54: Chapter 46: A Real Man Never Looks Back at the Explosion!
54: Chapter 46: A Real Man Never Looks Back at the Explosion!
Brian was surprised.
Karen’s corpse actually burst out an Obsession Little Ball.
The ball was a vibrant color, blackish red.
It showed how deep Karen’s obsession was before she died!
With anticipation, Brian leaned over the foul-slling pit, scooping the Obsession Little Ball into his hands.
The ball cracked.
A new obsession surged into Brian’s mind: kill Brian, let him taste the agony of being torn apart by a thousand snakes!
Brian smirked.
He suddenly thought of a joke, “Who down there dares to accuse ?”
“Sorry, buddy, but I hate pain and fear death, so you’ll just have to die with your eyes open.”
Brian expelled Karen’s final obsession from his mind.
He refused this job!
…
After processing the scene.
Brian dressed in new clothes and headed towards the address Karen had provided.
He was in luck.
Karen had previously worked with Vadim, the leader of Team A1, and had done many dirty deeds for him, so he knew where Vadim lived.
Vadim now lived in his mistress’s house.
This guy was no saint.
He’d slept with soone’s wife and then tried to kill him.
After killing him.
He moved into the man’s house, living under his wedding photos, galloping every day…
What a soap opera.
Brian wasn’t one to ddle.
Unfortunately.
Vadim had now crossed him.
…
Thirty minutes later.
Outside a suburban villa, Brian eyed the tall boundary walls and dense surveillance caras and frowned.
He imdiately recognized that the villa had a robust security system.
Such systems, common in Arican standalone residences, not only provided angle-free monitoring of the entire living area but typically included a panic room, a one-touch alarm button, and a deeply embedded independent power supply.
So top-notch security systems even had facial recognition at this point in ti.
Should an outsider break in,
An alarm would sound.
Although the villa in front of him might not have such high-level features,
Brian wasn’t confident he could infiltrate without making a sound.
He lacked so professional experience.
Moreover, though he moved unimpeded now, his leg, with a fractured bone, throbbed with pain constantly; he just bore it silently.
Actions like running.
Were currently impossible for him.
After so thought.
Brian, dressed in a butcher’s leather apron, in specially made shoes, and wearing a pig mask, making his figure bulky, returned to his car, fetched two tied zap straps, and bravely walked under the surveillance, climbed over the fence, and entered.
Monts later.
He crossed the outdoor swimming pool, climbed up to the second-floor terrace, and saw a couple lying in the master bedroom.
Brian had seen Vadim’s handso photos on the official website.
It was unmistakably him.
“They actually left the balcony door open.
Probably because the lovebirds on the bed had been working out their bodies out on the deck yesterday, against the great outdoors…”
Brian whistled softly, climbed down carefully, returned to the front gate, picked up a stone, engraved a row of letters on it with his left hand, placed a thumb-sized, gruesoly detailed pig head sculpture on it, then moved down and yanked off the detonation cord.
After a silent three-second count.
A perfect arc sailed through the opened sliding window, landing in the middle of the man and woman on the bed.
Vadim felt sothing hit him and groggily opened his eyes.
Hmm?
Oh!
Explosives!!!
His eyes widened, and he quickly tried to roll under the bed.
Unfortunately.
Brian had tid it perfectly!
The next mont.
A loud explosion.
Countless pieces of glass shattered from every corner of the villa, crashing to the ground.
Snap~
A strong, battered arm fell from the sky, landing right in front of Brian who was walking away from the villa, not looking back.
Brian expressionlessly stepped over the arm and climbed over the iron gate again, disappearing under the surveillance.
A real man never looks back at explosions!
…
Back in Los Angeles.
Brian didn’t rush back to his apartnt.
He first drove his beat-up car to a poorly secured neighborhood, took off the clothes and hood he was wearing, and threw them all into a pitch-black oil drum with random graffiti still on it.
He poured acid to corrode them, then sprinkled gasoline and lit it up.
After doing all this.
He tightened the hood around his head and walked away.
The remaining tools.
He had already disposed of them on the road.
As for that used car, which had been cleaned of traces and deliberately left unlocked with the keys still in it.
It wouldn’t take two hours.
So early-rising diligent young man from the community would take care of this car for him, swapping plates and modifying it, erasing the last traces he had left…
…
A few hours later.
Just past nine o’clock in the morning.
Yawning and leaning on a cane, Brian walked out of the apartnt, “Team leader, what’s up?”
He had originally used Supercomputer Perception to carefully repair many small fractures and re-open them to ensure they were nearly the sa as before, and was ready to rest well, when Susan called him downstairs.
With no choice.
Brian had to co down again, pushing through his ntal fatigue.
Susan was obviously in a good mood today.
She patted her Ford Mustang, “Get in, I’ve got so good news.
It’s boring to celebrate alone, co with and have a look!”
Brian: …
He looked at his foot secured in a splint, “I’m a patient.”
“So what if you’re a patient!” Susan’s eyes widened, “You’re going to work in a few days anyway, start getting used to it today!”
“Alright.”
Brian had to endure his fatigue and get in the car.
…
Susan was considerate, helping him with support and fetching his cane, even giving him a fragrant neck pillow.
But she drove too fast.
And chuckled foolishly from ti to ti.
It made Brian worry about a potential car accident.
Just to be safe.
He used a third of the remaining Gift Energy, avoiding his injured left foot, and enhanced his body.
The Enhancent feeling was minimal.
But the accompanying recovery ability did lift his spirits quite a bit.
He was really afraid to die.
Susan didn’t disclose the destination, just drove towards the suburbs.
Brian tried to make conversation, but she ignored him, only chuckling from ti to ti.
Out of boredom.
Brian simply used ‘Supercomputer Perception’ to further optimize that rudintary panel.
This ti, a new attribute was added: Energy.
This energy was the energy from the deceased that Brian gained each ti.
From his current experience.
After completing a deceased’s Gift, there were mainly three kinds of rewards.
One: Pure physical enhancent energy.
The amount of energy varied, mainly depending on the strength of the deceased’s obsession.
Two: A small amount of energy a skill.
Three: A small amount of energy a talent.
Besides.
After completing a human’s obsession, a death replay would also be obtained, and after the replay, the residual crystal would slightly enhance Brian’s Spiritual Strength.
For the convenience of (readers).
Brian simply used the experience of repairing his body this ti to convert the energy strength needed to fully repair a fracture into unit 1.
Based on this calculation.
He had 2 units of Gift Energy left.
He needed to replenish it soon.
…
As Susan drove out of the Los Angeles area.
A subtle change appeared on Brian’s face.
This route looked very familiar.
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