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Chapter 91 - 83: Oh no, I’ve become an S-class wanted criminal! (Extra 2 for alliance leader ’Meng Wanyan’)

Chapter 91: Chapter 83: Oh no, I’ve become an S-class wanted criminal! (Extra 2 for alliance leader ’Meng Wanyan’)

Two and a half hours later.

Susan, with a grim expression, appeared in the B6 group’s underground morgue.

Two fresh bodies were laid out here.

One was the mutilated body of an attacker.

The attacker was a tribal African man with distinct Black features, his face covered in bizarre totems, and an image of a sunflower on his left chest.

The other body belonged to Rechter, the autopsy assistant of the B6 group.

He had been shot five or six times in the chest, his internal organs shredded by bullets, and he died on the spot.

The group members stood silently in the corridor.

This was the first loss of personnel since the B6 group was briefly established.

This position, with high benefits and significant authority, didn’t seem as safe as it appeared.

Seeing the grim-faced Susan, Brian approached her.

His face showed remorse, "Team leader, I’m sorry, I tried desperately to tackle Rechter, but I was still a step too late."

Susan nodded, "I saw your effort on the monitor, Brian, you were brave, and Rechter will thank you for that in heaven."

Old Hardenn flinched among the crowd.

Under the attack, he had shown signs of cowardice.

However, Susan didn’t blame anyone.

She walked up to the attacker’s body and said with a low voice, "This time it wasn’t just our B6 group that was attacked, the whole of Los Angeles, both team A and B, twelve groups in total, were targeted. This was a retaliation."

"Retaliation against the NW organization?"

"Mainly against the B1 team.

They were tracking the murderer, known as ’Butcher’ who had killed the A1 team leader, following the leads left behind the day before yesterday, when they accidentally uncovered an Original Sect ritual and killed one of their major members.

The Original Sect, a Mutant Organization originating from the African Continent, has very strong cohesion and a vengeful nature.

According to the information I received.

The entire team B1 was attacked by a dozen fanatics raised by the Original Sect, all staff inside were martyred, except those out on field duty."

As she said this, some sorrow appeared in Susan’s eyes.

Aiden, the leader of team B1, had been her childhood companion.

Although they weren’t deeply connected, the death of a familiar person, compounded by her own recruit, Rechter’s death in this attack, caused Susan some emotional distress.

"We have to retaliate!"

Ivan clenched his fist.

At the time of the attack, he and Ali were on the underground floor’s shooting range, and by the time they had heard the commotion and reached the office, the gunman had already been killed by a grenade thrown by Brian.

Susan shook her head, "Retaliation is difficult, most members of the Original Sect live off-the-grid, supported by their followers. NW is just one of many official organizations in the United States, it’s hard to use Federation power to strike a terrorist organization, our only lead now is the ’Butcher’."

Upon hearing this, Brian felt a tightness in his chest.

Damn.

How did this issue end up involving him too.

Susan continued:

"Regarding the Butcher, we currently have very little information from NW’s side.

He is about six feet tall, has appeared twice, once at the crime scene where the A1 team leader was killed, and another time where an A1 team member, Karen, was killed.

The Butcher never avoids surveillance, and after each murder, he always leaves a pig’s head doll, listing the victim’s crimes.

It was through the pig mask technique he used on his head that B1’s members located a Mutant Organization infiltrator.

We suspect that the Butcher is part of the Original Sect.

The headquarters also brought in a renowned criminal psychology expert to predict the criminal psychology surrounding the Butcher, and moving forward, this Butcher..."

Before she could finish,

Susan’s phone, which hung in front of her chest, suddenly began to vibrate.

She frowned, picked up the phone, and after seeing the caller ID, she stepped aside to take the call.

Everyone tactfully moved away slightly.

A little over a minute later,

Susan returned to the front of the morgue van with a serious expression and said:

"Alright, the Butcher didn’t strike twice, but three times now.

Last night, he appeared at a farm in the suburbs and a base in the mountains, slaughtering over twenty people including FBI members, a Class S wanted criminal ’Scarecrow’, and a powerful infiltrating Mutant who had been on the FBI’s radar for a long time.

The FBI and NW organization have decided to escalate the Butcher’s case, making him the Federation’s new Class S wanted criminal!"

The series of updates from Susan left everyone unsure of what to say.

So this was the real criminal the NW organization had to face!

Brian thought:

Damn, I’ve become a Federal Class S wanted criminal!

