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Chapter 195 - 153 ’Urban Legend Organization’ is Born, Killing Two FBI Agents to Raise Spirits_2

Chapter 195: Chapter 153 ’Urban Legend Organization’ is Born, Killing Two FBI Agents to Raise Spirits_2

FBI...

Brian noted this down and said noncommittally, "But you tried to attack me in the end."

Eliana said aggrievedly:

"I did indeed intend to scare you away at first, but then you revealed you had Night Vision ability. I thought you were a monster like me, so I wanted to catch you to understand what was happening to me. After that, when you tried to kill me, I released the neurotoxin.

I really didn’t lie to you.

I appeared here this time because I sensed a monster like me and came over to see if there were any others like me, but it was very cautious, and it ran away before I could get close."

I see...

The consistency of Eliana’s words, with what she said when she thought she had won, made them very credible.

At this point, Brian was finally prepared to give up on killing the little spider that had died twice at his hands and instead planned to use her as bait.

Thinking this,

he extended his hand to Eliana: "Let’s formally introduce ourselves; my name is Freddy, boss of the Urban Legend Organization in Los Angeles, young and promising, currently single, easy-going, likes to wander around at night. Anything else you want to ask, just ask."

"Freddy? Isn’t that the demon from the Elm Street movie?"

"It’s a code name, man. Who uses their real name when they’re out in the world?"

"What’s the Urban Legend Organization?"

"I just founded it, or more precisely, I thought of the name just ten seconds ago."

Eliana:...

That was a fast switch.

She still didn’t know that she had hovered on the brink of life and death again, jumping back and forth on Satan’s list, and she hesitantly said, "So, are you a monster like me?"

Brian didn’t answer but instead asked, "Do you often feel a craving for blood?"

Eliana shook her head: "No, most of the time I’m like a normal person, but now I prefer eating raw flesh. Sometimes, when I see those handsome male models on big screen ads, I feel an urge to drag them into the sewers, applaud, and then eat them."

Brian:...

So, she even has a hint of Black Widow’s genes.

No wonder Eliana acted like she had taken tons of aphrodisiac after smelling the pheromones I emitted.

No wonder those who transformed Eliana nicknamed her Spider Queen.

Who knows what kind of creepy stuff those folks from the Beast Pavilion... no, I should say, the FBI people, are researching!

Once special groups acquire strong reproductive abilities, it’s simply a disaster for ordinary people!

Thinking of Eliana’s experiences and recalling what happened to his uncle, Brian immediately realized that the people behind the Beast Pavilion were actually from the FBI, or maybe not specifically the FBI, possibly the CIA.

After all, the origin of the Beast Pavilion was in Vietnam.

There are quite a few people there who are close to this side.

The CIA also likes to support such foreign powers.

...

But Brian had also figured out what’s up with Eliana.

She was just an unfortunate soul captured for research and transformation, and luckily, she had escaped during a transportation accident while being transformed.

Thinking back to his earlier plan,

Brian straightforwardly explained to Eliana:

"There’s a difference between us.

You are a byproduct of laboratory biotechnology, a person transformed by reagents, essentially a Genetically Modified Person. As for me, my group is called Mutants; many of today’s non-human biotechnologies were born from research on our group."

Next,

Brian began to educate Eliana about Mutants, Blood Moon, and those organizational structures.

Eliana listened with great interest.

These days, the greatest burden she carried was the psychological pressure of being non-human.

Now hearing that there were groups like Mutants and those who voluntarily used Beastification Reagents to turn into monsters, she suddenly felt much better.

But as she listened,

she grew listless, like she had run out of power, her head nodding slightly from time to time.

"Hungry?"

Eliana nodded her head, pulling at the loose skin on her body: "Each injury consumes my body’s energy, and constantly sensing the surroundings makes me extremely tired."

Brian was amazed: "Is that why you were lying still for a whole hour earlier?"

Eliana nodded:

"That was a Fake Death state.

During fake death, my senses become quite amazing; I can hear the faintest sounds within several meters and sense the gaze of those around me."

My body structure, although somewhat different from that of normal people, also consumes a lot of my energy when my brain and heart are damaged. Once the energy is depleted, I will indeed die, so if you had lingered any longer, I would have actually died."

"Not bad, combined with your neurotoxin, pretending to be dead and then counter-attacking is pretty powerful. Ordinary people simply can’t withstand it," Brian sincerely complimented.

He had checked twice, and Eliana’s body reaction when she faked death was almost like a real dead person.

That meant he had been fooled once.

Otherwise... otherwise, Eliana would have had to die.

As a qualified forensic doctor, Brian often dealt with the bodies after killing.

He actually meant to go back and get his tools.

One could only say that Eliana was terribly unlucky to have met someone like him.

...

Seeing Eliana looking like she was about to power down,

Brian glanced around, saw that the people he was waiting for hadn’t arrived yet, and stretched out his hand with slight disappointment: "Here, drink this."

Eliana stared blankly at Brian: "What?"

"Drink this!"

After speaking, Brian took out a willow-leaf knife hidden in his clothes, made a cut on his wrist, then brought it up to Eliana’s lips.

Blood stained her lips.

Eliana instinctively stuck out her tongue and licked it, then like a baby deprived of food for days, she lost her senses, grabbed Brian’s hand, and started to suck vigorously.

With the ingestion of the blood rich in active properties, her slack muscles visibly plumped up, and her wrinkled skin regained a pale, delicate glow.

In just over ten seconds,

The flesh of the old lady had returned to the beautiful and sweet Miss Eliana.

She looked dazedly at Brian, blood-drunk, giggling foolishly while tearing at her clothes: "You’re so nice, let’s have a baby together..."

Slap~

Brian responded with a hard slap on the face, warping half of Eliana’s face.

Momentarily,

Eliana, with a swollen face, straightened her clothes.

She lowered her head, pitifully saying, "I’m sorry, your blood is too enticing, very energetic. I lost my composure after drinking it."

Smelling the unique pheromones emanating from Eliana,

Brian grinned lightly: "No worries, we’re all on the same team now. If you want more, just come to me."

"Ah?"

Eliana was a bit confused: "On the same team?"

The smile on Brian’s face slowly faded: "I consider you a friend and offered you my blood. As friends, I’m inviting you to join my Urban Legend Organization. You wouldn’t refuse, would you?"

"Okay... alright."

Eliana watched with ’friend’ as Brian pulled out a gun again, aiming for the heart.

Thus, the Urban Legend Organization, having been founded for just over ten minutes, welcomed its second member—Little Spider.

...

Having left a tracking device on Eliana,

Brian generously gave her the address of a safe house: "It has modern human skin masks. Although you can’t change your appearance, your unique muscles and bones should fit those masks. At least for a while, you should be able to move around without problems."

Hearing this, Eliana’s face lit up: "I can come out legitimately?"

Brian nodded: "Yes, go ahead."

"And what about you?"

Brian chuckled lightly: "Naturally, I’ll take care of the loose ends. Did you really think it was just coincidence that you stumbled upon a fellow kind around here? That was just FBI bait. You better go now, I’ll have tasks for you to help with in a couple of days."

"Oh~"

Eliana looked at Brian warily, her body creaking, then on all fours like a human spider, disregarding the terrain, she rapidly disappeared from sight along a building.

Watching the human-form crawler disappearing on a glass building, Brian pulled out a cigarette.

Damn, this world is getting weirder by the day!

...

Not until after 3 a.m.

Did two figures casually approach, walking under the dim streetlights and stepping on the sparsely scattered shadows.

Hidden in a high place, Brian silently drew his gun.

The Urban Legend was born tonight.

Time to liven things up by killing two FBI agents!