Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 77 - 69: Abandoning investigation, reward completed (Thanks to the ally leader ’Meng Wanyan,’ thank you!)

Chapter 77: Chapter 69: Abandoning investigation, reward completed (Thanks to the ally leader ’Meng Wanyan,’ thank you!)

Rob had actually only encountered Shi San a few days ago.

"Four days ago, the person in charge of contacting us from the Bloodbath Gang suddenly said they were stopping the recruitment.

I was reluctant to let go of such lucrative earnings, so I secretly went to the contact point.

When I arrived, there was no one there.

As I was leaving,

this pup suddenly appeared in front of me, acting very friendly.

I’ve always liked dogs.

And it had a certain spiritual aura.

So, I took it home."

By the end, Rob’s eyes were filled with a sense of grievance.

He felt like a sucker.

Upon hearing this, Brian also looked at Shi San.

As if sensing something, Shi San’s big eyes turned around, and he wagged his tail enthusiastically at Brian and stuck out his tongue, looking like a dog one’s relatives would surely love.

No wonder Rob fell for it right away.

...

"What should we do about this?"

Ivan’s eyes were eager, "I suspect that the contact point is related to the mutant fugitive the FBI is tracking."

He didn’t want to report it.

Such easy wealth.

Why refuse it!

Brian shook his head:

"We aren’t sure if Rob is being watched.

From what he says,

it sounds like not only mutants are involved in this incident but also gangs.

Our few guns can’t handle this, and we might even end up facing off with those FBI folks.

We should report it.

Let the NW organization assess how to handle this on their own."

This incident involved his uncle.

Brian naturally wouldn’t miss out.

But he wasn’t planning to be involved under his official identity;

otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to act freely.

...

The next day.

Hospital.

Susan was lying barefoot on the bed, swinging her legs, munching on an apple, and listening quietly and leisurely to Brian talking about the Bloodbath Gang.

After Brian finished,

only the core of Susan’s apple remained.

She tossed the core neatly into the trash can, wiped her mouth, then said to Brian, "Brian, you better stay out of this one. I could tell you some secrets that few know about, provided you promise not to disclose them."

Though she said this,

the eager desire to share in Susan’s eyes was apparent to anyone.

More secrets?

Brian handed Susan a tissue to wipe her hands, adopting a step back approach, "Boss, if it’s really inconvenient, let’s drop it."

"How can we drop it!"

Susan’s eyes widened, she sprang up from the bed, grabbed Brian’s collar, and held a banana to his neck, "I’ll give you one more chance to rephrase that, or else I’ll ’shoot’ you!"

Brian quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Boss, I want to listen."

"Hmph!"

Susan then tossed the banana aside and sat back down cross-legged on the bed:

"Are you aware of the experiments?"

Brian nodded, "Yes."

"Experiments generally require comparative observations, and research on mutants is the same."

"Mutants that are bred, along with their offspring, are very different from those that are wild.

Each high-concentration mutant is considered a non-duplicable precious resource.

To ensure operational diversity and control,

the FBI has a specialized Hunting Team.

They observe, and even actively guide some wild potential mutants in their development,

and when the time is right, they harvest them.

These wild potential mutants are called ’Lurkers’ by the people at the FBI.

Your uncle Billy is Lurker Number 132."

As he continuously absorbed the spiritual feedback of the deceased,

Brian’s cognitive abilities had significantly improved.

He quickly grasped the implications of Susan’s words but didn’t pose the question directly, instead, he feigned surprise to appease Susan, "So this is why you don’t want me to keep in touch with Uncle anymore?"

Susan twirled her long hair around her finger, her lips curling into a smile, and nodded:

"Exactly!

I suspect the affairs of the Bloodbath Gang are being directed by the FBI.

This kind of thing is common.

Some experiments are too shocking when heard.

At these times, they pre-select some subjects and provide appropriate guidance.

Then using the Lurkers, they carry out some inhumane research.

Once the research is nearly complete, they harvest.

This way, they not only acquire a high-value mutant but also complete research data, and importantly, they garner a good reputation and credit..."

