Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 451 - 260 Various Rare Goods, Acquaintance_2

Some also accept settlements in certain well-regarded virtual coins.

However, for reagents, barter is preferred, with money being undesired.

Walking along,

Brian reached a dividing line.

In front of the line, there were stalls, but they were cleaner, and there were fewer people.

Here, what was sold was not tangible goods, but life.

For example, various kinds of pets.

The pets here were naturally not real organisms but beings modified or enhanced.

There were various enhanced flying pets similar to Susan’s best friend’s exchange, and also mice, cats, dogs, snakes, etc., all appearing tame, doing good business, with occasional transactions happening.

There were also some goods that were people.

Literally, real people.

These human goods, according to the signs, involved private transactions, where if you paid the money, the ownership of the goods belonged to you, and how you took them away was your own matter.

These humans were no ordinary people either.

Some were experimental materials.

These experimental materials, according to the records, were mostly children born from mutants and normal humans or from mutant to mutant, with varying ages; some even exhibited deformed limbs, seemingly already experimented on.

These goods had numb and unintelligent looks in their eyes.

Brian couldn’t even see the unique intelligence of humans in their eyes; it seemed they were brought up without normal education from birth.

At the end of these goods’ introduction, a line was written in bold ink: "Bred at the base, exclusively for ’Fake Humans.’"

Wow, "Fake Humans," not even humans anymore.

No wonder everyone found it commonplace.

Brian passed these busy stalls and continued forward.

There were other human goods, but more proactive.

They stood in front of their stalls, actively attracting customers.

Most of these were handsome men and beautiful women of various races, with good spirit, appearance, and attire, nearly indistinguishable from Brian and his colleagues, except for the collars on their necks that might make someone think they were just event members doing a gig.

Brian even saw a woman at one stall whose appearance and demeanor were no less alluring than Susan’s level.

She was somewhat more petite, with a complexion, indicating she was from South America.

These people were all holding genetic testing reports, most having undergone basic reagent enhancements, classified as enhanced humans.

Meaning, these ’goods’ were high-end.

A new black man, seeing the South American beauty, widened his eyes.

He excitedly approached the stall, "Hey, are these real? Lord, to find such quality goods, how much money, I..."

"Get lost!"

Unexpectedly, the beauty’s face darkened, "We don’t welcome niggers here, from several tens of meters away, I can smell the poor stench on you, blackie!"

The young black man was stunned by the insult, so much so that he forgot to explode in anger.

After a while, he came to his senses, discontentedly looking at the female stall owner nearby, "Hey, say something, is this how you do business? I got called a nigger by a lowly whore, this is discrimination, I am from the Federation..."

"You’re too loud!"

The female stall owner waved her hand, "I don’t care what organization you are a staff of, this is a free market, I’m just a broker, if they don’t want to, I can’t control it, but if you want to go to the arena, I can approve your application."

With that, the female stall owner lifted her head, a detailed face slowly revealing harsh black veins.

The young black man...

He quietly left the stall, then enthusiastically ran to another stall ahead.

That place also sold handsome men and beautiful women, key point, still with various kinds of ears and tails.

These tails and ears even moved!!!

Brian was about to follow and watch, but the South American woman who had shooed a customer away brightened up, blocking his way; with a gentle voice, she handed up her genetic report, "I’m Felicity Bent, today I turn eighteen, biological assessment Grade A+, have not given birth yet..."

Brian glanced at the report and looked at the female stall owner whose face still had fading black veins.

There wasn’t much introduction here.

But looking at this ’goods’ genetic report, the subject was indeed a healthy individual and had completed over three basic enhancements, dwarfing Brian’s colleagues.

Judging purely from the enhancements, this beautiful woman, probably added to the NW armed forces, would match the level of enhancement opportunities soldiers traded their lives for.

The female stall owner, seeing Brian, tall, handsome, in a sleek black uniform, exuding a heroic aura, looked much more pleasant.

She explained,

"Felicity Bent is a free individual.

She is an investment of our organization, specifically sold to clients who wish to breed enhanced offspring.

You don’t need to marry her, but basic protection needs to be provided to her, we have people who will visit regularly until the service period ends."

"Of course, you can also choose surrogacy, as long as she agrees."

"Additionally, we offer customized fertility services. If you are willing to pay a high price, you can even purchase mature eggs from a First Rank female Enhanced..."

With that, Brian understood.

He had seen similar industry chains in his past life too.

For instance, some wealthy people who didn’t want to marry yet desired superior offspring would seek out such intermediaries. They would find highly educated and good-looking members of the opposite sex, buy their genetic material, then find someone to be a surrogate, among other things.

There were also customizations available for future offspring’s skin color, hair, eyes, etc.

As long as you had the money, there was nothing those companies couldn’t do.

Brian shook his head and continued walking forward.

The South American beauty, probably rarely seeing a high-quality client like Brian, wanted to market herself proactively. "I can do it for free, I’ll pay the agent’s fee myself. All I ask is that you give me a title, I don’t care if you have other women!"

Without turning his head, Brian walked further to the bustling stall of the Beastification People.

Beast-ear women!

These guys actually managed to create them.

Unbelievable!

The world was getting crazier and crazier.

Watching his retreating figure, the female vendor smiled and said, "Your taste is quite good. Judging by the uniform, this guy is a Second-level Staff in Los Angeles NW. So young, he must either come from a powerful family or have a great talent. If you can stick with him, have a few kids, maybe I’ll have to bow my head when I see you..."

The South American beauty felt disheartened.

However, when another young and handsome man walked by, she immediately lit up in her most beautiful state and approached him again.

For her, it didn’t matter who the father of her children was.

Nor did it matter if he gave her a title.

As long as she could gain a higher status through her children.

Some men nearby, also wearing collars around their necks, looked over enviously.

They had very little choice.

Either sell genetic material in bulk.

Or they didn’t even have the right to know who the future mother of their children might be.

Or sell themselves into hard labor to unattractive female powerhouses, work day and night to pay off their high intermediary fees...

...

The stall of the Beastification People was bustling.

Mostly male customers.

Everyone gets it.

And the signs clearly stated that these Beastification People were specifically bred, with very low combat abilities, minimal threat, trained for over a decade with no sense of rebellion—you could take them for a sum of money, and for a bit more, delivery was included.

Thus, the business here was booming.

Each cage was soon tagged with a ’sold’ label.

Judging by the tags, even the cheapest one was worth several million US Dollars. One of them, seemingly a leopard woman modified by Beastification Reagent, was priced at nearly thirteen million US Dollars. It was sold as well—a huge profit indeed.

Brian was also amazed by the imaginations of these institutions.

They actually managed to develop such targeted Mutation through Beastification Reagents. It just shows money was the primary force behind production and development.

He just wondered how many innocent lives had died in the development process.

With this confusing thought, Brian, unknowingly, arrived at an outdoor platform at the end of the stalls, resembling an auction venue.

The auction scene very much resembled those of slave auctions from the past.

In fact, there were slaves being auctioned on the platform.

It even had a special offer marked on it.

The platform wasn’t large, just about ten square meters.

There were three large cages set up, covered with cloth so you couldn’t see inside, only hear some women’s rapid insults!

Brian instinctively twitched his nose twice.

The next moment,

His face revealed a somewhat speechless expression.

Well, well.

He had run into an acquaintance.

In the cage, he smelled the scent of someone he knew.

Life truly had a way of bringing people together.

No wonder, after they parted ways, the person had never contacted him, having been captured and sent away for training.