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Chapter 68 - 60 Tea and Its Essence Rechter, Convincing with Reason Brian

Chapter 68: Chapter 60 Tea and Its Essence Rechter, Convincing with Reason Brian

Hospital.

On the bench outside the ICU, five figures yawned as they waited.

Another lay on the ground.

Among them were Old Hardenn, Ivan, and Glenn, three of the team members.

Glenn, for some reason, was sound asleep on the floor.

The other three must be newcomers Susan had recruited a few days ago.

Brian only recognized one of them.

His name was Rechter, who bore a slight resemblance to Karen, an investigator Brian had dealt with before. He was about six feet tall, with a refined appearance and gold-rimmed glasses, looking less like a forensic doctor and more like a young university professor.

The two had previously spoken little at the Forensic Bureau.

There was no helping it.

One was skilled, and the other was popular; naturally, they couldn’t really connect and had merely nodded to each other in passing.

Brian directly looked at Old Hardenn, "What’s the situation?"

He had called Susan’s phone, but Old Hardenn had answered.

He was clueless about the current situation.

Old Hardenn rubbed his tired face with both hands:

"The team leader, feeling guilty over the K9 unit incident, called us to spend the night investigating the skinned corpse case at the motel, when a group of FBI agents appeared, claiming the victim was one of theirs, demanding we hand over the case and all evidence found...

The team leader suggested a joint investigation.

Then their team leader, said something sarcastic.

Our team leader kicked his groin.

That’s when the conflict started."

Hearing this, Brian glanced over the unharmed crowd, his brows furrowed deeply, "Are you saying that their people, on our turf, shot our team leader in front of you?"

As his ambitions grew stronger.

If this bunch didn’t even dare to strike,

Brian would have to consider advising Susan to replace them.

The sturdy Ivan stepped forward, "How could that be, the issue is..."

"What’s the problem?" Brian laughed at Ivan’s comment, "Just because they’re FBI, you guys chickened out?"

Glenn, who had been yawning, quickly spoke up for his friend, "Brian, don’t be so agitated. The problem is, we didn’t even get a chance to react. When Susan saw them raise their guns, she flew off the handle, and by the time we caught on, those dozen FBI agents were down."

"What?"

Brian was stunned, "Then..."

"Shush!"

The newcomer Rechter raised a finger, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

A calculating smile spread across his face as he softly said to Brian,

"Brian, calm down.

I know you’re worried about the team leader’s safety.

Didn’t Old Hardenn tell you?

She was shot at.

Not hit by a shot!

She’s fine.

It blew up into a big scene.

Although the team leader deliberately avoided vital areas, hitting their Bullet-Proof Vests,

her pistol was too powerful.

Among the FBI agents, eight suffered rib fractures, and four had almost completely torn shoulders.

Their supervisor was practically incapacitated; if I hadn’t administered first aid and gotten him to the hospital in time, he might have died from the pain.

To be safe,

when we sent the FBI agents to the hospital,

the team leader accidentally tripped and has been unconscious since."

Seeing the nonchalant expression on Rechter’s pretty face, Brian knew, this idea must have been Rechter’s.

He had often seen Rechter assume this posture during their time at the Forensic Bureau.

Every time, he was the most conspicuous one among the forensic doctors.

Back then, Brian, plagued with health issues, compared to him, was like a plain extra with a protagonist’s face—anemic and dull.

...

Seeing that Brian had stopped talking.

Rechter’s eyes quickly scanned the others, his lips curling into a smile as he adjusted his glasses, "Brian, I remember you joined the Forensic Bureau in ’03, right? You were only 20 years old, fresh out of college, looking quite steady. I didn’t expect that nearly three years had passed and you still rush into things when faced with a problem."

Knowing Susan was fine.

Brian wasn’t in a hurry either.

Looking at the tea-colored Rechter.

Brian smiled.

The meaning of his words was simple:

First, to show that he had deeper experience and stronger abilities than Brian.

Second, to point out that Brian was young and not steady.

Third, to remind the other ’old-timers’ of the contrast between himself and Brian.

Seeing that Brian still wasn’t speaking.

Rechter felt somewhat disappointed.

Dealing with such an egghead really didn’t bring any sense of accomplishment.

He patted Brian’s shoulder, "Let’s find a place to sit down. The team leader’s room is guarded by armed soldiers from the NW organization. I hear NW is currently negotiating with the FBI folks. Once it’s all settled, we can head back."

Brian looked at the hand on his shoulder, then looked down at Rechter and said softly, "Rechter, I don’t drink green tea."

Huh?

Rechter didn’t quite understand what Brian meant.

Are we talking about tea?

The next moment.

A solid knee strike hit Rechter in his stomach.

Ugh~

Rechter clutched his abdomen and was about to kneel.

A blur flashed.

Brian’s dress shoe swung with a whistling sound, delivering a close-range kick to Rechter’s chin, sending his kneeling body flying backward into the air, crashing heavily onto the floor, twitching twice, spitting out a few broken teeth, and passing out.

All of this happened too suddenly.

Just a moment ago, everyone had been watching Rechter soothing his younger peer, and the next moment, Rechter was lying on the ground.

Ivan even rubbed his eyes.

Something’s off!

He just realized.

Wasn’t Brian’s left leg fractured?

How could it have healed in just over a day!!!

...

A kick shot out.

Brian felt exhilaratingly refreshed.

No wonder Susan liked to pull out her gun so often.

Convincing with reason.

Indeed, it was the fastest way to shut annoying people up.

He waved at a passing young nurse, "Miss pretty, could you come here for a sec? We have a new guest in the ICU, it’s on public funds, money is no issue..."

Speaking of which.

Brian spread his hands towards the still silent crowd, "Guys, don’t look at me like that. I just got inspired by what Rechter said. A team leader and a specially invited elite forensic doctor from the Forensic Bureau, because of those jerks at the FBI, are now admitted to the ICU. Might this be better?"

Everyone: ...

If they said it was not okay.

Would the ICU need an extra spot?

...

The burly Ivan wasn’t afraid.

He glanced at the unconscious Rechter, shrugged and said, "To be honest, I never liked the kid too. He always seemed too slick, like a snake wearing a mask. But...

"What’s going on with your leg?" Ivan took a step forward, reaching for Brian’s thigh, "Look at these developed quadriceps and hamstrings, buddy, weren’t you supposed to have a fracture? I saw your deformed shin and the X-ray myself."

Brian dodged Ivan’s groping hand, "You guys handle Rechter, I’ll go check on the team leader."

Old Hardenn shook his head, "Armed soldiers are guarding the place; we can’t get in."

Brian smiled, "Maybe they’ll let me in because I’m handsome..."

Saying this.

Brian flaunted his watch in front of the soldiers at the door.

The four fully armed soldiers nodded at Brian and stepped aside.

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