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Chapter 252 - 179: Mutation Hound, Beheader! (Two in One, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Chapter 252: Chapter 179: Mutation Hound, Beheader! (Two in One, Seeking Monthly Pass)_2

Relying on the physical strength of a beast,

Brian buried the bodies over two meters deep in the loosely packed soil a few kilometers away, and also cleared the surrounding traces to avoid obvious signs of excavation.

The mountain breeze blew.

The surrounding odors would dissipate quickly.

Tracking them would not be easy.

The battle scene couldn’t be handled.

In the chaos of flying bullets, these traces couldn’t be perfectly concealed and there was no point in cleaning them up.

As long as the opponents couldn’t tell that Brian had been involved when they found the place, that would suffice.

Carrying several people’s collars.

Brian continued to wander in the valleys with Shi San, attempting to find traces of the Mutant Beast.

But they had already walked more than two hundred kilometers.

Both the man and his dog had found nothing.

The area was too vast.

It was unclear whether the Mutant Beast would mark its territory with urination.

In such remote wilderness, finding a Mutant Beast that hasn’t appeared in populous areas was entirely up to luck.

Shi San also seemed disheartened.

It was very young and though it was considered an enhanced dog, its endurance wasn’t great.

Out of options,

Brian had to casually throw the last collar more than ten kilometers away and then return to his original spot, carrying Shi San back to Ken Victor Lake, more than three hundred kilometers away.

..

Brian was fast and had great endurance, he could scale mountains and cross rivers; places that seemed impassable to ordinary people could just be a boost for him.

A journey around three hundred kilometers, using shortcuts of over a hundred kilometers, took him less than an hour.

His continuous extreme running also made Brian feel an unusual fatigue in his body.

He enjoyed the sensation of his muscles being sore and soft; it was only his shoes that couldn’t take it.

Brian looked down at his slightly damaged shoes, standing from afar, scanning the landscape within a seven or eight kilometers radius, and finally, holding Shi San, he jumped down from this more than ten-meter-tall tree, heavily hitting the ground.

Layer upon layer of muscles and spine cushioned the impact like springs.

Not only did Brian not feel uncomfortable, but even Shi San in his arms did not feel any jolts. The dog’s eyes were half-closed, its nostrils snoring, evidently comfortably asleep.

Brian pinched Shi San’s damp nose and chuckled as he ran toward the detected highway.

After all, rambling aimlessly for several hundred kilometers overnight, he could determine the location of Ken Victor Lake, but there could still be some deviations.

Using the highway for orientation saved effort and worry.

Now it was probably around 4 a.m., the sky dim, and the broad highway was empty of vehicles.

Brian simply held Shi San and leisurely walked along the highway toward Ken Victor Lake.

..

After walking for about half an hour,

An advertisement billboard appeared ahead of Brian.

This meant that he was soon going to reach the small town area near Ken Victor Lake.

Suddenly,

Shi San, comfortably asleep in Brian’s arms, fur bristled as if shocked, suddenly opening his eyes, and whimpering, "Woof woof! (Danger, big dog, danger!)"

Brian paused, activated his enhanced sense of smell, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

There were no abnormalities around.

Brian didn’t smell anything unusual either.

He remained alert and whispered to Shi San, "What’s wrong, Shi San?"

While Shi San’s eyes still looked drowsy, its black little nose started working like a little motor, breathing in and out everywhere, finally pinpointing a spot to Brian’s left: "Woof woof woof~ Left side, a threat."

Brian scanned the surroundings quickly and ran toward the billboard, leaping twice to reach the top, and looked in the direction Shi San had indicated.

Only to see, about seven or eight kilometers away, a campfire flickering in the darkness before dawn, appearing in Brian’s eyes as a red speck the size of a bean, very inconspicuous.

"The last time Shi San reacted like this was back in Forest Park—could it be the Mutant Beast those five Spider Beastification People were tracking?"

Brian frowned.

The question was, why would a Mutant Beast light a fire?

After thinking,

Brian jumped down from the billboard, pulled out his sniper rifle from behind, put down Shi San, gave him some instructions, left Shi San in place, and walked briskly toward the discovered campfire.

Here, only about ten miles from Ken Victor Lake, compared to the straight-line distance where Brian had killed those Spider Beastification People, it was nearly a hundred miles.

The mountain was high and the road rough.

For ordinary people to detour, it would take about two to three days.

Such a distance, even if the controllers behind those Beastification People were the FBI, they hardly could suspect the people near Ken Victor Lake, not so nearby.

This naturally would not direct their scrutiny toward Brian.

Even if the powerful agency turned their eyes toward Brian, who had appeared at Ken Victor Lake, frankly, given Brian’s current status as a Second Level sequence staff, the FBI would have a harder time investigating him.

That’s why Brian had dared to attack those Beastification People previously.

However, if he could hunt a Mutant Beast and transfer its blood traces to the previous battle scene, that wouldn’t be bad.

That would make things even safer.

If the Mutant Beast could explode with obsession, that would be perfect!

With seventy-two Gift Energy points and his sniper rifle in hand, Brian, now much stronger, was no longer the weakling who had barely survived under the claws of the Mutant Beast in Forest Park.