously.

One by one, the handguns, precisely struck by bullets, were either thrown flying or had their handles shattered, sending those reaching for their weapons recoiling in pain, and frightening everyone into a cold sweat.

Such accurate gun skills!

He shot fifteen handguns out of their hands.

Brian, facing the horrified eyes of those people, walked up to the man giving orders.

"You..." The man only then sensed something amiss and tried to step back.

Brian kicked out, cutting off the man’s words, and kicked him to his knees. Then he slammed the gun stock down on the man’s head, making him clutch his head and howl in pain, before turning to the calm woman beside him, "Who is this idiot?"

The woman replied cooperatively, "Ahmed White, the new leader of Team AI. His grandfather is one of the founders of NW and one of the three key decision-makers, but he has eight children, and those children have over thirty children in total. He’s just one of them."

Brian looked at the honest woman in surprise, then crouched down, grabbed the hair of the man howling on the ground, "Ahmed, nice to meet you, but I don’t like impolite people. Let me give you another chance, speak, what is your purpose for coming to our Team B6 today?"

Ahmed, his hair grabbed, was forced to raise his head.

He glared at Brian, "You bastard, I won’t let you get away with this."

"Wrong answer!"

Brian shoved the gun barrel into Ahmed’s mouth, pushing up his cheek and pulled the trigger!

Blood and flesh exploded.

Half of Ahmed’s cheek muscle was ripped open, creating a large hole that exposed his gums to the air, which with the outpouring blood, made him look like a grinning, rotting zombie.

His eyes widened in shock and his body trembled, not knowing if it was from pain or fear.

The others on the scene were also stunned.

They watched like lunatics at the handsome and temperate Brian, unable to understand why he would dare to shoot knowing their leader’s identity.

Brian didn’t care about the stares of the others.

He withdrew his somewhat overheated gun barrel due to continuous firing, adjusted its position, and again stuffed it into Ahmed’s mouth, jutting out the other cheek:

"Although I don’t understand why your mother didn’t recharge your intelligence when she bore you, you should thank her for giving you two cheeks.

Now, you have one last chance to speak..."

Ahmed was terrified.

Due to his background, from the moment he was born, everything had always gone his way; whatever he wanted, he could simply ask and receive.

No one had ever treated him so rudely before.

Now, not only was he treated like a dead dog in front of his subordinates, knocked to the ground, but his cheeks had also been exploded in a humiliating fashion.

If it were at any other time.

Ahmed would have angrily ordered his men to kill the culprit.

But now, he just wanted to stay alive and go back, to cry in his mother’s arms about his ordeal today.

Ahmed, swallowing the blood pouring into his throat, tried to speak, but because one side of his mouth was broken and his tongue immobilized by the gun barrel, he could only make hu hu noises.

Seeing this, Brian’s eyes gleamed with mockery, and he deliberately said, "As befits someone of team leader status, very tough. It seems I need to ask someone else."

Saying so, his finger on the trigger pressed down, pulling the trigger.

...

Bang!

Brian mischievously mimicked the sound of a gunshot.

However, no bullet was fired from the gun barrel.

The magazine, originally holding seventeen bullets, had been emptied just earlier.

Wuuu!!!

Terrified, Ahmed’s eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and his expensive custom-made trousers were instantly stained dark with some fluid, as he fainted from fear.