Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 161 - 136 Massacre, Three Obsession Little Balls (Additional - 11 for the Alliance Master ’Brilliance of the Night’)

Chapter 161: Chapter 136 Massacre, Three Obsession Little Balls (Additional Chapter 11 for the Alliance Master ’Brilliance of the Night’)

After thanking the patrol officer,

Brian got back in the car.

The first thing he did was to take out his cell phone and dial Ivan and the others’ numbers.

The first call to Ivan went unanswered.

Brian licked his lips and impatiently unbuttoned his inner lining to continue trying others.

The second call to Glenn, no response.

Brian...

Fuck!

He smacked the steering wheel.

None of the three could be reached, it was a sure thing!

It was his worst fear realized.

He had just flirted with Susan not long ago, promising to keep the B6 team safe until she returned.

And how many days had it been since then?

Brian sighed, found a gap, and forcefully turned the car around amid curses, returning to the motorcycle supermarket to find the blonde Cabo still playing games: "Buddy, lend me a motorcycle."

"Brian?"

Cabo dropped the prop gun in his hand and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket: "No problem, the motorcycle is parked downstairs, the yellow one with lightning, what’s up? I remember you drove here."

Brian pushed Shi San in front of him, "The real 3D version of Sin City is releasing, as an internal tester, I need to rush over now, got it, take good care of my dog. I’ll look you up later!"

After speaking, Brian ran outside.

He did not want to arrive late and only find his team members’ bodies.

"Ah?"

"I haven’t heard about that news, is it real?"

Cabo wanted to ask more, but Brian had already vanished from his sight.

In resignation, Cabo looked down at Shi San, and Shi San looked up at him, both human and dog staring at each other with some awkwardness.

"Do you... want to play games?"

Cabo asked blankly.

Shi San remained unmoved.

Cabo rubbed the blond hair on his head: "Don’t like games, huh? How about we go to the back alley, there’s a pet shop with lots of fine-looking female dogs."

Shi San blinked his big eyes but still wasn’t tempted.

This human was simple-minded, amusing.

Cabo...

Headache.

He had never had a dog!

...

After going downstairs, Brian located Cabo’s ride using the motorcycle’s electronic lock.

He didn’t know much about motorcycle brands, but this yellow lightning model looked really bold and cool, with big exhaust pipes that seemed powerful.

With the roar of the throttle,

Brian rode out of the street.

He had ridden motorcycles for quite some time before.

Actually, for teenagers around here, at the age of 16, their first mode of transport was often a small motorcycle, because otherwise it was inconvenient to go out.

But ever since he had seen a high school classmate get thrown seven or eight meters from street racing and get smashed, he had rarely touched these flesh-wrapped chunks of iron.

His muscle memory slowly reawakened.

Under the power of Body Control + Supercomputer Perception,

Brian only took a few seconds to adapt to the temper and performance of this wild beast. He accelerated, weaving through the traffic, brushing past those cars, like a streak of lightning in a dragon of cars.

It was actually a very dangerous behavior.

If any idiot driver popped their head out, there was the risk of getting hit by the motorcycle.

Brian had dynamic vision and was confident he could react in time to sudden situations, which was why he dared to ride so fast.

After a short while,

he caught up with police cars stuck in traffic at the front and then passed them, heading towards McCall Avenue in the suburbs.

A dozen minutes later,

a helicopter reappeared above Brian’s head.

On the broad road, honking motorcycles were chasing towards the east.

They seemed to be pursuing something.

In the distance,

flames shot into the sky, the orange light of the fire reflecting off the evening clouds, with black smoke rising and sirens blaring.

In his enhanced vision, he could see Forensic Bureau field staff laying out bodies in a row.

Beyond the long police line, camera-wielding photographers and reporters, fearless, were crashing against the patrol officers’ blockade, trying to capture first-hand materials.

Some well-prepared crews had even driven up with signal reception vehicles and started live broadcasting on the scene.

What a chaotic scene.

...

Brian didn’t rush to chase after those helicopters.

He swung the bike around, drifting precisely outside the police line, removed his helmet, and rushed up to a patrol officer: "I’m the acting leader of the NW Action Department B6 team. Who’s in charge here?"

Brian spoke loudly.

A portly officer with captain’s shoulder straps turned around, glanced at Brian, and walked over with confusion: "I know you, Brian, the recent star of the police force. However, to my knowledge, this operation wasn’t communicated to the NW Action Team."

"Just passing by," Brian replied tersely, with no time to waste with the fat man: "What happened here?"

The rotund officer shook his head:

"Not sure at the moment, the killer used a machine gun to slaughter everyone here, and we also found traces of sniper rifles."

The scene was gruesome, with over forty casualties.

Hearing the sound of police sirens, the attackers began to run eastward.

