Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 62 - 54: Turns Out to Be a BOSS, Great Harvest (Seeking Follow-Up Reads)

Chapter 62: Chapter 54: Turns Out to Be a BOSS, Great Harvest (Seeking Follow-Up Reads)

This time, Alba didn’t get back up again.

His head, along with the blood-colored mesh inside, was completely shredded by the solid slug, revealing the fractured skull and the mingled red and white broken brain matter inside.

"Large calibers really do it for me!"

Brian licked his lips.

No matter what demons or devils.

Under the spray, all beings are equal!

...

Brian had taken down Alba.

He did not rush over immediately.

He waited a while, and after seeing that Alba’s corpse really showed no signs of movement, he approached, using his cane, to a spot about one meter from Alba’s body.

Bang Bang~

Two more solid slugs powerful enough to blow off the head of a brown bear!

These two shots were cunningly placed.

They hit Alba’s cervical spine one after the other, brutally tearing apart his neck vertebrae and surrounding flesh, resulting in only a half-head connected by flesh and a mutilated body.

The next moment.

A scene that made one’s skin crawl unfolded before Brian’s eyes:

The separated trunk of Alba, the blood-colored meat buds that had previously been still, after losing the neural connections to the brain, began writhing in the air like a headless snake’s body, causing one’s scalp to tingle.

"Truly fucking sinister and disgusting."

Brian broke into a cold sweat.

It was good that he was cautious enough!

Otherwise, who knows what could have happened had he recklessly approached!

Mutants are truly bizarre.

This Alba was the epitome of bizarreness.

In comparison.

Mad Dog Ike, who had been killed in a random shooting without showing any supernatural signs, was practically a good citizen.

...

"No wonder the NW organization offers such high bounty of one hundred thousand US dollars for even low-pollution mutant corpses!"

Brian shook his head, threw the now empty shotgun aside, sat on the tailgate, lit a cigarette, and vigilantly watched over Alba’s remains.

This time.

Alba was truly dead.

Three minutes later, the writhing meat buds on his torso gradually lost their vitality, turning into numerous protrusions that remained on Alba’s blood-colored body surface, resembling clusters of flesh tumors, disgustingly permeating.

Five minutes later, two nearly black red orbs of obsession slowly condensed above Alba’s corpse.

Brian first sighed in relief, then showed a pleased expression.

Jackpot!

The appearance of the obsession orbs meant that Alba was definitely dead.

Brian quickly leaned on his cane, rushed to Alba’s corpse, and crushed the two obsession orbs.

The last time corpses with such phenomena appeared was Mad Dog Ike.

The adversary was a high-concentration mutant.

Unfortunately, Brian only fulfilled one of his obsessions.

The reward was the immensely powerful "Supercomputer Perception" talent!

Who knows what will be gained this time!

...

As the obsession orbs shattered, plunging into Brian’s eyes.

Two streams of obsession information emerged in his mind:

One: This disabled investigator is too good-looking, I really want to peel off his face skin and play with it!

Brian: ...

Is this about peeling off one’s own skin to play with?

What kind of hellish obsession is this!

He exhaled deeply in frustration and looked at the second stream of obsession information:

Two: I miss mom and sister, want to go back and see them.

Brian breathed a sigh of relief.

This obsession was much more normal.

...

After absorbing the obsession information.

Brian threw Alba’s corpse and the torn clothes and skin aside into the pickup’s bed, drove the car, and returned to the motel, waiting for Susan and the others to come back.

Near evening.

The roar of motorcycles ignited.

A few motorcycles with cargo baskets carrying people and dogs finally returned.

Sitting at the entrance, Brian quickly stood up, waving to Susan, "Team leader, did it go smoothly?"

A grim-faced Susan jumped down from the motorcycle, shaking her head, "The trail vanished near a small lake, and they even anticipated we’d track them, burying several mines that exploded and killed several police dogs."

Only then did Brian notice the broken police dog bodies piled in the middle motorcycle’s cargo basket, continuously dripping blood, staining the basket blood-red.