He was stupefied.

When had the efficiency of official organizations gotten so high?

He had barely committed the crimes before they were exposed.

The most absurd part was that the pig-headed masks, leather skirt, and those pig-headed dolls were bought with cash from an old Native American man at a second-hand market, how did they get linked to a cult organization...

Damn!

The alias ’Butcher’ can no longer be used!

...

Brian stood there, lost in thought.

Susan sighed, pulling Brian outside and whispering,

"Brian, there’s something I need to tell you.

That farm was secretly purchased by the Kamor family.

The FBI found the bodies of several Kamor family members there, and an entire FBI operation squad that had gone missing was discovered tortured to death at that location.

At another crime scene, members of the Bloodbath Gang were found.

The base was blown up, and I don’t know the current situation, but the FBI is frantically searching for Kamor family members now. Keep a low profile for a while."

Brian nodded, not saying much more.

Seeing this, Susan tiptoed, patted Brian’s shoulder, and led the others into a meeting room to project the images and criminal motives of S-class wanted criminal ’The Butcher.’

...

Due to a terror attack, a colleague had died.

The atmosphere was heavy that afternoon.

After work,

Susan and old Hardenn were busy contacting Rechter’s family to arrange the funeral matters.

Brian did not go home.

He drove to a deserted lookout, took out an unregistered mobile phone, and dialed his cousin Fooly’s number.

The other party hadn’t changed phones.

A few seconds later,

Fooly answered the call, his raspy voice coming through, "Brian, did you receive the letter?"

He was still unaware of what Billy had done.

"Um, thanks for the medical expenses," Brian said after a moment of silence, "I just received a message that your father might have run into some trouble. He and the remaining clan members did something to infuriate the FBI, and now they are desperately tracking down members of the Kamor family."

He didn’t mention the necklace Billy left for his daughter and the message left for Fooly.

It wasn’t appropriate to bring up.

Brian would wait a year or two and anonymously deliver these items to Fooly and his sister, using his uncle’s voice.

Before that,

Brian didn’t want Fooly to get caught up with those FBI people.

Fooly was not shocked by Brian’s news, "I don’t know what Dad has done, but he left me and my sister some ways to cope. Don’t worry. I just hope this doesn’t affect you..."

Relieved by these words, Brian finally took a breath.

He ended the call.

He glanced at a fleeting light from the opposite building, stood on the rooftop for a while, and eventually yelled out, as if unloading some great burden.

...

On the opposite rooftop,

a man put down his binoculars and said to his companion, "It’s clear he’s not upset about the Kamor family’s predicament; it’s more like he’s been freed from shackles."

The companion packed up a long-range receiver and shrugged,

"Looking at this Brian’s profile, he had a chance to become a dentist, but was forced to join the Forensic Bureau, and was used as bait by Lurker 132. These reactions are normal.

He seems unaware of the matter with Lurker 132.

Let’s change our target."

"But he’s leaking secrets..."

"What does that have to do with us? Interrogating the children of Lurker 132 isn’t our job. Earning dough money while harboring flour ambitions, I’m sick of you..."

The two argued heatedly over this.

...

The next day,

Brian took his dog Shi San to the B6 group’s office.

Probably because the Scarecrow had died.

Susan was back in action.

She curiously glanced at Thirteen following Brian and seemed to think of something, giving Brian an inquiring look.

Brian nodded and voluntarily recounted the events surrounding Glenn’s rescue.

Susan clearly wasn’t interested in the Bloodbath Gang.

She gathered everyone, "The FBI Los Angeles division has suffered heavy casualties recently, and with manpower short, plus the farm raid orchestrated by ’The Butcher,’ NW commands our unit to dispatch a few members to assist the FBI with this investigation."

The case involved Brian’s relatives, so it wasn’t appropriate for him to be involved.

No need to discuss old Hardenn...

After a discussion, Susan sent Ivan and Glenn to the farm in the outskirts, as per NW’s arrangements.

News of yesterday’s attack was suppressed.

No information was seen online, on TV, or in the newspapers.

But no one could guess the madman’s thoughts.

For safety,

over ten SWAT teams, including a K9 police dog team, gathered in the city center and, escorted by two armored SWAT vehicles and two fully armed Apache helicopters, headed towards the suburbs.

Seeing such a scene,

Brian felt somewhat guilty.

Indeed, one can easily act foolishly when senile.

Hopefully, he hadn’t exposed himself...

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