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Chapter 196 - 154 Double Kill, Gaining Another Obsession (Adding 2 More for the ’Post-80s Fishing Alliance Leader’)

Chapter 196: Chapter 154 Double Kill, Gaining Another Obsession (Adding 2 More for the ’Post-80s Fishing Alliance Leader’)

These were two men wearing sunglasses, exuding a chilling aura all over.

One of them was tall, a Caucasian, almost six feet three inches tall, wearing a flowing coat, tightly dressed, which looked hot.

The other one was just about over five feet seven inches, a Black man, dressed in a black suit, with a large nose, wearing a skull earring on his left ear, walking with a wobbly gait that gave a weird feeling.

They followed the street to where Brian had previously stopped and looked into the darkness of the bushes ahead.

The tall white man pulled down his sunglasses, revealing green glowing eyes inside, "The bait has been moved, the target must have been fooled, Bobby, it’s over to you."

The Black man nodded, somewhat complaining, "We haven’t even found the Laughing Clown yet, and they’ve given us a new target; are they treating us as labor?"

Hearing this, the white man beside him grinned lightly, "Bobby, wasn’t your great-grandfather a laborer in the cotton fields?"

"FK squid!"

Black Bobby cursed, then took a deep breath towards the front.

The next moment.

He grimaced, "Those Spidermen are disgusting, dissolving people into jelly when eating; this smell is even more nauseating than dog shit in a sewer."

With green eyes wide open, the white man scanned the surroundings, casually saying, "We’re not much different from those Spidermen; we’re also monsters."

"That’s true."

The Black man wiped his mouth, pointing in the direction where Eliana had disappeared, "The freshest pheromones went that way; those Vietnamese monkeys do unreliable work, creating a spider monster that can crawl everywhere, and still, we have to track it down."

"Stop complaining; the sooner they make progress, the sooner we can get rid of the serum’s restriction. Let’s go."

Saying this, the white man walked in the direction the Black man had pointed.

The next moment.

He suddenly turned around, his hands now wielding two uniquely shaped pistols, aiming at the spot where Brian was hiding and repeatedly pulling the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang~

The exaggerated huge gunfire tore through the tranquility before dawn.

Brian reacted quickly, a bursting roll sending his body flying horizontally, mid-air almost at the same instant the other man shot, he also drew and fired his gun.

Puff, puff, puff~

Even though he was quick to react, he still felt a numbness in his shin.

He had been shot!

This guy’s gun skills were too seasoned; he almost blocked every angle of escape!

Black Bobby screamed, tearing open his suit, and turned his back toward Brian.

The layer of suit swelled up quickly.

Bullets hit him precisely in the back but were deflected by the unknown material of the suit, not harming this Black investigator at all.

The white investigator with dual pistols was even more exaggerated.

His eyes glowing sinister green, holding guns as if dancing, evading while brushing past the bullets flying toward Brian, the specially made bullets in his hands hitting Brian’s afterimage.

If it weren’t for Brian’s incredible speed, he would have likely been shot down long ago.

"Fuck!"

Brian’s muscles twitched, forcibly squeezing out the bullet embedded with anesthetic liquid from his calf, as his heart rate instantly soared from over a hundred to two, three hundred, pumping a large amount of blood furiously through his body.

With a tap of his foot, he morphed into a ferocious humanoid leopard, crossing the forty to fifty meters between them in just two seconds, appearing right in front of the Black investigator.

"No, get away, Bobby..."

The dual-gun man’s expression changed.

This speed was terrifying!

What kind of monster had they encountered!

By the time his voice reached his partner’s ears, a palm carrying fierce wind had already slapped the Black man Bobby on the head.

A surge of tremendous force.

Before the Black man could react to what was happening, his neck was forcibly broken, and he slumped to the ground limply.

A long, forked tongue slid out of his gaping mouth, entering Brian’s field of vision.

He understood now.

No wonder he had suddenly been exposed.

So this guy actually had the ability to sense infrared.

Just too weak.

Killed by a single slap.

One trouble less.

Brian looked at the white man who retracted his guns and switched to an even more bizarre pair of pistols, posing strangely, "Gunfighting Skill?"

The white investigator, his gaze intense, looked at Brian, "Are you the Laughing Clown?"

Brian shrugged, "Yes, but I didn’t wear a mask tonight. Why, have you heard of my name?"

