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Chapter 66 - 58 Frustrated Laura, Preparing to Skin

Chapter 66: Chapter 58 Frustrated Laura, Preparing to Skin

Find a position to lie down.

Brian’s heart stirred.

Completing Laura’s obsession, the skill gifted: the side kick, transformed into a sphere of light, merging into Brian’s consciousness.

The scene shifted:

Inside a strange, dry, earth-yellow base, like a large pit that resembled a cage.

A girl, appearing no older than ten, held her breath with intense focus, facing an aggressive and fierce dog lunging at her. With precise timing, her foot shot out and kicked the beast’s mouth open. Taking advantage of the dog’s momentum, she rolled away to safety on the other side.

Again and again, she faced attempts at being brought down.

Until she was completely exhausted.

The armed soldiers above the pit glanced at the time before pulling triggers aimed at the vicious dogs.

The view zoomed out.

Dozens of similar pits came into view.

The cries of children and the growls of fierce dogs echoed above the base...

The scenes began to fast forward in a flickering rush.

Nights turn into days.

The girl focused on leg techniques that could generate greater strength, practicing tirelessly. Time after time, she overturned the odds and became the best fighter among her group.

Beasts, companions, death-row inmates, targets, innocents...

One by one, they fell to her graceful legs.

Rapidly passing scenes of combat.

Brian marveled at Laura’s brutal and murderous side kicks.

This was truly a technique perfected for the sake of killing!

Time passed.

In the scene, the image of Laura slowly transformed into Brian’s appearance...

A multitude of muscle memories emerged.

When Brian opened his eyes again, he sprang to his feet and shot into the air. Weighing over 160 pounds, his legs became blurs, and he executed kicks that cut through the air with agile and explosive might.

For a moment,

Sated with the thrill, Brian then sat down, panting heavily, back on the sofa.

Laura’s side kick was truly incredible.

No fancy moves or combinations, exclusively for killing.

As a bonus to the skill.

Now, not only were Brian’s legs more agile and flexible, but his mind was also filled with hand-to-hand combat experience. He went straight from rookie to expert level.

Brian glanced at the dashboard he had created using his "Supercomputer Perception" talent.

On it, the side kick skill was at a master’s level.

This meant that Laura had merged the killing techniques of her leg skills into her very instincts, reaching the pinnacle of what ordinary people could achieve.

"How did someone as fierce as Laura die?"

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Brian browsed through Laura’s death replay with confusion.

...

In the scene.

Laura, with her luggage and her dog, arrived at a small motel. She said something to the middle-aged woman at reception.

The woman seemed surprised and warmly welcomed Laura.

...

The scene shifted.

At the dinner table, Laura, the middle-aged woman from before, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl were eating potato stew with beef, laughing and chatting.

Suddenly,

The teen girl became dizzy and collapsed onto the table.

The middle-aged woman’s expression changed. She dragged the girl behind her while shouting something loudly at Laura.

Laura looked puzzled but nodded.

As soon as the middle-aged woman relaxed,

Laura leapt two meters across, her leg shooting out fiercely, kicking the woman in the jaw, twisting her neck backwards, crashing it down onto the floor. Then, without hesitation, she leaped into the air and, with a knee drop, accurately hit the unconscious girl’s neck, brutally breaking it.

She efficiently dealt with both of them.

Laura pulled out a strangely designed handgun and aimed at the twisted limbs and body parts of the middle-aged woman, pulling the trigger.

After several shots,

She cautiously moved to the body, squatting down as if to check the arrangement.

The moment Laura touched her,

Her expression changed dramatically.

Without hesitation, she rolled towards the wall, then with her legs propelling her, she took to the air, avoiding the girl who sprang back to life. Taking control of the situation, she positioned herself behind the seemingly resurrected girl. Her legs became a blur of a storm, furiously kicking at the girl’s limbs, joints, and neck.

When the storm ceased,

The poor girl, limbs twisted, lay squirming on the ground, howling at Laura in a frenzy, no longer looking human.

Laura scoffed, pulling out her handgun again, leisurely loading it with specially made syringe-like bullets. Only after firing and ensuring the girl was motionless did she pack the twisted body into the luggage she had brought.

Then,

She skillfully spread gasoline throughout the hotel, called the dog that had been hiding in a corner, lit a cigarette, tossed a match, and under the blazing inferno, pulled her suitcase, led the dog, and left with nonchalance...

The image ended there.

Countless specks of light merged into Brian’s consciousness.

He felt his Spiritual Strength had grown slightly.

...

"That’s it?"

Brian was somewhat disappointed.

Normally.

After fulfilling an obsession, a Death Replay would show some memory fragments of the deceased’s life.

But this time it was different.

Although he didn’t know the cause and effect.

But from the images, Brian had noticed something.

Laura was probably the one Susan mentioned, an FBI Hunting Team member, specially tasked with hunting Mutants.

Her target was supposedly that middle-aged woman at first.

But it turned around.

The real Mutant was the girl who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

It’s just that Laura was too strong.

She easily dealt with the girl, committed murder and arson, and after sedating the mutated girl, she packed up and left.

The images beyond that were gone.

But Brian knew what happened next: Laura took her spoils and the little dog to rest in another hotel, only to end up skinned and stuffed with straw, dying a pathetic and untidy death, with the dog’s whereabouts unknown...

"It’s a bit strange."

Braiken stroked his chin.

He had not smelled anyone else’s scent in that large suitcase before.

Could it be that the girl didn’t have any scent on her at all?

But this could also be the girl’s Gift ability.

After all, during Laura’s previous Death Replay, aside from the girl’s body being somewhat resilient, she didn’t show any special physical abilities.

Maybe the ability itself was rather insignificant.

As for why there was no appearance of what Laura encountered before her death in the Death Replay.

Brian speculated that it might be because Laura herself didn’t know how she died.

She didn’t even react before losing consciousness, and then the killer skinned her, removed her body parts, removed her internal organs, and filled her with straw...

In short.

She probably died very frustrated.

...

Brian didn’t dwell on it too long.

The two weren’t close.

He had been fooled by Laura with the promise of a dog and charm.

With her death, the debt was settled.

No need to fixate on it.

As for the case.

Brian guessed that once the FBI came to their senses, they would step in.

This was also one of the reasons why he had decisively injected himself with the S-T cell activity injection reagent earlier.

At Laura’s death scene, a Class S special fugitive Transformer had appeared.

It was going to be troublesome to dispute that.

Speaking of which.

Brian also wasn’t clear when the Transformer had replaced the hotel owner, or whether it was after Susan and the K9 unit left that he smelled the rich, unusual scent of blood on the owner and felt something was off.

At that time, he didn’t know the owner was a Mutant, his thoughts were simple.

Better to strike first than suffer the consequences.

Something wasn’t right.

Just shoot.

Lure them out and kill them.

The main concern was hotel surveillance; he didn’t want to expose his special attributes, after all.

...

"By fulfilling the deceased’s obsession, not only can one receive a Gift, but one can also see a portion of the Death Replay..."

"Let me see, what exactly is this about."

Brian took a tray and sat in front of the mirror, starting to disinfect the skin on his face.

Autopsying others.

He was quite skilled.

Autopsying himself.

Today was the first time.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t go