Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 500 - 278: Daily Routine, Choosing a Target to Strike_3
Chapter 500: Chapter 278: Daily Routine, Choosing a Target to Strike_3
Guei acted generously and got familiar with everyone.
Ivan rolled his eyes from the side, "It was obviously you who threw a farewell party. It caused Guei to lose his innocence and now he’s become fond of this feeling. Throwing parties every day, squandering resources—now he can’t even get up, and you’re the one helping him send gifts!"
Brian: ...
He looked at Glenn without words, "Is it safe?"
Glenn scratched his head awkwardly, "It’s guaranteed safe. They are all professional modeling agency staff, and they’ll go through strict health checks. Oh, and Brian, we absolutely can’t let Team Leader Susan find out about this, otherwise she’s going to shoot..."
Team Leader Susan had handed Guei over to him with explicit instructions not to let Guei fool around with women.
He’d just let it slip.
"Shh~"
Suddenly, Brian’s nose and ears seemed to catch something, and he quickly gestured for Glenn to be quiet.
Glenn had yet to realize what this meant.
Puzzled, he said, "Shh what? Don’t be like that, I’ll treat you all to drinks. You understand, women can make men mature. Although he’s a bit obsessed, it’s a good thing. Guei now looks much more mature than before. Isn’t that the purpose of his coming here, I..."
He couldn’t continue.
For many days, Susan, who hadn’t been back to the office building, opened the office door with great interest, "Go on, why stop speaking?"
Brian spread his hands with a helpless look toward Glenn.
Good advice is wasted on the damned.
I told you to be quiet, but you kept talking...
Hope Glenn doesn’t end up too badly.
Since Susan had "eaten" Brian, she had become more sensitive and liked to make little jokes, not as aloof as before.
Glenn was now experiencing this firsthand.
The underground shooting range.
He was punched by Susan and flew five or six meters, lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, unable to get up for a long time.
Beside him, Susan rubbed her knuckles, "Stop playing dead, it’s just some external injuries. After work, you and Ivan handle Guei with this level of force. After all, he’s my relative, and I don’t feel right doing it myself."
The onlookers: ...
Their gazes silently turned toward Brian.
It felt like the team leader was becoming more and more like Brian.
Brian: ...
Happy wife, happy life, right!
...
After dealing with the bad influence Glenn.
Team Leader’s office.
Susan was curiously playing with a small meatball in her hand.
Crow had not grown feathers these past few days, just flesh, becoming round and chubby with a great feel.
It slept soundly, and even with Susan kneading it in various ways, there was no sign of awakening.
Beside her, Shi San looked at his mother dog pitifully, constantly whining softly, begging Susan to be gentler, yet not daring to speak loudly, only occasionally looking at Brian across from her, smoking, trying to get the big dog to uphold justice.
It had resisted, but was beaten by Susan.
After Susan broke through the First Rank of life, her hearing, dynamic vision, and muscle nerve recruitment abilities all significantly improved. Simply put, her five senses were more sensitive, she drew her gun faster, and her strength increased.
Shi San truly was no match.
Shi San felt very wronged.
The big dog had never hit him.
The mother dog was too mean!
It wanted to team up with the big dog to overturn the mother dog’s tyrannical rule!
Facing Shi San’s pleading eyes, Brian’s skin ultimately wasn’t that thick.
He coughed, "Susan, you’ve been working hard lately."
Susan tossed the meatball to Shi San and shook her head, "Not really, I found running the company quite interesting, especially watching the new slaughterhouse taking shape from an open ground. It feels quite fulfilling. Thanks for recommending the construction team from Hua Country. Their work efficiency is incredible—such a diligent nation."
Speaking of which.
She took out an invitation from her pocket, "Oh right, Brian, this is Linda’s graduation assessment invitation. Normally for these assessments, someone needs to follow to prevent the students from having accidents. She’s after all someone you brought back, so I planned for us to go together, to prevent her from dying in the assessment."
"It’s very dangerous?"
Brian hadn’t heard news about the lizard girl Linda for some time.
Susan nodded, "Yes, it’s very dangerous. It’s only in the face of life and death that one can see their potential for growth, feel their limits. This experience is very important. However, if someone is there, the students will usually suffer at most severe injuries, rarely dying."
"No problem..."
Brian responded noncommittally.
He looked down, recalling Susan’s words in his mind: only in the face of life and death can you feel your limits...
Yes, no wonder he had trained hard for over a month in Sword Skill, yet never touched upon the realm of Yagyuu Kojirou’s technique.
Ultimate Blade Technique, isn’t it the way of limits?
Ultimate Blade Technique is the sword skill that can only be cultivated in the face of life and death.
The question arose.
Now that he was so strong, who could make him feel his limits?
...
Seeing Brian lost in thought.
Susan asked with curiosity, "What are you thinking about?"
Brian lifted his head, "I’m thinking about what my limit is."
Susan paused for a moment, then revealed a meaningful smile. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
She stood up and kicked Shi San, "Shi San, go sleep outside. Brian and I have some matters to discuss and communicate."
Well, some matters are not suitable for children to see.
Shi San looked at Susan doubtfully, then at the equally baffled Brian, bit his little meatball and ran out, thoughtfully closing the door with his tail.
Brian: "Susan, you’ve misunderstood what I said about limits..."
"Shut up!"
Susan grabbed Brian by the collar and lifted him—this several-hundred-pound kid—behind the desk, "Lie down, don’t speak!"
She also wanted to know Brian’s limits...
