Real Men Never Look Back at Explosions!

To Brian's surprise, An Obsession Orb had actually dropped from Karen's corpse.

The orb was vivid in color, a red so deep it looked almost black.

It showed just how heavy Karen's obsession had been before he died!

Filled with anticipation, Brian lay down in front of the foul-smelling pit and fished the Obsession Orb into his hand.

The orb shattered.

A new obsession surged into Brian's mind: kill Brian, and let him taste the agony of being torn apart by ten thousand snakes!

Brian curled his lip.

He suddenly thought of a joke: who stands below the bench, and why do you accuse this official?

"Buddy, sorry, but I'm afraid of pain and death. You'll just have to die with your eyes open."

Brian drove Karen's final obsession out of his mind.

He refused this job!

After cleaning up the scene, Brian put on fresh clothes and headed for the address Karen had provided.

His luck was pretty good.

Karen had previously followed Vadim, the leader of A1 Team, and had helped him with plenty of dirty work, so he knew where Vadim lived.

Vadim was currently living at the home of a mistress he had hooked up with.

This guy was no good either.

He slept with another man's wife and still wanted to have him killed.

After having him killed, he even moved into the man's home, galloping wildly every day right in front of the man's wedding photo.

What kind of sleazy soap-opera script was this?

Brian was not the type to meddle in other people's business.

Unfortunately, the other party had now provoked him.

More than thirty minutes later, outside a suburban villa, Brian looked at the tall courtyard walls and the dense network of surveillance cameras, and frowned.

At a glance, he recognized that this villa had a very good security system installed.

This kind of system was very common in detached homes in America. Not only could it monitor the entire living area with no blind spots, it usually also had a safe room inside, a one-touch alarm button, and a deeply buried, independent power supply system installed.

Some top-tier security systems even had facial recognition at this point in time.

Once an outsider broke in, an alarm would sound.

The villa in front of him was probably not that advanced.

But Brian was not confident he could sneak in without making a sound.

He lacked some professional experience.

Besides, although he seemed to have no problem moving around right now, the fractured wound in his leg was actually sending waves of intense pain through him at every moment; he was merely enduring it.

Things like running, he currently could not do.

After thinking it over, Brian draped himself in the butcher's leather apron, stepped into his specially made shoes, put on the Pig Head Mask, and returned to the car with a bloated figure. After taking out two Pull-string Detonators tied together, he simply swaggered up beneath the surveillance cameras, climbed over the gate, and went inside.

A moment later, he crossed the outdoor swimming pool, climbed onto the second-floor platform, and saw a man and a woman lying on the bed in the master bedroom.

Brian had seen Vadim's handsome photo on the official website.

It was definitely him.

"He actually didn't close the big balcony window.

"I bet those dogs in bed were out on the big platform yesterday, exercising in front of nature."

Brian whistled, carefully climbed back down, returned to the front gate, took out a stone, carved a line of letters on it with his left hand, then placed on it a thumb-sized, bloody-looking Pig Head Sculpture. Afterward, he came below, pulled off the detonator in his hand.

After silently counting three seconds, an arc sliced with pinpoint precision through the open sliding window and landed between the man and woman on the bed.

Vadim felt something hit him and opened his eyes groggily.

Hm?

Mm!

Explosives!!!

His eyes flew wide, and he reacted with incredible speed, trying to roll under the bed.

Too bad.

Brian had timed it perfectly!

The next moment—

There was a deafening boom.

Countless panes of glass shattered into fragments, bursting out from every part of the villa and smashing onto the ground.

Thud~

A strong, powerful, mangled arm fell from the sky, landing right in front of Brian as he walked away with his back to the villa.

Expressionless, Brian stepped over the severed arm, climbed over the iron gate again, and disappeared beneath the surveillance cameras.

A real man never looked back at explosions!

After returning to Los Angeles, Brian was in no hurry to go back to his apartment.

He first drove the beat-up car to a neighborhood with terrible public security, threw all the clothes and head covering he had changed out of into a pitch-black oil drum still covered in messy graffiti, poured in corrosive sulfuric acid, then sprinkled gasoline over it and lit it.

After doing all this, he pulled his hood tight and turned to leave.

As for the remaining tools, he had already disposed of them along the way.

And as for that battered secondhand car, which had already had its traces cleaned once, whose door he had deliberately left slightly open, and whose key he had left inside, within two hours, some hardworking young guy from the neighborhood, up early in the morning, would help him deal with the secondhand car, swap the plates, modify it, and erase the last traces he had left behind.

A few hours later, a little past nine in the morning, Brian yawned, leaned on his crutch, and walked out of his apartment. "Chief, what's up?"

He had originally used Super-Calculation Perception to carefully reopen many of the bone-fracture gaps that had repaired themselves, ensuring they looked roughly the same as before, and had been planning to get some proper rest. But then Susan had called and told him to come downstairs.

Having no choice, Brian could only drag his mentally exhausted self back down.

Susan was clearly in a very good mood today.

She patted her Ford Mustang. "Hurry up and get in. I got some good news. Sharing it alone would be too boring, so come take a look with me!"

Brian:

He looked at his foot, which was bound in a splint. "I'm a patient."

"So what if you're a patient!" Susan's pretty eyes widened. "You're coming back to work in a few days anyway. Get used to it early today!"

"Fine."

Brian had no choice but to endure his exhaustion and get into the car.

Susan was considerate enough, helping him in, taking his crutch for him, and even putting a fragrant neck pillow behind Brian.

She just drove a little fast.

And giggled foolishly from time to time.

It made Brian very worried they might get into a crash.

To be safe, he even deliberately used one-third of his remaining gift energy to strengthen his body once, avoiding his injured left foot.

The strengthening sensation was barely noticeable.

But the recovery ability that came with it at least improved his spirits quite a bit.

There was no helping it. He was truly afraid of dying.

Susan did not say where they were going. The car headed toward the suburbs.

Brian tried to strike up a conversation, but she ignored him and merely giggled foolishly now and then.

Out of boredom, Brian simply used "Super-Calculation Perception" to further optimize that crude panel.

This time, there was one more attribute: Energy.

This energy was the same energy of the dead that Brian obtained each time.

According to his current experience.

Each time he completed a Gift of the Dead, there were mainly three kinds of rewards.

First: pure body-strengthening energy.

As for the amount of energy, it varied, mainly depending on the strength of the dead person's obsession.

Second: a small amount of energy + a skill.

Third: a small amount of energy + a talent.

Other than that.

After the obsession of a human dead person was fulfilled, he would also receive a death replay. Once the replay ended, the remaining crystal would slightly strengthen Brian's mental strength.

For the readers' convenience.

Brian simply used this experience of repairing his body to define the amount of energy strong enough to fully heal one fracture as 1 unit.

By that calculation.

The Gift energy he currently had left was still 2 units.

He needed to replenish it as soon as possible.

As Susan drove out of downtown Los Angeles.

A subtle change appeared in Brian's expression.

This route looked very familiar.

Thanks to the reader "Naked Earthworm" for the tip. Thank you, boss!

Brothers, here are two chapters.

Good night.