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Chapter 78 - 70 Things are getting more interesting!

Chapter 78: Chapter 70 Things are getting more interesting!

Arriving at the address provided for intelligence on the black market.

Brian walked openly to the storage locker, entered the code, took out the document bag inside, turned, and left.

Such matters are impossible to keep completely secret.

For instance, Brian knew that the CIA, the external security organization of the Federation, even sold intelligence on the dark web, earning some extra cash.

The number of official organizations fishing for information on the web was countless.

But under normal circumstances, no one would break the rules.

Returning to the apartment.

Brian stood at the door, not rushing inside. Instead, he activated his enhanced sense of smell, capturing the scent distribution around him.

This had become a habit of his after being attacked at the cemetery last time.

Constant use of enhanced sense of smell would interfere with his normal life and put a great strain on his brain.

But turning it on and off occasionally didn’t have any adverse effects.

Brian just hadn’t developed a good habit of using it.

After suffering once.

He had become even more cautious.

With the murky scent flooding into his nostrils.

Assisted by Supercomputer Perception.

Brian quickly categorized these scents in his mind.

The next moment.

He squinted his eyes, spun on his heel, and walked upstairs to a certain apartment, took out the keys, opened the door, sat down on the sofa, retrieved a small box from beneath the cushion, connected it to the TV stand, and turned on the TV.

The screen lit up.

The scene from his living room instantly appeared before him.

In the surveillance.

A man wearing an antique suit and hood sat on the couch that Brian liked to lounge on, fiddling with a dagger in one hand and stroking Fooly, Shi San’s, soft fur with the other.

Fooly bared his teeth and wagged his tail fast, looking utterly silly and naive, with no Heart Eye, very affectionate towards people.

"Is it him?"

Recognizing the man’s face, Brian’s pupils shrank.

This person was one of his uncle’s confidants, named Jack.

Jack was an Executioner of the Bloodbath Gang, operating internally, not publicly, known for his cruel and bloody nature, refusing all firearms, and usually silent and rarely seen.

Brian had only seen him twice at the Kamor family gatherings in the past, and had never interacted with him. He only heard about some of his methods occasionally from a cousin.

He was someone skilled in ancient forms of punishment.

Almost no traitor could withstand his interrogation.

The members of the Kamor family had all vanished.

As the right-hand man of his uncle, Jack’s sudden appearance at his place.

Was an ill omen!

...

Turning off the TV.

Restoring everything as it was.

After erasing any traces of the safe house, Brian took the document bag, returned to his apartment downstairs, pretending to know nothing, and opened the door.

Hearing the noise.

Both the man and the dog on the sofa looked over.

As soon as Fooly saw Brian, he immediately broke away from Jack’s hold and rushed up to Brian. His dog face changed, he bared his teeth at Jack, alerting Brian to the intruder.

Seeing this.

Jack not only didn’t get annoyed but his eyes lit up.

What a flexible and perceptive dog.

Truly spiritual!

He flicked his palm, and the dagger he was playing with vanished. He waved to Brian, "I’m planning to retire, I’m in a bit of a hurry. Your cousin Fooly asked me to deliver a letter to you."

"Fooly?"

Surprise showed on Brian’s face.

As far as he was aware.

Jack had always been with his uncle while in New York.

Why was he suddenly retiring?

Could it be that something unexpected had happened to the Kamor family?

Jack did not seem intent on explaining, tossing an envelope onto the table, then stood up and walked towards the door.

As he reached the doorstep.

He suddenly stepped aside, clearing the space at the door for Brian, and said, "Is the dog for sale? I heard from Billy that you need money, I can offer..."

"Sorry, not for sale!"

Brian was on high alert, and his Supercomputer Perception locked on to Jack.

Jack glanced at Brian’s stance, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He nodded, "Alright then, it’s a pity. Oh and, Billy seems to have underestimated you a bit. I hope you can surprise him. I’ve been annoyed with him for a long time."

Leaving a cryptic message.

Jack didn’t linger any longer and disappeared from Brian’s sight.

Brian: ???

What’s all this about...

Wasn’t Jack the right-hand man of his uncle Billy?

What did these words mean?

...

With a foggy head.

Brian opened the letter from his cousin Fooly:

Brian, my brother.

By the time you read this letter, I’ve already gone to find my sister.

I’ve broken away from the family.

Besides myself,

there are other family members who also boarded the plane leaving the United States.

The Kamor family has dissolved.

Don’t ask me why.

I don’t know either.

This is our father’s arrangement.

I know my father has done some unpleasant things to you.

For that, I’m truly sorry.

I can’t help you much, I can only give you all the money I have on me.

I hope it can be of some help to you.

Your brother - Fooly.

Below the letter, there was a payment slip.

It was a bill for the private medical facility where Brian’s foster parents were, amounting to over 480,000 US Dollars, enough to cover more than a year of their convalescent care.

...

"Fooly..."

Warmth surged in Brian’s heart.

Even though he was not in need of the money now.

But Fooly’s gesture undoubtedly made Brian feel warmth.

He put away the letter and the billing statement.

Brian lit a cigarette, deep in thought.

Does it feel like Uncle is settling his affairs?

Could it be that Uncle Billy has sensed something amiss?

And why did his dog end up on the Bloodbath Gang’s turf?

There are too few known elements.

After much thought,

Brian shook his head.

He couldn’t make sense of the connections.

However, Jack’s last words did give him a bit to ponder.

The other party was warning him, to be careful of Billy!

Yes, it was a warning.

Jack was Billy’s right-hand man when they were in New York, privy to many of Billy’s affairs, so the information was highly credible.

There would be no point in lying about such matters.

This implied that Uncle Billy was not yet ready to leave him alone!

Brian crumpled the cigarette butt, lay back on the sofa, and silently stared at the ceiling.

First, he was made to join the Forensic Bureau and nearly became mentally ill.

After it was "confirmed" he wasn’t a Mutant, they made him join NW without a second word, as cannon fodder for a test, and they never gave him the promised bank card PIN.

The family disintegrated, and the family members scattered.

No one informed him about it either.

Under such circumstances, Uncle Billy still wasn’t willing to let him go.

Brian was almost speechless.

He shook his head.

No matter.

Since he had already faced the threat of being buried alive and gone through radiation checks at the NW base, and knew he was just cannon fodder for his uncle, Brian had no intention of letting Billy off the hook either.

He was really looking forward to Uncle’s surprised and shocked expression when he found him again!

Brian truly couldn’t wait for that moment to come!

...

"Woof woof woof~"

Spirit, the clever little Shi San, seeing that Brian was deep in thought and ignoring him, started to bark dissatisfiedly.

Brian’s train of thought was interrupted; he gave Shi San a glare but paid no further attention.

He got up, opened the file bag he brought back, and took out the documents inside.

The files contained documents and photos.

They even smelled of fresh ink.

This complete set of information about Rechter was very meticulous.

Not only did it include all the public records and history that could be found on Rechter, but it even had photos of his school days and classmates.

It was worth the commission of over 20,000 US Dollars in virtual currency!

However, most of the information was meaningless.

That was until Brian saw a group photo from Rechter’s middle school days with his classmates...

"Anna!!!"

Brian’s eyes locked onto the girl standing next to Rechter, veins popping on his forehead.

Rechter was actually middle school classmates with the psychologist Anna, who had illegally treated and helped him multiple times!

Thinking back to his own resignation.

How his uncle immediately took family members and brought him to the cemetery...

Brian clutched the photo, his head slowly drooping, the afterimage of the Blood Moon flickering in his eyes.

His mouth uncontrollably curled into a smile.

Deception!

Again, deception!

Things were getting more interesting!