309: Chapter 203: Shi San, was it you who lured the ghost…
Mutant Beast over here?
309: Chapter 203: Shi San, was it you who lured the ghost…
Mutant Beast over here?
Bathroom.
Brian’s mouth opened slightly, aiming at the mouth of the glass bottle in front of him.
The mouse inside the bottle had been scurrying around the bottom, sensing danger and trying to escape, only to realize it was trapped with nowhere to go.
The next mont.
The mouse’s body stiffened, its body beginning to expand strangely, bit by bit.
Bang~
Blood and flesh flew in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the inside of the bottle beca a blown-apart ss of gore, slightly nauseating and creepy.
Brian set the glass bottle down with a tired look.
Around him were a dozen similar bottles, arranged in a heap.
Each bottle contained a mouse corpse, all differing in appearance; so had blood seeping from all orifices, so looked intact but were flattened, and others seed no different from sleeping, with no external injuries.
These were the results of Brian’s experints.
He gained ultrasonic shock perception from the little monster, and the abilities he could develop were far too many.
Low-frequency ultrasonic waves, similar to a bat’s echolocation, were like a low-grade radar, with a maximum effective range of about one kiloter after Brian’s tests.
However, the further the distance, the less aningful the detection, and it was impossible to distinguish between people and objects accurately, but in a sealed environnt, such as within a room, combined with supercomputer perception, it was a divine skill.
Brian could walk around his apartnt with his eyes closed without worrying about bumping into anything—almost the sa as with his eyes open, except that in his perception, he only saw the shapes of objects, not their colors or anything like that.
Mid-frequency ultrasonic waves were like an indiscriminate area-of-effect attack ability, which could cause creatures to inexplicably feel annoyed or depressed, or at worst, die.
Exposing a creature to mid-frequency ultrasonic waves for over thirty seconds would result in the creature mysteriously suffering from congested blood vessels and potentially fatal conditions like cerebral hemorrhage, heart attack, or thrombosis.
High-frequency ultrasonic waves had a single destructive effect.
The result…
was just like the fate of the little mouse just before.
Similar to a microwave, it would directly blow up the insides of a living being.
For all three types, the farther the distance, the poorer the effect.
Additionally, Brian could only barely control the direction of these sound waves, but he couldn’t use the ultrasonic waves like bullets, targeting a specific person precisely.
However, he could limit the attacking range with the help of tools.
The most useful tool turned out to be a pen holder.
This at least ensured that creatures within a few hundred ters were unaffected, as for beyond those few hundred ters, Brian estimated the effective distance to be around one kiloter.
This was tested on the pigeons he had encountered during his previous eting with Benjamin.
Standing a kiloter away and using his strong lung capacity, he continuously directed ultrasonic waves at those doves fond of dropping their ‘white bombs,’ and after about two seconds, a large number of doves fell from the sky like rain.
Against humans with stronger physical constitutions, the effective distance was only about two hundred ters.
After Brian’s experints.
The larger the creature, the closer it needed to be to inflict damage—with distance, or if the creature was very strong, the ultrasonic waves might only cause dizziness and nausea.
“Too bad there’s no suitable human criminal or such to test the effect and power control on ordinary people, this way I could achieve maximum destructive output…”
Brian pondered.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the gore in the bottle, and he was startled.
This attitude of his, how was it any different from Benjamin’s before?
He seed…
to be growing more indifferent to life.
Previously, as an autopsy officer’s assistant, he’d seen enough dead bodies to beco numb, but as the number of people he had killed was increasing…
Snap~
Brian gave himself a slap: “What the fuck am I thinking, to believe that I am a callous, bloodthirsty bad guy, what a joke, would a bad guy possess my kind of sensitive conscience?”
He sighed slightly at the sacrificed remains of a dozen mice.
He, as a man, was good in all aspects except that his heart was too soft, too kind…
…
You can never understand the logic and twists inside the mind of a man in an abnormal psychological state.
Like Brian.
After mumbling about being overly kind, he started searching online for where to buy a copper bell.
What ultrasonic attack?
This was clearly a soundless version of the Lion Roar Technique!
With a copper bell for amplification and an effective range of about a kiloter or so…
Brian thought about it and felt an imnse sense of security.
Most ard helicopters fly at altitudes with a ceiling of about six thousand ters, and most flights happen at around two thousand ters—except when traveling, they do not fly too high, and they deliberately lower their altitude to attack…
This ant Brian had very strong counterasures against such helpless weapons and human military forces.
Should anyone truly wish to harm him, without precautions, even if they could subdue Brian, the number of casualties would definitely be an exaggerated figure.
Not to ntion, Brian could directly control his body to change his height, appearance, physique, and facial structure, altering everything from bone to face, and could perfectly mimic even walking postures…
Additionally, he had an extrely low-grade Undying Body…
Brian thought about it and felt that he was becoming more and more twisted and difficult to deal with.
He was very satisfied.
This was how a BOSS Mutant should be.
Brian was a straightforward person; he had no mad ideas like destroying the world, his only obsession was that, should his identity be exposed one day, when people said he was dangerous, he truly would be dangerous.
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