This is much more comfortable than painstakingly investigating cases.

This is also why I hate the FBI.

The NW organization, although they also research mutants, at least their high-level people are all local authorities and wealthy individuals.

To ensure their own status and that their family’s life remains unaffected.

Everyone does their utmost to protect the interests of ordinary people, to maintain surface stability."

Brian was left speechless after hearing this.

After all, the families of those victims might still feel grateful to the FBI, thanking them for avenging their loved ones and upholding justice, not knowing that their family members were voluntarily sent to those mutants as food by these beasts in human skin.

...

Silence lingered for a while.

Brian finally spoke softly, "Since these people are so evil, aren’t they worried about being affected by the Blood Moon and turning into mutants?"

And those in the upper echelons of the Federation, even globally.

If all those in power were psychologically twisted mutants, it would be like directly starting the Mercury reboot S3 season!

Susan shrugged:

"How could they not think of that.

So, those members of the FBI’s Hunting Team, they are all orphans gathered from who knows where, brainwashed from a young age into killing machines.

If they turned into mutants, they’d be perfect subjects for research.

This kind of collaborating material is much more useful than the captured ones.

The same goes for the upper echelons of the Federation.

They can simply hide during the Blood Moon.

And after each Blood Moon, the authorities organize a comprehensive physical examination.

The higher the status and influence one has, the more stringent the scrutiny they face.

It wouldn’t rule out any that slip through the cracks.

But the higher up, the fewer escape detection.

Plus, mutants, not only are they difficult to create, but as time passes, their loss of control is irreversible.

That state is too obvious, and with so many eyes watching, it’s nearly impossible for any to slip through the net."

Loss of control is irreversible?

This was the second time Brian had heard Susan mention this.

If it was really like that.

Would he eventually lose control as well?

He forcibly suppressed his wild thoughts, wondering, "Then why is the culprit of the motel skinning case tied up with my great uncle’s Bloodbath Gang?"

Susan shook her head:

"I’m not sure.

There are many factions within the FBI.

Maybe two groups collided.

Also, that female victim, I suspect she was a member of the FBI’s Hunting Team.

These people are either mad or perverted, her death is no loss, but it’s a pity about the K9 unit’s good dogs.

I don’t even know how to face them now."

Brian nodded thoughtfully, made small talk with Susan to foster their relationship, then turned and left.

This is why he was treated differently by Susan.

Without a good relationship with the leadership.

How would the leader give you opportunities to advance?

...

Leaving the hospital.

Brian, not giving up, went to the hideout provided by Rob and inquired about the situation.

Just as Rob had said,

it was already deserted.

Without official power, it was very hard to extract any useful information.

"Too bad, it seems I won’t get the chance to personally see my great uncle off.."

Brian returned home, disappointed.

As he opened the door.

Shi San, the dog, was already crouched in front of Brian, barking excitedly while wagging his tail happily.

Seeing this scene.

Brian felt a warmth in his heart.

Ever since his foster parents were sent to a private care facility, he had not felt this sense of being needed for a long time.

It gave him the illusion of having a home again.

He poured good dog food, replaced the water.

After watching Shi San eat for a while, Brian smiled knowingly.

He approached the computer desk, entered a string of encrypted passwords, and habitually turned on his computer, only to find his mailbox filled with a series of chaotic symbols.

He felt a surge of excitement.

This was the darknet code, representing an address.

The email had arrived.

It meant his commission was completed.

The commission for Brian was to investigate his new colleague at the Forensic Bureau, Rechter, who had been an assistant to the Autopsy Officer.

This guy, during his time at the Forensic Bureau, was a conspicuously brilliant individual, and mysteriously ran off to join group B6 as an assistant to Brian, an Autopsy Officer.

As the saying goes, like repels like.

Brian had previously kicked this Rechter into the hospital, partly because he was worried Rechter was aiming for Susan, and partly because of an instinctive dislike for him.

Sixth Sense told him.

This guy might be trouble!

"Rechter, let’s see what secrets you’re hiding!"

Brian put on his coat again and walked out of the house.