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Chapter 280 - 190: Inhuman Brian, Green’s Crow Mouth (Monthly ticket additional update 5/6 combined)_3

Chapter 280: Chapter 190: Inhuman Brian, Green’s Crow Mouth (Monthly ticket additional update 5/6 combined)_3

Brian, who had always remained composed, felt like cursing!

The area was only so big.

It was completely shameless!

He tentatively drew his sword to strike.

As sparks flew, an unrivaled force slammed into his palm, causing his complexion to drastically change as he stumbled backward several steps before finally managing to discharge the force.

There was simply no way to play!

"You’re just being shameless!"

He broke his defense, and walked straight out.

No more playing!

Bang~

A bullet hit right at his feet.

Susan, with a cold face, said, "You all wanted to fight to the death before, now you want to leave? Fine, but only a corpse can leave!"

Click~

Weapon Expert Ali, who had been as invisible as the Invisible Man, quietly pulled off a piece of black cloth, revealing a heavy machine gun underneath, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the group of ninjas.

It was just that everyone else had gone to eat.

Otherwise, there were a few more machine guns in the warehouse that could fill these people’s bodies with bullets.

..

This..

The ninjas, who originally wanted to make a move, refrained miserably, daring not to budge.

This damned place even had heavy machine guns.

These people were even more shameless than them!

Yagyuu Ittou knew there was no way out today.

He took a deep breath, casually took out several black pellets, and smashed them on the ground.

Bang~

With smoke swirling around.

His figure vanished from everyone’s sight.

The next moment~

Whoosh whoosh~

Raging steel pipes swept across the area.

The smoke dissipated.

But Yagyuu Ittou’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Brian almost didn’t hesitate, the thousand-pound heavy steel pipe in his hand effortlessly thrown, smashing towards the top of his head.

Clang clang~

The sound of metal clashing and sparks scattering was incessant.

Yagyuu Ittou, like a ghost, relied on the spacing of his tachi, brushed past the outer edge of the steel pipe as he fell, dual swords flashing out, turning into countless afterimages, like eight-armed blades, covering Brian’s whole body.

Still, he could defend against all attacks, moving, he could hit all weaknesses.

This was the Ninja Sect’s strongest Sword Dao—Shin-ryū Ittō!

The existence of mutants and the development of the Enhancement Reagent reinvigorated what was once a fading assassination organization, breathing new life into it and shining ever more brilliantly with the support of the might of a nation.

"Fury!"

In the face of danger, a roar of anger echoed in Brian’s mind.

Originally, the fast, incomparable blade marks, under the enhanced dynamic vision, turned into nothingness, leaving only two blade pieces slashing towards his neck and abdomen.

What he dreaded most was not Yagyuu Ittou’s miraculous ability to predict but rather the opponent’s weak speed and strength!

"You’re too slow!"

Brian laughed loudly, his body twisting and turning like noodles, narrowly avoiding the two small tachis, and slammed a punch towards Yagyuu Ittou’s head.

In everyone’s eyes, he appeared to be facing countless afterimages of sword marks, prepared for mutual destruction.

Thump~

With a muffled sound.

The fist connected, the sword stopped.

Yagyuu Ittou’s eyes and ears spurted out a large amount of blood and cerebrospinal fluid, his entire cheek caved in, he froze in place, his body powerless, kneeling down without a word, instantly lifeless.

Two tachis fell to the ground, powerless.

One punch, life and death decided.

..

"Heartflow, your defense is pretty powerful, but as for offense, it’s all about speed and strength, and you’re seriously lacking in those areas.."

Brian lifted the powerless, kneeling corpse of his opponent and positioned it respectfully.

The strong shouldn’t be humiliated.

Indeed, the opponent was very strong.

At the very least in a head-on confrontation, without using firearms or hidden weapons, and remaining motionless, he estimated that to take down his opponent, he would truly have to risk having both his arms and neck sliced off.

Of course, if it were outside..

With just a spit, Brian could poison the other.

Times have changed.

Unless you can take a missile hit, it’s always the era of the military.

This was also why Brian had chosen the Gift of the Poison Gland previously.

He couldn’t guarantee that he would always have weapons and ammo on hand, and in the case of such a crisis, the toxins within his body would be his final, desperate move.

As for whether he was a monster or not, it was no longer a concern for him.

Anyhow, if the latent genetic threat posed by the Mutants wasn’t eliminated, Brian wouldn’t want offspring, with or without the Poison Glands.

...

"He’s dead.."

Witnessing the lifeless Yagyuu Ittou, the Ninjas had the last bit of their backbone removed.

Their gazes towards Brian no longer held animosity, only fear remained.

Bullying the weak yet fearing the strong, worshipping the powerful, enduring humiliation, ready to betray at any moment; these were the innate traits of their race.

Seeing these fellows either too scared to meet his eyes or looking at him with fervent, almost aroused expressions, Brian lost the mood to slap these people in the face.

He picked up Yagyuu Ittou’s two small Tachi, "I’ll keep these two blades as a memento. As for Yagyuu Ittou’s body, you take it back. He was a strong man, deserving of a dignified burial."

Sadly, none of the three Japanese he killed burst forth with any obsession.

This was dissatisfying.

"Hi~"

The group of male and female Ninjas responded with their heads bowed.

"Truly despicable.."

Watching the group leave with the body, Brian shook his head, handed the small Tachi over to Ali to store in the warehouse, and then approached Susan who was saying goodbye to her best friend, "Sorry, team leader, I was held up for a bit. Let’s continue with our meal."

Caroline glanced over Brian’s chest with burning eyes and said to Susan, "Susan, I’ll go with House to send this group of little Japanese folks back first, we’ll talk more tonight."

Saying this, she hurried off with long strides.

She feared if she stayed around Brian any longer, she’d be swayed by the hormones he was exuding.

Watching her retreating figure, Brian sneered inwardly.

Dare to stir trouble in front of Susan, he’d deal with this piece of work later.

Turning back to Susan, he was about to speak but noticed Susan looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Brian, could you explain how you came to know my bestie?"

Brian: ..

...

In the afternoon.

After lunch and busying themselves, the team listened to Weapon Expert Ali recount with vivid detail Brian’s spectacular solo resistance against Japan, eliciting gasps of admiration from time to time.

Because of the conflicts of the Second World War, along with later events,

they held no good feelings towards Japan.

The only Americans who might actually like that place, are probably those soldiers who take turns staying at their military bases.

After all, who wouldn’t like spending those people’s money, sleeping with their women, and enjoying privileges.

To get stationed there, one supposedly has to pull some strings.

Otherwise, most ordinary soldiers get placed in places like the Middle East, a hellhole.

"Looks like we can clock out peacefully today."

Green said as he stretched lazily with a smile.

Brian also put down his sketchpad out of boredom.

He had plans with Susan to go fishing and enjoy water activities at the sea tomorrow.

He was looking forward to it.

Just then, the office phone rang.

Everyone shot Green looks of grievous resentment.

That damn jinx!