108: Chapter 97 Shi San’s Transformation, Investigation Results (Thanks to the book friend ‘曲罢不知人在否’ for the alliance leader!) 108: Chapter 97 Shi San’s Transformation, Investigation Results (Thanks to the book friend ‘曲罢不知人在否’ for the alliance leader!) On the way back,
Brian received Susan’s apology ssage, “Take a maximum of three days off, and if you don’t co back after three days, I’ll blow your head off!!!”
The tone and style of the ssage were very much like Susan.
He whistled.
Driving to the used market, Brian sold his car at a low price, then went to the auto supermarket and bought a second-hand, durable pickup truck for over twenty thousand US dollars before returning to his apartnt.
He hadn’t even entered yet.
Click.
The door was opened from the inside.
Accompanied by the iron door slowly sliding back.
Shi San, who had awoken, squatted on the ground, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail rrily, welcoming Brian back.
Brian looked at the opened door, then at Shi San, “Did you open the door?”
“Woof woof~”
Shi San nodded its dog head.
…
After so testing,
Brian discovered that Shi San had beco more spiritual than before and had gained stronger mimicking and learning abilities.
Besides that,
Shi San’s perception had also greatly improved.
Even through buildings and stairs, it could sense Brian’s approach from twenty ters away.
This was no longer sothing achievable by re sll.
This made Brian realize that, compared to humans, animals possess far more miraculous sensory organs.
Also, the special scent that Shi San had before had beco even more intense and stable,
This kind of scent or a different kind of force field was sothing Brian had only felt from Uncle Billy and the Mutant Beast.
There was a similarity in Shi San’s special scent.
He couldn’t say whether it was a scent or a special force field emitted by the body itself.
But it probably wasn’t a bad thing.
After all, whether it was Uncle Billy or the Mutant Beast, neither was easy to deal with.
Could this be a kind of tiger’s might, an individual life energy field?
Regarding Shi San’s improved mimicking ability, it reminded Brian of the two Mutant Beasts before.
Their techniques, whether for killing people or disposing of bodies, were likely imitations of humans, yet they lacked the essence, which led to the exposure of the bodies, revealing themselves.
The killing technique was probably adapted from those four young people’s thod of consumption, a venting of inner malice.
The body disposal thod could only be that of those with Taotie tattoos who captured them.
Looking at this,
those with Taotie tattoos were not good people.
…
There was still no news from the Tarot Card.
Brian simply took Shi San out for a walk, teaching it through pheromones and language while letting it gain a clearer understanding of the world.
Dogs are inherently very spiritual animals.
The best among them, once educated, can have an intelligence comparable to a seven or eight-year-old child.
After so testing.
Brian was surprised to find that although Shi San was only two or three months old, its intelligence and alertness were already not inferior to that of cognitively imperfect children.
He sowhat suspected that Shi San might also be a Mutant Beast.
But seeing it foolishly running around without any ulterior motives, Brian dismissed that thought.
The dog obviously had a good heart like him.
It couldn’t be a bad dog.
Just then,
A Dalmatian passed by carrying a bone, and Shi San, who was strolling around, actually ran up to the dog much larger than itself and emitted a threatening growl.
As if seeing a natural enemy, the Dalmatian imdiately dropped the large bone in front of Shi San and ran off with its tail between its legs.
“Woof woof~”
Shi San picked up the large bone and ran back to Brian, showing off to him.
Brian:…
But then again, although Shi San was timid and relied on human presence to bully the weak but fear the strong, it was still a two-month-old baby and shouldn’t be overly blad.
Brian believed that under his influence, Shi San would beco a good dog in the future.
And Brian was now certain that the special scent on Shi San was similar to the tiger’s might, a kind of imposing or life energy field.
Because along the way, the stray dogs they encountered, no matter how big or fierce-looking, would subconsciously avoid Shi San.
This reminded Brian of the ti before he received the Blood Moon Gift, when just a stare from Uncle Billy had distracted him for a long ti.
The special force field around Uncle Billy was probably similar.
Perhaps, when the life energy of a species becos strong enough, the body naturally emits this type of life energy field that only wild animals can sense.
Brian also slled himself.
The result was nothing.
Probably because his enhancent level wasn’t high enough.
..
After playing for a day,
Shi San was still full of energy, continuously emitting pleasant pheromones.
This was the first ti Brian, the dog boss, had truly taken it out for a stroll.
It was very happy.
…
In the evening,
Before there was any news from the Tarot Card, Susan had already sold all of Brian’s remaining rit points.
Through the contact thod,
Brian logged into the NW internal website and processed the transfers one by one.
By nine o’clock,
He had received virtual currency worth approximately three million six hundred thousand US dollars at market price.
In other words,
One rit point was priced at about forty thousand US dollars.
As Susan had said, the price of rit points, under unwritten rules, wasn’t considered high.
But he had no choice.
If you don’t exchange these for reagents, you can only exchange with those fixed people inside.
Those people, to protect their own interests, have their own unwritten rules; they won’t set the stakes too high or too low.
Mostly, to have you engage with them, they offer special resources: for instance, sending a female celebrity to your bed or other exclusive temptations.
The internal exchange rate of rit points cannot possibly match that at auctions.
