?114: Chapter 102 Beastification Reagent_2 114: Chapter 102 Beastification Reagent_2 The NW intranet also had an introduction to this organization.

    After the Blood Moon phenomenon, a few financial groups invested in this guild, thus securing the legal right to hunt Mutants, but only Senior Bounty Hunters were qualified to participate.

    If what Sandy was saying was true.

    Then her parents must be pretty formidable.

    After some thought.

    Brian kicked the bald head of the ‘monster’ on the ground, “So he’s chasing you for that Beastification Reagent you mentioned?”

    Sandy nodded:

    “Yes, I acquired intelligence that the Aryan Brotherhood had purchased several doses of the Beastification Reagent, so I infiltrated them and stole one.

    Just let me go, and I will give the reagent to you.

    I really didn’t mean to drag you into danger, I had no idea there were cars on the road from that angle, it was purely accidental.

    If it really comes down to it.

    Can you wait until I’ve avenged my parents before killing me?”

    Looking at the pitifully pleading Sandy, a thought suddenly occurred to Brian.

    Mutants with enhanced neural reaction speeds were too unpredictable and hard to find, could he turn his attention to those Beastified People who possess animal-like reflexes?

    After all, if a gang could get ahold of it, it shouldn’t be too precious, right?

    He took out his satellite phone, stepped aside, and dialed Susan’s number.

    A moment later.

    Brian put away his phone.

    According to Susan, there indeed existed such a thing as a Beastification Potion, and many private organizations in the unknown Underworld had researched and circulated products derived from Mutants.

    However strong the effects of this stuff might be, the mortality rate after use was very high, with most accompanied by severe side effects.

    Out of humanitarianism.

    Official organizations had sealed off news about this on the surface.

    But in secret, on the black market, these things were in circulation.

    Brian guessed his uncle hadn’t recorded these, probably out of disdain.

    ...

    Brian returned to Sandy and said, “Good, you didn’t try to run.

    Now hand over the reagent you stole.

    If it checks out, you can live.”

    Sandy breathed a sigh of relief.

    With some reluctance, she went to her backpack, pulled at the small pendant on the zipper, and after tearing it off, revealed a metal injector about the size of a pinky finger: “This is...”

    “You sure?”

    Sandy nodded with certainty, “I’m sure, this is a Beastification Reagent mixed with several feline genes.

    If the Aryan Brotherhood got the real deal, then this is authentic.

    The reason I’ve held onto it until now is mostly out of fear of dying.”

    Taking the metal injector.

    Brian sniffed it and casually pocketed it, then opened the back door of his car, “Since both your parents are Bounty Hunters, and you seem to like money, are you interested in a deal?”

    Seeing Brian holding the money she had risked her life to steal and asking her if she wanted to make a deal.

    Sandy really wanted to pounce on him and bite him hard.

    But remembering the Ghoul who died inexplicably and miserably, Sandy earnestly nodded, “Definitely, definitely, I love doing missions the most.”

    “Very good.”

    Brian took out another Treatment Reagent he had exchanged:

    “I need you to go to the Underworld and collect all the information on Beastified People with neural responses beyond normal humans.

    For your reward, besides this money, I’ll also give you this Treatment Reagent from the Los Angeles NW Organization.”

    “Treatment Reagent?” Sandy’s eyes widened in realization, “No wonder I saw you get shot without any wounds.

    Are you with NW?”

    She was full of envy:

    “Los Angeles NW, the big city organization!

    I’ve heard the benefits are especially good there, with opportunities to exchange various Enhancement Reagents without side effects.

    It’s a shame I have so many criminal records, otherwise, I’d want to apply to join.”

    Brian shrugged, “Our team is short-staffed, if you help me complete this mission, I can guarantee your entry, and even join you later in avenging your parents.”

    “That good?” Sandy felt like she was dreaming.

    She somewhat regretted handing over that fake reagent.

    Should she confess...

    She was conflicted.

    “Just a small detail, oh and Sandy...” Brian suddenly said.

    Sandy, lost in thought, blankly lifted her head, only to be terrified to see a fist the size of a sandbag smashing toward her face.

    “Oof~”

    There came a crisp thud.

    Sandy’s head snapped back, her perfectly straight nose spurting out a stream of blood, her eyes rolling back as she fainted yet again.

    Looking at Sandy lying on the ground, in a peaceful sleeping posture.

    Brian checked her body to confirm there were no signs of Mutation, and thoughtfully stroked his chin, “Can’t even dodge an attack at normal human speed, and she’s clean too, so it seems she really didn’t inject any Beastification Reagent.”

    After redressing Sandy and tossing her into the back seat.

    Brian found the car of the guy he had killed not too far away, searched the corpse, and found nothing of value besides the customized gun and some special bullets.

    Back at the car.

    He gathered everything at the scene, expertly doused it with gasoline and set it alight, then scattered around a circle of chemical powder to confuse the scent.

    Having done all this.

    Brian called Shi San to get in the car, turned around, and headed back.

    ...

    “Stop pretending and wake up.”

    Brian glanced at the rearview mirror and spoke softly.

    Sandy held her swollen nose and said in a somewhat dry voice, “Brian, you seem quite skilled at managing the crime scene...”

    “As a professional Autopsy Officer, isn’t that basic professionalism?”