Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 516 - 284: I Came to the Right Place Today! (Two in One, Supplementary)_2
Chapter 516: Chapter 284: I Came to the Right Place Today! (Two in One, Supplementary)_2
Brian stuffed a banknote into the man’s hand and turned to leave.
Looking at the twenty US dollars in his hand, the long-haired man felt a twinge of annoyance.
Who the hell gives away money after just a brief chat!
Turns out he’s a rich sucker.
If only I had taken the job!
...
Evening.
Now disguised as Yagyuu Kojirou, Brian, dressed in a full samurai get-up, leaped through the mountain streams like a ghost; each bound covered twenty to thirty meters, treating the rugged canyon terrain as flat ground as he hurried towards the coordinates he had gotten from the bar.
The information from the long-haired man had saved Brian a lot of effort.
Bars were places for boastful talk, especially one frequented by old-timers.
When people age, what they enjoy most is reminiscing.
A trivial matter could turn into a dish to accompany their drinks during the boredom of their lives, a topic to talk about for ages.
Effortlessly, Brian extracted the coordinates of the explosion site from the lips of those park patrols and old hunters.
After drinking too much, these people even swore up and down that there was no way it was a natural gas explosion; surely, it was a conspiracy by the Z government conducting some sort of weapons test that set off the blast.
People around here loved to talk about such theories, and many believed them.
Others claimed that there definitely was a military base underground, blah blah blah, saying that decades ago, there were mining companies that spent a lot of time around here, and then the story disappeared without a trace, surely they took the opportunity to dig a military base in the mountains...
If drunks could guess the truth, one could imagine how implausible it was to set up a base in a tourist site.
Recalling his focus, Brian slowed down.
He had arrived at the spot.
He found a vantage point and, ignoring the dim surroundings, scanned the area, easily spotting a fenced-off section.
After the explosion, the military had intervened and cordoned off the area.
Of course, the official explanation was to eliminate potential natural threats and protect the lives of tourists. Plus, since this wasn’t a main tourist route and lacked public facilities, it didn’t attract much attention.
It was a valley, and outside the valley flowed a wide stream, which was actually a tributary of the Vicin River. Many gold prospectors had been active in the area, but with little to show for it. As mining policies in Alaska loosened up over time, this place gradually emptied.
Visible a few kilometers away on the sandy cliff terrain, one could see some rotting wooden houses.
These houses were the dwellings left by gold prospectors in earlier years.
Beyond the houses lay a coniferous forest.
On the surface, there were no signs of habitation, let alone a base of any kind.
However, Brian detected the strong scent of beastly musk and the lingering odor of gunpowder in the air.
Normally, the forest has a strong self-cleaning ability. Days after, the lingering strong odors indicated that the blast was truly significant at the time.
Brian was about to leap into the valley ahead to investigate.
Suddenly,
A wave undetectable by ordinary people, an invisible fluctuation, came from above and enveloped his vicinity.
Ultrasonic exploration!
Following the direction of the wave, Brian looked towards a sandy cliff in the distance.
Amidst the dark of night, unbeknownst to him, a hovering figure with flapping wings was hidden in the clouds, watching his direction.
The next moment,
A sense of danger surged inside him.
Almost instinctively, Brian drew his sword and slashed fiercely to the side.
Boom~
A bone spur shot at him was cleaved in half by the razor-sharp blade.
Only after the bone spur was sliced did a whistling sound, sharp as a whistle, follow.
The projectile speed of the bone spur had actually surpassed the speed of sound.
Brian held his sword and glared at someone several hundred meters away, speaking in Japanese, "Come out!"
"Yagyuu Kojirou?"
Before the enemy across the river could respond, a figure suddenly descended from the sky—the flying creature that had detected Brian earlier.
It looked bizarre, with two bony, clearly segmented black wings enveloping its body and an odd mouthpiece covering its mouth; its voice was hoarse, and its eyes red, resembling a bat come to life.
The Bat-man glanced at the cut surface of the bone spur on the ground, then at the sword in Brian’s hand: "You look the same, fight the same, and your strength matches the profile... It seems you are Kojirou from Japan. What are you doing in our Beast Cage?"
Whoosh~
The winds howled.
Two more figures rushed over from the opposite side of the river.
One was a short, white woman, but her hands were bizarre, covered in bone spurs with a strange structure, at first glance a monster.
The other was someone whose facial features were unclear, head covered with a very sci-fi metal helmet with many wires connected to the back of his head, somewhat reminiscent of a brain-machine interface.
...
Seeing Brian sizing them up,
The Bat-man’s red eyes flickered with irritation: "Yagyuu Kojirou, the Beast Cage has been attacked, and this area has become a trap zone. Leave here, enter the base through another passage, don’t disturb our work!"
If he hadn’t heard that this guy was powerful, he would have attacked long ago.
Brian, eyeing the virtual lines in his sight, chuckled lightly in Japanese, "Beast Cage, quite a fitting name, a cage to confine you beasts, haha..."
Interesting, does Yagyuu Kojirou have some relation with the FBI?
As his voice fell, an ominous chill ran through everyone present.
"Something’s not right, be careful!"
Before the Bat-man could finish,
A flash of the sword,
A deformed head soared into the air.
