Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 412 - 245: The Exaggeratedly Powerful Old Deng, The Truth About the Doomsday Sect (Two-in-One, Supplement)_3

Chapter 412: Chapter 245: The Exaggeratedly Powerful Old Deng, The Truth About the Doomsday Sect (Two-in-One, Supplement)_3

As a doting father, he had almost investigated what color underwear Brian wore.

Brian:...

He shrugged, "The law is a pain in the ass, taking matters into your own hands is more straightforward."

These words seemed to trigger certain memories in Dean.

His gaze became distant for a moment before he nodded,

"The law really is a pain in the ass.

Its existence is only to ensure the most basic social order, and now it has become a tool for politicians to protect their interests.

But what you’re doing is dangerous.

You’ll start to see yourself as a law enforcer.

You’ll think that you are justice.

Eventually, you’ll become paranoid and murderous, losing your soul.

In the end, what you perceive as right will be your version of truth, and you won’t believe you’re wrong, you’ll only believe that it’s the world that’s mistaken."

Brian shook his head, "Maybe, but so far, I don’t have innocent blood on my hands."

The people he killed were either criminal scumbags or enemies.

Never the innocent.

Seeing Dean about to speak,

Brian took the initiative and spoke first, "Dean, you seem to have strong feelings about this. Did you have a wild youth?"

Dean:...

He started to deflect, talking about how the recklessness of youth is not really recklessness, but personality, a rite of passage from society, growth, and other things Brian didn’t understand.

Seeing that Brian just smiled and stayed silent.

Dean clenched his fist, "I just had a friend who was obsessed for a while, killing so much that he nearly ruined himself and his family. I worry you could end up the same."

In a trance,

Brian thought he saw the muscles in Dean’s fist faintly form the letter ’D.’

If he dared to ask, "That friend isn’t you, is it?"

Then the ’D’ on Dean’s hand would smash down on his own head.

For the sake of harmonious relations between son-in-law and father-in-law, he could only nod insincerely, "You’re right, Dean. I’ll be careful in the future."

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded.

He glanced at the sky, "Speaking of which, the incident you handled in Las Vegas, was it clean? If not, I can arrange for someone to give you a pass, then you’ll be enforcing the law legally."

Brian shrugged, "I’m an Autopsy Officer; I have some experience dealing with crime scene traces, and I took precautions during the action. By the way, Dean, do you have a high status in NW?"

Dean’s face showed some embarrassment.

With his back to Brian, he said,

"It’s okay. When I was young, I was the first Third Rank Staff in the Combat Department, but later due to some incidents, I killed quite a few of my own and wiped out two small families. Eventually, I was expelled from NW.

I was bored, so I led a group of men hunting on land and sea until Susan came along. Then I brought back those who wanted to live a normal life to retire.

But I still have some influence in NW."

Brian:...

How could he not have influence?

Everyone was afraid he might have another bout of youthful indiscretion and bloodbath NW.

Moreover, Dean claimed to have been a Third Rank Staff of the Combat Department, which Brian seriously doubted.

Third Rank Staff in NW equals Second Rank Life.

Strictly speaking,

with Brian’s Ghost Back state at bursting point, his strength should just about reach the threshold of a Second Rank Life’s combat strength; coupled with his various talents, his real combat ability, if unarmed, should not be weaker than an average Second Rank Life.

Even so, he still felt significant unseen pressure in Dean’s presence.

This indicated that Dean’s real strength was likely not as simple as a Third Rank Staff.

His actual strength might have reached what was officially defined as Third Rank Life.

This was somewhat absurd.

Brian wanted to ask, but felt it wasn’t appropriate.

Nevermind.

It would be safer to ask after Susan has a child.

...

Luckily, Dean didn’t have the Mind Reading Technique, or he might have given Brian a physical castration first.

He glanced at the sky again, patted Brian’s shoulder: "Alright, leave Benjamin’s matter alone. Go back at dawn, don’t worry Susan."

Seeing that old Logan was about to leave.

Brian hurriedly said, "Dean, what exactly is going on with that Doomsday Sect? How come I feel like it’s connected to so many official organizations?"

Dean fell silent for a moment, then pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette from his pocket, "See this? This is what the Doomsday Sect openly sells on the black market. The existence of the black market is sanctioned by the officials, so what do you think the Doomsday Sect is made of?"

Brian pondered.

Dean sighed, "After the Blood Moon, mutants roamed freely, and law and order were in chaos; human tragedies were visible everywhere.

During that time, the world was very chaotic.

This chaos extended to the period of the biotechnology explosion.

Imagine this.

Many powerful people who previously couldn’t cure their diseases or extend their life now had the chance to solve these issues.

What do you think they would do?

During that time, many death row inmates died in research labs, under the banner of contributing to science.

Some agreed, some objected.

Back then, the competition between ideologies almost caused many great nations to split.

After numerous struggles, everyone reached an unspoken agreement.

The official line maintained order.

The radicals supported shell companies like the Black Light Biotechnology Company to conduct cruel human research.

Extremism became the basis for various civilian organizations to trample the law unabashedly and conduct criminal research, later selling the results to official organizations in exchange for technology and scientific equipment...

It’s hard to tell right from wrong here; a gray trading world had formed.

One moment, the authorities might have killed an important leader of the other side, and the next, they would sit together, negotiating resources trade.

So how do you define organizations like the Doomsday Sect?"

Brian...

How do you define that?

It’s impossible to define.

To some extent, these organizations were only tolerated because they were indulged.

Or rather.

To those in power, these organizations had their worth.

Dean patted Brian’s shoulder again, "Don’t think too much about it. If they trouble you, they’re the enemy; if they want to trade, they’re an outsourced provider. Judge by your own interests, not by right or wrong!"

Brian nodded, "Thank you; I think I understand."

"Good."

After some thought, Dean placed a business card in front of Brian, "Everyone has their secrets, and I can’t be bothered to delve into yours. If you need some information support in the future, contact this number. Absolute confidentiality."

His father-in-law had spoken his piece; what else could Brian say?

He accepted the business card, speaking sincerely, "Thank you. I’ll be good to Susan, not because you helped me, but because I like her."

"That’s for the best."

Dean nodded, "Otherwise, I’ll twist off your head and stuff it in your leather jacket!"

As he finished speaking,

Boom~

With the entire motel trembling violently, Dean’s towering form shot up like a soaring eagle, his body emitting a large amount of intense, visible vapor, and gliding away into the sky above the buildings.

Watching Dean’s exaggerated exit, Brian’s eyes narrowed.

What kind of enhancement path was this old man following?

Couldn’t understand it!

Not at all!

...

The commotion just now was loud.

Listening to the screams and cries of an earthquake coming from below,

Brian silently made several leaps back to his motel room.

As soon as he landed,

a handgun was pointed at him.

Looking at Linda with her eyes closed, trembling and telling him not to move, Brian laughed.

Pretty cute, really.

Linda’s reaction was swift; perhaps she had some special perception ability, but she was too naive and not brave enough.

Who ever heard of pointing a gun at someone with their eyes closed out of fear?

She still needed practice.

"It’s me."

Brian casually took the handgun from Linda’s hand.

Hearing the familiar voice, Linda opened her eyes and lunged at Brian in relief, "As soon as I woke up, I didn’t see you. I waited so long for you."

Looking at Linda clinging to him, Brian frowned slightly.

Why did it feel like he was being played?