82: Chapter 74: How Did They Appear Here?
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After a gunshot echoed.
The farm finally plunged into utter silence.
Brian whistled and, with his left hand, scratched a line of text on the door fra, threw down a pig head toy under the surveillance cara’s gaze, and headed towards the dungeon.
Family?
Haha!
Whose family would choose to bury their own alive at the command of a Clan Leader?
Whose family would, for the sake of a madman’s idea, coerce their kin into madness and continue to oppress and deceive them?
Brian’s previous sense of belonging to his family was strong, as painful as his ti at the Forensic Bureau, as dutiful as he was in front of his adoptive parents; now to these traitors, his hatred was just as fiery!
Born twice a human.
Twice an orphan.
What Brian longed for the most was familial affection!
This was why he was willing to give up his career plans as a dentist, to join the Forensic Bureau, to face the bloody corpses day after day, to the point of almost having a ntal breakdown, before he thought to resign.
This was why he was willing to repeatedly strain and exhaust his body for the sake of his foster parents, and even risk joining the NW organization once more for an uncle’s illusory promise, all to allow two old people to leave this world with dignity.
And the result?
It was all a joke!
After tearing off the filter of kinship.
Those family mbers, except for his cousin Fooly, were nothing but a bunch of blood-stained scum in Brian’s eyes!
It was only because Uncle Billy had suddenly dissolved the family.
That so of the young relatives previously on Brian’s hit list had fled abroad.
Otherwise, after killing the uncle.
Brian would have chosen to continue the pursuit!
After killing so many people.
The afterimage of Blood Moon in Brian’s eyes appeared more and more frequently.
His heart was continually roaring with a voice!
Everyone who had deceived his emotions had to die!
…
Brian’s physique now compared to a professional athlete without any weaknesses.
A journey of over two kiloters.
It was hardly even a warm-up.
Soon, a small lake shimring with silvery gray light under the night sky appeared before him.
Finding a downwind spot.
Brian gently flared his nostrils.
A multitude of scents rushed into his nose and, with the aid of Supercomputer Perception, quickly sorted…
In a mont.
Brian’s brow furrowed under his mask.
The mountain breeze was strong here.
Scents dissipated quickly.
Apart from a faint sll of excrent in the direction of the mountain, he found no additional leads.
Brian glanced down at the heavy Bullet-Proof Vest he wore and without hesitation, headed straight for the small cabin halfway up the mountain.
Uncle might be tough, but he was just a gang leader.
And not one that had risen for long.
Labor here wasn’t cheap.
Transportation of materials and equipnt was also troubleso.
Setting up a lab in the mountains without drawing attention, even using existing caves, was bound to be small-scale.
Power supply and such were big problems.
Thus, it was unlikely that many surveillance and security asures would be set up outside.
The conditions weren’t there.
A small base ant fewer people.
Under these circumstances.
Unless there was heavy firepower.
In the narrow environnt.
Brian already possessed the ability to break the situation!
…
The cabin in the mountains appeared inconspicuous.
As a land of immigrants, the North Arican Federation, vast in land and sparse in population, had many similar constructs.
Brian approached the cabin against the wind direction, inching closer with extre caution.
When he got to about twenty ters away.
Two trails of scent wrapped in tobacco smoke drifted to him on the wind.
Brian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Two people!
He thought for a mont, secured his shotgun, and crept closer.
Getting close.
Idle chatter reached Brian’s ears:
“I don’t know when these days will end…”
“I miss the girls in the city too.”
…
Listening to their conversation.
Brian thought for a mont, picked up a stone from the ground, and accurately threw it onto the roof of the cabin.
With a light pat sound.
Silence fell inside the cabin.
After waiting a few seconds.
A guy wearing a heavy chanical helt opened the door, peering around cautiously.
The mont he saw the helt.
A pang struck Brian’s heart, and without hesitation, Fury!
A surge of adrenaline flooded every part of his body!
Under Supercomputer Perception.
Brian felt as if the entire world had entered slow motion.
