173: Chapter 143: The Fierce Old Man with Severe ntal Illness 173: Chapter 143: The Fierce Old Man with Severe ntal Illness Ming Lai Street was located on the east side of downtown Los Angeles.
This area was full of gangs, the poor, and undocunted immigrants, either considered a poor district or just regular old communities.
The taxes gathered here were minimal, so police stations were sparsely distributed, and there were fewer establishnts like community policing centers, leading to fewer patrol officers and consequently average public safety.
Most thefts and robberies in the area were contributed by this side of town.
The Hollywood district where Group B6 was located had a relatively better economy and therefore fewer cases, most being assignnts outside the city area or cases transferred from nearby groups.
If Group B6 were assigned here, with just a few people in the group, they would definitely be overwheld.
Brian’s second-hand car blended perfectly into the environnt here, completely unremarkable.
Twenty minutes later,
he arrived at Ming Lai Street.
It was a dilapidated comrcial street with seemingly little pedestrian traffic, filled with shops selling clothing, children’s apparel, cheap branded industrial products, and more.
There were also quite a few Chinese restaurants here.
Brian even spotted a stir-fried noodle shop.
“It seems there’s a Chinese community nearby…”
Brian’s mood considerably brightened, and he quickened his pace.
A few ters behind him, a cute, cream-colored Labrador puppy with a tal tag appeared to be sniffing around and wandering everywhere, but in reality, its large eyes occasionally scanned Brian’s surroundings, checking for anyone suspicious observing Brian.
The puppy was actually Shi San.
Its current task was that of a Sentinel.
…
After walking over six hundred ters, Brian finally saw the sign for “Daddy’s Grocery Store” at the end of the street.
However, the grocery store seed to be closed.
Brian took a deep breath.
A surge of scents entered his nostrils, were analyzed, and ford recognitions, erging in his mind.
A flash of confusion crossed his eyes, “Strange, why can’t I sll the residue from the letter?”
With his confusion,
Brian stepped forward and knocked on the door.
After a long wait, there was no response inside.
Just then,
an inconspicuous old Chinese man sunbathing next door opened his eyes and said to Brian, “They’re closed today.”
The old man looked dried up and skinny, with ssy hair and a sowhat unkempt appearance, and whiskers on both cheeks that made him resemble a large rat,
the kind that would scurry away at any disturbance.
Brian eyed the old man before cocking his head and softly asking in Chinese, “Macho man?”
Under the Supercomputer Perception Eagle Eye,
he had noticed that this old man had been surreptitiously sizing him up ever since he got closer.
But the old man’s appearance really didn’t match that of a macho man.
That was why Brian’s tone carried uncertainty.
“Damn it!”
The old man couldn’t pretend any longer, “You brat, calling random nas, co with !”
After speaking, he stepped away with his short legs and disappeared into the alley behind him.
Brian gestured to Shi San behind him to not follow, and then he proceeded into the alley.
After passing through the alley,
the old man arrived in front of a unit door and beckoned to Brian.
Brian, whose strength had greatly increased, and with several tall and short buildings around not fearing ordinary light fire ambushes, followed without much hesitation.
They reached an old apartnt on the sixth floor and the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Find yourself a place to sit, I’ll talk to you in a bit.”
After saying that, he went to the TV in the living room and turned it on.
The screen lit up, displaying surveillance footage of “Daddy’s Grocery Store” from six different unobstructed angles…
Brian:…
Seeing that the old man didn’t seem malicious, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you in trouble now?”
“Eh,” the old man sat on the couch and pounded his back, “I don’t know why, but after eating, I felt a chilling cold, as if an air conditioner was blowing on …”
While speaking, he rubbed his dry palms together and stood up uneasily, “Strange, why do I feel colder than before, sothing’s wrong, surely soone has targeted .”
Brian:…
He thought quickly, reduced his heart rate to the lowest, and concealed all his leaking aura, his gaze towards the old man softened as well.
“Huh~”
The old man who had just stood up, uttered a sound of surprise, “Why isn’t it cold anymore?”
“Such keen perception!”
Brian marveled internally.
He had realized that the old man in front of him was definitely a Mutant, and a perceptual type at that.
He had sensed Brian’s murderous intent since receiving his letter.
Unbelievable!
This was the first ti Brian had encountered a Mutant Ability similar to his own Rule Type.
…
To avoid making the old man suspicious,
Brian took the initiative, frowning, “If you need, I can introduce you to a good psychiatrist.”
The old man rolled his eyes, “Stop pretending, since I wrote you that letter, it ans I know so of your situation, just didn’t expect your Chinese to be so good, still true to your one-eighth Chinese heritage.”
Seeing this, Brian sat near the door, “Okay, my uncle’s identity is sensitive and I work in governnt.
By the way, where is he now?
I haven’t been able to contact my uncle for a long ti.”
“He’s dead.”
The old man sighed, “He and I had an agreent to contact each other once a month.
If contact was lost, he would reach out to you.
After the second radiation exposure, he nearly went out of control.
No contact with ans consider him gone.”
Brian slightly narrowed his eyes, “So you just sent the letter directly to my workplace?”
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