"The helicopters are in pursuit."

Just then, a patrol officer who recognized Brian came over and whispered, "I saw Tagg, the jawbreaker killer, Tagg."

The portly officer seemed to recognize the name, looking at the young patrol officer, "You mean Tagg from the Limp Gang, the one who likes to break people’s jaws, their second-in-command?"

The patrol officer nodded, pointing to the row of corpses, "That body there, he died horribly. The killer broke his five limbs, let him bleed and suffer to death."

"Five limbs?"

"Yes, the killer has a nasty character, even blew up the bird that Tagg had reared."

Brian interrupted the two, "Which way is east from here?"

"There are a few towns near the highway, the rest is desolate, nothing but wild beasts and forests, with a branch leading to the mountains. The attackers probably aimed to hide in the mountains."

Hearing that the dead might all be gang members, the portly officer visibly relaxed.

Brian nodded, "Thank you. Can you give me a communicator? The Limp Gang is involved in a case our team is handling, and I need to go up and follow up."

A moment passed.

Armed with the new communicator, set to the right channel, Brian restarted his motorcycle and chased eastward.

Watching his rapidly vanishing silhouette,

The portly officer turned to the young patrol officer, "I remember this pretty boy is an Autopsy Officer, no?"

An Autopsy Officer who dealt with logistics, chasing after a gang of apparently lawless thugs, was really out of his mind, and such a waste of good looks.

Seeing his own protruding belly, he suddenly lost interest in conversation. Without waiting for the patrol officer to respond, he waved his hand, signaling him to get back to work.

...

Vroom~

Amidst the roar of the throttle,

On the empty highway, Brian twisted the throttle to the max, and in just over ten minutes, he had caught up with the bikers from before. He then overtook them, leading the chase, following the helicopter’s updates, and continued pursuing ahead.

Suddenly.

From the communicator, an observer’s urgent message transmitted, "All units, all units, be aware, the target has collided, the vehicle exploded, I repeat, all..."

Brian: ...

Fuck!

He hadn’t missed the action again, had he?

He kept a stern face, not slowing down, continuing toward the last reported position of the target.

If Ivan and the two others on the vehicle were indeed dead, Brian would stomp on their corpses a few times!

Damn!

Couldn’t they have informed him beforehand?

Losing three men at once, to say nothing of carrying out a gang massacre.

A massacre was one thing, but being caught, too?

Complete trash!

Brian had no idea how he was going to explain this to Susan!

...

Meanwhile,

A manhole cover in a drainage ditch was pushed open.

Three sleazy figures crawled out one after the other.

"FK, it really stinks in here!"

Glenn, with a look of disgust, walked aside and rubbed his shoes on the ground, trying to scrape off the filth from the soles.

Ivan walked straight to a large oil drum and took out a big bundle, "No need for that fuss, I’ve got clothes ready, come here quick, strip, and burn everything."

Watching the two composed men, Green felt drained, as if all his strength had been sapped after an intense workout.

He sat on the ground, his hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.

The thrill was too much.

The earlier events were just too exciting!

Ivan, leading at the front, had pressed a dozen men to the point they couldn’t even raise their heads.

Glenn, hiding in a high spot, took out any enemy who dared show their head or hide.

The three of them slaughtered haphazardly.

His role was to act bewildered, part of the chaos.

Ivan and Glenn did the killing.

"Is it your first time experiencing such a scene, not used to it?"

After changing into new clothes, Ivan warmly helped Green up from the ground, then helped him undress.

Green wanted to do it himself but found he couldn’t control his limbs, so he let Ivan have his way, "Yeah, my mind was fuzzy the whole time, especially when I heard the sirens. I thought my heart would explode. They arrived too quickly."

The thought of the police’s swift response made Green anxious.

There weren’t many residential areas near that factory, and the police had arrived too fast, nearly catching them.

Ivan conveniently pulled down Green’s underwear, "Because it was Glenn who called the cops, otherwise how could we set up scapegoats to take our place and die for us?"

Green voiced his concern, "What if those three guys didn’t die?"

"That won’t happen. We tampered with the brakes and set up a timed explosive trap. Whether they crashed or the brakes failed, they’d die. Even if their driving was good, the car would explode when the time came... Come on, lift your foot, let me help you change your underwear."

Green: ...

Ivan was fine in every other aspect, just a bit too enthusiastic; it made him uncomfortable.

...

On the other side,

Brian, rushing as fast as he could, finally arrived first at the site of the vehicle explosion, ahead of the police convoy.

Not far away, the pursuing helicopter had already landed.

Brian presented his credentials to slip inside.

On closer inspection,

Brian’s heart chilled by half.

Above the still-burning vehicle, three blood-red Obsession Little Balls hovered and bobbed amidst the flames...