Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 151 - 130 Remember to follow Shi San’s cues! (Extra update 9 for the alliance master ’Night’s Brilliance’)

Chapter 151: Chapter 130 Remember to follow Shi San’s cues! (Extra update 9 for the alliance master ’Night’s Brilliance’)

"Whatever."

After pondering for a moment, in the absence of any prior information, Brian shook his head and stopped thinking about the issue.

He decided not to meddle in matters that didn’t concern him.

Concerning him.

The dead bodies of the Original Sect and the FBI Hunting Team were precedents to consider.

Filled with the joy of his unexpected gains, Brian dialed Susan’s number.

Susan wasn’t dumb, but she was often single-minded and careless, which made it easy for her to inadvertently offend people.

Brian wondered whether she had been bullied in London.

After waiting for over ten seconds, the phone on the other end was picked up.

Before Brian could speak,

screams from men and women came through the receiver.

Among the screams, Susan’s fierce voice could be heard: "Bastards, dare to mess with me, don’t run away!"

After another round of screams,

aside from some faint moans, it gradually became quiet, and then Susan’s gentle voice came through: "Hey, Brian, why are you calling me at one in the morning?"

One in the morning?

Brian glanced at the wall clock and realized it was just past ten at night; accounting for the time difference, it was indeed just past one in the morning in London.

But he was quick to respond:

"Hey, Susan, I was planning to contact you tomorrow morning, but for some reason, I just suddenly thought of you.

I didn’t expect you to pick up.

I didn’t imagine God would be so kind to me, allowing me to hear your voice, easing my yearning, thank you, God.

By the way, how are things over there?

You haven’t replied to the emails I sent you."

At this time, in London.

Susan sat atop two women with bruised faces, her lips curving up uncontrollably, her voice softened even more:

"Not bad, people here are pretty easygoing, but the food is rubbish, which has made me quite irritable lately. However, I just exercised a little with some new friends I met, so I’m feeling a lot better.

Sorry about the emails, it’s been difficult to check them recently.

The training organization I’m at, the Night Demon Organization, has very strict rules, and they frequently launch early morning pursuits."

Night Demon Organization?

An official organization in London?

Brian thought of Susan saying that the people there were easygoing and wanted to laugh.

He had been foolish to worry that Susan might be bullied there.

Just as Brian was about to say something,

a man’s scolding voice suddenly came from the phone on Susan’s end.

"Hang on, we’ll talk later, Brian..."

Susan said, and then the sound of rushing wind came from the phone, followed by the man’s voice of alarm and anger, which quickly turned into screams, and the screams swiftly became pleas for mercy.

Brian glanced at the time.

Susan was efficient, taking only a little over ten seconds to complete the pleasant exchanges there and then she picked up the phone again: "Sorry, people here are just too enthusiastic. It’s a pity I couldn’t bring my revolver; otherwise, the exchange would have saved more time. By the way, Brian, is everything okay with the group?"

"Pretty good, it’s just that without you here, I find myself a bit out of sorts doing things, sorry, I know it’s abrupt to say this, but it’s true, I just can’t lie to you..."

Brian took out a sticky note, glanced at the time recorded on it and then the current time, and continued, "Susan, ever since you left, at the eighty-sixth hour, fifteen minutes and thirty-two seconds, I haven’t stopped thinking about you, so remember to take good care of yourself in London; I’ll guard the B6 team until you return."

In London.

Click—

Susan stepped on a man’s head, her phone slipping from her palm and crashing to the ground.

She wanted to cover her wildly pounding heart but found her hands too small, so she could only cover her flushed cheeks instead and called out to the phone loudly, "Okay, Brian, I still have some stuff here, let’s not talk for now!"

After that,

she kicked aside the acting team leader under her foot, picked up the phone, and hung up swiftly.

Having done all this,

Susan breathed heavily.

Damn it.

How could Brian, that jackass, say something so cheesy!

So embarrassingly sweet.

Seeing her like this,

the bruised team leader, as well as the spoiled second-generation who had nearly lost their lives provoking Susan, and the bodyguards who were all knocked down protecting them... they all doubted their own eyes.

This violent woman, to have such a shy demeanor?

Oh God.

That guy called Brian had to be a Dragon Knight from a fantasy novel, someone who could subdue a giant dragon!

Susan seemed to sense the gazes of the people on the ground; her bashful face changed back to cold indifference.

She clenched her fists: "What are you looking at!"

The second-generation and bodyguards, scared again, lowered their heads once more.

Susan’s acting team leader said awkwardly: "Susan, there’s a new mission, and also, about the Night Demon Organization’s information, you shouldn’t..."

Seeing Susan’s increasingly fierce gaze, he quickly changed his words: "I mean, the mission is quite urgent, let’s just go there first."

"Oh!"

Susan nodded and walked toward the makeshift team.

Watching her leave, the acting team leader heaved a sigh of relief.

His family, in the United States, was not inferior to Susan’s, which was why he had dared to use his status as acting team leader to try to take advantage of Susan, a fellow temporary member.

After all, who wouldn’t have thoughts about a beautiful and capable female subordinate?

Now...

Whoever wants her can have her.

He couldn’t take a beating; that was that.

Only when the acting team leader got up from the ground and caught up, leaving afterward, did the two second-generation men and women, who had been beaten up, manage to scramble up from the ground looking wretched.

The man among them touched his disfigured face and clenched his fist in anger: "These barbaric descendants of criminals, damn pigs! How dare they beat up the son of an Earl in broad daylight! I will sort her out!"

