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Chapter 336 - 215 Ability Transformation Again (First Subscription Bonus 7)

Chapter 336: Chapter 215 Ability Transformation Again (First Subscription Bonus 7)

Confirmed by eye contact, it was the target they were looking for.

Brian’s figure flashed, turning into a blur of exaggerated speed that only left visible afterimages to normal eyes, and he vanished from the street once more.

The remaining two finally understood why their companions had disappeared so quickly.

Monster!

A modified monster had joined the battle!

"Run!"

Without a second thought, the two picked up their rocket launcher and ran toward another window.

There was a dog flap in the backyard of this house, and on the other street outside the dog flap was the getaway car they had prepared.

Their original plan had been to cause a big commotion in a short time, and when the moment was right, they would fire the rocket launcher to attract attention, coupled with Sniper No. 1’s rifle to disrupt the police deployment, and make a quick escape.

The process wasn’t to take more than fifteen minutes.

God knows why they had provoked a monster, causing the plan to fail in less than ten minutes.

These two men were indeed members of a special combat squad. Even in a state of panic, they used the ropes they had prepared beforehand to rappel down into the courtyard in less than three seconds.

Just as they were about to escape through the dog flap, a figure already appeared below them, smiling and looking up at them.

"Go to hell, monster!"

The man carrying the rocket launcher, without a word, picked up the portable rocket launcher and prepared to fire it at close range, intending to take Brian down with him.

The other also viciously raised the barrel of his automatic rifle.

But to Brian, their movements were as slow as snails, like a video that had dropped frames.

He instantly crossed the three-meter distance between them, hands shooting out and precisely grasping their necks, and at the moment he lifted them, shook his hands sharply.

Intense pain shot through them.

Both let out a scream of agony as the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

"Tell me where you come from,"

Brian said, tossing the two to the ground and asking curiously.

"Go die!"

One of them gave a hostile response.

The next second,

a shadow whistled through the air with a sharp crack, whipping his head to spin twice on the spot, his back to his companion, his eyes wide open, still filled with a blend of vicious and fearful emotions...

Having dispatched the stubborn one with a single kick, Brian turned his gaze to the other man.

He, however, foolishly watched as his companion’s head was turned 180 degrees to the back, his whole body trembling and lost in shock.

As members of a ruthless gang’s armed forces, they had seen plenty of cruel deaths and had even witnessed mass slaughters where bodies were treated with sulfuric acid, but nothing had shaken them as much as the way their companion died today.

In front of the monster before them, their strong bodies were as fragile as a baby’s.

Seeing this, Brian sighed.

He flicked the ash off the tip of his cigarette, "Anyway, you’re going to die, so why not cooperate and die peacefully?"

"You don’t understand, if I betray those above us, my whole family will be buried alive. Just kill me, I won’t talk, I won’t..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his throat took a heavy blow, and his body collapsed powerlessly to the ground, following his companion’s footsteps to the afterlife.

"Talk or don’t talk, it’s all the same."

Brian crushed the cigarette butt and walked away.

Having killed this gang of thugs, he felt much better.

...

Next, it was time for the patrol officers from the operations department to "clean up."

After waiting for over half an hour and collecting two new obsessions from the fifteen gathered bodies, Brian was finally taken back to Group B6’s office after some bartering with a plump higher-up from the police who had arrived late.

Seeing Brian return, Old Hardenn looked up, "Good thing you’re back. Tom said you went down to the district station. I heard there was a fierce shootout over there."

"It’s over, I handled it,"

Brian tossed his suit casually onto his desk, "Has the team leader arrived yet?"

"No," Hardenn shook his head, then turned to a female clerk beside him, both curiously eyeing Brian, "What happened?"

Brian shook his head, "I don’t know. The situation was a bit chaotic. A few officers and many civilians died at the scene, there was gunfire, and then I took care of them. But one was left alive; not sure if they can be saved."

It was only after he returned to his desk and started typing up the case report that Old Hardenn and the female clerk caught Brian’s meaning: taking care of them = killed them all, except for one survivor.

Both were silent...

The female clerk’s eyes widened as she wrote on a piece of paper, "Is Brian that fierce?"

Old Hardenn shook his head in reply, "This kid used to spray bullets all over the place when he killed someone, must have been corrupted by the team leader."

The female clerk nodded in agreement.

Brian was usually good-tempered, slightly less so with bad people—probably influenced by his team leader, Susan.

...

Actually, whether those people admitted their affiliations or not wasn’t a big issue.

All were Mexicans, their style of combat was elite, and with their equipment and other factors, there were only a few factions that could have that level of power. Ironically, the CIA probably knew those unfortunate neighbors better than they knew themselves.

A simple cross-reference was all that was needed to identify the group’s identity and purpose.

After sending the case report to the leadership at the district station and forwarding another copy to the Internal Affairs Department of NW, Brian began to examine the three obsessions he had collected.

Obsession One: Become an enhanced human.

Gift: 9 points of Gift Energy.

This was the sniper’s obsession. It wasn’t clear if he’d always had this desire, or if it was only after seeing Brian’s inhuman performance that he’d developed it.

