Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 347 - 219: Evil Insider, Lobbyist_3

Chapter 347: Chapter 219: Evil Insider, Lobbyist_3

After all, most countries had rather primitive medical standards before the development of modern medicine.

The modern medical system is excellent, saving many lives, and adapts well to scaling up in the modern era; these benefits are undeniable.

However, for those countries that already had decent healthcare systems, it meant prematurely stifling their chance to preserve the merits of their systems, integrate the essence of modern medicine, and develop a unique, superior, and more suitable healthcare system.

It was a bad deal.

Brian was just a minor individual and could not influence such strategic matters.

That didn’t stop him from taking his frustration out on a minor director of the Blood Association.

This group, as the black agent had said, was powerful and well-connected, but for a clandestine group, it was normal to sacrifice one of their own.

What is a glove?

It blocks wind and rain, does the dirty work, and when it wears out, you throw it away and get a new pair. That’s what gloves are.

...

"Do you know the identity of this patron?"

Brian glanced with a slight frown and approached the black agent, speaking face-to-face.

Feeling the shadow looming over him, the black agent uncomfortably lowered his head, "I’m not certain, but I can guess. It’s probably Jonathan Armstrong, a director of the Los Angeles Red Cross Blood Center!"

"Good."

"You’re safe now!"

Brian nodded, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his wristwatch.

After a few presses, a pleasant female voice emerged from the watch, "This is the NW special line. Brian Second-level Staff Dawn Warrior, I am operator 233, happy to serve you."

"I need a combat team to escort someone away from address XXX, please hurry."

Brian spoke softly.

"Second-level Staff Dawn Warrior Brian, your order has been approved based on your credentials. Command sent.."

After a three-second wait.

The female voice continued, "Combat team arranged, flight path registered, they will arrive at your location in 35 minutes."

"Thank you."

Brian disconnected the satellite communication.

Dispatching a combat team was one of his privileges after his promotion.

But it wasn’t without restrictions.

Only three chances per year, and the purpose of deployment definitely couldn’t be for nefarious activities; there had to be some overt justification.

Actually, he had quite a lot of freedom.

Brian had asked before; even if he used these combat teams for day jobs, squeezing a bit of sweat money, it was permitted.

These combat teams belonged to the NW Combat Department.

Brian had interacted with these people a few times before, even collaborated with them in Forest Park, and he knew them to be elite and heavily armed, heavy with firepower, from the perspective of ordinary people.

...

During the wait.

A white middle-aged man with a lieutenant’s police rank suddenly walked in from outside.

His purpose clear, he made a beeline toward Brian, who was smoking and daydreaming.

Brian, without even looking up, said, "If you’re here to plead for that person, don’t bother. Even if the case wasn’t in my hands, it’s fine, but since it is, it needs to be resolved."

He was actually a person with a very flexible moral baseline.

He had ignored several cases involving his own people before.

However, some words from the black agent had evoked some unpleasant memories of his past.

In his homeland’s development, countless families were impacted by various vile deeds.

Those groups that casually spread nasty diseases around the world, they all deserved to die!

The police chief didn’t expect Brian to be so perceptive.

His direct words killed the chief’s prepared defenses, leaving him to glance at the cowering black agent and mutter lowly,

"I’ve heard of you, Brian.

You’re a very capable young man, and I admire you, but I must remind you, the world isn’t divided into just black and white; it’s not so clear-cut.

You’re young, and our growth involves constant compromise. Please hand over the case.

NW itself includes capital from those institutions.

Hand it over.

It’s better for everyone!"

Brian whistled softly, smiled, and simply ignored the officer.

If he remembered correctly, this guy was named Jason, a mid-to-high-ranking officer in the district and a member of the police association, the kind who no longer showed up at crime scenes.

Since gaining Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory, he had memorized a lot of publicly available information inside the police force.

But sorry, he was not planning to yield on this case!

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