"Explain clearly what exactly you want to do, or tomorrow you'll find your mother run over by a car."
"I... I..."
The lieutenant, pale and defeated, wanted to call the corporal in to take out the monster in front of him, but he was punched in the face by the person in the wheelchair, knocking him backwards against the car door.
The cooler door, which wasn't closed properly, was slammed open, revealing the contents inside the compartment behind it.
Inside the 37-degree temperature controlled chamber, brain cultivation tanks were neatly lined on the shelves.
"Oh my... What the hell, bro, you're impressive."
The wheelchair pressed its own skull to prevent it from falling off due to intensive motion.
Though often mocked as being a NC, he definitely didn't want to become literally brain-dead.
"What are you thinking with so many brains, planning to brew six walnuts for mental enhancement?"
