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Chapter 146 - 127 S-Class Wanted Notice: Laughing Clown, New Case (Extra 8 for the Alliance Leader ’Brilliance of the Night’)_2

Chapter 146: Chapter 127 S-Class Wanted Notice: Laughing Clown, New Case (Extra 8 for the Alliance Leader ’Brilliance of the Night’)_2

Old Hardenn suddenly called out to him, "Brian, a fax has come in from headquarters."

Brian took the fax, still reeking of ink, and started to read.

As he read,

he laughed.

It was a wanted notice:

Codename: Laughing Clown.

Beneath was a high-definition satellite photo, the very disguise Brian had worn in the early hours of the morning.

You couldn’t deny it, it was pretty clear.

Below the picture, there were three facial reconstructions, the third of a gaunt, long-faced man, whose appearance under Brian’s mask last night bore some resemblance, at least the overall bone structure was similar, but the facial features were off.

It was a limitation of technology.

Satellites, after all, were not x-ray machines.

Underneath the concealment of the mask, even computer supercalculation and projection technologies could only simulate based on exposed bone structure, positioning of the eyes and nose beneath the mask, through the use of big data, but it was impossible to achieve a perfect restoration.

But a sixty-percent similarity was already quite impressive.

If Brian had not altered the structure of his facial bones and truly resembled the third reconstruction, there was indeed a risk of exposure.

Without the divine skill of Body Control, being close to the sea and ready to flee at any moment...

He wouldn’t have dared to be so bold last night.

...

Beneath the portraits, there was some brief description:

Physique: Tall and thin, approximately 2.2 meters, skeletal...finger bones...

Deeds: Single-handedly annihilated the fully staffed thirty-person FBI B4 Squad.

Evaluation:

An extremely dangerous Mutant, with single-arm strength exceeding five hundred kilograms, speed surpassing nine seconds over a hundred meters, adept in use of modern firearms, having precision beyond that of a regular Sharpshooter, precise Throwing, suspected Night Vision ability, highly unstable mental state.

Upon discovery, a recommendation to directly engage in a firepower sweep for extermination.

Brian: ..

His own alias was truly more impressive one after another, the previous Butcher alias hadn’t been treated this way.

He put down the fax and, with a sense of irony, expressed his concern, "I can’t imagine what it would be like if we encountered such a dangerous person, how can someone’s combat power be this strong?"

Old Hardenn, however, didn’t react much, speaking somberly, "Mutants are just a bunch of monsters, those who can maintain their sanity, are the monsters among monsters."

Seeing this, Brian pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Old Hardenn, "Some things, they weigh on you and cause pain, we’re comrades, why not talk about it?"

Here, unlike his past life, there wasn’t a habit of offering cigarettes, except voluntarily or with close relationships.

Like Susan, who had taken the initiative to do so with Brian before.

The group of addicts indeed had this custom.

Old Hardenn hesitantly accepted the cigarette but didn’t smoke it, just shook his head:

"There’s nothing to talk about, I just saw, in my youth, a monster that was more fearsome than this Clown.

Back then, the National Guard was deployed, but after the monster killed a few hundred people, it disappeared into the sea, and there were no more sightings of it."

"Are you kidding me?"

The cigarette that Brian had just lit nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

It wasn’t that he was prone to overreact, but having experienced a full-scale military assault, Brian understood all too well the horror of a modern armed force.

After all.

Even with his non-human strength and not too shabby firepower, facing a group of over twenty elite soldiers in a close siege, he still got shot more than a dozen times, and that was without them using heavy weapons or missiles.

Brian couldn’t imagine any monster capable of killing hundreds in a military siege and still getting away.

After all, no matter how fast you are, can you really outrun bullets and missiles from above?

The incident in Forest Park, with those two Mutant Beasts that could run a hundred meters in three to four seconds, provided an answer with their corpses.

Old Hardenn shrugged, "Until I saw it myself, I didn’t believe in such monsters either, but it really did happen, more than thirty years ago. The individual was of Hua Country descent, nobody knew his name, only a moniker."

"What’s it called?"

"Long, it all started with the grand opening of a martial arts training hall in Chinatown, Los Angeles, which was bullied by some unscrupulous Chinese gangs. After fighting back, the entire family of the dojo was blown up by the gang.

At that time, the police department leaders, having taken money, did nothing.

After that, Long appeared.

He seemed to be only in his thirties and, overnight, wiped out all the gang members and corrupt cops who tried to extort them, not sparing even their families. As things escalated, the death toll rose.

The police wanted to use the remaining members of the dojo as bait.

Out of anger, Long killed several police and brutally murdered the family members of those heads...

In the end, the National Guard got involved, and after he killed a lot of people, he was injured and disappeared into the sea.

The incident blew up too big.

Officially, all news was silenced, and only those of us old folks who were there at the time, and lucky enough to survive, knew some of the key details.

Most people just thought it was a terrorist attack."

After finishing, old Harden returned to his corner workstation and resumed his game.

"Long..."

Brian suddenly remembered the ’Master’ his uncle had mentioned, a term that seemed likely to come from Hua Country.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that Long, after escaping from Los Angeles, went to New York?

Brian immediately returned to his computer, pushed Shi San, who was dozing off, aside, and began searching for news from over thirty years ago.

Unfortunately, other than some news about a terrorist attack at the time, Brian only found a few reports on gas pipeline explosions in the Chinese community that caused many deaths.

"Can humans really reach that extent?"

Brian felt a bit out of it since hearing the news.

Although he had started to race down the non-human path because of the Blood Moon, he was not on the same level as the ’Long’ old Harden had described.

To fight a modern army with just one’s body.

Even a modern army from thirty years ago was incomprehensible.

At least, it suggested that the other party was not afraid of ordinary bullets and missiles, for otherwise, no matter how fast, there would be no chance to counter in the face of the army’s sweeping attacks.

It was almost like a Marvel hero had descended into reality.

"I wonder if I can reach that level..."

Lost in thought, Brian coasted until the end of the workday.

...

Just as Brian was about to take Shi San home to figure out how to collect a massive amount of bugs to fulfill the Beastman’s obsession of being devoured by vermin, a phone call disrupted his plan.

"Brian, there’s a new case, someone found a woman’s body on the green strip in the middle of the road, and according to the patrol officers who arrived, the condition of the body is somewhat strange."

Clerk Edna, called Brian back just as he was walking to the door.

Brian: ...

This kind of last-minute overtime, really annoying!

Assistant Tom, who had played games all day, was chatting with old Harden and groaned as he clutched his head, "Oh God, I’ve made dinner plans with the lady next door."

Ever since finding out about the treatment reagent inside NW, the old guy had been rejuvenated, looking to fall in love again.

He hadn’t dared before because he couldn’t help it.

Due to an injury, his body had always been weak, and he wasn’t up to snuff in that department; modern women understood, they could accept other things, but if you were not performing, they’d sensitively put a warm hat on your head.

Sharpshooter Green, tired from shooting all day, was actually quite pleased.

The more cases, the more bonuses.

...

Complain as they might,

they still had work to do.

Three people and one dog, driving three cars, headed towards the crime scene.