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Chapter 312 - 204: Unscrupulous Master and Servant

Chapter 312: Chapter 204: Unscrupulous Master and Servant

Brian’s great-uncle had left him seven or eight safe houses in the central and suburban areas of Los Angeles.

These safe houses weren’t just left there—they demanded attention.

From tax payments to neighbor relations, they all required maintenance; otherwise, under big data scrutiny, these safe houses would be anything but safe and filled with suspicious points.

In fact, aside from one special safe house, Brian was planning to gradually abandon the rest.

He didn’t have the energy to maintain so many safe houses, nor was it necessary.

In reality, Brian only used these safe houses as temporary storage for dangerous items.

He believed that any place could become his safe house if he so desired.

This time, Brian was taking the black fur big rat to a safe house in the suburbs.

It was a small house located in a town around Los Angeles’s central area.

Official records showed that the original owner of the house was a seventy-three-year-old white man who was currently renting a young woman in Thailand as a caretaker and temporary companion to live out his final years.

Every year, a designated company would provide various details about the homeowner, making him appear as a typical retired elderly man in "records".

Meanwhile, the town house was listed with a real estate agency, available for rent at any time.

However, it was not entirely entrusted to the agency; while they could rent it out, the homeowner could also find tenants through his own channels.

This type of housing generally just padded the inventory of real estate agencies.

It’d be best if it could be rented out; if not, it would sit in the resource pool, serving as data for clients to browse through—cosmetically pleasing, but the agents wouldn’t pay much attention to it compared to exclusively marketed rentals or sales properties.

This also meant that if unfamiliar faces appeared, the surrounding neighbors wouldn’t find it strange because their "subconscious" told them that if people were inside the house, it was rented out; if not, it was simply unoccupied temporarily.

Even the agents wouldn’t find it strange.

They couldn’t be sure if the house had been rented out by the homeowner himself.

The greatest hidden secrets were those in plain sight—that was one of the safe house principles.

After acquiring his talent of Body Control, Brian had visited this particular safe house during his free time.

He remembered clearly; beneath the antiquated house, there was not only a secret chamber but also many props and an escape tunnel of about a hundred meters.

The chamber was sufficiently soundproof.

The tools were conveniently adequate.

It was a fine place; the black fur big rat should like it.

Brian was driving, glancing at the rearview mirror.

The black fur big rat seemed to be slightly carsick, its dark red eyes half-closed, showing two sharp large incisors, and coiled up with its tail around itself.

Shi San was overly obsequious, thoughtfully covering its rat boss with a blanket, but his dog eyes whirred, seemingly pondering something.

"Stop looking, it licked a mouthful of anesthetic from me—when this stuff hits, you don’t know it’s hit, and even if you’re physically robust, you’ll just think you’re sleepy."

Brian spoke casually.

These days, you shouldn’t be a boss.

It’s a high-risk position.

Hearing this, Shi San relaxed.

Brian had specifically taught it some basics about sedatives, explosives, anesthetics, and the like to prevent accidental encounters or intoxication; he had even tested them on it.

Therefore, Shi San knew their effects.

It crawled from the back to the front and barked at Brian: "Woof woof~ (Big dog, you’re really impressive~)"

Brian gave a cold smile: "I can’t compare to Lord Shi San, if I couldn’t handle this big rat, wouldn’t that just be adding to its meal?"

He hadn’t expected Shi San to be so bold, daring to act alone.

It seemed that more hardship training was necessary for Shi San in the future.

In his eyes, there was no such thing as rebellion.

Shi San shrank his head, "Woof woof woof~ (The big dog is the strongest, it can’t lose!)"

Brian was his sky.

How could the sky possibly fall...

...

Half an hour later.

Brian parked the car and, together with the Black Fur Big Rat and Shi San, whose spirits were not very good, entered the basement of the safe house.

The safe house was just an ordinary, old standalone wooden cabin on the surface.

The houses in the town were basically all like this, nothing remarkable.

The essence of this place was in the basement located under the living room carpet.

The basement was not large, it was only around eight square meters and was divided into three areas by wooden partitions: one for storing food and water, one for storing weapons, and the final space contained a metal interrogation table and lots of torture tools.

This place was not equipped for long-term survival; it was clearly an emergency safe house intended for countermeasures and interrogations.

Though the Black Fur Big Rat was not very intelligent, it did not lack the caution typical of its species.

It sniffed the surroundings and blocked the stairway to the basement, its dark red eyes gradually becoming more menacing as it chirped anxiously at Shi San!

To avoid trouble, Brian had minimized the dose of anesthetics forced out of his body, which did not have a significant impact on it, only increasing the rat’s slight drowsiness.

In a little over half an hour, the effect of the small dose of anesthetic had already been absorbed and metabolized by the Black Fur Big Rat’s body.

Shi San, a little actor influenced by both sight and sound, faced the threat from the Big Rat boss and bared his teeth at Brian, "Woof! (Big dog, it’s asking why there’s no smell of meat.)"

The Black Fur Big Rat, unable to use pheromones to communicate, couldn’t understand dog language.

Its eyes, following Shi San’s movements, looked toward Brian.

Brian immediately gestured toward the electric chair, inviting the Black Fur Big Rat with an extended hand, "Tell it, if it sits, it’ll get it."

As they spoke.

A few drops of blood fell from Brian’s fingertips onto the electric chair ahead.

The next moment.

Both Shi San and the Black Fur Big Rat’s noses twitched noticeably, eventually fixing their gaze on the chair in front of Brian.

"Wow (It smells great!)"

"Squeak (It smells great!)"

Both an old rat and a dog were attracted by the active special scent in Brian’s blood.

..

The special aromatic in the blood deceived the short-sighted Black Fur Big Rat once again.

Under Shi San’s translation and Brian’s personal service.

It willingly sat on the small table as described by the little brother, urging Brian, the little brother, to serve the meat.

It couldn’t wait to enjoy the food its DNA craved!

Brian slowly placed the iron ring, usually worn on a human’s head, thoughtfully around the Black Fur Big Rat’s neck, "This is the Two-legged Beast’s dining utensil, it will enhance the pleasure of eating later."

Shi San translated simultaneously.

The Black Fur Big Rat, with its mind filled with thoughts of high-quality food and influenced by the residual sedatives that affected its minimal intelligence, was coaxed by this unscrupulous dog and man into sitting willingly on the electric chair and even wearing the torture tools.

In its anticipating gaze.

After Brian adjusted the voltage, he turned on the switch.