But it was meaningless.

The man was dead; he couldn’t become anything.

Even if he hadn’t died, such an obsession would have been a loss to fulfill—unprofitable.

Rejected!

Obsession Two: Give that monster two shots!

Gift One: Eight points of Gift Energy.

Gift Two: One point of Gift Energy + rifle mastery.

This is an unnamed obsession.

There was no helping it, Brian killed too quickly, never paying attention to who was who, only having the time to examine their obsessions after the deed was done.

The obsession was simple.

Gift Two was meaningless to Brian.

Gift One wasn’t too bad, even a mosquito’s leg is meat; he accepted this obsession.

Obsession Three: Buy a farm, stay away from blood and fire, and live a stable, happy life with family.

Gift: Five Gift Energy points.

Along with it came the faces of a group of people.

This group had the old and the young, including three little girls and a boy, amounting to over a dozen, surrounding the deceased with radiant smiles; it must have been a family portrait.

Seeing this obsession, Brian was inexplicably reminded of a past shootout scene, with the bodies of innocent civilians littered across the ground, feeling a touch of irony.

"Sorry, but this obsession is too troublesome, and the feedback is too little, so let’s just forget about it."

Brian rejected this obsession as well.

...

Susan wasn’t in.

Brian texted her but got no reply.

There was still some time before the end of the workday.

He simply went down to the basement to check on Tom’s autopsy work.

The guy was partnering with Ali, the Weapon Expert, for videotaping, and coupled with the obvious causes of death for several of the collected bodies, so he was doing quite well.

After greeting them,

Brian went to the shooting range, picked out a modified air rifle from Ali’s modifications, and casually fired a few shots to confirm its power, then lifted his shirt and aimed the still-hot barrel directly at his stomach before firing three shots.

The extra one was a freebie.

At such close range, the airgun pellets were reduced to masses of lead, struggled to tear through Brian’s sturdy skin, and barely penetrated his muscles before being forcefully stuck.

The next moment,

With the movement of muscles,

The three deformed lead pellets, without a single stain of blood, were expelled from the wound in Brian’s stomach.

The skin of the wound was writhing.

In about two breaths, the wound sealed, leaving only barely visible red streaks where the holes had been.

Seeing this, Brian nodded in satisfaction.

Such minor wounds, he could heal without using Gift Energy, relying on his own cell vitality and the ’BUG ability’ of Body Control, it would take at most a few days to heal naturally with next to no impact on his life.

Advancing to the next level, he anticipated his self-healing ability would become even more prodigious.

He felt he could somewhat understand why that ’Long’ from the past could go up against a modern military alone and still escape tens of kilometers to the sea.

He himself was steadily drawing closer to that realm.

As warm currents surged, the obsession was complete.

Brian once again gained eight Gift Energy points, his accumulated Gift Energy reaching 94 units and soon returning to triple digits.

"Once that Vampire obsession is complete, I’ll find an opportunity to visit Japan, and then I can consider enhancing my body once more..."

A smile spread across Brian’s face.

This sensation of continuous growth and the building sense of security, it was truly exhilarating.

...

Until the end of the shift, Susan still hadn’t returned nor replied to messages.

Susan had previously mentioned she’d take some time to visit headquarters, where there were signal jammers in some areas, so Brian wasn’t particularly anxious, but he decided to send her another message using the staff wristwatch.

This time, the reply was quick: Read, will return tomorrow.

Seeing this, Brian was relieved.

This matter served as a reminder: it was time to get Shi San a phone.

Otherwise, with Susan unreachable and Shi San the same, he would still worry a bit.

Riding back home.

There was a small bag hanging on his apartment door.

On the bag, there was a note saying, in essence, that its owner was a new neighbor who had moved in downstairs, intending to do some simple renovations which might cause disturbance, and this was a lunch box she had made as an apology for the trouble.

"How overly polite, it just feels full of superficial formality."

Brian sniffed at it, assured it was just some ordinary snacks, and took it to his room, tossing it into the trash can.

Although he wasn’t afraid of most poisons, having encountered more and more mutants with bizarre abilities, Brian was even more cautious about such things.

After eating.

Brian held his coffee and stepped out onto the balcony, staring into the night sky, lost in thought at the moon overhead.

For some reason.

He started to feel sleepy after returning home.

Since his energy levels had been high, this had never happened.

"Could it be related to today’s killings?"

Brian yawned, "Today, my mood was indeed a bit off, like a woman on her period, the fluctuations were somewhat abnormal..."

With a hint of tiredness,

Brian returned to the living room and checked the surveillance.

His guess was right on the mark.

The bag on the door was indeed hung there by a short-statured Asian-faced woman.

A woman from Japan, recognizable by the legs.

Due to their kneeling posture, most women there have short, stubby legs like little radishes.

The woman appeared gentle, probably a housewife.

As he continued to watch, the afterimage of the Blood Moon in Brian’s eyes reappeared, and he unknowingly closed them, settling down on the couch.

Countless dark red energies boiled silently, infiltrating his consciousness...

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