Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 371 - 229: The Problematic Company, Benjamin: Why are you forcing me?_3

Chapter 371: Chapter 229: The Problematic Company, Benjamin: Why are you forcing me?_3

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Continuous exertion.

Chief Flory was noticeably tired.

Seeing Brian and Ellie so energetic, he expressed some envy, "I suddenly regret that in my youth, I rejected the invitation from the CD Organization."

Upon hearing this, Ellie, sitting in the back seat of the car, chuckled silently.

Without connections, background, or any special talent, even if he had joined the CD Organization, he would have been just cannon fodder, perhaps not even surviving to his current age.

Why had Brian’s reputation spread so widely among the low-ranking officers in his jurisdiction and surrounding areas in such a short time?

The most important reason was that he was promoted too quickly.

So quickly that those low-ranking officers couldn’t even dare to imagine it.

Following that, Chief Flory, perhaps stimulated by something, rambled on while searching for the former camp owner’s belongings, suddenly losing his vigor and spirit as he reflected on life’s encounters.

The belongings were also found.

It was an old wooden box.

The box was covered in dust, probably untouched since it had been thrown in there.

Opening the box,

it revealed some small items inside.

Some were photos, including group photos of children and instructors from various training camps, as well as some of his own old photos.

The owner appeared very kind-faced, his gaze towards the camera gentle.

The documents were about company management and such matters.

From these belongings alone, Brian didn’t find anything unusual.

As Chief Flory had said, the camp company had not received any complaints or faced any lawsuits before the fire; it was well-managed.

That was not easy to achieve in the United States.

People often liked to threaten with lawyers here, although most ordinary citizens actually couldn’t afford the expenses, but that didn’t stop them from making trouble and complaints over minor issues.

Being besieged by lawsuits and complaints was typical for most service and training industries.

Therefore, maintaining such a clean operation for over a decade as this camp had done was extraordinarily difficult.

Instead of looking at Chief Flory with his built-in filters, Brian turned to the silent Ellie, "What do you think?"

"Too clean," Ellie stated bluntly,

"A normal service training industry that can be run this well for such a long time, would have good reputation and business.

Near Odolan, there are many suitable spots for expanding new camps, developing better and better, more and more camps opening, eventually forming a franchise—that’s what a normal businessman would do.

Even if the founder is reluctant, those below him would push for such growth to develop, but this camp company did not.

After the fire, most of the company’s personnel were gone.

That is also very strange."

Brian nodded, "Yes, beneath the surface of normalcy, nothing is normal, Ellie, are there any Mutant Organizations or private research institutions around here?"

Ellie frowned slightly, "Are you suspecting that there is a research institution behind this company?"

"It’s not a suspicion, just feels similar to the methods of Black Light Biotechnology Company, but seeing your reaction, this shouldn’t be your people’s doing," Brian spoke frankly.

He really had that feeling,

especially since the shadow in the camera, only eleven or twelve years old, had the facial bone structure of an adult, which was abnormal, more like being forcibly matured.

So he had this preconceived notion.

Suddenly,

Brian, while browsing through the items, his gaze sharpened.

He stopped talking and pulled out an old photo that had been torn and then glued back together from the box, studying it for a moment before looking at Chief Flory, "Where is the owner’s grave?"

Chief Flory, puzzled by why Brian was asking this, still answered honestly, "Just outside the town. Cremation is too expensive, costing up to five or six thousand US dollars, so we all do burials, and I will be buried there later too."

"Let’s go have a look!"

Brian put the photo into his pocket and turned to leave.

Watching his back, a flicker of confusion crossed Ellie’s eyes.

What had this guy discovered?

From her understanding, since a useful clue was found, they should first go to the disappearance site, look for the individual captured in the camera, rather than going to look at a dead person’s belongings and grave.

However, since Brian was in charge of this case,

she didn’t bother to ask and just followed him.

...

Meanwhile,

Benjamin looked grimly at the three men in black standing before him, "I’ve made contributions to the organization, I shouldn’t be treated like this!"

"Please cooperate with our investigation, Benjamin!" the lead black man, wearing sunglasses, spoke coldly.

"Damn Brian!"

Benjamin sighed, slowly standing up, "I really didn’t want it to come to this, why did you have to push me?"

The lead black man sensed the impending danger, his face shifting slightly.

In the next moment,

the three enhanced agents, as if struck by a magical immobilization spell, were suddenly unable to move, only able to watch as behind Benjamin, his clothes tore apart, revealing four horrifying, disgust-inducing tentacles...

It was unclear how much time had passed.

Benjamin bent down, put a blood-stained pair of sunglasses on his face, looked towards Florida, and unveiled a bloodthirsty smile.