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Chapter 138 - 121: The Original Sect Appears! (Adding 6 more - s for the alliance leader ’Splendor of the Night’)

Chapter 138: Chapter 121: The Original Sect Appears! (Adding 6 more Chapters for the alliance leader ’Splendor of the Night’)

Thinking about Schrodinger’s surveillance.

The patrol officer suddenly realized, roughly wrapped up the dazed Sylue again, half-supported and half-dragged, and took her out of the detention room.

The gunshot just now would attract attention within the station.

He had to get out quickly and explain the situation.

Seeing that the person had left.

Brian took out the hemostatic spray he had prepared earlier, first treated Hader who had lost his cause of trouble with hemostasis, then tied up his hands and feet, ready for the next experiment.

Actually, he could have just used his foot to physically reduce the secretion of male hormones in Hader’s body.

But that was too disgusting.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Yes, the second step was to remove Hader’s cause of trouble.

Whether using chemical or physical methods, either was fine.

Hader’s case was complicated.

He was a congenital sufferer of super-male syndrome, but due to certain reasons during his growth, Hader’s personality wasn’t much affected.

Then, some accidents occurred causing Hader, under the influence of internal hormones and external stimuli, to develop a second personality truly fitting the super-male syndrome.

According to the situation currently understood by Brian.

It seemed that Hader’s mother, with her love, taught Hader to form his current personality, but her profession subconsciously gave rise to Hader’s second personality.

But none of these mattered anymore.

Hader’s fate was destined for a psychiatric hospital.

Brian had to take advantage of this opportunity to proceed to the third step.

...

He had always been thinking about how to torment to death a second personality.

First, the foundation that gave rise to this personality had to be destroyed: the abnormal hormone secretion.

This step was already completed.

Without the cause of trouble.

The level of male hormones in Hader’s body would rapidly decrease.

Now it was time for the third step.

Here arose a question: What is tormenting to death?

Is torment strictly physical torture?

Senior instructor Brian didn’t think so.

Mental torture was also a form of torment.

He used his body to block the surveillance, took out the sterile willow-leaf blade, first controlled the pheromones that he specially emitted for Hader, concentrated them in the blood on his fingers, then cut open his finger, and evenly smeared the fresh blood over Hader’s scalp.

This way, under the stimulation of the pheromones, Hader’s second personality had no place to hide and had to endure the stimulation of the pheromones while desperately seeking relief.

It was uncertain how long it could last.

Having done all this.

Brian put away the spray and blade, with a thought, the wound on his finger automatically wriggled, without even using Gift Energy, it turned into a fine red line, barely showing any signs of injury.

Under his strong cellular activity.

The wound would completely heal within at most a day.

Next was to wait for Hader’s second personality to suffer from unsatisfied desires and eventually collapse under such torment.

Before that.

Brian was not sure if he could fulfill the dead man’s obsession.

He just did what he wanted to do.

Kind-hearted Hader should not be tormented by him.

Wicked Hader shouldn’t escape every time he did something bad, letting the kind-hearted side suffer the punishment.

This principle of action made Brian feel his soul increasingly calm.

...

The absurd incident in the detention room involved a congressman’s wife and was resolved with utmost speed.

The detention room’s surveillance conveniently broke, resulting in all stored data being lost.

The congressman’s secretary arrived at the station first, and after consulting with all the informed parties, the incident was documented as:

Expert Sylue, during an evaluation, was shamelessly attacked by the criminal, the station’s well-trained officers immediately rescued the pitiful Miss Sylue and shot the mentally ill criminal Hader.

Thus, Sylue’s shameful ordeal naturally ceased to exist, and she wouldn’t face embarrassment; in fact, after a few minor reports, she might even receive praise from the public.

For the sake of saving those criminals’ lost souls and upholding the justice and dignity of the law, psychological expert and authority on criminal psychology, Miss Sylue took the risk to evaluate emotionally unstable criminals.

Listen, how great.

The station no longer had to worry about responsibility.

Brian, too, casually completed his task.

If Hader was lucky, he might focus on enjoying life at the psychiatric hospital, becoming his true self.

Sylue also fulfilled her own declaration of being a saviour with her body, completing the redemption of the criminal.

Everyone was happy.

...

Two ambulances respectively took away Sylue and Hader.

The former was directly taken to a private medical facility with high confidentiality.

The latter, with his hands and feet secured, was taken aboard the ambulance under the watch of several patrol officers.

Before leaving.

Hader was still furiously yelling towards Brian, "Give it to me, give it to me!"

This made Brian once again realize the terror of himself being a male seducer.

Truly capable of attracting both men and women!

It was only because he was tired of ’seafood’ and now sought some spiritual satisfaction, wanting to be a decent man, otherwise Brian dared not think how depraved he might become.

Humming a tune.

Brian declined the request of a young patrol officer who wanted to follow him and drove back to the B6 office.

...

Upon his return, Brian saw Shi San at his desk, seriously watching a preschool education video on repeat.

However, its sleepy-eyed expression had betrayed it.

