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Chapter 398 - 240: Tallying the Harvest, an Exaggerated Benjamin (Two-in-One)_2

Chapter 398: Chapter 240: Tallying the Harvest, an Exaggerated Benjamin (Two-in-One)_2

Until the small plane took off, Brian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This place, after all, was CD Organization territory, and he didn’t want any accidents to occur that would result in being stranded in Cheng County again.

As for after returning, if the CD Organization discovered something amiss, then he was sorry.

If the CD Organization wanted to squabble, they could go ahead—he wasn’t going to serve them.

Just as Brian was prepared to close his eyes and check the five obsessions he had harvested today, Linda, who had been curiously examining the scenery outside the window, suddenly tugged his sleeve.

Brian turned his head to look at Linda, "What’s wrong, feeling uneasy about the future?"

Linda shook her head.

She bit her lip hesitantly and said softly, "Brian, do you really have a girlfriend now?"

Brian: ...

With a firm tone, he said, "Really, I’ve told you, her name is Susan, she’s the leader of our team, a sharpshooter, who likes to blow people’s heads off the most."

Linda, hearing this, became a little scared.

Is she that fierce!

But she still mustered the courage to ask, "Then, would you mind having one more girlfriend?"

"Mind!"

"Oh..."

Linda lowered her head, somewhat dejected.

Her secret crush had ended before it could even start.

...

Having handled the adolescent girl Linda, Brian finally had the time to check his own harvest.

In this battle, Brian had slaughtered over three hundred lives.

Most of them were cannon fodder Beastification People bred by the Doomsday Sect.

These creatures had average strength and speed, but they could survive underwater, and their skin could withstand ordinary small-caliber handgun bullets, posing some threat to humans but meaningless to the military.

These Beastification People cannon fodder, lacking much intelligence, didn’t release any obsessions.

He didn’t know what the Doomsday Sect saw in cultivating such liabilities.

After all, the lack of intelligence meant they couldn’t use modern weapons or perform tasks requiring precision. They were, in the modern sense, true cannon fodder.

It could also be for the accumulation of technology or perhaps some other purpose.

Brian couldn’t be bothered to probe further.

He had understood a principle: what’s yours is mine.

To him, these cults were just like leeks, ready for the harvesting whenever necessary, simultaneously eliminating trouble for the people—a quite comfortable arrangement.

There was no harvest from the cannon fodder.

But those in black robes did burst out with three obsessions.

Brian first checked these three obsessions.

First black-robed person’s obsession: The bodies of infants under one year old are the most chewable and tender... after eating a hundred from different countries... knowing which country’s... infants taste the best...

Gift One: 56 units of Gift Energy

Gift Two: 15 units of Gift Energy + Body Pythonification

Gift Three: 30 units of Gift Energy + thermal imaging

As expected of a First Rank life, equating to the official organization’s Second Level staff.

The starting Gift Energy for each was over fifty units.

But the other’s obsession was somewhat disgusting and anti-human. As a human being, there are things one does and things one does not do. Brian chose to directly pass it up.

Second black-robed person’s obsession: The giant serpent broodmother cultivated by the organization looks really pretty, I really want to try what that kind of interspecies communication feels like...

Gift One: 60 units of Gift Energy

Gift Two: 20 units of Gift Energy + Body Pythonification

Gift Three: 40 units of Gift Energy + thermal imaging

Brian: ...

Are there no normal obsessions among these Beastification People???

The key thing is that these several Beastification People seem to be mass-produced goods, with only differences in Gift Energy, and their talents are the same.

Brian was no Xu Xian.

He didn’t want to know the taste of a mother serpent.

This obsession, although not about killing him for revenge, was still not appropriate.

Brian could only continue to look further.

Third black-robed person’s obsession: Kill that bitch Sudan, avenge my family!!!

Gift One: 70 units of Gift Energy

Gift Two: 10 units of Gift Energy + Body Pythonification

Gift Three: 1 unit of Gift Energy + thermal imaging

Brian perked up at the sight of this obsession.

If he remembered correctly, the owner of this obsession was the leader of the group in black robes.

An obsession that could finally be completed.

Behind the gifts was an image of a woman.

Seeing the woman’s portrait, Brian was startled.

He had seen this woman.

To be exact, he had seen her on television.

She was the daughter of a gambling king in Las Vegas, in charge of a casino.

Brian didn’t like gambling. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have an impression of such a character.

But it was hard to ignore that this woman had often appeared in the media recently, attending various charity dinners, and trying to boost her reputation.

With his Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory and Supercomputer Perception, a casual glance would involuntarily commit her to his memory; normally he wouldn’t think of her, but as soon as key information triggered, the relevant memory would emerge from his mind.

"Los Angeles is very close to Las Vegas. After getting back, I can make a trip there under the guise of needing a rest to fulfill this obsession."

Brian murmured to himself.

Regarding the thermal imaging in the gifts, he cared quite a bit.

The more diverse his perceptions, the fewer weaknesses he had.

It could be foreseen.

As time passed, if Brian didn’t fall halfway, he was destined to become a real bug of this era, the God of Mankind.

He just needed a little more time.

...

After looking over the obsessions of the three black-robed individuals, Brian shifted his consciousness to the obsessions of Tagg, Benjamin, and Reinhardt.

Tagg’s obsession: Kill the evil Benjamin, torment him!!!

Gift One: 60 units of Gift Energy

Gift Two: 30 units of Gift Energy + Master-level hand-to-hand combat