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Chapter 121 - 106 Just so little money, it’s hard for me to keep it a secret for you (extra - 1 for alliance leader 曲罢不知人在否)

Chapter 121: Chapter 106 Just so little money, it’s hard for me to keep it a secret for you (extra Chapter 1 for alliance leader 曲罢不知人在否)

Team leader’s office.

Susan was wiping the fresh blood on her hands with a tissue and looked at a yawning, visibly tired Brian, then stood up to close the office door, "I’ve already warned Ahmed, he won’t retaliate against you."

Brian glanced at the closed door, put away his disguise, and walked up to the calm-acting Susan, "Let’s not talk about that idiot now, Susan, the poisoning case was solved..."

"It’s all thanks to Shi San’s efforts, you... ugh..."

After a while.

Susan was stepping on Brian’s chest and wiped the saliva at the corner of her mouth, looking down at him, "Before you clarify how many women you’ve slept with, don’t you dare kiss your boss in the office or I’ll smash your head!"

Brian nodded grievously.

You didn’t have this attitude when we were kissing...

...

The poisoning case was solved.

Group B6 still had another case, the Clown Murder case.

In the afternoon.

Brian, along with Shi San, revisited several crime scenes where the clown had attacked.

Unfortunately, all the scenes were in open areas.

Apart from the lingering blood scent left by the victims, they didn’t gain much.

He then went to examine the bodies of the victims.

All were killed with a hammer.

The hammer was a large, long-handled iron hammer commonly used on construction sites, weighing about twenty pounds. Although not very common, they were still widely circulated, making it difficult to track down the killer’s identity from this clue alone.

The workload was too much.

Even for a showoff like him, facing a case of random killings purely for the sake of murdering left Brian somewhat helpless for the moment.

All he could do was wait for the perpetrator to strike again to see if they could find some useful clues.

After work.

Brian wanted to see Susan to deepen their relationship, but then he received shocking news.

Susan, riding her motorcycle, smiled warmly at Brian, "Brian, because you solved the poisoning case, the headquarters are rewarding me with a month of training at the Commonwealth headquarters. I’ve also exchanged for some enhancement liquid and need to adjust to it, so, see you in a month."

"What?"

Brian wanted to say more.

Roar~

Susan had already revved up the motorcycle’s engine and sped away from in front of him.

She wanted to use this month to see if Brian would behave himself.

Hopeless flirt.

Even if she was moved, she wouldn’t want him!

Watching Susan’s disappearing figure, Brian felt somewhat crestfallen.

With those part-time women he used to know, it was just a pure physical relationship, but with Susan, he initially was attracted by her appearance, yet as they spent more time together, he truly developed feelings for her.

But it was not without its difficulties.

Convincing Susan was just the first step; there was also Susan’s family behind her that posed a challenge.

He still needed to work hard!

"Come on, Shi San, you’re also just over two months old, baby. Today, Dad is taking you out for a drink."

Taking advantage of having nothing much on hand.

Tomorrow was Halloween and the team had the day off.

Brian planned to call up people from the group, including the two new members soon to join, to bond a little.

...

Bar.

Only Ivan and Glenn, the two single men in Group B6, accepted Brian’s invitation.

Old Harden and the Weapon Expert, Ali, planned to go home to spend Halloween with their families.

Female newcomer Edna was free.

However, when she went to Glenn’s house previously, she discovered that his doorbell was a silicone head of a woman with an open mouth.

Yes, just like those sex doll mouths.

Pressing the doorbell required sticking a finger into that mouth once.

Edna felt Glenn was disrespectful to women and kicked him on the spot.

Hearing Glenn would also come.

She declined Brian’s gathering invitation.

The two newcomers were Brian’s former colleague Tom, and the other was a black patrol officer named Green.

After introductions.

Brian placed a disposable cup in front of curious Shi San and looked at the somewhat reserved black patrol officer Green and former Forensic Bureau colleague Tom, "Why haven’t your transfer applications been sorted out yet?"

Tom shrugged, "I’ve already sorted it out, and my personnel file has also moved to Group B6, but your female clerk called and told me to come to the office after the holiday."

Black patrol officer Green looked slightly distressed, "The office told me to transfer after Halloween."

Tom sipped his chilled beer, showing empathy, "It’s normal, holidays are always the busiest times. When I was a detective before, I hated holidays the most."

"Okay, just try to speed it up," Brian downed the beer in his cup.

Besides the last Group B6 bar gathering.

He hadn’t relaxed like this in a long time.

In casual conversation.

Tom curiously asked, "Brian, I heard that your group solved that bad illicit drug poisoning case discovered a few days ago?"

This information hadn’t been leaked, but as part of the onsite investigation crew, Tom had heard some details.

Brian nodded, "Yeah, Shi San found the production den through the smell of special contraband and solved the case."

Tom looked at Shi San licking beer under the table and enviously said, "He’s really a good dog, I’ll raise one too. My former team leader said if I could earn merits, I could exchange for a magic reagent to restore my health."

He had previously suffered a nearly fatal gunshot wound, severely affecting his vitality and preventing him from working on the front lines, which is why he ended up at the Forensic Bureau.

Hearing this, Brian didn’t tell Tom that unless he made significant contributions, he would only receive monetary rewards.

Sticking with him, as long as Tom assisted him well, getting a healing reagent was not a big deal.

Green was just a newly joined patrol officer who hadn’t even heard of the poisoning case.

After Tom filled him in.

