Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 509 - 281: Twisted and Brutal Genetic Chain, Challenge Dean Lao Deng (Combined - , Supplementary)_3

Chapter 509: Chapter 281: Twisted and Brutal Genetic Chain, Challenge Dean Lao Deng (Combined Chapter, Supplementary)_3

Brian’s mouth twitched.

What was happening?

It was too bizarre!

..

Inside the glass apparatus, it was all blood that had surged out from within the lab mice, including their skin and fur.

However, these substances looked somewhat off.

They seemed not fresh, as if the vital essence had been drained from the blood, flesh, and fur, lacking any active luster, which gave Brian a feeling of deathly stillness.

"I was just starting to flatter myself for being like a human..."

Brian sighed.

He picked up the body of a lab mouse and began the autopsy.

After dissecting the mouse,

Brian was surprised to discover that not only had the blood that had flowed from inside the mouse lost its vitality, but its internal tissue, flesh, and organs also seemed dry and shriveled...

After completely dismembering the mouse, Brian began his observation.

He finally understood why the mouse had met such a tragic death.

The genetic chain belonging to the mouse within its flesh and tissue had completely shattered, as if it had been subjected to intense nuclear radiation, and the only cells still active were those of Brian’s blood, scattered within.

Those blood cells, bolstered by a complete genetic chain, were filled with an aggressive nature, plundering all the nutritional substances from the organism to propagate.

This sensation was akin to injecting cancer cells into an organism.

Injecting cancer cells into a healthy person would provoke an immune rejection response.

The human immune system would attack these foreign entities, so it’s nearly impossible to be assimilated by cancer cells. At most, some parts of the body might develop abscesses, which would quickly be killed and eradicated by the immune system.

The situation of the lab mouse was similar to the principle of injecting cancer cells: the mouse’s immune system was no match for Brian’s cells.

But this process of plundering was too brutal, directly causing the complete breakdown of the mouse’s genetic chain.

"The problem is, my method was feeding, not injection..."

Brian frowned slightly.

Suddenly, he recalled the strange phenomenon of the blood ’melting upon entry.’

Could it be that his cells inherently possessed a high level of aggressiveness and, though it appeared to be ingestion, it was actually an active dispersing into nothingness, merging into the consuming organism’s mouth?

Thinking of this,

Brian quickly took out another lab mouse for an experiment.

This time, he fed the mouse processed blood.

Everything was the same as before.

The only difference was that this mouse remained lively throughout, and its vital energies were much stronger, showing none of the abnormal reactions of inner cellular consumption leading to genetic collapse...

Brian suddenly realized.

The true culprit was still his genetic chain.

...

Next, Brian conducted several more experiments.

This time, he did not use just lab mice and didn’t even touch the monkeys that were sent to him; instead, he directly opened the third cage.

Inside the cage was a man dressed in pure white, curled up in the corner, shivering with fear.

The man was tied up all over, his mouth stuffed with a fixed bar, making it difficult even to commit suicide.

Seeing someone lift the covering cloth, the man excitedly lifted his head, wanting to say something, but due to his mouth being blocked, he could only utter muffled whimpers.

Suddenly.

The man clearly saw the person outside and stiffened.

Then, as if seeing his sworn enemy, he whimpered even more fiercely, appearing extremely agitated.

Brian recognized the man and laughed, "Mr. Maggsi, it seems like you’ve been doing well in the research institute, you’ve even put on a bit of weight, spewing vitriol with such vigor."

Maggsi was the psychopath who, for a bit of money, had ruthlessly killed eight underprivileged individuals in order to shoot videos.

"Mmmph Mmmm!!!"

Maggsi glared at Brian with hate-filled eyes, the veins on the sides of his head bulging.

"Don’t worry, buddy."

Brian opened the cage, threw him onto the iron-rail bed to resecure him, and considerately explained,

"You’re in luck.

Besides being a law enforcement officer upholding justice, I’m also the head of a private research institute.

As you can see, I’m a considerate person.

After your trial, I directly bought you to conduct human research, saving you the hassle of going through prison, a form of humanized service..."

Amidst Maggsi’s frightened and furious gaze, Brian tore open the man’s chest skin and then dripped his own blood onto it...

He had experimented, and through the skin wouldn’t work, unless there was a wound on the skin’s surface.

Maggsi lasted longer than the lab mice.

He also endured the torment for a prolonged period.

