105: Chapter 94: Harvest and the Monster’s Obsession (March Monthly Bonus 2) 105: Chapter 94: Harvest and the Monster’s Obsession (March Monthly Bonus 2) “Of course not.
For the sake of protecting the interests of the families and consortiums behind NW, the reagents that staff mbers exchange can only be used by themselves or given to relatives.
If it’s discovered that soone is selling them privately, the consequences are very serious.
And the United States is so big, there are quite a few organizations similar to NW.
Ordinary reagents are far from as precious as you might imagine.
What’s valuable are those reagents that are produced in limited quantities and have unique effects, like the one you received as a reward after you killed the Transforr last ti.
Those are the kind of precious reagents that people are willing to pay a high price to trade with you for.”
“Then why did you say you can’t protect my ager rit points, Captain?”
Susan rolled her eyes:
“Why are you even dumber than .
A small amount of rit points, no one would care about, but nearly two hundred can be exchanged for about a dozen ordinary reagents.
That is enough to attract the attention of any power.
For them,
money can’t buy reagents at the base; they must first exchange for extra rit points through you employees, before they can use those rit points to exchange for reagents.
This model was actually established by the founders of NW for the benefit of the employees, setting a rule pattern.
But under the unwritten rules, everyone will keep the price of rit points within a reasonable range, not like an auction that allows staff to gain too much benefit.
Although you have quite a lot of rit points in your hands, whether you exchange them for money or sothing else, it’s actually only worth a few million dollars at most, not too high.
At that ti, everyone will co looking for you to discuss a trade.
In this process, there will inevitably be so petty people.
For you, these people are the biggest trouble.
So most employees, upon receiving a large amount of rit points, their first thought is to exchange them for reagents, and if they don’t need them, they look for the purchasing agent with whom they have a good relationship and exchange for the resources they want.
There are very few who exchange for cash.”
Brian was well aware of these things, but he was just teasing Susan: “Captain, you sure know a lot.”
Susan flashed a smile: “My father told all this.
So, are you sure you want to exchange it for money?
If you’re sure, I’ll let my family handle the exchange.”
“Definitely!”
…
Brian exchanged his rit points for body Enhancent Reagents to give himself a reasonable explanation for his increasingly strong physical fitness, and the remaining points Susan turned into money on his behalf, sending out a ssage to the outside world: I’m one of Susan’s people!
He had thought about using rit points to build connections.
But upon further thought,
Susan was already the best connection he could have!
Susan had strength, background, and so emotional foundation with him, she was straightforward, protective, and importantly, she was well-shaped, pretty, and her circle was clean.
Except for being sowhat bloody and violent,
Brian could hardly think of any flaws in Susan.
So why bother building other connections?
Simply connect with Susan.
…
Although Susan felt it was a waste for Brian to exchange rit points for money, she didn’t try to convince him otherwise.
It was Brian’s freedom.
She nodded, “Then do you have any other needs?
Like custom weapons, equipnt, or sothing else?”
“Is that possible?”
Susan nodded: “Not just anyone is qualified to buy rit points; there are unwritten rules involved.
Money, for those people, is just a number.
It’s the precious resources that are of value.”
Hearing this, Brian tentatively asked, “Is there a sufficiently confidential source of intelligence available?”
His previous sources of intelligence were through the black market, not very secure.
“An intelligence source?”
Susan pondered for a mont before nodding:
“When I was working in the security team, a colleague ntioned an intelligence organization that is well-known in the rcenary world, called Tarot Card.
Apart from so intelligence between major countries which they don’t touch, as long as you can pay the price, they can help you investigate anything you want to know, and they’re quite principled, a hundred-year-old organization.
You don’t need to find soone to exchange for this.
Once I find out the trading thod, I’ll tell you directly.”
Brian was delighted to hear this.
That way, his investigations into the Transforr’s and now the Mutant Beast’s obsessions both had hope.
He nodded to Susan: “Thanks, in that case, I don’t have any other needs.