Like a snake thrusting up from the ground or a frog springing into the air, he leapt up with his limbs splayed out, emitting a whooshing sound.
He pounced on the man stepping out of the door, grabbed his neck, and with a twist, brought him down.
One down.
Brian didn’t hesitate and rushed into the cabin.
Just as another man was about to press a button, Brian’s right leg shot up high, his heel striking with explosive force against the man’s jaw.
The heavy body was kicked up into the air, weightlessly hitting the ceiling before crashing down onto the ground with a twisted neck, lifeless.
Two down in quick succession.
The stabbing pain of tearing muscles surged through him.
Without hesitation, Brian used a unit of Gift Energy to start repairing his damaged body.
In just a mont,
he found a stone passage leading further inside along the wall abutting the mountain.
The cabin was indeed built over a cave entrance.
…
Brian wasn’t foolish enough to enter there.
As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows.
A man with Uncle’s personality would never leave just one exit.
Fortunately,
Brian had already located another exit by the scattered scent of excrent.
He removed a pair of Night Vision goggles from one of the dead guards.
Brian slid them under the oversized pig mask.
The next mont,
the world’s images appeared in a pale green hue.
After trying them for a mont,
Brian, disappointed, removed the Night Vision goggles and wiped off any potential traces.
This gadget wasn’t as useful as his own eyes plus Supercomputer Perception.
It would only limit his field of view.
Better not to wear them.
Since he couldn’t be certain the night watch wouldn’t periodically report in for safety,
Brian turned down a walkie-talkie to its lowest volu, then made his way toward the other entrance.
The other entrance was hidden in the forest, covered by a pile of fallen leaves.
If not for Brian’s keen canine nose and human brain, an ordinary person would not find this entrance without large-scale detection equipnt.
Perhaps it was for ergencies, to facilitate quick entry.
Below the wooden plank, there were no further locks or similar devices.
This spared Brian quite a bit of effort.
Following the path, Brian took out an outdoor glow stick, moving forward with its dim light.
After about ten seconds,
a large wooden plank blocked his way.
Brian gently pushed on the plank and easily pried open a small gap.
The next mont,
a stench of excrent, blood, sweat, and various other human odors flooded his senses.
Beyond that,
there were faint hums and screams intermittently coming through.
Without further hesitation, Brian shoved the plank open.
He was t with dim lighting.
Surrounded by iron bars, a wooden barrel fashioned into a latrine sat near the entrance.
This place turned out to be a prison-like room.
Seeing no one around,
Brian crawled out of the passage into the room.
After ensuring there were no other disturbances, he began to survey the area in the dim light.
A narrow corridor had ten tiny rooms on each side,
although these rooms were empty.
Following the wails and hums he had heard, Brian stepped out of the corridor.
His view suddenly cleared.
He was on an upper level, akin to a basent.
At the end of the corridor were rows of even worse partitioned ‘bathrooms.’
Indeed, bathrooms.
Much like the partitioned squat toilets with flushing tanks that Brian rembered from his previous life’s school days.
Each open-topped compartnt probably asured just about a square ter and each held a person, both n and won.
In total, there were about seven or eight people restrained by chains locked to their ankles, restricting their movent.
In fact,
they couldn’t even lie down.
Their eyes had gone blank, only instinctively groaning.
It was impossible to know what they had endured there.
Suddenly,
Brian’s gaze shifted to the rear, to a significantly larger compartnt.
Inside, people were also locked up,
but it wasn’t just one person; it was a man and a woman.
By their looks,
neither was particularly young.
Among this group, the feeble cries of despair were coming from them.
The two were huddled together, occasionally jerking as if addicts in the throes of withdrawal.
…
Brian thought he was seeing things.
He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and only after several tis was he finally sure: that old couple…
was actually his foster parents!
The problem was,
just a few days ago,
he had visited them in the sanatorium!
And the fee for his cousin Fooly had just been paid the day before yesterday!
How could they end up here?
The corners of Brian’s mouth, hidden under the pig mask, split open.
This was getting more and more interesting.
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