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Chapter 404 - 242 Arrangement, Heading to Las Vegas (Supplement)

Chapter 404: Chapter 242 Arrangement, Heading to Las Vegas (Supplement)

Seeing her father leave, Susan could only pick up her phone again and tell Brian not to come back to downtown Los Angeles just yet.

The two of them continued chatting for a while before hanging up.

On the other side.

Brian put away his phone.

He hadn’t expected such luck.

Since there was a valid excuse not to return, he seemed to have just the opportunity to fulfill the obsession of Black Robe Number Three.

Obsession of Black Robe Number Three: Kill that bitch Susan and 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 had seen Susan’s interview on TV before.

She was the daughter of a casino owner in Las Vegas, owning a legitimate casino and hotel, and seemed to be busy gathering reputation since she frequently appeared at charity galas in the news.

Ironically, Las Vegas was just over four hundred kilometers away from downtown Los Angeles.

Brian could run there in no time.

"Um, when I get off the plane and settle Linda, I’ll go deal with this obsession."

Brian muttered to himself and began to meditate.

Such a woman who lured people into human experiments causing families to be ruined, didn’t need to be investigated further.

Her death would not be regretted.

...

Five hours later.

After a connecting flight, a small plane landed at a small airport in Alhambra City in Los Angeles County.

This airport looked non-commercial, with no planes parked there.

For this flight, Brian had paid a fee of five thousand eight hundred US dollars and then paid the pilot an additional one thousand three hundred US dollars for his service.

Once out of the small airport.

The two reached the streets of the city.

It was now the afternoon, and there were quite a few pedestrians moving about.

Linda curiously observed this city more than three thousand kilometers from her hometown, then tugged at Brian, "Are there a lot of Asians in Los Angeles? I can’t understand many of the signs on the streets."

The street signs were not only in Federal language but also in many Traditional Hua characters.

The pedestrians on the streets included only one or two Caucasians and African-Americans, occasionally one could see one or two browns or Latinos and Native Americans, the rest were all black-haired Asians.

Hearing this, Brian smiled, "There are quite a few Asians here in Los Angeles, but most here are from Hua Country. I heard their mayor next year is very likely to be a Hua descendent."

He had been here before.

Alhambra was located to the east of downtown Los Angeles, very close at less than fifteen kilometers away, with a current population of just over ninety thousand. Not counting undocumented workers, there were over forty-five thousand Hua people and descendants.

Interestingly, the Hua descendants here liked to do business.

Many of the shops here were owned by them.

This caused a humorous phenomenon where non-Hua ethnic groups settling here ended up learning some Hua language to blend in.

This wasn’t an isolated phenomenon.

It was mostly because most Hua people were disinterested in politics and not very united; otherwise, many of the developed cities in the United States would have had a significant number of Hua descendants as high-ranking federal officials.

After all, at this point in time, the political climate of the United States wasn’t as hostile towards Hua Country as it had been in Brian’s previous life.

But it was getting close.

Brian wasn’t very interested in this area, so he wasn’t very familiar with the relationship between both sides in this slightly different parallel world.

While explaining this to Linda, they reached a commercial street.

The street was called Valley Avenue.

Brian used to hang out here often during his studies, as it was one of the main Hua business districts in the whole Greater Los Angeles area.

Most of the shops, restaurants, and supermarkets here were owned by people from Hua Country.

After eating some Hua Country stir-fried dishes with Linda, they found a small inn to stay in.

During that time, a Hua Country auntie gave Brian a very odd look.

After all, Linda’s appearance, although mature, still had juvenile fuzz on her face that made it clear to anyone with a bit of experience that this girl was not very old.

When they registered their details, wow, fifteen years old, that’s critical.

The auntie’s look at Brian became even stranger.

But she didn’t make a fuss.

At fifteen, in this place, there were quite a few who were on the streets.

..

"Brian, that auntie’s gaze at you... haha"

Upon entering the room, Linda threw herself onto the bed, laughing heartily.

Following Brian had significantly eased her previously frightened mood, and the influx of novel information had restored some of her original character.

Brian rolled his eyes.

Linda had just been pretending to be restrained, prompting inappropriate thoughts from onlookers, her gaze towards him was also odd, as if she saw him as a pretty boy seducing an innocent young girl.

"I’m going out to buy some stuff, do you need anything?"

Brian checked the time on his phone casually.

He needed to prepare some materials for the night’s activity.

Linda licked her lips, "Water, I guess. I didn’t quite get used to that Hua Country food, I suspect I might get diarrhea later."

Her reaction was quite genuine.