The expressions of the K9 unit members were grim; some even had residual tears on their faces.

For these people.

Police dogs were their colleagues, with whom they shared deep bonds.

All this just for a mission.

Fifteen police dogs, only nine returned.

They had forever lost six comrades they had spent days and nights with.

Seeing this,

Brian remained silent without a word.

As his strength continued to grow,

his numb heart was gradually regaining the agility of a normal person.

...

Susan also felt very guilty about this.

She wanted to say something.

One of the K9 team leaders spoke in a low voice, "I hope you can catch that bastard and avenge Coal and the others!"

After speaking,

he and another team leader, along with the remaining police dogs and team members, returned to downtown Los Angeles.

Until their convoy disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Susan turned around with a look of loss, "Brian, I.."

Suddenly,

Susan paused, looking at Brian suspiciously, "Why are you so dirty?"

Brian shrugged and gestured towards a pickup truck, "The store owner was problematic, a mutant. I was worried he might have accomplices here, so I tricked him into driving me out, then killed him while he was driving."

"What?"

Susan’s eyes widened.

She glanced at Brian’s injured leg pinned with a plank, then hurried towards the pickup.

When Susan saw the separated and disgustingly grotesque body on the bed of the pickup truck, her mouth opened wide and she let out a sharp cry, "This... this is a Transformer, a Transformer of the Doomsday Sect!"

She rushed back in front of Brian, grabbed his shoulders, and said excitedly, "You actually killed a Transformer!"

Brian’s face was nonchalant, "Sounds like this guy was someone important?"

"No kidding!"

Susan’s expression was fervent, "This is a Transformer! This bastard killed more than a hundred Hunters over twenty years ago. He’s a Federation Class-S wanted criminal!"

"Hunters?"

Brian looked confused.

He had heard Susan mention the FBI’s Hunting Team before and wasn’t too fond of those people.

Susan then realized that Brian didn’t understand all this.

She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

After a moment,

Susan then explained,

"Thirty years ago, only the FBI in the United States had set up special squads to hunt mutants.

As for the states, they were formed by knowledgeable elite detectives, police officers, and some retired personnel, known as the Hunting Team.

Those members were called Hunters.

Actually, they are quite similar to our current status, it’s just that there wasn’t complete official management!"

"You mean, this Transformer killed over a hundred people with a status similar to ours in the past?"

Brian pondered.

It was actually a BOSS!

No wonder this guy was so hard to kill!

Susan nodded vigorously, "Right, I didn’t expect him to have survived a second mutation, only to die at your hands, Brian. You’re incredible; we are going to be rich!!!"

With those words,

a warm flow emerged in Brian’s body.

Gift Energy +15.

Under the Supercomputer Perception,

Brian knew that his previous act of killing the A1 Team Leader had fulfilled Susan’s obsession of admiration and gratitude.

Now he had twenty-two energy units.

This was almost equivalent to a physical enhancement or an extra life.

Not only had he gained the Obsessions of two well-rewarded mutants this time, but he had also completed another Obsession.

It was extremely thrilling!

Seeing Susan’s reaction,

the body of this mutant must be worth quite a lot!

That was yet another gain!

How exhilarating!

Brian was inwardly delighted.

...

The surprises waiting for Brian didn’t end there.

Seeing him lost in thought, Susan thought Brian might be confused.

She stepped forward, patting Brian on the shoulder, "Brian, for every Class-S wanted criminal, you not only get a substantial monetary reward, but also precious merit points. You’ve made a great contribution; your leg will probably heal soon, and there are more surprises waiting for you!"

Upon hearing this, Brian felt even more delighted.

He remembered that back at Ace Base, the green Nutrient Liquid that helped him recover his weakened body was exchanged by Susan using her own merit points.

Now he could repay the favor.

And there’s more surprises?

Given Susan’s standards, it couldn’t be too bad, right?

Could this be considered a windfall?