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Chapter 86 - 78: Billy’s Relics (Extra 1 for the Sovereign ’Awaiting Your Return with Wine’)

Chapter 86: Chapter 78: Billy’s Relics (Extra 1 for the Sovereign ’Awaiting Your Return with Wine’)

Due to the limitations of the terrain, the laboratory wasn’t large, probably only a little over twenty square meters. To maximize its use, a mezzanine design was specifically implemented, with the most conspicuous feature being two glass columns placed on top. Inside the columns were two women with their eyes tightly closed, sporting large bellies.

Two oxygen tubes were inserted into their nostrils, and many more dense unknown patches were stuck onto their swollen abdomens, creating an atmosphere filled with the aura of bizarre scientists.

The old man was busy at the operating table.

Lying there was the body of a woman with her abdomen cut open and organs exposed.

He meticulously arranged each organ into its respective category, with the center of the tray holding the curled-up body of an unborn baby that had not yet fully developed.

So focused was he that he didn’t notice Brian had come up behind him.

"Marquis, so this is the experiment your cultivation group is conducting?" Brian stood behind the old man and silently drew out the pistol he had taken from the guard.

No wonder the FBI used other people’s names to conduct experiments.

Human experimentation was in itself a crime against humanity, and here it involved the elderly, children, pregnant women...

The old man, also known as the former chief Autopsy Officer of the Forensic Bureau, Marquis, stiffened when he heard the voice behind him. Then he stopped what he was doing, put down the scalpel, and raised his hands nonchalantly, "Brian? Are you the intruder? It seems Billy and I both underestimated you."

"You haven’t answered my question. What are these?"

"They’re all perverts, as well as rare pregnant Mutants.

Look, the extraction container on the left side of the table.

She was a bloodthirsty prostitute who liked to lure men home and then cut off their genitals to pair with her drinks.

The extraction container on the right, she had some mental issues.

She was a respected and well-paid doctor who, after suffering from heartbreak, irrationally believed all men were scum. She killed her father and several brothers with her own hands, then cut off the limbs of her boyfriend and his new flame, keeping them in containers facing each other.

As for the extraction container in front of me...

She doesn’t seem to have done anything bad. She’s just a poor girl who was imprisoned and bullied by her foster father.

Her foster father also used her as a tool to make money.

In fact, she’s not a Mutant herself but the conception body of a Mutant.

I’m not clear on where Billy found these rare specimens.

He’s amazing, always able to easily spot what’s extraordinary about a person."

Marquis slowly spoke while Brian listened intently.

Extraction container...

So, in Marquis’s eyes, none of these of his kind counted as a complete person.

"The guards?"

"Just four, all Billy’s confidants. When there was a disturbance in the dungeon earlier, they all rushed over. I’m old and don’t like to watch the excitement, so I just kept myself busy with my work," he said.

Hearing this,

Brian nodded.

Billy hadn’t lied to him before his death.

Looking at the composed old man, Brian put away his pistol and silently took out a willow-leaf scalpel, approaching Marquis from behind, "I’m very curious, why weren’t you affected by the Blood Moon given your view of your own kind as experimental materials?"

Marquis shrugged, his tone indifferent, "Why should I bask in the Blood Moon? The difference between humans and wild beasts is the ability to use our brains. Besides those fools and terminally ill, those in the know would choose to make use of these God-given beasts to develop technologies more suited for humans, instead of turning into beasts destined to lose their senses themselves."

Looking at the unperturbed Marquis, Brian laughed.

He leaned close to Marquis’s ear and whispered softly, "Anna was just as composed before she died; no wonder you’re father and daughter."

"What?" Marquis’s calm frame shuddered.

He turned around shakily, "You killed my beloved daughter?"

Brian nodded, "She died a miserable death, screamed miserably too. I wonder if you’ll be the same. As your junior at the Forensic Bureau, I hope you can satisfy this little curiosity of mine!"

Having said that,

Brian didn’t give the grieving-faced Marquis a chance. He kicked him over onto the operating table, carefully placed the unlucky woman with the tragic death on the ground, and then tied Marquis up. Then, before his terrified eyes, he pulled out a willow-leaf skinning knife...

...

Half an hour later,

Brian walked out of the lab, his body reeking of blood, with a satisfied look on his face.

