Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 379 - 234: The Truth, Obsession Fulfilled (First Subscription Plus 10 Extra)

Chapter 379: Chapter 234: The Truth, Obsession Fulfilled (First Subscription Plus 10 Extra)

"Whoa, so many eyes."

Brian treaded water as he moved across the surface like a ghostly apparition, approaching the tree at a steady pace: "Buddy, come down and let’s talk."

Reinhardt slowly emerged from behind the tree.

He was particularly tall. Even hunching his back, he stood over one meter ninety, as if his joints were filled with an unknown substance that stretched his entire body.

The other man’s condition was also not good.

The cavity in his abdomen, torn by large-caliber bullets, showed no sign of healing, and a large amount of green fluid was gushing from it, nearly draining him dry.

The two locked eyes.

Reinhardt’s gaze landed on Brian’s submerged shins: "Are you also a Beastification Transformed Person?"

Brian shook his head: "No, this is just a technique of exerting force. In fact, if you can control all the muscles in your body, you can also do many amazing things."

"That’s nice."

Reinhardt gave a sincere appraisal: "Much better than being a monster like me. By the way, I heard Flory mention your name, are you Brian?"

"Yes," Brian nodded: "It seems my fishing plan worked. Are you Reinhardt?"

"So it was all your design."

Reinhardt’s expression darkened: "Do you realize that because of your plan, more than four townsfolk have died? Those beasts didn’t treat people like humans at all!"

Brian looked strangely at the creature before him.

He exerted force on his feet and moved to the shore, stepping in front of the other:

"Don’t you find your words ironic?

Should those children in the camps have burnt to death alive?

Kullos originally had a decent family environment. Did he deserve to be turned into a monster by you and even become a cannibal?

What’s the difference between you and Ellie and the others?"

"What do you know?"

Reinhardt became even angrier.

He spat out two mouthfuls of green fluid, his compound eyes angrily glaring at Brian: "If it weren’t for me, more than just a few people would have died!"

Seeing no signs of him making a move.

Brian pulled out a cigarette, threw one to Reinhardt, and also lit a mosquito coil for himself, then tossed the lighter in front of the other:

"It looks like you’re about to die.

Ellie’s people were really ruthless.

The gunshot wounds on you must be from bullets over 20mm; they can shred 20mm thick steel plates within a thousand meters. You’re pretty amazing to have survived.

While you can still breathe, why not talk about this?

I want to know the truth, and you probably aren’t content either. Maybe I can help you fulfill some last wish. You might not know this, but I love listening to stories and helping people."

Still feeling not satisfied.

Brian also pulled out two pieces of ’Heavenly Grass’ he found in a cave and chewed on them.

Seeing his savageness, Reinhardt’s mouth twitched.

The stuff was highly hallucinogenic, even he found it hard to resist.

That meant the pretty boy before him had a physique stronger than his monstrous body.

This was the first time he had seen such a beast.

...

After a moment of silence.

Reinhardt, while spitting blood, sat down cross-legged.

He picked up the cigarette and lighter from the ground, lit it, took a few puffs, and then slowly began:

"This story is long.

I’ll start with my misfortune. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Many years ago, I was an orphan and grew up thanks to the kindness of the townspeople. I’m very grateful to them.

As I got older, I always thought about doing something to give back to everyone.

But I was too ordinary.

No high education, no outstanding talents.

I realized that an ordinary person like me could only hope to find opportunities to make money in a big city, so I left Orlan and went to New York.

To be honest, I was disappointed.

It was bustling and there were many people, but many things were uncomfortable for a kid from a small town like me.

Then.

I learned a new lesson, that an ordinary person in a different environment is still very ordinary.

I could only work mechanically as a dishwasher, a helper, a waiter; the pay was meager, barely enough to survive. Even though I worked like my Chinese colleagues for eleven or twelve hours a day, I couldn’t save much money.

Anyway, a lot of things happened in between.

I got hooked on drugs and even took out high-interest loans from gangs.

To pay back the money, I was even forced to participate in some underground medical trials.

There were too many people like me at the bottom in New York.

I should have ended up like them, become a street vagrant, slowly rotting, and eventually swallowed by that big city, becoming its nourishment.

Until I was scheduled for a new drug trial.

I’m not sure of the results, but afterwards, I was taken by car to a building lit only by lights.

They locked me up.

There were many men and women like me around.

Then came various liquids injected into our bodies.

Some people died, died horribly.

Some people were fine before they went to sleep, but when they woke up, their whole body was covered in abscesses, yellow-brown fluid moving under their skin, and you could even see some insects in it.

Yes, insects, very disgusting things.

I knew I was done.

I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn’t.

Those white-coats were very experienced and took all measures not to waste.

Anyway, I was lucky and eventually became a Transformed Person.

I was special, adapting to the insect transformation, particularly a strong mantis combatant.

Perhaps for that reason.

I had the opportunity to join them, but a special chip was implanted in my head that could locate and even detonate at any time.

They also implanted various metal grids on my body, and my head was replaced by a disgusting thing, turned into a metal state.