Adrenaline Berserker, Interrogation (Thanks to 80s Angler for the double alliance leader reward!)

Friends who often killed people all knew this.

Killing was easy. Disposal was hard.

It was not easy to make a person vanish perfectly from the world.

But that was only true for ordinary people.

In an instant, many practical methods surfaced in Brian's mind: pour them in cement and dump them into the sea, chemically corrode and bury them, dig a pit and bury the body, grind them up and feed them to fish, pet cremation, private crematoriums, dog-farm breeding, pig-farm digestion.

These were all methods that left relatively few loose ends.

But none of them suited Brian's current situation.

He was somewhat drained now.

This was the aftereffect of passively triggering the talent "Wrath."

Brian had once read a real report.

In 1982, in Georgia, Angela Carvalho of Lawrenceville, in order to save her son who was pinned under a truck, had an adrenaline surge and actually lifted that 1964 Chevrolet Impala truck by sheer force.

There were many similar examples.

The human body was a very wondrous structure.

Humans simply lacked certain switches to unlock those wonders.

The Wrath talent was just such a key.

When Brian's emotions ran high, it could stimulate his body to secrete large amounts of adrenaline comparable to stimulants, unlock the body's self-protection limits, and unleash the strength of his muscle fibers to the greatest extent.

The most miraculous part was this.

This passive talent would control that adrenaline secretion within a range his body could endure.

More importantly, he could also obtain gifts from corpses and use the strengthening those gifts gave his body to repair the hidden damage caused by constantly erupting adrenaline.

This meant something.

From now on, Brian had become an unconventional adrenaline berserker. Once he encountered a crisis, he could burst out with strength and speed far beyond his usual limits, gaining the ability to resolve the crisis. Afterward, at most, his body would only be drained.

That felt damn good!

Unfortunately, that detective had not dropped a new obsession.

Otherwise, it would have felt even better!

He had no suitable tools.

His body was drained too.

Under these circumstances, was there any simple, convenient, and very safe way to dispose of a corpse?

There was.

Use nature!

When disposing of a body.

The biggest difficulty lay in the corpse being exposed.

Here in America, very few people left their genetic information in DNA databases.

So as long as no one could find a complete corpse, or even if they did find it, could not determine the deceased's identity, that would be enough.

The suburban environment provided convenience for that.

After Brian recovered a little strength, he endured the hollow feeling in his body, threw the detective's corpse into the car trunk, gave the scene a simple cleanup, then drove straight away.

He was not worried that the detective had told anyone else about the situation before taking action.

Because if that had been the case, he would not have come alone.

Nor did Brian want to investigate why the man had come to find him privately.

When a person died, it was all over.

None of that mattered.

What Brian had to do was dispose of the body, then hurry back and sleep.

He still had work tomorrow!

After getting some distance from the cemetery.

Brian drove straight off the main road, chose a pathless mountain route, and charged in. Only when there were no traces of human habitation around did he get out, strip every miscellaneous item from the detective's body, and set them on fire.

After the flames burned down to ash and he covered them with clumps of weeds.

Brian took the stripped corpse from the car and, using the turtle-shell bondage technique he had learned in his previous life, wrapped it round after round, secured it to the hole for mounting the tow hook at the rear of the car, then began off-roading.

The area he had chosen.

Was sandy, windblown ground.

As the corpse rubbed rapidly against the ground, blood and flesh began separating and blending into the sand and gravel.

Actually, by this point.

Even if those chunks of flesh and organs were discovered, it would no longer matter much.

Identifying the body would be a major problem.

That alone would be a major challenge.

One day later.

Those bloody traces would turn dark black.

The flesh and organs would begin to rot.

Half a month later.

Every trace left here would be gradually covered by nature's wind and sun.

By the time Brian stopped the car.

All that remained at the rope connection behind the car was a skeleton with little flesh left on it.

A skeleton was much easier to deal with.

Brian drove straight to another stretch of road with more mountain woods, scattered the bones one by one into the grass, then buried the skull separately. After finishing all that, he took off his outer clothes and burned them.

By the time he returned to the city.

It was already past three in the morning.

He found a twenty-four-hour self-service car wash.

After washing the car.

Only then did Brian drag his exhausted body back to his apartment.

A sleepless night.

Brian slept for only a little over two hours before getting up early and using chemical reagents to clean the vehicle again. Only when even his enhanced scent could detect nothing but the smell of chemicals on the car did he finally relax completely.

When he had time later.

He would also replace all four tires on the car.

After all, the person he had killed was a detective.

There was no such thing as being too careful.

After finishing all this.

Yawning, Brian filled up the car with gas, then drove to the meeting place he had agreed on with Susan.

Their task today was to investigate Li Sen.

The meeting place they had chosen was the café opposite the hotel where Li Sen worked.

Susan arrived even earlier than Brian.

Today, she was dressed very sharply.

Her long blond hair was tied up, and she wore a short hunting outfit. At her waist, one on each side, hung two large revolvers that were especially eye-catching.

If not for the LAPD badge hanging prominently on her chest.

Brian suspected Susan might not even have been allowed into this café.

Susan had probably been here for a while. She was sitting in her seat with her head lowered, toying with a bullet and staring into space.

"Morning."

Brian sat down across from Susan and greeted her.

At the sound of his voice.

Susan raised her head. Seeing the two dark circles under Brian's eyes, her bold brows drew together. "You didn't rest well last night?"

Brian picked up the coffee in front of Susan and drained it in one go before yawning and saying, "Sorry, team leader. You know I used to stay at the forensic bureau. I rarely went out into the field, let alone questioned people. I was so nervous I barely slept all night."

Susan had a very forthright personality.

She did not mind Brian's action. Instead, she comforted him. "It's not hard. Don't worry. Leave it to me in a bit."

In truth, Susan had no experience interrogating people either.

But her Uncle Baviel, who was a supervisor in NW Department's external affairs, was an expert at this.

After pestering him on the phone for over an hour last night.

Susan believed she had already grasped the essence of interrogation.

The two briefly discussed how they would divide the work later, then walked toward the hotel.

Susan's outfit was far too eye-catching.

Before the two of them had even entered, the lobby manager, who had been flirting with the black-stockinged female receptionist at the front desk, immediately came over to greet them.

After learning why they had come.

To prevent the guests coming and going from misunderstanding.

The lobby manager even specially arranged an employee break room for Susan and Brian to rest in temporarily, which would also make the questioning later more convenient.

"Once Li Sen comes in, block the doorway."

"Guard the door. Don't worry about anything else!"

After Susan finished giving Brian her instructions with a serious look, she began warming up.

Brian stared at the girl as she clenched her fists and kicked her legs, completely baffled.

He had not seen much of the world.

So, question.

Before asking someone questions, did you have to limber up first?

Thanks to reader "Post-80s Fisherman" for the 200,000 book-coin tip. Thank you, boss. To be honest, I'm a little dazed.

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