Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 308 - 202: It’s Done, Poisoning the Rat (Two-in-One)_3

Chapter 308: Chapter 202: It’s Done, Poisoning the Rat (Two-in-One)_3

According to the agreed-upon location, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a public bench, with several greedy little pigeons perching on his body.

"You look younger than I imagined, Mr. Benjamin," Brian approached and greeted the other.

Benjamin was a white man who appeared to be just over thirty, slightly on the thin side, not very tall, with a plain appearance. The only thing that might have been remarkable was the slight stoop in his back.

Yes, this guy seemed to have a hunchback.

Benjamin looked up, saw Brian, and with a tremble of his small hands, he shook the pigeons pecking at seeds from his hands.

He clapped his hands, stood up, and nodded at Brian, "I’m also pleased to meet you, NW’s newly promoted Second-level Staff. You look even more handsome and spirited than in your profile photos."

"You also look very young," Brian said, making polite conversation.

Benjamin shook his head:

"I’m over sixty already. The youthful appearance is just the result of experimentation, but my insides are already decayed. That’s also the target of my research.

I’ve always hoped to raise the upper limit of human physical lifespan to over two hundred years.

It’s difficult, even now with various Enhancement Reagents. According to laboratory estimates, most individuals enhanced by reagents start to deteriorate around the age of one hundred fifty."

"Deteriorate?"

Brian asked curiously.

This was a novel way of chatting, at least different from what he had expected.

It piqued Brian’s interest in the conversation.

Benjamin nodded:

"Yes, the professional term is ’Rapid physical aging,’ but I prefer to call it ’deterioration.’ Various cancers are typical examples of bodily deterioration.

If you’re familiar, you should know that apart from genetic inheritance, the probability of older people getting cancer is much higher than in younger people.

In fact, even with advanced biotechnology today, although some cancers can be easily cured, the means are basically to remove the diseased parts.

In my view, that’s not a real cure.

My research goal is to hope that individuals can live healthily to over two hundred years, breaking the current life expectancy limit."

Speaking of his goal, the man with the unremarkable appearance showed a radiant face.

Brian even sensed a glimmer of faith.

However, he was not interested, "That’s a noble ideal, but it’s not necessarily a good thing, like now. Formerly, classes were simply about status, wealth, but now it has become an invisible class of life..."

"You’re being too shortsighted!"

Benjamin rudely interrupted Brian.

He spoke somewhat passionately:

"Don’t worry about those dying classes and what’s good or bad, no matter the outcome, time will give an answer.

We need to produce it first, to make the results appear, just like before the scientific revolution when, for a long time, scientists were considered witches by ignorant humans, mathematicians were burned, and chemists were treated as heretics...

But with the passage of time, now they have become the beginnings of modern technology...

As long as it is done, it will be meaningful. The result is not for us to worry about!"

Brian replied with a sneer, "Like how you poison innocent people and observe their growth?"

Benjamin was indifferent:

"The advancement of science requires sacrifice.

It’s just that those people happened to be them.

HG is a research project I’m working on, and knowing that she was destroyed, I’m very upset.

She was the only successful project I had.

Brian, you were promoted after the third Blood Moon.

I know you don’t understand these methods, but you will get used to them.

The various Enhancement Reagents you enjoy are the results of one inhumane experiment and observation after another in the eyes of ordinary people.

The fact proves we are right.

You’re just not accustomed to the rules of this real world yet."

Benjamin had spoken very politely.

Actually, he looked down on this kind of thinking, just as it’s ridiculous for someone who is eating meat to question why the butcher has to cruelly kill the animals.

It was laughable.

If it weren’t for the fact that the young man before him was the organization’s newly promoted Second-level Staff, with a Second-generation girlfriend, Benjamin actually would have preferred to bring over a hunting team, take the other to his lab, and vent his anger over his experimental subject being destroyed!

Brian waved his hand: "I’m not here to debate with you, nor am I interested in what you’re saying. Just tell me your, or your organization’s, goal."

Seeing this, Benjamin wasn’t angry.

He smiled slightly:

"It’s simple, just this once!

If you encounter similar cases in the future, please have Autopsy Officer Brian directly report to NW headquarters, and don’t act impulsively like this time."

Every experimental subject, from inception to termination, often consumed resources over several decades.

Without yielding results, they were destroyed.

Such costs, the company could not afford."

Brian furrowed his brows, "Are you teaching me how to do my job?"

Benjamin looked indifferent:

"Just a friendly reminder, you should know that Black Light Biotechnology is merely a fig leaf, a veil for NW.

Second-level Staff, although few, do exist, and the Adams family does not revolve around what your girlfriend dictates!

Autopsy Officer Brian, I must remind you, as an adult, you should think of the consequences before acting, you are not truly alone.

This is a well-meaning reminder and also the bottom line of Black Light Biotechnology."

The next moment,

Benjamin, not particularly tall, began to slowly rise.

Brian gripped the other man’s neck, "I’m generally good-natured, virtually without enemies, nor people threatening me, do you know why?"

Benjamin did not expect that Brian would know his identity and still dare to lay hands on him.

His face turned red, looking at Brian with puzzled eyes, yet made no attempt to struggle.

As a fellow NW Second Level sequence staff,

Brian was a combat sequence, killing him was no different from slaughtering a chicken, struggling would be meaningless.

Brian loosened his grip slightly, dropping the other man to the ground, speaking softly, "You wouldn’t want to know the reason, Mr. Benjamin."

Having said that, he turned and left.

...

Watching Brian’s retreating figure, Benjamin rubbed his sore neck, his eyes flickering with thought.

This Brian matched the file records quite well, decent to friends, but ruthless to enemies, unhesitating with his methods.

"No wonder he became a Second Level sequence staff in just over two months, besides physical talent and luck, his personality must play a significant part.

Too bad it was discovered too late, otherwise, he would have been excellent experimental material..."

During his contemplation, the bulge behind Benjamin began to squirm slightly.

His expression changed subtly, he swept a glance around, and hurriedly left.

Damn it.

The mutated organs were becoming restless again.

And with Subject No. 3 accidentally destroyed, a new suitable target had to be selected.

Back in the car, Benjamin grew increasingly irritable.

He had heard that the FBI had stumbled upon a Lurker with great potential, but unfortunately, during the capture process, the Lurker got away, costing them a disposable field agent.

"It might not have been an accident that he got away... The Doomsday Sect, haha, not much different from Black Light Biotechnology, it seems necessary to have someone approach them, see if we can acquire that Lurker’s body tissue."

Benjamin couldn’t control his drifting thoughts, two soft tentacles, which had emerged from his crooked back without notice, coiled around the steering wheel, initiating the car’s ignition...

...

Watching the car disappear at the end of the street, Brian’s gaze returned from the motorcycle’s rearview mirror.

This Benjamin, definitely problematic.

After meeting him, he had engaged his enhanced sense of smell, detecting a scent akin to the unique smell of the sea emanating from the other man.

This smell was common among seaside fishermen.

But there was a difference between the two.

The fishy smell on fishermen was due to prolonged contact with seafood, leaving a distinctive odor.

Benjamin... he seemed more like the seafood itself.

"Beastification People?"

"Or Transformed people?"

Brian shook his head.

If things continued to develop this way, it wouldn’t be surprising if one day, going out without three eyes and four arms, one would be considered an alien.

Quite the hellish joke.

...

Brian did not go straight home.

He made a special trip to the pet market and bought some small hamsters.

While Brian was experimenting with his newly acquired ultrasound positioning talent using the little hamsters, Shi San also sneaked out of Susan’s house.

That big rat smelled too delicious.

Want to eat!