Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 246 - 177: Hearing Rumors of the Beheader, Wolf Pack_2

Chapter 246: Chapter 177: Hearing Rumors of the Beheader, Wolf Pack_2

This place was deemed a tourist spot, with plenty of automated refueling stations and self-service garages.

After getting these done,

Brian finally thought about letting Shi San down from his chest.

"Shi San, you didn’t fall asleep, did ya? Why so quiet?" Brian dropped the wobbly Shi San onto the ground.

Shi San opened his mouth wide, his tongue hanging weakly, looking at Brian with mournful dog eyes, "Whimper~"

"Huh?"

"Whimper~"

Brian then realized that because the goofy dog kept his mouth open to play with the wind, when the motorcycle sped up behind him, the gust had dislocated Shi San’s jaw.

...

"Silly dog!"

Brian deftly hooked his hand.

With a click,

Shi San’s drooping jaw returned to its place.

Its numb tongue licked its nose, and it tentatively barked, "Woof?"

Finding it could make a sound again, it instantly revitalized, dashed to the garage outside, lifted a hind leg, and began marking its scent and territory.

After the surroundings bore his scent, Shi San then looked at Brian, "Woof woof~ (Big dog, hungry~)"

"Come on, let’s get you some fresh food."

Brian, carrying a gun bag and wearing an oversized hat to cover most of his upper cheeks, led Shi San toward the tourist area ahead.

It was about seven in the evening now.

On the streets, one could occasionally see some old men and women with fishing gear walking back to the town, along with some boys and girls returning from the opposite direction with their drawing boards.

The ambiance was peaceful and serene.

Just as they were about to leave the town, a young female patrol officer, sitting on a roadside bench eating a burger, noticed Brian’s gun bag and immediately put down her burger to call her colleague who was still ordering.

Just like that.

A man and a dog, just as they were about to step out of the town’s gates, were stopped.

The female officer smiled, revealing bits of cabbage stuck between her teeth, "Sir, what’s in the bag?"

Her companion stood a bit farther behind, expressionless, eyes fixed on Brian, his right hand resting on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

Brian shrugged, "Naturally, a gun in a gun bag."

"We need to see your firearm license and ID. Also, we need to inspect your firearms. I must remind you, this isn’t a hunting area; gunfire isn’t welcome."

The female officer spoke righteously.

Such an officer was clearly a local.

In the United States, many small towns still retain the style of police stations from the cowboy era.

These officers often have considerable autonomy and power.

Brian naturally couldn’t let them open his sniper rifle bag, which was clearly over regulation.

He directly pulled out his NW action department ID, "I’m here on a special mission with a colleague. I can’t divulge specifics."

Seeing the special badge on the ID, the policewoman took the card, puzzled, and looked at her colleague.

Her colleague knew about NW, took out his phone, and called the LAPD headquarters in Los Angeles.

After a moment,

The male officer nodded to the female officer, smiled, and returned the ID to Brian, "Welcome to Ken Victor Lake, Investigator Brian, are you here to investigate the Beheader case?"

After his promotion,

Brian’s ID had become that of a special operations officer with LAPD, giving him substantial authority. Even without local enforcement powers, it was enough to command respect from the local patrol officers.

But Brian was taken aback by the male officer’s words, "The Beheader case?"

Seeing his unawareness,

The male officer nodded,

"Sorry, it might be a misunderstanding.

The thing is, a legend about the Beheader has been circulating on the highway outside for half a month.

It’s said to be a man with a flat expression who appears on the highway and then uses a knife to sever the heads of the unfortunate, using their blood as seasoning, their bodies as food.

The tale sounds quite believable, and the highway patrol did indeed find some vehicles abandoned by the roadside with blood nearby, though no bodies or other traces were discovered."

The female officer quickly added,

"Not true, I heard that next to the bloodstains, there would also be a blood-stained paper with the legend of the Beheader on it.

The Beheader likes to chop off its prey’s head and then eat them from head to toe, leaving not even a fragment of bone, terrifying to even think about if something similar happened nearby."

The male officer rolled his eyes.

How could anyone possibly eat so cleanly?

However, he did not interrupt his colleague’s account.

Hearing this, Brian said with a smile, "I hope the Beheader doesn’t encounter me on the road; otherwise, I’ll twist his head off first."

The male officer rolled his eyes again.

This pretty boy looked tall and well-proportioned but had no explosive muscles on him, all show and no go, unlike himself, whose chest muscles were way bigger than his female colleague’s, full of masculine charm.

After chatting for a bit.

Brian said goodbye to the two officers and whistled at Shi San, who was idly loitering around, and walked out of the town.

Shi San immediately returned to Brian’s side, head shaking and wobbling as he followed.

Watching the backs of the man and dog, the female officer looked at her colleague with some regret, "Why don’t we have such handsome colleagues in our town? He looks really good. By the way, didn’t he say he was here on a mission with a colleague? Did you see anyone else?"

The male officer shrugged, "Did you see that Labrador puppy?"

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