Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 81 - 73 We Are Family! To Death! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 81: Chapter 73 We Are Family! To Death! (Please Subscribe)

"The Scarecrow..."

"Susan seemed to have mentioned it.

According to the state of veterinarian Laura’s death, the FBI has pinpointed the culprit to be either a Transformer or this S-class fugitive known as the Scarecrow.

This guy’s getup is pretty frightening to look at..."

Brian muttered to himself, crushing the Obsession Little Ball floating above the Scarecrow’s remains.

A piece of information surged into his mind, ’Suppressant! I need suppressant!’

"Suppressant?"

Brian searched his mind but found no relevant information.

The obsession of an S-class Mutant was valuable.

Brian couldn’t just let it go.

He figured that this obsession, just like the leftovers of the Transformer, would have to be pursued slowly in the future.

He glanced at the moon overhead and continued towards the farmhouse.

Neither the Transformer nor the Scarecrow was unaffiliated; they belonged to the Mutant Organization—the Doomsday Sect.

The former died in a motel.

The latter, after escaping pursuit, appeared near his uncle Billy.

Listening to the conversation between the Scarecrow and that pair of FBI agents earlier,

it seemed he had even captured a group of FBI agents.

This meant the Scarecrow’s residence was also nearby!

Then there was his dog Shia San, which that Rob had found on Bloodbath Gang territory.

It was getting interesting.

Brian grew more curious.

Just how many secrets was his uncle hiding?

Did he really not know that Anna and the others were with the FBI?

Things didn’t seem so straightforward.

But it didn’t matter.

Brian was about to find out the answer.

Under the shotgun,

all beings are equal.

...

The dense corn stalks not only provided concealment for the farm but also limited the effective range of the gunfire.

When Brian reached the heavily fenced farm,

everything was still brightly lit, with no sign of anything amiss.

Hidden among the corn stalks, Brian’s eyes flashed with thought.

Strange.

On the way here,

he had not smelled even a trace of the Scarecrow’s scent.

The same was true on the farm.

The problem was,

upon approaching the farm, Brian had smelled the blood-scented pheromones from those two FBI agents.

This meant that those two had indeed escaped from here.

Could the Scarecrow’s ability be to eliminate scents?

Brian had just entertained this thought but immediately dismissed it.

Such a LOW ability could not possibly earn a place as an S-class fugitive among Mutants!

...

Whatever,

he had the obsession now; he would find out later!

Brian reined in his thoughts, glanced at the lit house ahead, took out several detonators, and started to busy himself around the farm.

After setting traps,

he sniffed here and there.

Finally, he stopped outside a dark row of cabins, took out several drugged meat pieces from his body, and threw them toward the cabins about eighty or ninety meters away.

The next moment,

a slight commotion came from the cabins.

However, the noise was brief.

After a minute or two, it fell silent once again.

"I knew there’d be dogs!"

Brian scoffed.

Dogs might not eat food that suddenly appears before them, but they can’t resist going to sniff.

These creatures, quite easy to handle.

Having dealt with the farm’s dogs,

Brian took a running jump, leaped over the fence about one and a half meters high, and entered the farm’s interior.

...

The farm was not large.

Just three cottages.

The largest one near the gate was lit up, the sounds of men and women drinking and making a racket just barely audible.

The other two cottages were pitch black.

By their design, they were either storage or makeshift housing.

Farms here were all of the same model.

Brian didn’t rush into action.

He first went to the kennel and dealt with two well-fed large dogs, then continued to circle the farm to avoid cameras, sniffing east and west.

It was odd.

Brian did indeed smell his uncle’s distinct scent on the farm.

But it was faint.

It seemed like he hadn’t been here for some days.

Apart from that,

the installations here didn’t resemble a research facility.

Was the address Anna knew incomplete?

Unwilling to give up, Brian continued his search.

And with that,

he made an extra discovery.

In the largest barn, he smelled a heavy odor of blood and chemical agents.

Opening the door and entering,

he saw under the dim moonlight,

a row of corpses with their bellies split open and stuffed with straw, hanging from the barn’s rafters, swaying gently with the breeze that entered through the door cracks, like rows of air-dried cured meat.

Under the corpses were piles of iron cages.

However, they were all empty.

The cage near the door still retained the scent of the couple from earlier.

They must have escaped from there.

Brian glanced at the corpses and approached a large table.

A pile of documents was scattered atop.

He extended his gloved hand to casually pick one up and look at it under the moonlight.

The light was too dim to see details.

But the unique badge of the FBI and positions resembling special task forces were still identifiable.

Dropping the booklet,

Brian counted the corpses hanging in the barn.

Plus the two who had escaped earlier,

that meant,

thirteen FBI agents died here.

Brian was amused.

Could it be that the FBI team investigating Laura’s murder had all bit the dust right here?

Serves them right!

...

After confirming there were no living people in other parts of the farm,

Brian finally approached the main house, peering inside through a window.

There weren’t many people inside.

Three men and a woman, cigarettes in their mouths, were playing cards.

Several handguns were scattered carelessly on the table, making them look like a ragtag bunch.

Brian felt his previous cautious actions were somewhat unnecessary.

He pushed the door.

It wasn’t even locked.