Last ti when Brian killed the Highly Polluted Mutant – Mad Dog Ike, his team received a one million US dollar reward, simply because the B6 unit was shorthanded, making it seem like everyone got a lot of money.
Such cases are indeed rare.
At this point in ti, the purchasing power of the US dollar was still very strong.
And another thing, after getting into the NW internal network, Brian understood that every state and county in the United States had organizations like NW, a ss of consortiums, plus organizations like the FBI…
Common reagents aren’t that valuable.
Only those like the life-prolonging ones or like the last ti, the limited production special reagents, really attract greedy gazes.
As for rit points, they can only be used inside the NW organization, at most if you hoard them and don’t use them, so people might sche to fulfill their goals.
A small amount, if you sell, is best; if not, hardly anyone cares.
After converting virtual currency into cash, transferring it into his undisclosed overseas account, Brian went straight to the hospital for his part-ti job after dinner, taking Shi San with him.
Today’s security are different people.
But still, with money, Brian managed to blend in.
His excuse also changed to praying for the dead, achieving spiritual satisfaction and peace.
At midnight.
Just when Brian thought he wouldn’t gain anything today, an old man’s body was wheeled into the morgue by a janitor.
Above the body, a small red sphere slowly ford.
Brian greeted the janitor, ca over to the body, prayed, and at the sa ti a ssage flooded his mind: “I hid all the pain dication prescribed by the doctor in a secret compartnt in the bedside drawer, hoping Jimmy would find these painkillers and sell them to breathe life into his weary existence..”
After finishing the prayer.
Brian said to the janitor, “He doesn’t seem to have passed peacefully, cancer?”
The janitor nodded, “Bone cancer, poor financial condition, the hospital will, out of humanitarianism, prescribe only conservative dicines, hoping his son will co to send him off…”
Conservative dications are basically strong prescription painkillers, sa ingredients as narcotics but legally drugs, with large and generous demand in Los Angeles’s black market.
Many celebrities, who lead disorganized personal lives, favor these “legal narcotics”.
General hospitals would pay attention to the privacy of patients.
But with deceased patients who lack family around, the janitors could afford to be more careless, allowing Brian to extract quite a bit of information.
The old man’s wife died early, he only had one son who often ssed around outside, telling the old man he was doing business outside, but the business environnt was tough, often writing to ask the old man for money.
The old man was elderly and oblivious to these matters.
But the people around him, from hearing so things about his son, knew he was a bastard that deceived the elderly.
“Jimmy…”
Brian grinned, called for Shi San who was hiding in the security room enjoying the air conditioning, and left the hospital.
An hour later.
In an alley near the old man’s ho.
A middle-aged punk with red hair, many earrings, and a nose ring, felt uneasy when facing a man wearing a clown mask.
“Are you saying my father left a lot of money?” Jimmy touched the gun at his waist, bolstering his courage.
He wouldn’t have co out at this ti if the other party hadn’t ntioned there was money.
Brian tilted his head and looked at the old man’s beloved son, tossing a bag in front of him, “Your father passed away tonight, he died in agony because he refused to take the strong pain dication prescribed by the doctor, wanting to leave you so money.”
Jimmy carefully picked up the bag, seeing the labels on those bottles, he showed a relieved smile, perfunctorily said, “Got it, thank you, good Samaritan.
I will bring fresh flowers to my father’s grave to show my gratitude.”
Feeling a warm flow within.
Brian knew the old man’s obsession had been fulfilled.
He curiously said, “Aren’t you sad?
From now on, you have nowhere to co from, your future is just a countdown.”
Jimmy looked at Brian dumbfoundedly,
“Who cares, maybe I’ll die tomorrow too.
Everyone dies.
I am very grateful for what my father did for .
But I am his son, he gave birth to to suffer, he should pay for , it’s what I deserve.
Well then, pal.
Thanks for not hiding these dications.
How about a drink, it’s on .”
“Forget it, I hope this money brings you so ease,” Brian shook his head, stepping back into the shadows.
“What a weirdo,” Jimmy reopened the bag, chuckling and whistling into the distance.
Several people ran over, “How is it, Jimmy, you weren’t tricked, were you?”
“It’s real, so prescription drugs my father left for , probably can sell for two to three thousand dollars, let’s go, I’ve got money again, it’s on today.”
Jimmy happily said.
The group, chatting and laughing, drove away.
At the top of the alley.
Brian watched the departing cars, turned to Shi San at his side, “Shi San, let’s go ho.”
He did nothing unnecessary.
The father was willing to sacrifice for his son, it wasn’t a criminal act.
As for what a jerk Jimmy was..
It wasn’t his business.
A busy night, gained 6 feedback energy.
Ordinary people’s obsessions are easy to fulfill, but the reward is small, only suitable as a guaranteed inco, accumulating little by little.
Current reserve energy: 13 points.
Not bad.
The next day.
While Brian was still sleeping, a call ca through: “Respected custor 3221, your commission has been completed, please log in to XXX to verify reception.”
The chanical voice ended.
Brian’s disposable phone card also received a webpage and a key.
He jumped out of bed, flung Shi San, who was lying on his stomach off, grood and dressed, then drove to a café, using its Wi-Fi, logged onto the website.
After entering the key.
The rough details of two pieces of intelligence appeared before him.
A little over a day.
The two pieces of intelligence he was investigating had results!
The Tarot Card intelligence organization, impressive!
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