Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 75 - 67 Shi San!

Chapter 75: Chapter 67 Shi San!

Hiss~

Upon hearing Brian’s words, the effeminate man sharply inhaled.

Was he thinking about directly killing them?

Ivan, who had rescued Glenn, also looked at Brian with surprise in his eyes.

Man, isn’t this a bit too much?

Brian gave him a look.

Under hesitation, Ivan slightly nodded and pretended he didn’t hear anything.

...

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk..."

The effeminate man didn’t realize this was a threat.

They had long considered the possibility of being caught while engaging in their activities, so they closely watched the police’s enforcement efforts and studied various laws, striving to be cultured hooligans.

They weren’t afraid of victims calling the police, suing, or anyone who might handle things by the book.

The only thing they feared.

Were those unreasonable people who only talked through bullets.

Because no matter how tough the tongue, it couldn’t withstand a bullet.

No matter how thoroughly one might understand the legal system, it’s useless against a corrupt cop who doesn’t play by the rules.

So he scrapped certain ideas.

The effeminate man confessed honestly:

"We haven’t been in Los Angeles long.

Because of surgery.

We’ve spent all our money.

Along with our current state,

it’s tough to find normal work.

Working the streets could easily lead to dirty diseases.

So we thought of this method to make money.

It could satisfy our needs and also extort some money from the victims using the videos we took, eventually selling the backup special videos for more money when we leave.

We never thought about harming anyone..."

"Get to the point!"

"Alright.

Our initial targets for our crimes,

were actually our neighbors.

He is a guy who lived off his parents’ insurance money.

We were going to move on him initially.

That way we could make some extra cash.

But after he got drunk and boasted about recently working for the Bloodbath Gang, we recognized the gang’s name and didn’t dare touch him, so we just let him go."

"What exactly did he do?"

"I can’t recall clearly, something about online phishing regarding blessings, anyway, once he hooked someone, he would lure them to the community where the Bloodbath Gang was, and then the gang would give him some money offline."

The effeminate man declared earnestly: "Officer, we’re only after money and lust, we never harm people, but that Bloodbath Gang, I suspect they’re engaging in organ and human trafficking, this is definitely a big deal!"

"Blessings?"

Ivan walked over, giving Brian a raised eyebrow.

Brian nodded.

The two men exchanged a glance and then left the room.

The effeminate man was initially puzzled, then a hint of joy surfaced on his face.

Could this mean they were going to let them go?

The next moment.

Heavy breathing came from behind.

Glenn was holding a whip, looking at them with a sinister smile...

...

Outside the room.

Seeing Glenn come out.

Ivan went straight up to him and gave him a hug, "Buddy, treat us to a drink, I swear, we’ll keep today’s events under wraps."

The rest of them nodded in agreement.

But their grinning cheeks, harder to suppress than an AK’s, made the somewhat moved Glenn feel like he wanted to crawl into a crack.

"Alright, these two scumbags just revealed some potentially useful information."

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Brian immediately shifted the topic: "Glenn, buddy, you go rest first, take it easy. Old Hardenn, you take care of these two freaks, Ivan and I will check out the accuracy of this new intel."

"Yeah."

Glenn looked gratefully at Brian, didn’t say a second word, and quickly made his way out.

He needed to heal.

Old Hardenn, being an old hand, understood Brian’s intentions right away and immediately made his stance clear: "No problem, I’ll make these two understand what should and shouldn’t be said."

Brian nodded.

His saying all this without excluding the two newcomers was also a kind of test.

If they could adapt to the group’s atmosphere and style of doing things, they would stay.

He wasn’t suited.

He just left on his own.

If it was Holy Mother, he would directly use measures to drive her away.

Brian didn’t want to be stabbed in the back by a trusted colleague later.

Nor did he want a brain-dead Holy Mother around him.

That thing had too much damaging power.

He couldn’t handle it.

...

Previously, the gunshots Brian had fired to break down the door had attracted quite a stir.

However, no residents came out to check what was happening.

Even families who had their lights on and were enjoying dinner drew their curtains and turned off the indoor lights when they heard the gunshots.

It was the smartest way to avoid trouble.

Luckily, before the operation,

Brian and his team had given the reporting center a heads-up.

Otherwise, there could very well have been an embarrassing incident with fellow officers shooting each other.

Just to be safe,

it wasn’t until two psychopaths and a bunch of ’evidence’ had been taken away by Old Hardenn and the police officers called for support, in the view of many residents, that the community returned to tranquility.

Only then did Brian and Ivan quietly approach the neighbor’s house mentioned by the two psychopaths.

This community consisted solely of detached houses.

There were lawns at the front, and walled backyards.

In such communities, residents are required to keep the front lawns tidy and regularly trimmed, or else the homeowners association and property management would send emails notifying fines; however, the backyards enclosed by walls had a lot of freedom.

The two had initially planned to just go up and knock on the door.

But then Ivan, his ears twitching slightly, suddenly pulled on Brian’s arm, "There’s some movement in the backyard!"

The two went down the small path to the backyard.

The target house’s backyard, enclosed by a wall nearly two meters high, ensured strict privacy.

At this spot,

Brian too heard a man’s voice and the soft barks of a puppy.

The path was dimly lit.

Rows of large trees were planted on both sides.

The two exchanged glances and started climbing the nearest large tree.

After absorbing veterinarian Laura’s side kick skills, Brian’s physique was still the same, but the agility of his legs surpassed that of before. With just a couple of pushes against the tree trunk, he scaled it effortlessly, reaching a height of over three meters.

He grabbed the tree trunk and looked towards the backyard in the light coming from there.

He saw,

in the backyard,

a middle-aged Caucasian man with glasses, who looked refined, feeding a large dog.

Beside the large dog, three puppies nestled into her bosom, eagerly nursing.

Around them were various flowers and plants he’d grown himself.

The scene looked quite warm.

Seeing this, Brian was about to signal to Ivan to go down and visit from the front door.

Just then,

it seemed the man felt the big dog had eaten enough.

He looked at the pups drinking deeply, swallowed, glanced around subconsciously, then remembered it was his own yard.

Without hesitating further, he quickly rushed forward, bending down.

Brian’s mouth twitched.

This guy, he wasn’t thinking of drinking dog milk, was he?

In the next moment,

the mother dog eating was sent off,

and the refined man with glasses lay down swiftly, gathering all the puppies to his chest...

...

Brian: ...

Damn.

This community really is full of weirdos!

He looked towards Ivan in another tree and found him staring, dumbfounded.

Brian gently tapped the tree trunk, signaling to Ivan with hand signs to go knock on the front door.

Suddenly.

"Woof woof woof~"

A series of short, sharp, and clear barks came from the backyard.

There in the yard,

a cream-colored puppy, probably only a month or two old, was baring its teeth and constantly issuing childish growls at the big tree where Brian and Ivan were.

Brian instinctively looked towards the puppy, then his eyes lit up.

He activated his enhanced sense of smell,

took a deep whiff, and finally confirmed.

This puppy was his own lost dog, Shi San!