Try to exchange for more money for , and I’d like an untraceable high-value overseas account.”
Such accounts, after a few transfers, would take an enormous effort to track down.
Those who have the capability wouldn’t bother spending that energy on a minor figure like Brian, and those without it, even if they wanted to, wouldn’t have the ans.
“No problem.”
Susan didn’t ask too much, and readily agreed.
Everyone has their own secrets.
As long as there was no malice towards herself, Susan wouldn’t pry into these matters.
It was just her nature.
Otherwise, when she first started her job, she would have thoroughly investigated the status of Brian and his comrades.
…
To avoid trouble upon returning to the NW base,
Brian and his partner directly deboarded at the previous temporary camp.
The several C-sequence logistics personnel and ard soldiers who were responsible for having the camp’s police sign confidentiality agreents also returned to the transport helicopter and left.
It was unclear what those people said, but the atmosphere in the camp seed a bit eerie.
Everyone was sitting apart, not talking, just staring blankly.
Seeing this,
Brian asked Susan for the monster’s head wrapped in clothing, took it, and approached the middle-aged police officer who had lost his daughter.
Slling the strong scent of blood,
the middle-aged police officer sitting in front of his daughter’s body raised his head, his gaze focusing on what was in Brian’s hands, “What is that?”
“The monster’s head!
They had two heads, both have been killed,” Brian unveiled the clothing, revealing the monster’s hideous head with ghastly fangs.
“A six-man squad was entirely wiped out for this.
Susan and I also nearly died at the hands of the monsters, but fortunately, the outco is good.
We killed them.”
Looking at the fierce monster face, and the still-quivering at buds on the neck, the middle-aged police officer felt both anger and fear.
He really wanted to pounce on it, to punch and to bite, to vent the pain of losing his daughter.
But…
A turmoil of emotions surged in his heart, and eventually, all turned into tears of indescribable taste.
The man, holding his head, began to cry loudly, “Thank you, thank you, Brian…”
Brian rewrapped the head, patted his shoulder, “Please keep the monster’s situation confidential, and don’t forget to email the ti of your daughter’s funeral.
When the ti cos, I hope to be there to offer my blessings.”
“I will!”
“Mm!”
Brian nodded, turned, and left.
At this mont, his figure, in the eyes of the patrol officers sneaking peeks this way, was tall and upright—a kind, trustworthy, and capable good person!
After today, these people would beco the voice spreading Brian’s reputation in the lower ranks of the Los Angeles police force.
…
Late at night.
Brian glanced at Susan, who was sleeping soundly in his arms with Shi San, and whispered into the darkness ahead, “If you have sothing to say, co out.
Why hide there?”
A few seconds later.
Black police officer Green sat down in front of Brian with so trepidation, “Autopsy Officer Brian, I want to work with you.”
Brian didn’t ask why he wanted to tag along or anything like that.
He simply nodded, “No problem, as long as you can discover the real truth behind this case, I’ll ask the squad leader to take you on.”
This Green had shown he had so brains during the earlier vagrant case and now encountering him again, he was the first among the group of officers to approach him, indicating an aptitude to seize the opportunity.
Taking him on was good, even for running errands.
As for loyalty…
Brian didn’t believe in that sort of thing.
Hearing that he needed to investigate a case related to monsters, fear flashed in Green’s eyes.
But thinking about his own family situation, and having heard of the benefits of the NW operations, he didn’t hesitate for a few seconds before decisively nodding in agreent.
After escorting Green away, Brian closed his eyes again.
He was genuinely curious about the two Mutant Beasts.
Even now,
He didn’t know what the monsters truly were.
Ghastly faces with sharp fangs.
Do such creatures really exist?
…
The next day.
The group packed up their things and, carrying the body of the fallen female officer, returned to the outside world.
Green, ard with the information provided by Brian, called up a few friends, equipped with guns and ammunition, and re-entered Forest Park.
It’s rare to et a benefactor, rare to find an opportunity.
He was ready to fight for his future!
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