143: Chapter 125: Prey and Hunter 143: Chapter 125: Prey and Hunter When the adrenaline faded, Brian felt the pleasure of being torn apart.
He sank into the water, gritted his teeth, and deliberately did not use Gift Energy to heal his crumbling body.
Instead, he amplified the pain sent from his body through Supercomputer Perception to the maximum, bit by bit testing his tolerance for pain.
Until his whole body went numb.
Only then did Brian spit out a mouthful of blood and began to heal his body.
“Damn it, these FBI bastards!”
Feeling the warm current washing over his body, Brian couldn’t help but curse loudly!
Ever since dealing with the threat his uncle posed,
this was the first ti he had suffered such a big loss.
As the saying goes, taking a step back opens up new horizons, enduring for a mont brings even more anger!
When he was weak, he had to play dumb.
Now that he was this strong, even with all his gear, he still had to play dumb!
Wasn’t that denying his growth?
The remnants of the Blood Moon flickered in Brian’s eyes,
and his mood, unknowingly, beca more paranoid and arrogant.
A naless rage burned in his chest!
When all eight stored Gift Energies in his body were used up, and Brian still felt a bit of stinging in his body, he imdiately checked the four obsessions he had harvested.
Brian decided that if he could harvest extra Gift Energy, he would go after those FBI Hunting Team mbers!
He could change his shape, voice, and even restrain all his pheromones.
With Body Control, as long as there wasn’t severe mutilation, he could largely avoid leaking any physical information.
In such a situation, he still had to return disgraced.
Brian felt that the naless fire in his chest would burn him into madness!
…
The first three obsessions were harvested from that group hidden in the sewers, the Original Sect.
One belonged to a regular believer, one to the Bald Leader, and another to another unknown figure who was directly killed in an explosion.
Believer’s Obsession: Dedicated everything to the Original Totem.
Gift: 8 Gift Energy points.
Bald Leader’s Obsession: Obtain enough Water of Reason.
Gift One: 30 Gift Energy points.
Gift Two: 5 Gift Energy points Body Expansion
Unknown Mutant’s Obsession: Kill the Protheus Akachi priest!
Gift One: 25 Gift Energy points.
Gift Two: 5 Gift Energy points Beast Mutation
After accepting the Believer’s Obsession, Brian imdiately completed it, transforming it into a warm current that surged through his body.
“Eight Gift Energies…”
A smile appeared on Brian’s face.
It was enough.
He hadn’t expected the believer’s obsession to be completed imdiately.
After all, dying under the totem, losing his life, wasn’t it all dedicated to the Original Totem?
But why wasn’t this obsession counted as completed before?
Why did it only show as completed after he checked the content of the obsession?
Brian thought about his past experiences and guessed that it was because he was rushed at the ti and hadn’t checked the content of the obsession, akin to not accepting the obsession quest, thus it hadn’t been promptly completed!
However, the joy was not completed yet.
Another warm current surged through Brian’s body.
This ti, it was the unknown Mutant’s Obsession that was completed.
Brian suddenly realized, guessing that the so-called ghost priest must have been the Bald Leader he had killed.
These Mutants, compared to those brainwashed believers, were much more diocre, not only were their minds disordered, but they also begged for rcy, significantly weakening their will to fight.
This ti, Brian directly chose thirty Gift Energy points.
The talent of Beast Mutation was not much of an improvent for him and would only increase the pressure on his already struggling Spiritual Strength.
Ordinary talents, Brian didn’t plan to take at all.
With this, Brian instantly gained an additional thirty-eight Gift Energy points.
The completion of these two obsessions also incidentally healed his body, which hadn’t fully recovered yet.
A sensation of returning to his peak surged within Brian’s heart.
Thirty-eight Gift Energy points, enough for him to break through his body’s limits and enter his strongest form to unleash unstoppable power three or four tis!
Moreover, regarding counter-hunting, he didn’t care about exposure, not needing to worry about close combat at all!
…
Suppressing the urge to rush out and slaughter widely,
Brian continued to open the obsession of the man who claid to be a Beastman.
Beastman’s Obsession: Let the bastard who caused to lose my specially bred falcon with a clown mask, suffer the agony of a thousand insects devouring his body!
Gift One: 40 Gift Energy points.
Gift Two: 5 Gift Energy points Biological Control
Wow~
Brian was surprised.
This guy’s Gift was almost close to the Seven Sins Mutant – Glutton he had encountered before, even stronger than the Bald Leader!
The antagonist’s talent, Biological Control, Brian speculated, might be the secretion ofType a pheromone-like substance that could forcibly control insects or wild animals.
He had previously slled the special pheromones emitted from the opponent.
But recalling that falcon that suddenly attacked in a suicidal manner,
Brian guessed that the talent of Biological Control might also have so unknown ability for information linkage and transmission.
So strong!
Combined with his own “Pheromone Control” talent, it feels very fitting!