Although he didn’t want to admit it,

every time he listened to the scum like Marquis wailing and begging for mercy beside him, it brought him great spiritual fulfillment.

Perhaps this was the price one had to pay to be a conscientious good person.

Perhaps he died too miserably.

Marquis released an obsession: to torture Brian, the beast, to death!

Brian decisively refused, rejecting Marquis’s call request.

...

After checking his ammunition,

Brian followed the passage, passed through several rest areas, and came outside.

The barriers connected to the wooden hut had been pushed open.

The sky outside was beginning to brighten.

At the entrance, Brian tossed the pig’s head toy he was carrying onto the steps, and then took out the remaining detonators, heading towards another hidden exit...

A few minutes later.

Four fully armed men and women came into Brian’s sight.

He was too lazy to approach them, pulled off the detonator from his hand and, timing it carefully, hurled it over tens of meters.

Amid the roaring explosions and screams.

The large silhouette of the pig-headed butcher vanished into the depths of the jungle...

...

The soft morning breeze caressed Brian’s palm.

He stood on the roadside, giving a thumbs-up to passing vehicles, waiting for a kind soul to stop their car.

Everything that could act as evidence had been burnt by him.

The car, along with the bodies inside, had been driven into the sea by Brian, waiting for some lucky person to open the box in the future.

Now he was ready to go back and check out what Billy had left for him.

...

It’s a world that judges by appearances.

After waiting for several minutes.

An old Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of Brian.

The window rolled down, and an elderly woman with a little dog gave Brian, who was at the side of the road, a smile revealing her well-maintained false teeth: "Oh, my God, how could anyone have the heart to leave such a lovely child on the road."

Brian shrugged his shoulders, flashing a sunny smile, "Maybe God hasn’t woken up yet, kind lady, may I trouble you for a ride into town?"

"Of course, hop in, dear. The mood in the morning is supposed to be wonderful."

"I am in a wonderful mood right now, ma’am."

Brian opened the back door of the car and got in.

He really did feel refreshed.

His uncle was gone, of the trio that knew about his peculiarity, only Anna remained ignorant of the situation, and his foster parents, whose true or false affections he could never quite discern, had also left this world gracefully and content...

Apart from the potential threat of the Mutants losing control.

Brian now felt the joy of being debt-free.

The dog in the front passenger seat had curled up into a ball, its body trembling incessantly, not daring to make a sound.

The old lady was too preoccupied admiring Brian’s handsome face in the rearview mirror to notice the dog’s unusual behavior.

This occupied state caused the old car to swerve in an S-shape on the wide road, until a road rage-stricken passerby yelled at the old lady and things got a bit better.

Just like that.

Brian returned to the city jittery all the way.

As soon as he got out of the car.

He quickly thanked the reluctant old lady and dashed off.

Too scary.

Facing his uncle 1V1 wasn’t as nerve-wracking as riding in this old lady’s car.

...

After a couple of transfers with kind-hearted people.

Brian arrived at the street next to his apartment and tossed the worn coat he wore atop a tent belonging to a homeless person, displaying the athletic shorts underneath, before he jogged back to his apartment...

On the way back.

Many early-risers greeted Brian warmly.

It couldn’t be helped.

His part-time career had made him well-known for bringing home different beautiful women every day.

This also led to the envy of the men and the scorn of the women, who either slipped him notes or made the special effort to knock on Brian’s door from blocks away, asking him to help unblock the drains at their homes.

It was only because Brian feared being shot by their husbands that he never played the neighborhood Lothario.

Otherwise, the kidney-deficient man might not have lived to see this day.

Back at the apartment.

Brian first checked the surveillance and his phone to make sure no one had contacted him, then he secured the doors and windows before heading to the couch and forcefully flipping it open.

A cardboard box over twenty centimeters in length and width, without a lid, appeared before Brian.

Brian chuckled silently.

It seemed Billy knew exactly what kind of character he was, deliberately leaving no lid.

Otherwise, Brian really wouldn’t dare to open the box directly.

There wasn’t much inside the box.

A syringe similar to the Spirit I-type serum that Brian carried on him, just with a slightly different outer code.

A letter.

A USB drive.

A string of keys with stickers.

And a solid, black object that looked somewhat like an iron egg.

With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

Brian picked up the letter first.