Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 452 - 261: Acquiring a Cat Girl, Departure

During a speechless moment for Brian.

The Caucasian fat man on stage noticed Brian’s uniform, his eyes lit up, and he initiated a greeting, "Guest, are you interested in these items? They’re all top-quality goods. Would you like to purchase one at a special clearance price?"

NW’s Second-level Staff!

Los Angeles was indeed a wealthy place, and the people who came from there weren’t short of money.

Brian pointed at the three cages, "Are these also Beastified People?"

The auction stage was even covered with a black cloth, likely about to close down.

The fat man nodded, "Yes, but they are those who underwent Beastification Transformation and then tried to escape, breaching the contract. According to international privacy laws, they have lost the normal civil rights of their countries due to their breach, and we have the right to auction them."

Brian wasn’t familiar with any so-called international privacy law.

He glanced at the logo on the fat man’s suit and recognized it as the mark of the United States Bounty Hunter Association.

He nodded and directly pointed at the cage in the back, "That one, how much?"

"You can pay directly in cash or choose to trade using some NW Enhancement Reagents. We have experts to price the reagents accordingly, and we’ll provide any necessary adjustments," the fat man said, sounding more enthusiastic upon completing another troublesome sale, "Do you need to inspect the goods? The other two aren’t bad either."

Brian shook his head, pulling out a card from his pocket, "No need for inspection. The women in the other two cages curse horribly, have no decency. I prefer quiet women. Just go ahead and charge my card."

The fat man nodded in agreement, "Yes, if only my woman at home could learn to keep quiet, I would definitely like her more."

Card transaction, pick-up the goods.

Brian also signed a waiver, basically stating that once the goods were sold, they were not responsible for any after-sales issues, even if he was killed by the purchased goods afterward, they would bear no responsibility.

It seemed similar incidents had occurred before.

Brian signed swiftly, then had the fat man deliver a temporary tent for him, where he settled in along with the purchased cage.

Buying this Beastified Person cost him over 1.5 million US dollars.

It was indeed a special price.

A safe Beastification Reagent would normally hit the market around two million US dollars.

A common Enhancement Reagent too priced around two million US dollars in the market.

Brian obtained these Enhancement Reagents by exchanging valor points; only about ten valor points were needed.

Those points, if exchanged for cash at the base, would fetch only about four to five hundred thousand, but trading the reagents externally would yield over four times the profit.

If he encountered some nouveau riche who suddenly rose to wealth and hadn’t been involved in certain circles before, an Enhancement Reagent could fetch an astronomical price.

The only issue was that NW didn’t allow this practice.

Maybe once Brian advanced to a Third Rank Staff, he could share in the profits from this venture.

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The complimentary tent provided was somewhat like a Mongolian yurt, square with a sloping top, containing only a simple bed and a chair.

The iron cage occupied a significant portion of the tent’s area.

Brian pulled off the black cloth outside.

Beneath it, a young Caucasian woman in a bikini with furry cat ears on her head and a faint mustache visible on her face appeared before Brian.

She sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in meditation, and a long, dark tail uncontrollably swaying in the air behind her, drawing attention.

The only pity was that her transformation was a bit excessive.

Sandy’s face no longer bore any human-like forms; it was covered in black fur, not the cute type belonging to cats but rather resembling large coarse pores, with flesh-colored tendrils hiding among the fur.

From afar it was bearable, but up close, it could induce disgust.

Except for some with specific fetishes, it would be hard for others to accept these modifications.

No wonder, with such a good figure, she still went unsold.

Brian knocked on the iron railing, "Sandy, long time no see."

Yes, the slave woman was indeed Sandy, the same Sandy Brian had met previously on the Mexican border, whom he had sent to find Beastified People with neural reactions.

In fact, given Brian’s current pace of development, ordinary neural reaction talents no longer held any significance for him.

Nonetheless, encountering someone familiar, the 1.2 million wasn’t a significant amount for him, so he thought he might as well help her.

He was quite curious about Sandy’s experiences.

Hearing her name called, Sandy opened her eyes.

When she saw Brian, her eyes widened and her calm face revealed joy, "Brian, did you buy me?"

Brian shrugged, "Yes, you now owe me 1.27 million US dollars."

"Thank you."

Sandy rubbed her cheeks and subconsciously extended her sharp claws to scratch her chin,

"I may need some time to repay the money I owe you.

All my money was taken by a villain.

The four hundred thousand in black money you gave me previously, I’m grateful for it, so after I escaped the pursuit, I was constantly on the lookout on the outside for you, looking for Beastified People with neural reaction abilities.

This information is quite secretive.

So, I didn’t make much progress.

Until one day, in a Bounty Hunter’s bar, I heard that some high-quality Beastification Reagents had leaked onto the black market, including some cat-type reagents inclined to neural reactions.

