Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 499 - 278: Daily Routine, Choosing a Target to Strike_2
Chapter 499: Chapter 278: Daily Routine, Choosing a Target to Strike_2
"Indeed."
After a few words, everyone was ready to wrap up and clock out.
Guei wanted to chat with his brother-in-law, Brian, but Glenn and Ivan dragged him away instead.
After a strenuous investigation of over a week, it was time for them to enjoy themselves.
It wouldn’t work without someone to foot the bill.
Brian also patted Shi San, who was snuggling with Meatball in his sleep, "Shi San, wake up, it’s time to get off work."
Meatball was the name of the little crow.
A name given by Shi San.
This fellow, Shi San, whether it was because he had been eating high-quality food like the Blood Fruit, had recently entered a special growth phase. He slept more than sixteen hours a day, which made the little crow spend his days sleeping and waking up only to have a ’uh uh uh’ communication session with Shi San.
You have to say, the offspring of enhanced beasts are different.
Of course, it might also be due to Shi San’s saliva and Brian’s blood, but either way, Meatball, only days old, had already learned the skill of a parrot.
It could bark like a dog...
The growth of birds is fast; they’re already learning foreign languages.
To take care of this dog and bird, Brian rented a garage, stored his ’beast’ motorcycle in the apartment garage, and bought a small sedan for commuting.
Back at the apartment.
The dog and bird continued sleeping.
Brian spent over an hour reading a book.
At midnight, his alarm went off.
He changed into a set of clothes, took the Small Tachi, rode his motorcycle to the beach tens of kilometers away, took off his clothes, eyes turning pale, and began his routine sword skill practice.
Grandmaster-level Sword Skill + Heart Eye + Physical Condition.
Brian’s sword technique was quite exaggerated.
With one slash, the continuous waves would display a vacuum-like slash trace that lasted for just over a second before merging again.
But he was still not able to do something as exaggerated as Yagyuu Kojirou.
That guy, with lesser speed and strength compared to Brian, could slash and create a vacuum, blocking his sonic attacks, which was outrageous.
This needed eyes that could perceive the flow of air and cut through their connections.
Although Brian couldn’t reach that level,
he was fast.
Within the waves, under the moonlight, a human figure rushed into the shallow sea. The sword light in his hand created several terrifying shockwaves, forcibly splitting the surrounding seawater, protecting him from all directions.
Walking on the seabed, besides the soles of his feet, not a drop of water touched Brian.
It was a feat not achievable by human strength alone, completely relying on mighty miracles.
But this method of practice was highly draining in terms of energy and physical stamina.
Brian could only maintain it for just over an hour before he began to wear out.
Each time he reached this point, he would roar, transforming into a Bursting Clothes State, and deliver a ferocious slash.
Like a Gang Wind-like explosive blade sound, it would immediately transform into an invisible cutting line, following the virtual line seen in his vision through the seawater, splitting the sea surface in two and creating a ten-meter-long sword trace, like a sword aura descending from a fantasy realm.
To some extent, thanks to the Grandmaster-level Sword Skill, strength, and a lighter version of Heart Eye, Brian had a bit of the flavor of Yagyuu Kojirou’s technique.
But the mindset of "Cuts Through Anything"...
Aside from slashing more fiercely, he hadn’t even touched the edge.
He continued to practice until past five in the morning before he would put his clothes back on, return to the apartment, sleep for two hours, then get up, read for over an hour, and take the dog and bird to work.
Occasionally, he would also visit the institute.
But there wasn’t much to see.
Currently, the institute only had some minor Calamari left.
Business transformation takes time.
Hiring takes time.
The only project, Alpha, had been taken by Dean’s people to an island to cultivate the Blood-colored Cannibal Flower.
So for Brian, the current state of the institute was like a gold-eating beast with no returns, running on idle.
As for work,
the minor cases were handled by everyone.
He would occasionally drive out, using Death’s Eye to find those in the throes of death, collect some Obsession Little Balls, and do a part-time job.
These were just tiny gains, nothing substantial.
But most of the Obsessions were handled by Spider Woman Eliana and Catwoman Sandy, ensuring no one could freeload off him.
This kind of life, getting Gift Energy while lying down, was also very laid-back.
Of course, every couple of days, he had to go to the island city to pay a visit to Susan, who was obsessed with running a slaughterhouse in the suburbs and often absent from work, to prevent the mother T-Rex from having hormonal imbalances and mood swings.
Brian quite liked his current situation.
These days, it’s been over a month already.
This day.
Brian had just been slacking off and went out for a stroll, returning with an Obsession.
Only to see Glenn in the office, somewhat melancholically placing some gift boxes on each workstation.
Even Shi San and Meatball, who were sleeping on Brian’s desk, received one.
Seeing this, Brian curiously asked, "What’s this?"
Ivan, who was lifting dumbbells nearby, explained, "It’s a gift from Guei. His college break is about to end, so he arranged a road trip with some friends and left early."
Brian shook his head, "Sending gifts without personally seeing us off, it seems he hasn’t grown much."
Glenn retorted, "No one remains that naive after being with me, no one! Guei is very confident now, he’s just young and doesn’t like the atmosphere of farewells."
