Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 52 - 44 Making a Move

Chapter 52: Chapter 44 Making a Move

Somewhere in a detached house.

Karen looked at the report in his hand, fingers tapping on the desk intermittently, his breath carrying a heavy scent of alcohol.

Lately, he had been under a lot of pressure.

His colleague, Galan, had disappeared without reason.

And Galan’s assignment had ended up in his hands.

The thing was,

he hadn’t been very familiar with the deceased colleague Galan, only knowing that before the incident, Galan had investigated that Brian.

But he wasn’t sure whether Brian was the murderer.

To be safe,

he had looked into Galan’s whereabouts before the incident and found a name in his house: Andres.

Upon investigation,

Karen discovered that Andres was a murderer who had mysteriously died in another case.

Coincidentally,

the NW had just formed at that time.

The forensic work for that case was left to the Forensic Bureau.

The target, Brian, happened to be a former employee of the Forensic Bureau.

According to the work file Karen had accessed,

Brian had even participated in the intake process for the deceased, Andres!

Karen suspected that there might be some secret connecting his colleague Galan, the target Brian, and the dead murderer Andres.

So, using another case as an excuse, he wanted to probe the target.

Based on his observation over the past few days,

the target, Brian, hadn’t made any superfluous moves.

That was the source of Karen’s pressure.

According to normal human reactions, regardless of the reason, one would at least be curious about the note he had provided.

But there had been no response.

This made Karen feel uneasy.

Years of investigative experience told him,

this Brian really had a problem!

...

"FK!"

"This Team B’s Sixth Squad, its members all have some issues, I really don’t understand why that bastard Galan had to pick this Brian!"

"Maybe change the target..."

Karen couldn’t help but curse aloud.

In truth, he also understood why his colleague Galan had chosen Brian as the target.

The Sixth Squad had previously consisted of four members: Autopsy Officer Brian, the former detective duo—Ivan and Glenn, and the rehired veteran logistics officer, Old Hardenn.

The duo, Ivan and Glenn, had a notorious reputation in the industry; despite being extremely forceful and somewhat insane, they acted recklessly and were not easy to provoke.

Old Hardenn had been a veteran employee in the police system for over forty years.

No one wanted to know what kind of people this old-timer might know when it really came down to it.

Only that Brian seemed like a pushover, easiest to control.

Now it seemed,

this Brian was also not right!

Karen closed his eyes in agony.

Could Team B’s Sixth Squad not recruit any normal people?

What was he dealing with here!!!

Karen felt like backing out.

Not because he was afraid of that Brian,

but because it all felt too tricky.

As an official NW employee, his identity was even more sensitive than his previous detective status.

Without any leverage,

he was unable to employ many of his tactics.

This way, there was no way to complete the tasks assigned from above.

While he was wrestling with his thoughts,

a surge of unease washed over Karen.

His hair stood on end, and he suddenly turned around.

Behind him,

under the orange glow of the desk lamp, the emptiness was dark, and nothing unusual met his eyes.

Karen exhaled a sigh of relief.

Despite the gold-rimmed glasses he wore,

he had also come from a background of bullets and warfare; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to join NW’s influential Action Team A.

"It seems I’ve been too anxious lately."

Karen exhaled a heavy breath of alcohol, resolved to find the new team leader tomorrow and turn down the assignment.

Without absolute certainty,

one should not take the slightest risk.

That had been his code for living and making it back to Los Angeles from the battlefield!

With his resolution set,

Karen slowly stood up, ready to change clothes and go to bed.

The next moment,

a syringe-like anesthetic needle shot out from the darkness, hitting his neck with deadly precision.

"Damn..."

As consciousness plunged into darkness, Karen had one last thought...

...

"Pretty vigilant, could it be ’Sixth Sense’?"

Brian, encumbered by his full figure and wearing a pig mask, slowly emerged from the darkness. He kicked the motionless Karen and then delivered another dose of the homemade anesthetic from the crossbow in his hand.

The thing wasn’t as effective as medical-grade anesthetics, and its effects were mediocre.

But after two shots, even a robust adult male wouldn’t be able to regain consciousness for several hours.

That was the power of professionalism.

Only after ensuring the room was free of surveillance,

did Brian approach the table to pick up the report Karen had left behind.

It was a record sheet.

After reading the content, Brian felt a surge of relief.

Lucky him.

During this time, the other side had actually been observing him in secret.

Fortunately, every time he went out to watch Karen’s residence, he had stealthily left his apartment and had used disguises, as a form of preparation for today’s action. Otherwise, he feared Karen might have noticed something amiss.

"People are evil!"

"Good thing I struck first!"

Brian muttered to himself, deciding to continue his style in the future.

As long as he struck quickly,

he wouldn’t fear a stab in the back!

After cleaning up the traces he had left during his infiltration,

Brian hoisted Karen over his shoulder, dropped a thumb-sized, grotesque pig head sculpture on the ground, then went directly under the outdoor surveillance camera, made a throat-slitting gesture, and walked away confidently, vanishing into the night...

...

Three o’clock in the morning.

A familiar cabin in the suburbs.

Brian was digging a hole.

This was a place previously used by the Kamor family for organizing family hunting trips, a temporary refuge located in a desolate area that had been abandoned for a long time.

Other than during the legal hunting season,

people generally wouldn’t come close to this place.

Before, Brian had dealt with Li Sen

right here.

Now, this site had become Brian’s temporary waste disposal point.

But, there’s a saying: all things should not be done more than three times.

After this time,

Brian planned to stop coming here.

Once the pit was dug,

Brian stripped Karen, who was nearly awake, of his clothes, and threw him into the pit.

After all was done,

he took out a plastic bucket filled with densely packed, ferocious little snakes, and placed it aside, waiting for the unfortunate Investigator Karen to awaken.

In this place,

Brian sincerely thanked the illegally practicing Dr. Anna.

This peculiar lady, although a bit rough with her fees, had truly wild methods, could acquire many things, and kept her mouth tightly shut, ensuring privacy and confidentiality. She even allowed services to be provided before payment was required.

...

After waiting for about half an hour,

the groggy Karen finally started to come around.

He felt like he was in a strange state,

like the half-awake daze after a night of heavy drinking, not quite sober.

His body also felt weak.

He opened his mouth, trying to call for help: "Is anybody there..."

To Brian above the pit, however, it was just muffled moans.

He was not surprised.

This was a normal reaction during recovery from anesthesia.

In fact,

the integrity of many people dissipated from the moment they woke up on the operating table.

Many patients, just after waking up, would say anything.

That place was a hotbed for social embarrassment.

...

About fifteen minutes later,

the effects of Brian’s substandard anesthetic had completely worn off,

and Karen’s consciousness had fully returned.

It was the darkest time of the day, when the moon had receded and the sun had not yet risen.

Karen looked around in panic but could only vaguely see the blurry figure of Brian in the pig mask above the pit, like a psychopathic killer from a horror film, curiously observing his prey with a morbid interest.

The naked Karen curled up helplessly in the corner of the pit: "Whatever your purpose is, I’ll cooperate."

Brian: ...

I haven’t made my move, and you’re already capitulating.

Isn’t that a bit disrespectful to the snake banquet I’ve prepared for you?

Losing interest, Brian had no choice but to remove the pig mask from his head: "Investigator Karen, I’m curious, why do you and your colleague Galan keep troubling me?"

Hearing this familiar voice, desperation flashed through Karen’s eyes.

The man who killed Galan was indeed Brian!

His own death was certain!

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