Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 349 - 221: Four Kills, Bad News, Not Enough Body Bags (First Subscription Bonus 8)

Chapter 349: Chapter 221: Four Kills, Bad News, Not Enough Body Bags (First Subscription Bonus 8)

These four people coordinated seamlessly.

Two of them employed the standard gun-holding gesture, staring intently at the two people in the car, another held a manual filming device and followed to record the scene, while the last one stepped forward to negotiate.

In fact, at that time, most officers in the United States, regardless of the type of police, were not accustomed to using police cameras.

One reason was technical; the other was that it wasn’t yet the time for that.

In Brian’s previous life, these events had happened fourteen years later, because of the excessive use of force by the police combined with the rise of the racial movement, that the police departments started to equip extensively.

The purpose of the equipment was not to regulate law enforcement but merely for self-protection.

Because of the votes, the Black men had strong fighting capabilities for a while in the future, which resulted in more and more officers following normal enforcement procedures but ending up incriminated themselves.

After such incidents increased, the equipment of American officers was largely replaced.

The people in front of him had deliberately carried a portable filming camera, which was quite thought-provoking.

After the procedural exchange.

The questioning officer, holding the two men’s NW identification, glanced at them casually, took out his cellphone, dialed a few numbers, and then pretentiously said, "Sorry, this is a suburban road, the signal isn’t very good. We can’t confirm your identities. Could you come back with us to verify?"

Brian shrugged, "I have a cellphone, you can use mine, it’s in my pocket."

Tom chimed in, "There are people living around here, it’s not really a suburb, and there’s no way the car communication is down. Confirming our identities shouldn’t be difficult."

"Sorry, it’s broken!"

The questioning officer’s expression darkened, and he pulled out handcuffs, "For your safety and ours, we will put these on your hands and then search your vehicle for dangerous weapons and contraband. Please cooperate with us."

Seeing the handcuffs, Brian smiled slightly, extending his hands cooperatively.

Seeing this, Tom felt uneasy but had no choice but to follow and get cuffed, squatting to the side.

Next.

The search began.

The whole process resembled a border patrol small game that Brian played in his previous life. The officer carrying the filming equipment also directed the device there.

First, they searched the people, then the vehicle.

Assuming they had already secured the people.

The searching officer’s attitude became much rougher.

He put on gloves, first found a pistol under Brian’s armpit.

He glanced at the pistol, smiled meaningfully at Brian without asking about the legality of the gun or any related questions, and handed it to his colleague, continuing the search with a smile.

The next moment.

His facial expression froze, and the hand placed on Brian’s waist couldn’t move, "What is this?"

"Hand grenade, fragmentation hand grenade; effective killing radius is about fifteen meters. You know, departments that deal frequently with criminals, we’re not comfortable without carrying some stuff."

Brian explained thoughtfully, "That’s why I carry only a few of them, it feels uncomfortable otherwise. Otherwise, I would carry thirty, instead of three."

"Madman!"

The body-searching officer couldn’t hold back his cursing, "You maniac, I’ve never seen an Autopsy Officer carrying grenades!"

The smile on Brian’s face deepened, "Buddy, you forgot the credentials I gave you, they only had information about NW action department staff, no position information!"

His previous credentials had it; he now had two sets, one as an Autopsy Officer of B6 team with NW credentials, and another one marked as a Second Level Staff of Dawn Warrior on the NW credentials.

What these officers saw was the second set.

Unfortunately, these fools were too low-level; they knew of the NW organization but had no concept of what a Second Level Staff entailed.

The body-searching officer also realized it and glared at Brian, explaining, "Your credentials are ridiculous. What’s this Dawn Warrior, something you bought for a few bucks?"

Saying this, he barely dared to breathe heavily, carefully removing the three grenades hung on Brian’s waist.

The officer who took over also carefully handled these grenades, which were not common models.

On the other side.

The officer searching the vehicle also retrieved a handgun, a big box containing an automatic rifle and a shotgun from the vehicle.

They also discovered a body bag in the trunk, and the beautiful female corpse inside.

Seeing the female corpse, the officers exchanged glances, confirming they had the right target.

They immediately packed up the camera and drew their guns, walking directly towards Brian and his companion.

...

Tom hadn’t even processed the situation when he was kicked by Brian, rolling off the roadside, disappearing from their view.

Seeing this, the officers were slightly surprised but not very worried.

A handcuffed person, in high-speed motion, his balance would be difficult to maintain, and the terrain here didn’t favor running far.

The next moment.

In front of their eyes, Brian lightly exerted force with his hands, forcibly breaking the steel handcuffs on his wrists.

Under the astonished gazes of the officers, he grinned at the officer who had just mocked him, "I thought you guys had some plan. Turns out you just dawdle around and finally just shoot to kill."

Not skilled at all.

Brian pointed at his chest, "Aren’t you curious what a Dawn Warrior is? Come on, shoot here."

"Get him!"

Though surprised that the target could break free from steel handcuffs, the leading officer didn’t hesitate for a moment. While Brian was still speaking, he drew his gun and executed a quick policeman-style shoot-out.

Bullets, aimed precisely at various spots on Brian’s chest, struck him.