Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 465 - 267: Burning the Shrine, Slaying Kojirou!_2
Chapter 465: Chapter 267: Burning the Shrine, Slaying Kojirou!_2
"Nothing serious, thanks for the information."
Brian mischievously retracted the pheromones he had been emitting.
Yagyuu Nuiichi’s eyes were at first blank, then he realized what had happened and looked at Brian with a fierce gaze, "Bastard! What the hell did you do to me!"
"I satisfied a little boy’s obsession with his mother."
Brian slapped him across the face.
With a skillful blow, Yagyuu Nuiichi’s head spun around noisily, and finally, with his neck twisted, his face toward his back, his eyes wide open in death.
Politeness personified, Brian added a line to the corpse, "No need to thank me."
The next moment.
Two Obsession Little Balls emerged from Yagyuu Nuiichi’s corpse.
Brian was slightly surprised.
A double blast?
Not bad, really not bad.
..
The Obsession Little Balls, one a deeper color, the other lighter.
Brian crushed the two spheres and examined each one.
Yagyuu Nuiichi’s Obsession One: Kill the damned attacker and silence them. I must not let anyone know of my mother complex! My mother is forever pure!
Gift One: 20 units of Gift Energy.
Gift Two: 1 unit of Gift Energy + a weakened version of Heart Eye.
Behind the obsession, there was also Brian’s true portrait.
Brian: ..
If you want to keep your innocence, keep it; why try to silence me? I’m not one to gossip!
However, this obsession unexpectedly informed Brian that even if he killed the obsession person before, in a disguised state, and they were unaware of his true appearance, the information feedback from the obsession still showed his real face.
That’s quite interesting, hadn’t noticed that before.
Such obsessions, naturally, Brian couldn’t fulfill.
He continued to look at Yagyuu Nuiichi’s second obsession: Kill Yagyuu Kojirou and torture him!
Gift One: 52 units of Gift Energy.
Gift Two: 1 unit of Gift Energy + Body Control.
This obsession, Brian liked very much.
It was this guy who, compared to Yagyuu Ittou, lacked potential after all. Adding up both obsessions, there were only 72 units of Gift Energy. Despite his talent not seeming weak, he wasn’t even First Rank life, clearly his spiritual will was very weak. What a waste.
He spat at the corpse.
As the body hissed and rotted away, Brian changed his appearance and mingled into the crowd.
After several changes of disguise and appearance.
Brian made sure he had lost the satellite’s track before he put on a middle schooler’s clothes, turning into a fresh young face, and got a ride from a lascivious housewife, heading towards the city center.
..
Twenty minutes later.
Brian arrived at his destination.
"Thank you, Mrs. Sansheng."
Brian politely thanked the middle-aged woman who had complained all the way about her useless husband and kept dropping hints, then hurried towards the shrine in front.
"Hey Shinnozuke, remember to come to my place tonight.."
The middle-aged obasan stuck her head out and shouted at Brian’s retreating back, unwilling to give up on this young man who seemed a bit submissive.
She didn’t believe that with her ample experience and offering herself for free, she couldn’t capture this adolescent boy.
The next moment.
Her wide-open mouth froze, staring vacantly ahead.
She saw the ’young man’ who had run to the side of the J domain shrine, apparently annoyed, suddenly pull out several black items from his pocket and accurately throw them inside.
That was not enough for him.
He actually went to a streetlight, broke it off forcefully and used it like a club to flip over cars and tore off their fuel tanks barehanded, throwing them toward the interior of the shrine.
Streetlights, broken!
Flipping vehicles!
Is this an Ultraman filming site?
Before the bystanders and the housewife could react, screams and explosions followed from inside the shrine.
"I must be dreaming!"
The housewife turned the car around without delay, no longer caring about catching a young man, panic-stricken, even hitting and sending pedestrians fleeing in her haste without slowing down.
She feared being mistaken as an accomplice to that monster.
Some police officers on duty who saw Brian, single-handedly grabbing a multi-meter streetlamp and playing with lifting cars, were stunned.
The ones with stronger mental fortitude just walked away.
Facing such a monster, they couldn’t even protect themselves, let alone the citizens.
Those with weaker mental strength just sat paralyzed on the spot.
And there were those with a stronger sense of duty, who suppressed their fear, drew their small handguns, and shouted at Brian, "Stop or I’m going to shoot!"
"Oh?"
Brian looked at the callow-faced policeman and nodded, "Courageous."
As he finished speaking.
The streetlamp in his hand made a whooshing sound as it brushed past the policeman’s hands.
The young officer felt pain in his hands holding the gun only to see it shattered into pieces, scattering across the ground...
"I’m not dead?"
The junior officer murmured, stunned in place.
He was somewhat dazed.
The heavy streetlamp pole felt like an agile baseball bat in the other man’s hands.
How could such a monster exist in reality?
Brian dropped the bent streetlamp pole, walked up to him, and smiled politely, "Got a light?"
The junior officer dazedly shook his head.
"Alright, thank you."
Brian was about to ask someone else.
Just then.
Whoosh~
A kerosene metal lighter shot fiercely from in front.
The speed was almost as fast as a bullet.
Brian’s right hand drew an afterimage, accurately catching the lighter while also disarming the inertia that would have made the metal lighter deform.
He looked towards a handsome middle-aged man standing on the wall far away and nodded, "Thank you."