The other second-generation woman also had a ferocious light in her eyes.

Just as she was about to say something, suddenly, her pupils dilated, she instinctively squatted down, clutched her face in terror, and exclaimed, "It’s not my fault!"

"Hm?"

The so-called Earl’s son, seeing his companion’s reaction, was about to say something when suddenly, a violent force grabbed his hair and yanked him up.

The returning Susan held the young man’s pale face and revealed a cold smile on her own beautiful face, "Mother Pig Luo, you wanted to deal with me?"

"No!"

"Aow~"

"My father is... Aow~"

...

Los Angeles.

Brian stood on the balcony, looking in the direction of London, he sighed.

Eh.

Although he knew Susan was impressive.

Still, her fiery temper worried him.

He hoped that Susan’s family had enough strength to back her up; otherwise, he was concerned she might provoke someone with a powerful background and a petty nature.

Such a beautiful girl out in the world really made one worry...

...

The next day.

Brian arrived at the office with Shi San.

Old Hardenn, holding a cup of coffee, saw Brian and quickly said, "Ivan and his team received some intel on the dismemberment case, clocked in, and left for fieldwork."

"It seems they’re stuck on their case too."

Brian curiously asked Old Hardenn, "The reporting center shouldn’t be assigning us any more cases, right? It’ll probably take a few more days to finish the cases I have."

Hearing this, Old Hardenn rolled his eyes:

"No, our B6 team is only a few people, handling two cases at once is already our limit, how could we possibly take on more.

Brian, for normal cases, the typical investigation period is usually counted in weeks or months, or they may never be solved. Please don’t take your case-solving speed as normal."

It’s a pity he didn’t have a varied enough vocabulary.

Otherwise, Old Hardenn really ought to have asked Brian: Would you die if you didn’t show off?

...

With the team incomplete.

Brian didn’t even bother to call a meeting.

Green was probably still feeling guilty about shooting an underage armed robber yesterday, and unusually overslept today, arriving at the office after ten.

"Sorry, Boss Brian, I had some insomnia last night..."

"Can you work normally?"

"No problem!"

Brian nodded, "That’s fine then, today you’ll be responsible for investigating the farm and that Cadillac. I’ll have Shi San accompany you; it remembers the scent of the soil from the female corpse’s fingernails, follow its signals."

Green glanced at the little yellow dog squatting below Brian, about thirty centimeters in length, and then back at Brian, wanting to ask if Brian was serious.

Following signals...

How should he do that?

But Shi San was already growing impatient, barking at Green, "Woof woof woof! (Black big dog, hurry up!)"

Unfortunately, Green didn’t understand dog language.

He looked towards Brian.

Brian shrugged, took out two twenty-dollar bills for Green: "It’s telling you to hurry up. Also, Shi San is growing recently and eats a lot. Remember, if you encounter danger, just run; Shi San is quite clever and will definitely run faster than you. Don’t worry about it, just take care of yourself."

"Alright, Boss Brian..."

Green took the money, bewildered, and went off with the dog to investigate.

...

At eleven-something.

The people Brian had contacted also arrived.

A man and a woman.

The woman was the mother of the female victim found in the tree, Mrs. Gilman, along with her husband, Billis Rocky Gilman.

"Hello, I’m the Autopsy Officer here, you can call me Brian. Do you need to go see your daughter Soraya now?"

Brian took a glance at the two and stepped forward to greet them.

However, both of their attitudes were quite cold.

Mrs. Gilman shook her head, "No need, she hasn’t contacted me in a long time, and our relationship wasn’t good. Mr. Brian, why did you call us here?"

Billis Rocky’s response was equally cold, "She wasn’t even willing to take my surname and didn’t like me. I don’t see any point in looking at her body."

It was clear they had no affection for the victim Soraya.

Seeing this, Brian didn’t want to waste words either.

He led the two to the office and began to inquire about Soraya’s situation.

Mrs. Gilman cooperated somewhat.

After thinking for a moment, she slowly said, "Soraya was very beautiful, so many of her classmates wanted to sleep with her. They led Soraya astray, and she became very rebellious. By the age of twelve or thirteen, she often wouldn’t come home."

Brian nodded, "What was Soraya’s social life like?"

"Very chaotic," Mrs. Gilman lit a cigarette, sighing, "I once tried to save Soraya, hoping she could have a better life, but she pointed a gun at me. After that, I rarely paid attention to her. I only knew that she changed boyfriends one after another, of all ages and statuses, and got into drugs. As long as she was supplied with drugs, she would do anything. Later, I completely lost track of her."

...

After seeing off the couple.

Old Hardenn approached Brian, "I feel something’s off about that man."

Brian nodded,

"I noticed that too. Every time Soraya was mentioned, his eyes would subconsciously look at his feet; that’s a sign of guilt!

Old Hardenn, I need you to help me investigate this man’s details and social connections."

Old Hardenn shrugged, "No problem, but it might take some time."

Brian nodded, "Take it slow, there’s no hurry."

After what Old Hardenn said before, he also realized he had been too intense about the cases.

There was no end to cases.

He could handle it, but the people around him couldn’t.

Occasional slacking was the true path.

Half an hour later, Old Hardenn placed a stack of documents in front of Brian, "This is all the online and offline information on that Billis Rocky."

Brian glanced at the time, then back at Old Hardenn, silent without a word.

Old Hardenn, isn’t your efficiency a bit outrageous?