Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 447 - 258: Fierce Old Man Leaves, the Magical White Elephant Country_2
Chapter 447: Chapter 258: Fierce Old Man Leaves, the Magical White Elephant Country_2
People without mutations could hide and remain unaffected by the Blood Moon Radiation.
Mutants, even if they hid a hundred or two hundred meters underground, it was utterly useless.
It was as if the Blood Moon had embedded itself in their souls, and when the time came, whether their eyes were open or closed, no matter where they were, they could see the rise of the Blood Moon...
For mutants, there was simply no turning back from this dead-end path.
In order not to harm their own people.
These monsters, who had consumed the human pill, eventually crossed the ocean, came to this realm, and hid in every corner; they asked no questions, interfered not with the mundane world, seeking only a way to transcend.
The human pill was, in fact, a human.
To avoid adding to their psychological burden.
They purposely called the eaten humans "human pills."
This was also why the fierce old man disliked going back to the organization.
...
Floods of unbearable memories surged in his mind.
The fierce old man slowly closed his eyes.
His dry hands, from slow to fast, performed a ’finger calculation.’
During this process, a gruesome paleness appeared on his withered old face.
After a moment,
The fierce old man stopped his movements.
He opened his eyes weakly and shook his head, "There’s no escaping death. Those people from the Beast Pavilion must have been startled by something, all retreated to a place in the north. It’s very dangerous. Even if you’re a third-stage Mutant, going there means certain death."
The young man, heedless of the old man’s repeated intimations of his death, was curious.
"How do I die?"
"It must be some kind of missile. I can only see very few images. You’re standing on a pile of Spiderman corpses, holding a head in your hand, then you were vaporized by something that flew by at high speed."
"A rather creative way to die."
The young man stroked his chin, "If only I were Long. Is he still alive?"
The fierce old man reluctantly nodded, "He should be in New York. I once sensed that there was a walking Nuclear Bomb in that downtown area. People here wouldn’t dare do something that dangerous; it must be him."
If Brian were here, he would certainly scold the fierce old man as a fool.
The guy could sense danger and even calculate it.
Indeed, predicting good and bad fortune.
It’s all one and the same.
The Blood Moon Gift was the power of the soul’s reflection.
The fierce old man still had a hidden trick, which was quite typical.
..
Knowing that Long was truly still alive, the young man’s eyes flashed with a hint of envy.
Sadly, the fate of Mutants who had consumed the human pill was sealed.
They were merely living on borrowed time.
Even if Long generously told all the Mutants how he endured the fifth Transformation, it would only mean increasing the uncontrollable destructive power for their group.
It didn’t matter much.
"I understand."
The young man nodded.
He suddenly stepped forward and hugged the fierce old man.
By the time the old man struggled irritably, everything in the room, including the dried-up corpses on the ground, had vanished. Only three green glass test tubes remained on the coffee table.
The fierce old man looked at the coffee table with a complex expression, then at the open apartment door, shook his head, and closed the door.
These were three very precious Compressed Nutrients.
He was different from the people in the organization.
His abilities were peculiar, belonging to the kind with a strong spirit but a weak body, and having only mutated twice. He didn’t have the risk of losing control due to energy demands.
However, using ’calculation’ was different.
Predicting fortune was a passive ability with little consumption.
Calculation, however, was a forbidden power not bound by events, as if cursed by heaven. Every time it was used, the fierce old man’s mental state would decline significantly, and it lasted for a long time.
The mind affects the body.
This was also when he was most likely to lose control.
At such times, to avoid losing control, the fierce old man often needed to distance himself from people, ’burying’ himself and surviving on these Compressed Nutrients.
"Damn it, I have to be a ghost again for a while!"
The fierce old man wiped away his tears and carefully packed away the test tubes.
After thinking.
He took out his cell phone, sent a text message to Brian, then crushed the phone and disappeared into the night.
...
Brian didn’t receive the old man’s text message until the next morning when he arrived in White Elephant New Delhi.
Followed by the message were two account debit notifications.
Probably sent while he was still flying out of the Los Angeles area, only delayed due to being on the airplane.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was the sensory overload.
After getting off the plane, Brian was numbed.
His strong sense of smell told him he was in a boundless public restroom.
Feces, urine, farts, the foul smell of burning bodies, various domestic wastewater, curry spices...
The stench in this accursed place was even more nauseating than being inside a garbage truck.
"Ugh~"
A white old man, also from business class and probably in New Delhi for the first time, unexpectedly knelt on the ground and started retching.
Before long,
He was carried away by the airport medical staff.
"It’s too awful..."
Brian shook his head and quickened his departure.
Fuck!
Those people in NW organization are merciless, arranging for him to stay in such a place, even calling it a reward and compensation.
Damn it!
Compensating me with the smell of shit and piss, right?
Brian was somewhat displeased with this business trip.
He had initially planned to go to the institute, to have a good chat with that young man who had developed high-energy food.
After all, he badly needed high-energy food these days to enhance his strength daily.