I thought since you wanted me to find Beastified People with neural reactions, high-quality reagents should also suffice.

So I took all my savings there.

Then I walked into a trap and a villain took all my money and also injected me with a syringe of reagent.

That guy had stolen the goods from the black market.

This caused me to be mistaken by the black market people as the thief when they saw I survived the Beastification, they didn’t kill me."

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Brian interjected.

Sandy nodded sullenly,

"After confirming I wasn’t a thief, to compensate for their loss, they sold me at a low price to a Bounty organization.

I was even planning on working off the debt for the bounty group.

But my Beastification was imperfect, and ugly.

Those bastards didn’t care about the efforts my parents had made for the Bounty Association and sold me off again.

I ran away, and they sold me.

I ran again, but was captured back by the Hunters."

After several hands,

I was sent here."

She said,

lifting her head to reveal a pair of beautiful eyes shimmering with an unusual mix of gold and blue, "Luckily, you saved me, otherwise I reckon I would have ended up with amputated limbs, sold off as a slave or lab material. You saved my life."

Those eyes were truly beautiful.

Brian saw gratefulness brimming in Sandy’s eyes.

It seemed like a long time had passed.

It looked like some of Brian’s previous enchanting demon tricks had lost their effect on Sandy.

At least, Brian didn’t see the obsession in Sandy’s eyes that was there when they last parted.

He couldn’t resist pinching Sandy’s chubby cheeks, then scratching her under the chin.

Sandy instinctively purred, then realized, and glared at Brian, "Don’t do that, my chin is especially sensitive now, but I really appreciate that you don’t mind my ghastly look."

Sighing, she said,

"There’s no need to be so down, at least you’re alive." Brian couldn’t help but rub Sandy’s cat ears again, "Here’s what we’ll do, I recently acquired a research institute, you can work there and pay off your debts."

Those ears felt really nice.

It was like having a cat.

Though this cat looked a bit ugly, with a mask it was quite presentable.

Sandy gave up avoiding him.

She nodded resignedly, "Alright, boss, you’re my boss now. Can you let me out? It’s really uncomfortable in here, I want to change clothes."

"No problem."

Brian stretched out his hands and with a puzzled look from the other side, forcibly pried open the cage made of special light alloy used by the Bounty Hunter Organization, creating a passage big enough for a person to get through.

Sandy’s eyes widened.

Seeing Brian’s expression, breaking the cage seemed as easy as tearing apart noodles.

This strength was terrifying.

Seeing this, Brian chuckled, "I’m not like your previous owner; just remember, if you don’t work hard, I will get angry!"

"Understood, boss!"

Sandy meekly agreed.

Damn.

She really sold herself.

There were no clothes for sale here.

Brian could only tear some edges from a tent to temporarily make her some rough clothes to cover her body.

After finishing this,

Brian told her to stay put, as he went to attend the conference.

However, the conference was somewhat disappointing.

He didn’t see the so-called Saint; only a middle-aged monk came forward, making ill-formed gestures with a strong hint of Hindu customs, and then he talked about some unique ascetic practices prevalent there.

Mostly self-mortification methods.

Indeed quite mystical.

From the monk’s demeanor, Brian saw a hint of genuine ascetic practice.

It was evident that in the exploration of this new era, this country with ancient civilization had indeed figured out a few things.

The most impressive was the ’Divine Skills’.

Though called Divine Skills, it was actually Mutant Ability.

This guy was actually a Mutant and had ’cultivated’ Heavenly Ear Technique and Divine Feet Power.

In reality, it involved Auditory Enhancement and speed Enhancement.

However, the practitioner’s level of development was profound, and he even proposed a theory of the mind influencing the body..

Sadly, aside from some people from Hua Country and Southeast Asia, the rest were merely going through the motions.

Following that were some activities.

One was about some specialties from Holy Buddhism.

Among them, Holy Bull Blood was the most popular.

Consuming this could enhance Spiritual Strength.

Anyway, there were quite a number of buyers.

Next was an item called Holy Corpse Fragrance, a type of sandalwood with unknown ingredients, but also used to maintain mental tranquility.

This too was snapped up.

The rest were some unique Enhancement Reagents from this region.

But fewer people liked those.

The imitation drugs here were quite famous, but their own research capability was not strong.

Most institutions here famous for imitation drugs were actually foreign; their own research products weren’t guaranteed to be effective.

After the transactions.

There were also matches between enhancers from different countries and some private exchanges.

Brian found it tedious, so he directly left.

The conference would last three days.

It was said that on the third day, the strongest person from White Elephant Country, the Saint, would also show his face before these juniors.

Brian decided to come back and take a look on the third day.

He was curious about what was so special about the strongest person in White Elephant Country.

Before that,

Brian planned to take a trip to Japan.