Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 431 - 256: Taking the Initiative2

As for other thods, Li Ang had specifically hired two professional chefs to prepare the fish in various ways.

Perhaps due to the absorption of the Psychic Crystal, the at of this mutated flipperfish was completely unlike that of its species, and instead, was closer to beef, extraordinarily tough.

Strangely enough, although the at felt tough to eat, it was extrely easy to digest, almost as easy as drinking water. It practically passed through Li Ang’s stomach and was fully absorbed in no ti at all.

Even though eating a whole day’s serving might not guarantee even 0.1 Break Limit Point, the Breakthrough Points provided were considerable, highlighting the fish at’s rich nutritional value.

Li Ang roughly estimated that with his high-intensity training, he might consu around a hundred pounds of fish at a day. After discarding the inedible parts, and considering ten tons in total, it would be enough for about two hundred days, which wasn’t really that much.

A few days passed, and the worksite in his yard was nearing completion. It was precisely at this ti that news ca from the police station.

As he had expected, so people had started to trace this batch of fish at back to the police station.

Li Ang raised an eyebrow, surprised at how quickly they had managed to track it back here.

If they were to dig deeper, they might make the connection to him, having previously had conflicts with him in the sa city. Instead of waiting for them to co knocking, he decided to take the initiative and eliminate the threat in its infancy.

That very night, Li Ang put on the heavy Protective Suit he had never before used, ard himself with various weapons, and set out fully equipped.

For this kind of head-on confrontation, this heavy-duty Protective Suit was the most appropriate.

After so many losses on their part, they surely must have learned their lesson by now, so the firepower in their hands definitely wouldn’t be weak.

...

At this mont, in a temporary outpost of an unknown organization, a lean young man about six-foot-three with snow-white hair and a handso face, looking to be in his twenties, slapped the table impatiently and said:

"I say, can the efficiency of your investigation team be any higher? Don’t waste my ti; I don’t have all day to spend here with you."

About twenty people were present in the room, but as soon as he opened his mouth, all other voices fell silent, his status obviously very high.

Not only was his white hair eye-catching, in such a cold winter night, he was wearing only a yellow SpongeBob SquarePants T-shirt, which also demonstrated his distinctiveness.

"I think ’Lightning’ is right, we don’t need to make such a fuss. Why don’t we just grab soone from the police station and ask them?"

Though the white-haired man standing six-foot-three was already quite tall, this muscular man with deep-set brown eyes and a buzz cut surpassed six-foot-six. He took up more space sitting on the couch than two people would.

If ’Lightning’s’ comnt was just a complaint, then this man’s words were downright arrogant.

The leader of the headquarters’ investigation team hurriedly advised:

"King Kong, we have already tried to speed up the investigation as much as possible, but going directly to the police station to grab soone for questioning is still too risky. No matter what, it is still an official Arican institution. Privately, we may not care much, but publicly, we need to take it seriously."

The big fellow was a typical example of brawn over brains, but even he dared not offend him too much, as the man was an important figure in the organization, a veritable cash cow.

The investigation team leader showed outward respect, but in reality, he did not hold these Mutant Warriors in high regard.

What era is it now? It’s true that these Mutant Warriors are much stronger than ordinary people, but they have not exceeded the scope of carbon-based life forms. A single RPG would settle them down.

Their mutations did not give them fantastical superpowers like in the movies, such as spewing fire, flying, or shooting lasers,

The organization invested so much effort into this research not essentially to create these Mutant Warriors; rather, these Mutant Warriors could only be considered a byproduct.

Those imperfect Mutant Warriors were basically used for secondary research. The organization’s main goal was to develop a technology, a genetic technology.

It ensured that humans’ physical fitness, appearance, disease resistance, lifespan, and so on could be safely and effectively improved. To so extent, the research they were doing was actually beneficial to humanity, only that the process was sowhat unsavory.

This is also why the [Unknown] organization had so much support: those with more money than they could spend often had only one wish left in the end—to live a little longer and continue enjoying life.

The more perfect and stable Mutant Warriors were generally used to beco high-level operatives, executing tricky tasks, or serving as the organization’s money-making tools.

"King Kong," for instance, he did both jobs.

Under normal circumstances, he was the star of the underground fighting arenas. In such places, where there was no need for drug testing and the rules were extrely simple, he was absolutely a killing machine. Even real professional boxers, coming here, would end up getting brutally beaten by him.

By supplying talent to the underground fighting arenas, the [Unknown] organization could also earn a considerable amount of research funding.

Whether it’s "Lightning" or "King Kong," these nas might sound a bit juvenile, but in reality, they weren’t nicknas because they never had any to begin with.

As a Mutant Warrior recruit taken away from an early age, they had forgotten their own nas long ago, or perhaps never had the chance to be nad. All they had were codes made up of numbers and letters.

Only a few lucky ones, those who managed to survive and had positive mutant abilities, would get a proper na, similar to a moniker like "Lightning."

Therefore, their lives weren’t exactly pleasant, which is why almost every one of them had sowhat quirky personalities.

"Alright, you guys keep working overti, I won’t join you," said the white-haired youth "Lightning" as he stood up and stretched, then added, "I’ve got cartoons to watch."

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At this ti, Li Ang had arrived near the entrance of the police station. The intel he had was that several people had been loitering around the entrance of the police station today, seemingly recording those entering and exiting.

So Li Ang also ca over to try his luck. Given their high-efficiency investigation, they might even work overti through the evening.

If he couldn’t catch anyone on the spot, he would have to use his connections at the police station to retrieve surveillance footage to track them down.

Li Ang sat in his car, and even with only the dim streetlights for illumination, he could still clearly see people over a hundred ters away.

Before long, he indeed spotted soone acting suspiciously.

It was mainly because there were so few people around at night, making any little action quite conspicuous.

The person, like him, was sitting in a car, but at this distance, while Li Ang could see him clearly, the person could not see Li Ang.

Li Ang got out of the car, and in the next mont, he was already beside the vehicle.

"Thump thump!"

John, the duty guard, was actually getting a bit drowsy, especially since he barely saw a few people coming in and out. The sudden sound of knocking on the car window jolted him awake.

He instinctively looked toward the source of the sound but didn’t see anyone, only a figure in a bulky Protective Suit.