That was the treat he deserved.

Perhaps because the journey was too painful, when Maggsi finally expired, he burst with obsession, wanting desperately to bite Brian to death, to eat his flesh, to drink his blood...

He had helped him atone for his sins, yet the other wanted to treat him with such cruelty.

Brian disliked this kind of ingratitude.

He refused the order.

...

After the selfless contributions of several lab rats and the mutant Maggsi,

Brian confirmed two things.

First, the cells throughout his body were extraordinarily active and possessed a strong aggressiveness and exclusivity.

In other words, if some fool dared to consume his flesh carrying the Genetic Chain, it would be like letting the Monkey King jump into their own stomach. If the poor sap’s genes weren’t strong enough, they’d be attacked by the cells in Brian’s flesh from inside their body, leading to a complete collapse of their genetic chain.

They’d die a miserable death.

Emphasize this, it’s the flesh that carries the Genetic Chain.

Second, Brian’s Genetic Chain is like a weapon that his cells use to attack and consume nutrients inside other organisms.

If he shed blood that didn’t carry the Genetic Chain into someone else’s body, it would actively integrate into that organism’s system, but without its aggressiveness, and be killed by the immune system, turning into pure energy and absorbed with the utmost efficiency.

After all, it still had to be transformed and absorbed by the digestive system.

He got this down pat, the energy carried by the cells directly merging into every cell in the organism’s body.

Brian felt somewhat uncomfortable about the results of this experiment.

Why didn’t his Genetic Chain inherit any of his character, acting so brutally?

Eh.

Being a normal person is hard indeed.

He also felt a bit scared.

Lucky for him, he wasn’t dumb enough to shoot Susan with ’live’ bullets; he’d used blanks instead. Otherwise, it would have been a real tragedy...

...

By the time Brian left the laboratory, it was already the morning of the next day.

Despite a sleepless night, he felt alert.

In the car, Shi San snuggled with the little Crow, sleeping soundly. Hearing some noise, but without even opening her eyes, she barked a greeting at Brian as he got into the car and pushed the little Crow into his arms.

The little Crow, now over a month old, had been trained quite well by Shi San.

It hopped onto Brian’s shoulder, announcing in a thick, slurry voice, "Big handsome, eat, big handsome, eat..."

As it spoke, its tiny head rubbed against Brian’s cheek.

"Grow up quickly, little meatball. You’ll have to work and pay off your debts!"

Brian stroked its head and flicked a Blood Pearl into its mouth.

His blood wasn’t cheap.

...

Today is a rest day.

Brian couldn’t be bothered to return to his crappy apartment.

He drove straight to the seaside.

The area was undeveloped, so there were hardly any people around.

After getting out of the car, Brian took a knife from the vehicle and stood waiting among the messy pile of stones.

After about fifteen minutes, a speedboat appeared in his view.

When it came closer,

a figure on the speedboat leaped over ten meters high, radiating heat, arcing through the air, covering nearly a hundred meters, and landed precisely on the reef in front of Brian.

Dean looked at Brian, puzzled, "What do you need from me?"

Brian waved the Small Tachi in his hand, "I want to see my own limits."

He had previously thought about directly seeking out the hidden FBI base in the mountains, possibly killing one or two from the Beast Pavilion along the way to satisfy a few-months-old obsession with the Mutant Beast. However, after he asked Susan, he learned that the base had already been hit by the Second Rank Life Mutant.

After the attack, who knew how many high-tech weapons were guarding the place now.

Brian just wanted to see his own limits and comprehend the Extreme Heart, not actually die.

The FBI wasn’t the neutered Japanese Self-defense Team.

Hadn’t they seen Second Rank Life Mutants go there and never return without stirring up the slightest ripple?

Brian estimated he needed to level up one more time before he could afford to go there and have a little fun.

Yet, Dean thought he might have misheard.

He frowned at Brian, "You mean, you want a fight with me?"

Brian nodded, "Yes, preferably the kind where you aim to kill me, but won’t actually do it..."

Dean: ...

He clenched his fist, "You’re asking for a lot, are you sure you want me to really hit you?"

"Positive!"

"Not going to run crying to Susan?"

"Nope!"

"Alright!"

Dean let out a sinister chuckle.

He had long wished to give this jerk a good beating!

Volunteering for a thrashing.

This was the first time he’d ever encountered such a request.