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Chapter 245 - 177: Hearing Rumors of the Beheader, Wolf Pack

Chapter 245: Chapter 177: Hearing Rumors of the Beheader, Wolf Pack

"Woof woof woof! (Big Dog, where are we going?)"

Shi San wore a cartoon Thunder God helmet and was strapped to Brian’s chest by a harness, limbs flailing upward, his little tongue lolling about, filled with wonder and joy.

This little guy had been gaining more than a pound a day, and in just a few days, he was almost round.

Brian casually hung a sniper rifle he got from the Weapon Expert Ali on the side of the motorcycle, and flicked Shi San’s chin, "Taking you to find a little she-wolf."

"?"

Shi San still wanted to bark.

The next moment.

Boom~

With the roaring of the throttle, the beastly motorcycle burst out of the parking lot, merging into the dense flow of after-work traffic, weaving and swaying to become a streak of black lightning, drawing exclamations of envy from pedestrians on the streets.

This motorcycle is so cool!

On the rooftop of Building B6, Susan watched Brian disappear into the distance and snorted. She instantly drew her guns, spun them around twice, then stylishly holstered them and strode towards the elevator.

Stinking Brian!

Getting stronger secretly was one thing,

But stealing Shi San, the little warm treasure, was another!

She needed to quickly assimilate the Enhancement Reagent she acquired in London to boost her strength.

As someone who has always been competitive, she liked that Brian was stronger than her, but she wouldn’t allow herself to fall too far behind.

...

Woof woof~

Shi San opened his mouth wide, enjoying the strong wind blasting into his mouth, his tongue flailing wildly, making woofing sounds, clearly having a blast.

Brian smiled knowingly.

Suddenly, he remembered how, as a child in his previous life, he loved to entertain himself by talking into an electric fan.

The smarter Shi San got, the more childlike he seemed, which gave Brian a feeling of caring for a child.

Thanks to the convenience of the motorcycle,

Brian successfully broke out of the traffic, revved the throttle, doubled his speed, and finally experienced the balance between dynamic vision and the scenery disappearing rapidly behind him.

This sensation was magical, like speeding over two hundred kilometers per hour on a highway, while in Brian’s view, it felt like he was just leisurely riding a forty-mile-per-hour electric scooter.

It was as if his daily life before was suppressingly slow, and now he finally was at the speed he was meant to be.

This normal release of bodily functions gave Brian an involuntary rush of adrenaline.

He couldn’t resist twisting the throttle to the max.

On the cool black body of the motorcycle, strips of lightning illuminated and continuously moved around, turning the whole body of the bike into a streak of lightning racing down the broad highway.

This was the light effect that automatically appeared after Cabo modified it to exceed speeds of three hundred kilometers per hour.

"So cool!"

Brian cheered loudly inside his helmet!

Boom~

Carrying with it a bullet-shaped hurricane formed by its passage.

The black lightning flipped a roadside speedometer and vanished from the view of two highway patrol police hiding beside a grill.

They looked at each other.

The chubby cop, somewhat slow, turned to his colleague, "Hey, Bobby, was that something that just sped past?"

His colleague shook his head, "Don’t know, who cares, did you bring any ketchup.."

"Brought some.."

The chubby cop pulled out two crumpled packs of ketchup from his pocket, just about to speak, but he stared blankly at something behind his colleague.

"Damn it, next time can you not put the ketchup behind your disgusting ass, hey, what are you looking at, did you hear me.."

His colleague didn’t finish speaking.

The next moment.

A head still wearing a look of disgust flew into the air.

Blood spurted from the headless body, extinguishing the fire while also leaving the chubby cop too terrified to speak, with only his trembling hands and facial muscles showing his fear.

Thud~

A large foot kicked the headless cop’s body aside.

A gloomy man dressed in a black coat sat opposite the chubby cop, casually stabbed the direct-handle hunting knife into the headless cop’s body, picked up the blood-soaked barbecue, and started to eat heartily.

Chewing twice,

It seemed the flavor wasn’t satisfying enough.

The gloomy man gestured to the chubby cop, "Ketchup."

"Oh.."

The chubby cop blankly handed over the ketchup.

The gloomy man took the ketchup, tore it open, and squeezed it directly into his mouth, mixing it with the blood-filled barbecue and chewed for a moment before swallowing, then nodded in satisfaction, "Thanks."

He pulled out a paper full of writing, elegantly wiped his mouth, then tossed the paper on the ground, pulled out the hunting knife, and walked towards the chubby cop.

Appetizer finished.

Now it was time for the main course.

...

Unbeknownst to Brian, he had just avoided a massacre.

At over three hundred kilometers per hour,

In less than an hour, he reached his destination—Ken Victor Lake.

Ken Victor Lake retained its natural state, surrounded by mountains, a popular weekend camping destination for many Los Angeles families, and a favorite spot for photographers.

Brian chose this location out of necessity.

Los Angeles was generally flat and close to the coastline, and the mountainous area was occupied by Ace Base.

Who knew how many surveillance setups NW organization had in those mountains?

To maintain relative privacy,

Brian could only choose this camping spot teeming with hares and occasionally capturing glimpses of American wolves and bears.

First, he needed to refuel the motorcycle, then find a private garage to store his precious bike.