Edna, the female clerk, took the opportunity to tease, "Oh, Shi San, you’re awake, haha, Brian, why would you give a two-month-old puppy preschool education? No puppy is that smart."

She finished speaking.

Shi San had already bared his teeth at this blabbermouth of a dog.

Edna covered her mouth, "It didn’t understand what I said, did it?"

Brian absentmindedly touched the crocodile skin belt at his waist.

Shi San’s dog face changed instantly, revealing a healing smile, wagging its tail, looking every bit the innocent puppy.

Brian changed the subject, "Edna, the mass murder case has been closed. Just submit the paperwork directly. By the way, where are Ivan and the others?"

Edna’s attention successfully diverted, "A homeless man while rummaging through a garbage chute, found a male corpse that was only half intact. They went to take care of it."

Brian nodded.

After Edna returned to her workstation, he turned to Shi San, showing a kindly smile, "Not bad, you’ve even learned to pretend, getting smarter."

"Whine~ (So sleepy~)"

Shi San rushed to Brian’s palm, nuzzling his little head back and forth, acting cute.

Brian, amused by Shi San’s cheekiness, pinched its face for a while before letting it go.

This damned dog, it hadn’t learned much else, but its cheekiness was certainly growing.

No clue who it learned that from.

...

Nothing else to do.

Brian headed to the shooting range and after firing more than two hundred bullets, unleashed some of his increasingly restless energy, then it was time to clock out.

Ivan and the others also returned with the mangled corpse.

Brian glanced briefly at the corpse and noticed that the break was oddly located, like rubber had been forcibly stretched until it tore.

If you don’t understand, think of dismemberment by horses.

However, eyes on the present, typically only some gangs use this brutal method of killing with vehicles to intimidate enemies or inner members.

But now, it was time to clock out.

That was a matter for tomorrow to consider.

Now Brian was unencumbered, just him and the dog.

Clocking out, no concerns.

Brian immediately called Ivan and the others for a small gathering at the bar.

...

At the bar.

Two big mugs of beer down.

Brian breathed out comfortably, "How was the case today?"

Ivan put down his big beer mug,

"Quite strange, judging from the marks, it appears two vehicles pulled the victim back and forth until his body was literally torn apart, causing his death.

The victim had struggled before dying, which fits with the described manner of death.

Gangs have used similar methods before to punish betraying gang members, but usually, they handle the bodies themselves. The police don’t actively investigate such cases; it’s an unspoken agreement between them.

But this body ended up directly in a garbage bin."

Glenn also nodded, "I suspect this case is personal revenge against the gang, dumping the body was probably meant to get the attention of both the police and the gang."

He grew up in the slums and was naturally sharp about these things.

Glenn interrupted the three’s conversation, "Hey, we’re off the clock, don’t be so morose. Life’s not all about dead bodies, let’s talk about something else."

Brian grinned mischievously, "How about we talk about your illness and treatment?"

Glenn rolled his eyes, "Don’t do that, buddy, you can’t help me anyway."

"No, no, no, you might want to visit Chinatown, there’s a private vineyard there that sells high-strength medicinal wine, it not only activates your blood and disinfects, but it also tastes quite good."

Glenn’s eyes lit up, "That wine could help me?"

Brian shook his head, "No help at all, I just really like drinking it."

Glenn instantly gave Brian the middle finger.

This diversion turned everyone’s topics to a more relaxed direction.

He looked at the three engrossed in conversation, took a big gulp of ice-cold beer, "I think I’m addicted to it now, it’s really a great massage technique, especially if the masseur is a young lady, I’d enjoy it even more."

Seeing him enjoy himself so much, Brian teased with a wicked smile, "You do know they reuse that mud, right?"

Glenn paused for a moment.

Reuse?

The thought made him shudder... his face looking as uncomfortable as if he had been squished by a ’big burly man’.

But Ivan perked up.

He patted Glenn on the shoulder, "Sounds a bit disgusting, but if it works, it works. Hey, Glenn, what’s the address, send it to me, I’m not afraid of a little disgust."

Silently, Green took a sip of beer.

He recalled his mother’s advice to him: remember to get along with your colleagues in the new department.

But mom, what if I feel alienated in the new department because I’m not weird enough?

...

After the gathering broke up.

Brian, carrying the blacked-out Shi San, returned to the apartment.

As he approached.

He instinctively activated his enhanced sense of smell and took a sniff.

The next moment.

Brian stopped in his tracks.

A large amount of alcohol vaporized rapidly, spreading through his skin’s pores into the air, engulfing the surroundings with a strong smell of alcohol.

Making sure he was in his best condition.

Brian held his breath and arrived at his apartment door, only to find an enormous blood-colored handprint left on the previously intact wooden door.

Below the handprint, tucked into the doorbell, was a letter.

Brian, unfazed by toxins, directly retrieved the letter.

The surface of the letter was crudely drawn with many symbols, resembling a child’s scribbles.

Brian squinted at these symbols.

They were the imprints of the Original Sect!

This group, having been attacked before, was now being ruthlessly hunted by the FBI and NW Combat Department; why would they come after him?

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