"I have, because from the start, we were here for you, but you’re much more formidable than the reports suggested. At least, I’m not confident in surviving your terrifying speed," the white investigator inhaled deeply, "Killing us will only bring in tougher Hunters. How about we talk instead?"

"Talk about what?"

Seeing that the other party seemed inclined to talk, Brian wasn’t in a rush to move.

He had lived nearby for several years, knew the local environment like the back of his hand, and as the area was the city center surrounded by a vast network of underground pipelines, even if the gunshots attracted many people, they couldn’t possibly catch him.

White investigator saw that Brian wanted to talk, and quickly said, "I will pretend I never saw you. As for my partner, he also died at the hands of another target. If you let me go, how about that?"

Brian nodded, "Alright, you tell me the information about the Beast Pavilion, and I’ll tell you where the Butcher is."

"The Butcher?" The green light flickered in the white investigator’s eyes, "Is it the S-class Mutant fugitive, the Butcher?"

"Yes!"

"Okay!" The white investigator slowly lowered his guard,

"The Beast Pavilion is a crime organization supported by the CIA, mainly providing the CIA with funds, research materials, and conducting human experiments.

There are three core members, each responsible for theft operations, hospital human material liaisons, and research institution liaisons; their characteristic is a strange tattoo on the back of their hands.

Their specialty is various Beastification Reagents, which are even better than those of the Doomsday Sect.

My partner, who is Black, and I were both part of a special hunting team trained after using their reagents; there are quite a few others like us.."

"Shh~"

Brian raised his finger, stopping the other from stalling for time, "Enough, if you keep talking, I won’t have time to deal with the special pheromones in your bullets, and the backup you called for will probably arrive soon."

How could he possibly believe these time-wasting ramblings of a front-line expendable, he simply wanted to confirm whether Beast Pavilion was under the FBI or the CIA.

"What!"

The white investigator was startled.

He indeed was stalling for time, but the real killer move was the special pheromones contained in the bullets.

Once hit or covered by the impact point of the special bullet, one would be contaminated with this unique chemical pheromone, followed by relentless pursuit!

This was his specialty.

How did the other party know?

There was no time to consider.

He resumed his Gunfighting Skill stance, ready for a desperate fight, but where was the masked man’s trace?

Where!

The white investigator, breathing heavily.

He could only rely on Night Vision and had extraordinary neural reactions, but he lacked his partner’s heat-sensing ability!

Suddenly.

Whoo~

A gust of wind, coming from behind.

The white investigator, without turning his head, hid the double guns under his coat, crossing them left and right, and suddenly fired.

Pop pop pop~

Three stones were directly shattered by the special bullets and splashed everywhere.

A successful hit.

Boosted by rich combat experience, he followed his instincts, the gun barrel moving without pause, to the left and right, almost simultaneously, two bullets materialized to his left and right.

The next moment.

As if in coordination, Brian appeared on his left side.

"Impressive~"

Brian, with his sharp vision, although he did not see the hidden movements of the gun barrel under the coat, spotted the bulge on the front of the coat the moment it appeared, and with a twist of his waist, narrowly evaded the white investigator’s ruthless blind shot.

Ignoring the other’s panicked motion to turn the gun barrel, he instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters, grabbed the other’s hands, and pulled gently.

Tear~

The two gun-holding arms, along with the torn coat sleeves, were twisted behind his back, forcibly bent into a twist by Brian.

Amid the white investigator’s shrill screams.

He leaned in closer and whispered softly, "The Butcher, it’s also me.."

...

Keeping his promise.

Brian, learning from Spider Woman’s lesson, grabbed the white investigator’s legs, swung hard like a pendulum, and smashed them into the ground.

Squelching burst sound.

A headless corpse, discarded on the ground.

Brian was just about to leave when a blood-red Obsession Little Ball above the body of the Black caught his attention.

He walked over, crushed the ball, then looked back at the headless white corpse to see no further obsession had formed, before quietly leaving.

A little over a minute later.

Drones surrounded the area, and several cars arrived as well.

But the scene they found was only in disarray, left for them to clean up..

...

Elsewhere, Brian cut off the flesh on his leg and stored it in a water bottle in a roadside car, bringing it back to his apartment.

The FBI bastards still dare to target me, watch out from now on!

Today, he had finally vented his frustrations again!

Exhilarating!