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Chapter 325 - 210: The Truth About Suicide_3

Chapter 325: Chapter 210: The Truth About Suicide_3

"Boom~"

Another punch landed, and Brian’s expression slightly changed as he stopped his movements.

He frowned, looking at his ’Iron Fist Cover’ on his right hand.

The fist cover, made from iron tubes, was now completely flattened, with the fist mark protruding and a clear dent torn right through the middle, as if it had been cracked open.

It wasn’t that it had hit a steel bar, but a metal corner.

Visible within the hollow of the wall, amid a web of cracked crevices, was a silver metallic corner, carrying several scratches—marks left by Brian’s punch.

Inside the wall, there really was something—a metal box!

..

Half an hour later,

the young Prison Director of Jem Prison twitched his eyes as he observed Brian, head down, kneading and toying with a ’metal sheet’ in his hand.

The action was eerily similar to the way his grandmother kneaded flour to make cookies.

But this was iron!

Iron!

He had previously heard tales of inhuman monsters, never expecting that a simple act of kicking a ball would actually bring such a creature to his doorstep.

His demeanor was gentle, even somewhat humble, "I am the director here, and also the second to hold the position at Jem Prison, succeeding my grandfather. I..."

"Our time is precious, get to the point!"

Brian casually threw the iron ball he had shaped onto the other man’s desk.

Susan, holding Shi San and watching the drama unfold, said not a word.

She really liked Brian like this; he seemed incredibly charismatic.

The Prison Director pulled out a tissue, wiping his forehead:

"I’m sorry, I only found out about this myself.

I called my grandfather and explained the situation, and after much hesitation, he told me that it was set up by people from Black Light Biotechnology Company, it seems to be some sort of experiment.

After seven or eight inmates died, the experiment ended, so my grandfather didn’t arrange for any more prisoners to stay after that, and since Black Light Biotechnology Company didn’t retrieve the metal box, the whole thing was eventually forgotten by him."

Upon hearing this, Brian’s brow furrowed.

It was that Black Light Biotechnology Company again.

He glanced at Susan, who also looked puzzled.

Clearly, she was not very familiar with this company, supposedly established by people from NW.

The course of events was now clear.

The box had been part of an experiment, and two gangs in the prison fought over the smuggling channels, resulting in actual deaths.

To avoid pressure from the Aryan Brotherhood, the new director, unfamiliar with his grandfather’s arrangements, didn’t interfere, thus kicking the ball to Los Angeles PD.

It was quite a foolish move.

Because he didn’t grasp the core issue, which was the smuggling interests, not the truth.

He was merely engaging in a futile effort.

..

With the obtained metal box in tow, Brian, plus one human and one dog, headed back towards the city center by car.

Now that he knew the true circumstances, there was no chance for him to encounter members of the Aryan Brotherhood.

Susan, playing with the box, said, "Is this the thing that caused people to kill themselves?"

Brian, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a cigarette, replied, "Susan, have you ever heard about the origins of Black Light Biotechnology Company?"

Susan shook her head, "Not sure, I rarely pay attention to such matters, but if they were able to make arrangements with the prison, they must have official connections; otherwise, they couldn’t influence the decisions of the Justice Department and secure quotas for Jem Prison."

Brian stubbed out the cigarette butt, and without much civic conscience, tossed it away carelessly, then nodded, "I’ve had dealings with them twice before; they are formed by some people within the NW organization. As for this box, I expect their people will contact us once we reach the city."

Susan put the box down and looked at Brian, "What are you planning to do?"

"Ask for hush money."

Brian added, "Hush money for two humans and a dog!"

Shi San wagged his tail, seriously learning the mature attitude of a big dog.

Some words are very true.

The actions and words of adults often influence the behavioral style of children in the future.

Shi San was a case in point.

..

As Brian expected.

After they arrived in the city.

An unknown call came through right on time.

This indicated the Black Light Company had quite an efficient information network.

Following the communication.

Brian drove to a gas station.

A person holding a package was waiting outside the station.

The moment he parked the car, Shi San, who had appeared lazy, suddenly pricked up his ears, his dog expression becoming a bit stiff, barking at Brian, "Woof woof~ (Master, scary~)"

The approaching individual was dangerous.