Green looked at Brian admiringly:

"I really hope to transfer to Group B6 now, to see some major cases."

Patrolling is so dull.

I heard from a colleague that on Halloween we’re pretty bored, driving around patrolling and catching kids sneaking beers and some women who go crazy drunk, running naked around the streets..."

"Uh?"

Glenn, who had been hunting for targets in the bar, suddenly turned around, "Dude, did you say women going crazy drunk, running around naked?"

Green nodded, "Yes, I heard we catch a few every festival, then we’d take them back to the station and lock them up until they sober up, then release them."

Ivan also put down his drink glass, "A lot of beer?"

"Quite a lot." Green nodded again, "As you know, middle school kids like to imitate adults. They take advantage of the holidays to buy some beer and hide away to have parties."

Ivan and Glenn exchanged glances and then looked seriously at the Black officer, Green, "Buddy, as the new colleague about to join our team, we have an obligation to accompany you on your last day of patrol duty tomorrow!"

Green was delighted, "Thanks so much, we have to have a drink to that!"

Watching the cheerful youngster, Brian’s eyes showed pity.

This guy has no idea what trouble the Teddy brothers will bring tomorrow...

...

Alcohol really does foster bonding.

With a little drink and some boasts, everyone quickly grew more familiar.

But since we’re driving later.

Everyone drank with restraint.

This city checks for drunk driving, but it’s hard to determine. It probably has to meet Brian’s past life standard of drunk driving to count.

If the person is conscious and walking freely, even if the standard is exceeded, they generally won’t be prosecuted.

Brian can expel alcohol from his body anytime and didn’t care, but he didn’t want his colleagues to harm themselves or others; after making sure everyone could walk freely, he suggested calling it a night.

..

Back at the apartment.

Brian parked the car and, carrying a still-burping Shi San, was about to go upstairs.

Suddenly, from the balcony overhead, came a man’s low exclamation:

"You say you’re having my child? FK, impossible, absolutely impossible. So many people were there; you can’t just claim it’s mine because I have some money; I won’t admit it!"

The poor quality phone didn’t protect the man’s privacy.

From the other end of the line came an angry woman’s voice: "Stop lying, it is yours, I can swear to God, because of all those men, you were the only one not wearing..."

"Bullshit!"

Spotting Brian below, who was enjoying the drama, the man hurriedly hung up the phone and disappeared from the balcony.

Seeing this, Brian grinned lightly.

If it’s true, that guy is screwed.

Suddenly.

He thought of something.

Susan had said that inside the NW base, apart from breeding a group of Mutants, they also controlled their reproduction through technological means, filtering offspring that exhibited some Mutant traits.

As a boss-level Mutant himself, would his offspring be affected?

Thinking of this possibility.

The smile disappeared from Brian’s face.

Logically, his uncle’s children all seemed normal, and the FBI there didn’t bother them, indicating that if only one parent is a Mutant, the odds of affecting the offspring wasn’t significant.

But Brian was still a bit agitated.

Added to that, he had taken a nap during the day,

After tossing Shi San onto the couch, Brian changed into casual clothes and went out again, hitting the streets for a night run.

His physical condition was strong, his endurance comparable to that of a beast.

Unknowingly.

He ran to a subway entrance of the Red Line.

Los Angeles has a comprehensive road network, but its light rail and subway are just okay, very short. They had been stopped for a long period before being restarted in ’93 and began to extend.

At this time, not many passengers could be seen.

Only a few homeless people, curled up under cardboard CCTV cameras, were sound asleep.

It was a smart move.

Even if some miscreants wanted to harass or bully the homeless, they generally wouldn’t choose those under surveillance, so places with cameras were a good choice for the homeless.

However, these kinds of places were also more likely to be cleared out.

...

Brian’s sense of smell was sensitive, and even without his enhanced sense of smell activated, he could still detect some effluence, prompting him to quicken his pace.

After passing the subway entrance, he slowed down near a flowerbed.

Suddenly.

He twitched his ears, instantly activating his enhanced sense of smell.

The next instant.

A pungent smell of blood surged into his nostrils from behind the flowerbed.

Brian’s eyes squinted slightly, and he stopped, trying to draw his gun but realizing that in his agitated state, he had left the house in new clothes and now only had a set of keys and a mobile phone with him.

Usually, unless absolutely necessary, Brian would pretend not to notice and just walk away.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t in a good mood now.

Added to his low-tier Undying Body, this gave Brian confidence.

He casually picked up a roughly one-pound irregular stone and disappeared behind the flowerbed.

Behind the flowerbed was an old public basketball court.

At the moment, under the dim lights.

On the court, a figure wearing a clown mask and wielding a large sledgehammer was standing with his head tilted, staring blankly at two corpses, one male and one female, on the ground.

He was holding a bulging wallet in his hand.

Brian’s eyes lit up.

The Clown Hammer Killer!

The clown, sensitive and perceptive, noticed Brian appearing about twenty meters away almost immediately.

He glanced at the fence surrounding the basketball court, scratched his head, then suddenly threw the wallet he was holding directly at Brian.

The wallet landed precisely at Brian’s feet.

Brian glanced at the wallet, which contained roughly a few hundred US dollars in cash, and looked back at the clown on the court.

The other man pointed at the wallet and then at his still-dripping bloody sledgehammer, making a zipping motion across his mouth with his finger.

Brian shook his head and, under the curious gaze of the clown, approached the fence. ImVecronyshing, he said to the clown through the fence, "Buddy, for this little amount, it’s hard for me to keep your secret!"

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