Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 345 - 219: Evil Insider, Lobbyist

Chapter 345: Chapter 219: Evil Insider, Lobbyist

"Blood Association?"

Brian had heard of the Red Cross, the Red Cross Blood Center, or the United States Blood Center Organization, but it was his first time hearing of a simply named "Blood Association."

"Yes, the Blood Association, a rather niche organization, but it’s responsible for the import and export of plasma products for over fifty states in the United States."

The African American agent eyes darted around suspiciously as he spoke, his face expressing fear:

"You have any idea how many secrets hide behind it?

Buddy, seriously, you look young, and those two female officers treated you with respect, you might have a great future ahead of you, let’s just say Paola fell into the water drunk and drowned.

I feel like they won’t target a small fry like me."

He seemed to come back to his senses.

If the backer behind Paola wanted him dead, he would have left with Paola yesterday.

The other party’s power was significant, even if he ran off to Europe, it would surely be a dead-end as well; globally, he couldn’t even imagine where he could run if that group hunted him.

So he should be safe.

Seeing the African American agent seeming to snap back to reality, unwilling to continue, and even trying to persuade him, Brian’s lips curled.

He cautioned politely, "I was just piqued by what you said, and now you’ve stopped talking, that’s no fun, quite a letdown. The last person who did that to me is now laid out in the morgue’s freezer!"

The African-American agent:..

Death threats, now THAT’S a letdown alright!

He attempted to instill fear in Brian: "You’ve no idea of the power behind Paola’s backers, do you have any notion how ludicrous the blood import-export business is?"

"Go on."

Brian was unconcerned.

Could it be more outlandish than those Mutant Organizations?

The African American agent once again looked around sneakily before speaking rapidly:

"All this was told to me unintentionally by Paola after she got drunk.

Her backer is a member of the Blood Association, in charge of Los Angeles’s non-mainstream blood export and import operations.

There are many official organizations involved.

What I mean is, without your knowledge, the higher-ups at your police station could also be part of this chain of interests.

If you keep investigating, you’re really just making life difficult for yourself."

Brian shook his head:

"Sorry, I am a member of the NW organization; the businesses you’re talking about won’t dare touch me before I affect their interests.

By the way, although I still don’t know your name, I must remind you that when I sent those two female officers away, I actually made it known to certain people outside that you’ve been with me for a long time.

Even if you know nothing, you can’t escape now.

Whether you can survive is determined by whether or not I will investigate that so-called Blood Association, you understand?"

What is a whirlpool? It’s when you think you can leave, but you’re already too ensnared to escape.

To the powerful, life is as cheap as dirt.

When they sense trouble, they’ll directly remove any problematic elements instead of investigating whether you’re the one to bring them trouble.

Simply eliminating those who ask questions is easier than solving the problem.

That’s the mindset of the powerful.

Only when they can’t find a solution do they consider negotiation or peace talks.

...

The African American agent, after all, was in showbiz—sometimes a little foolish, but once it involved scheming, he immediately caught on.

His lips turned pale: "Are you setting me up?"

"No, no, no, I’m not setting you up, I’m a warrior for the Lord, with a duty to help lost lambs find the right path," Brian’s tone was indifferent.

"I don’t believe in the Lord."

"Then go to hell; worst case, I’ll ask someone else if they know about the Blood Association. If no one knows, then so be it," Brian’s tone was even more indifferent.

Whether you believe or not is none of my business.

This case lacked any obsession; it was pure curiosity.

Solving a case is like solving a puzzle, a highly addictive activity; otherwise, detective novels worldwide wouldn’t have been enduring and impervious to changes in trends over the years.

Faced with Brian’s shameless proposition, the African American agent felt helpless.

He tried to convince himself: "Forget it, Paola was my best friend; I have to let her soul rest in peace. I will tell you what I know next, I hope you won’t regret it."

Brian nodded: "Alright, tell me, what exactly does non-mainstream blood export and import operations entail."

"Criminals, junkies, and homeless people’s blood!"

The African American agent whispered lowly:

"These are the demographics of the non-mainstream export channels, among them, some are special blood samples coming out of the labs, carrying various contagious diseases.

The volume of this business is frighteningly enormous, scarily so.

After Paola hooked up with her backer, even with poor acting, terrible singing, and a fake body, she still managed to get a lot of exposure and endorsements in Hollywood’s chase for fame, all within just one year.

Curious about their power, I investigated some information regarding this.

Currently, the countries with mature blood export technology and capability don’t even make up a third of the globe.

These capable countries have a domestic blood shortage, so there’s even less available for export.

As of last year, the United States accounted for ninety-six percent of this export market!"