Without hesitation, Brian kicked the solid wooden door open and, gun in hand, aimed at the four people at the table, "Long time no see, folks."

The sudden intrusion bewildered them.

But after all, they were gang members who had seen bloodshed.

One of them immediately reached for a pistol by his side.

The next moment.

Bang~

The roar of a large shotgun echoed inside the cabin!

A headless corpse, under the massive impact of a single slug, flipped over the chair and crashed heavily into the wall, the blood from the severed neck spraying all over the other three, drenching them thoroughly.

They looked at their gruesomely dead companion with stunned expressions, then turned to the intruder—tall and wearing a pig’s head mask—and silently raised their hands.

"Good."

Brian nodded and pointed at the three, "Kneel down in a row."

This time, they finally recognized Brian’s voice.

The woman, angrily looking at Brian with the mask, said, "Fuck, Brian, what the hell are you doing!"

Figuratively speaking,

She was Brian’s elder!

Or rather,

All these people were Brian’s elders.

Her response was a specially designed slug capable of easily tearing through human flesh and bone!

One shot.

The cross-shaped slug exploded upon impact.

Numerous shrapnel carrying splattered flesh and bone fragments burst out in a large fan shape behind the woman, a terrifying scene with shocking power.

The remaining two, no longer daring to say another word, quickly crouched down with their heads in their hands.

"Very good!"

Brian looked coldly at the older man, "Uncle Eric, tell me, where is Billy now?"

Eric was now confused.

He couldn’t understand how Brian, who had always been so polite and ambitious, and who treated his elders with respect, could suddenly become like this.

Damn!

That’s what you get for not raising a child with the family, they never grow familiar!

Was it just because the family threatened to bury you alive?

Is that how you treat your elders?

Thinking of the terrifying Clan Leader Billy,

Eric hesitated,

"We don’t know the specifics.

The clan leader arranged for us to be here to entertain a... a pervert.

That pervert used very strange means to bring back a group of FBI people and torture them.

Our job here is to fulfill that pervert’s requests; we don’t know much about anything else.

Brian, you’d better leave.

That pervert went off to play his hunting game again.

He’ll probably be back soon."

"You’re avoiding my question.."

Brian shook his head in disappointment, pulled the trigger, and sent this ’elder’ off to play cards underground.

Four companions who had been together day and night, now three were gone in the blink of an eye.

The remaining middle-aged man was so scared he wet himself.

Without waiting for Brian to speak,

He trembled, "Billy is in the dungeon, our family spent two or three years building that underground area for some sort of drug research, it’s inside the mountain ahead, everyone else left by the family is there."

"Good, now tell me about that pervert."

Brian leisurely reloaded his weapon.

"I really don’t know!

This place was originally a transfer point for receiving personnel, also a vanguard.

But a week ago.

Billy had us abandon our properties in the city and the Bloodbath Gang, all the young family members scattered, and left us old folks here.

That pervert arrived by car the day after.

Right!"

He seemed to remember something and quickly added, "There was a girl who came with him, around seventeen or eighteen years old, pretty and with a small dog, but that girl later went back to Los Angeles with the clan members who were transporting supplies and materials, and she hasn’t come back since."

Brian’s eyes flashed with contemplation.

The girl must be Laura, the veterinarian’s target.

The small dog was his Shi San.

Everything matched.

Uncle Billy had indeed been connected to the Doomsday God Sect for a while.

And of course,

Before the return of the Blood Moon,

His uncle hadn’t been as irritable as he is now, his keen perception and microexpression skills were nearly perverse, a very cunning man; there’s no way he’d be so easily fooled by Anna and her fellow FBI accomplices!

Brian guessed Billy might have seen through the real identity of Anna and her companions long ago.

He must have been using them.

With this in mind,

Brian looked forward even more to meeting Uncle Billy.

The man was like a demon in his heart,

If he didn’t crush this demon under his feet,

Brian felt he would live in the man’s shadow his whole life!

...

Seeing that Brian was silent.

The kneeling clansman forced a strained smile, "The dungeon is two kilometers east, there’s a small lake, a cabin built next to the entrance, the entrance is right by the cabin, it’s very obvious, Brian, let me go, I even invited you for a barbecue before, we’re family!"

Brian came to his senses.

He nodded, "Alright, although I don’t remember that, I’ll spare you considering your cooperation. The next time we meet, we’ll settle the score for that time you threatened to bury me alive!"

After that,

Brian disappeared outside the door.

Inside the house,

The man slumped on the bloody carpet, his body going limp.

Fuck!

He had managed to save his life!

Thinking of the cold eyes beneath the pig’s head mask,

The man tried to get up to inform Clan Leader Billy about what had happened here, then leave for overseas to meet up with his son.

He had saved enough money over the years.

He stayed,

Merely because he was used to the comfortable life of power and influence.

But today he realized, in comparison to Brian’s ruthlessness, their daily carrying of small handguns, taking advantage of Billy’s fame to act tough, was more like playing house.

Suddenly,

The man attempting to get up sensed something was wrong.

The light inside the room seemed to have dimmed.

His neck stiffened as he turned towards the door.

He saw a figure in a pig’s head mask standing at the doorway, tilting its head to look at him, as if to say, we meet again...

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.