The only pity is that the other party’s obsession was to make him endure the pain of being devoured by ten thousand insects.
Now, that condition wasn’t t.
As for enduring the pain of being devoured by ten thousand insects?
Having experienced the helplessness of not being able to control his destiny, Brian simply didn’t care as long as he could gain power.
Pain was always better than when danger ca, and there was no power to resist.
At that mont, Brian sowhat understood his uncle Billy’s paranoia.
In this increasingly insane world.
Having no power to resist was more despairing than death itself.
Buzz, buzz, buzz~
Drones circling low overhead for the sixth ti sped past above Brian’s head.
It was probably a small squad loss that had angered this group of FBI Hunting Team mbers, who had been playing the roles of hunters and hadn’t given up their search of the surroundings after more than ten minutes.
Including special satellites unseen overhead.
Unless one could walk on the seabed, it was really hard for ordinary people to escape this group’s siege.
Unfortunately, they had encountered Brian, a madman.
An emotionally driven madman might do anything, unfathomable to anyone!
For instance: killing everyone, then there’s no siege!
Listening to the drone sound circling overhead, the remnants of the Blood Moon in Brian’s eyes flickered lightly, and his naless rage grew even more intense.
He didn’t rush to break out of the sea surface.
With a thought from Brian,
two dead people’s fulfilled obsessions instantly turned into a comforting energy, rging into his spiritual body.
A blissfully ecstatic joy surged in Brian’s heart.
This ti, the quality of the deceased was very high.
They were either mutants who had long resisted desires or ordinary sect believers who were severely brainwashed and extrely paranoid.
Their ntal willpower far exceeded the average person’s.
Although the spirit crystals of the two deceased did not further transform Brian’s spiritual strength, they restored his weary spirit to its peak and even strengthened it a bit.
After three successive fights.
Brian not only did not fall into a weakened state, but he was even stronger than before he left!
Waiting for the overhead drone to leave.
A clown mask slowly erged from the water surface.
It looked up at the bright moon overhead, and under the silver radiance, cold-colored lines sketched a mad, manic smile…
Four squads, twenty-four people, spread over a square kiloter area.
Disliking firearms, they were now wearing ergency-airlifted, heavy auxiliary combat exoskeletons, looking like emotionless robots, searching for any life forms emitting heat within their field of view.
Through the communication headset, a cold, chanical voice ca: The third Oden search is starting…
The four combat teams imdiately stopped to wait for the search results from the Oden satellite.
The exoskeleton equipnt they were currently equipped with was the Federation’s top-tier single combat gear, each unit costly, only used in special operations.
Deploying so many at once was quite the respect paid to this prey!
Once the opponent dared to appear, there was only one way it ended—death!
In the distant FBI Hunting Departnt base.
An old man with white hair, his deep eyes coldly watching the scene on the projection map.
The abilities of the Mutants were bizarre.
The Hunting Departnt had not experienced team losses during hunts.
But apart from that legendary figure, no one had ever slaughtered their hunting teams in an encirclent and escaped unscathed!
Under the crush of modern technology.
Flesh and blood Mutants were a joke!
Suddenly.
The old man’s gaze sharpened, looking at the red circle that suddenly appeared on the projection screen.
Inside the circle, a slim, tall figure smoothly erged from the chaotic rocks on the beach, looking up as if seeing the hovering Oden Super Vision satellite staring back at him…
What kind of eyes were these!
The elder watched the blood-colored eyes glaring under the madly laughing clown mask, feeling a chill in his heart even across vast distances.
Oden was a pursuit satellite, built irrespective of cost, far beyond the technology of this era, specially designed to hunt Special Mutants, where under supercomputer algorithms, the Super Vision Lens could see a person’s hair.
This made the projection image in front of him extrely realistic.
At this mont, the elder felt as if the prey stood right in front of him, locked in by Oden’s target, making eye contact through space.
The downstairs tech team had no idea what their supervisor was feeling at this mont.
Once Oden had locked in the target,
almost without any delay, the order from the Supercomputer Intelligence Center was transmitted to the four combat teams near the beach: Target spotted, drone combat group has locked in, Hunting Squad B4, please proceed to the marked location promptly.
The 24 expressionless Hunting Team mbers, powered by their external combat exoskeletons, burst into speeds of seventy to eighty kiloters per hour, rushing toward the drone-marked location.
Watching those marked combat unit points swiftly surround the madly laughing clown with Blood Eyes, the supervisor felt a slight relaxation inside.
Perhaps it was annoyed anger from being frightened!
He rarely picked up the communication device and transmitted to the combat team, “Target found, capture alive, airlift back to headquarters!”
He wanted to bring the adversary before him, step on his head, then watch those scientific researchers slowly dissect him, eventually taking out those detestable eyes to make into a specin, placing it on his office desk!
These Mutants, they are bugs, prey, resources!
No bug could make him afraid!
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