They were foolish enough to set up a cultivation group, hoping to use Billy's lab where he developed the "God's Initiative" reagent, and in the end to kill three birds with one stone.
That meant Billy was going to lose control.
Otherwise, Brian had no doubt that his uncle could play those FBI agents like puppets.
He meticulously attached all the VX poison capsules to his belt, ignored the protective gear set aside, walked to the garage, got into the unlicensed car, and left the safe house.
...
Tracking scents, before modern times, was undoubtedly a divine skill in tracking.
But in the age of developed transportation, it became somewhat difficult.
The scent from a car was the hardest to track.
Brian traced the possible route back and forth seven or eight times until he finally tracked down a poor neighborhood on the eastern edge of the city.
There, he smelled the pheromones from the letter.
This was a black slum, but its main residents were immigrants from Africa.
