Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 295 - 197: Troublemakers Emerge from Poor Mountains and Bad Waters, Brian’s True Colors

Chapter 295: Chapter 197: Troublemakers Emerge from Poor Mountains and Bad Waters, Brian’s True Colors

Thump, thump, thump~

Hearing the knocking, the old man inside exclaimed in terror, "Get away, you bugs!"

As he spoke, the faint sound of bullets being loaded could be heard.

Green was slower to react.

Although Brian didn’t have an enhanced sense of hearing, his overall physical quality had continuously enhanced, so his hearing was far superior to that of an ordinary person and was very clear.

He yanked Green away from the door and gently slapped the old, weathered wooden door with the palm of his hand.

With a clever force applied, the door bolt broke, and the locked door swung open, revealing an old man inside who was absurdly holding a double-barreled shotgun and screaming at the door.

He probably never imagined that these two strangers could easily open his door. A look of surprise flashed across his face, then turned back into terror as he raised his shotgun, "Get out, you chosen ones, scram to your garden!"

"Acting, huh..."

Brian looked disappointed, flashed forward to the old man, grabbed the antiquated shotgun, and with both hands, bent the barrels upwards, forcefully turning it into a flat U-shaped shotgun.

This exaggerated scene stunned the old man.

So you play ghost tricks with me, and you expect realism from me?

Brian casually tossed the U-shaped shotgun onto the ground, "Will you talk on your own, or shall I make you talk?"

He quickly slid off the chair, knelt on the ground, and raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, don’t be rash, young man, don’t be rash. I was just trying to make some money, no harm intended..."

Turns out, this old man, like the female store owner they had asked earlier, was in on it.

They would scam any outsider that came along.

The female store owner lured people to that garden, or invited them home for a meal.

If it was the latter, she and her husband would scam them in other ways.

If it was the former, it would be this man living at the junction doing the scamming.

Generally, if someone was intrigued by what he said, they’d likely stop to ask.

Then, he would pretend to spout some nonsense about being chosen, initially not opening the door, and finally opening it reluctantly, fabricating a story to scam them, while in the meantime, the shop owner’s husband would add stuff to the gas tank of the outsider’s car. Regardless of whether the outsiders believed the old man’s story or not, their car would eventually break down, and they’d be scammed even further.

Green hadn’t expected people to be so malicious, his eyes wide, "What if people simply ignore you?"

After all, not everyone is overtaken by curiosity to actually stop and ask.

The old man squeezed out an ugly smile, "We scam whoever we can."

"And aren’t you afraid of outsiders calling the police?"

The old man shrugged, "The town sheriff is the shop owner’s husband. You were lucky not to be invited in for a meal. It would have been much worse."

Then, he continued, "Actually, not many residents are left in town. Outsiders, whether it’s food, drink, lodging, or transport, end up getting scammed by us, which is why not many come by anymore."

Brian and Green exchanged glances.

Well, well.

A town of scoundrels indeed.

Considering the mine was depleted, the remaining locals were indeed ’kind-hearted’.

Brian activated his enhanced sense of smell, walked around the house, and then looked at Green, "What do you think?"

Green shrugged, "Something’s off. After all, that grocery store’s old lady did seem like she wanted to invite us to her place for a meal, but her husband stopped her..."

Just then,

An elderly cowboy walked in from outside, knocked on the door, "Because I saw that pile of guns in your car, I knew you weren’t the kind-hearted sort, so I gave up on the idea of extorting you, let Old Arthur go, or you won’t make it out of town!"

Brian and Green looked up and realized the elderly cowboy was the grocery store old lady’s husband.

An emblem on his chest marked him as the town sheriff.

Besides,

Unknowingly, seven or eight figures, all armed with various types of shotguns and rifles that were particularly powerful at close range, had appeared on the street outside, surrounding the place.

Green...

He helplessly looked at his boss, Brian.

This godforsaken place plays dirty.

Brian sighed, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a row of high-explosive hand grenades hanging from his waist, "Want to reconsider your wording?"

The elderly cowboy sheriff...

He looked at Old Arthur.

Kneeling on the ground, Old Arthur, helpless, pointed at the bent U-shaped double-barreled shotgun on the ground, "Don’t be hasty, ask them what they want first. We’re just a bunch of helpless old folks, they probably won’t do anything rash."

Seeing the U-shaped shotgun on the ground, the sheriff’s pupils contracted violently, his voice unsteady, "Are you guys from the Black Light Company?"

...

Hearing ’Black Light Company,’ Brian was taken aback.

Wasn’t that the company Mycroft and some people from the NW research department set up?

He frowned at the elderly sheriff, "How do you know about Black Light Company?"

Before he could speak, the old man on the ground muttered, "The mine where our townsfolk worked was bought by them, they’ve owned it for over a decade now, though they didn’t use the name ’Black Light Company’ until recently."

The elderly sheriff nodded, "Seems you’re not with them. Black Light Company previously had a different name. They seem to be researching some weapons technology in the mountains, and occasionally military helicopters would visit. Some townspeople tried to make use of their knowledge of the terrain to sneak in and steal something, but they encountered guards as physically imposing as you and nearly died there. Since then, our town’s residents have been too scared to venture close."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.