Due to dietary habits, most Americans couldn’t actually adapt to authentic Hua Country cuisine, even the lighter varieties.

Their palates and stomachs struggled.

So, the ’Hua Country cuisine’ that was popular was actually the kind that was completely altered.

"Alright."

Brian chuckled and nodded, leaving the room.

To avoid interference, he didn’t tell Susan where he was staying, as she might have driven straight over.

Susan was not Linda.

Brian was not confident about silently knocking her out and going out.

...

It was after 8:00 PM.

Linda lay in bed watching TV.

Every now and then, her gaze drifted towards Brian who was flipping through a magazine on the couch, her face slightly flushed with color.

It was her first time spending the night in the same room with an adult male.

For some reason,

Linda felt unusually tired that day.

In a daze, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Brian, who had been browsing the magazine, immediately got up.

He walked over to the bed, adjusted Linda’s sleeping position, and pinched her slightly chubby cheeks.

The touch was alright.

She was indeed at a beautiful age.

Linda had a particularly high resistance to drugs.

To prevent her from waking up early and feeling scared when she realized he was gone, Brian considerately left a note on the bedside table.

Then,

He used a chain to lock the door from the inside before slinging a small backpack over his shoulder and leaping out the window, disappearing into the night.

..

After leaving Alhambra City,

Brian changed his clothes, altered his appearance, and headed towards Las Vegas along the highway.

He watched and listened in all directions, unaffected by the darkness, and sprinted at full speed without hesitation.

The whistling wind filled his ears, and plants on both sides quickly passed by.

The sensory thrill of this exhilarating run was something that couldn’t be replicated by any vehicle.

The highway was sparsely populated at night.

Most people wouldn’t be found on the interstate at this hour unless it was an emergency.

The reason was simple—it was terrifying.

Most parts of the interstate lacked streetlights.

The entire road was pitch-dark, and you could only see a short stretch illuminated by car headlights. It was easy to feel fatigue while driving, and any random scarecrow, road sign, or roadside phone booth could make you tense and paranoid.

It was an unpleasant feeling.

Whenever a vehicle passed by, Brian could hear it from a great distance and gave it a wide berth.

An hour later.

More road signs began to appear.

Each junction represented a small town.

This usually indicated proximity to a large city.

Las Vegas was one such city.

Brian didn’t have a cell phone.

He slowed down, found an opportunity, and hitched a ride with a truck driver.

The driver seemed like a tough, bearded man with a potbelly and a shotgun at his feet, giving off an intimidating vibe.

This was quite normal.

At this time of night, only people like him would dare to extend a helping hand and offer a ride.

At this moment, Brian appeared as a slightly sunken-eyed Englishman with a prominent nose, overall quite presentable but with an added mature charm.

He thanked the driver, "Thank you, buddy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know what to do in this pitch-black night."

"It’s no trouble, everyone needs help sometimes. Actually, if you followed those side roads, you’d easily find motels to stay in. But why are you out here at this time of the night?"

The bearded strongman drove one-handed, the other arm resting on the open window, cigarette between his fingers.

"I had a fight with my girlfriend, and she left me on the side of the road. That damn bitch’s car was even paid for with my card!"

Brian glanced at the driver’s outfit and quickly inferred the man’s possible past, feigning anger.

This struck a chord with the driver.

He nodded,

"Yes, there are many bitches around here spending men’s money while leading their own free lives. Like my wife.

I gave her lots of money every year, and she ended up bearing a mixed-race child. FK, I really wanted to kill all the black guys in the community at the time..."

What followed was the driver’s diverted rant.

Like many other long-haul truck drivers here,

he too had been cuckolded.

After leaving him a dark-skinned child, his wife took the money for a sports car he had been saving for years and took off.

She didn’t even take the child.

You should know the truck drivers here often belong to high-income groups.

Their average annual income is around $70,000 to $80,000.

If they own their trucks and work hard, it’s not unusual for their annual income to exceed six figures.

That’s why many truck drivers here, for the sake of family harmony, choose to bring their wives along on runs before having children, aiming to decrease the chances of infidelity and prostitution.

This brother was obviously a family man, unwilling for his wife to suffer.

However, his outcome was not very pleasant.

Brian’s rant resonated with the brother.

After arriving at their destination, the driver parked at a logistics company and insisted on taking Brian to a tavern to drown his sorrows.

This was also Brian’s intention.

His target, Susan, was a public figure; the driver’s bar was definitely a place where useful information could be gathered.

There was no other way.

Brian didn’t have his own source of intelligence.

Due to the urgent nature of his mission, there was no time to buy information from the black market.

He had to make do.

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