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Chapter 202 - 157: Night Demon Invitation, Farewell (Additional 3 - s for alliance leader ’Post-80s Fisherman’)
Chapter 202: Chapter 157: Night Demon Invitation, Farewell (Additional 3 Chapters for alliance leader ’Post-80s Fisherman’)
Shi San’s nose was even more sensitive, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the scent of the mother dog that liked to bully him.
The key thing was, Brian, this big dog, was clearly afraid of the mother dog.
He glanced at Brian and rushed into Susan’s office first.
"Arf!"
"Ah, Shi San, did you miss me?"
Susan’s surprised voice immediately came from the office, "Shi San, you’ve gained a lot of weight, haha, don’t lick my face, it’s ticklish, come on, give me a kiss, muah~"
Outside, Brian clenched his fists.
This damned Shi San not only rushed ahead to wag its tail and act cute for some petting but also...
Bloody hell!
When I get back, I’ll sort him out!
..
Green heard Susan’s voice from the team leader’s office and was a bit surprised, "Team Leader Susan came back early? Isn’t she supposed to return in another seven or eight days?"
Sitting on the office desk and slacking off, Glenn stopped flirting on the computer, turned around, and chuckled, "The team leader was sent back by the Internal Affairs Department. From what they said, it seems like she killed several criminals who wanted to surrender in London, scaring them all over there, so they sent her back early. The Internal Affairs Department also spoke to the team leader just now, telling her to enforce the law civilly."
Brian glanced at Glenn, who was working sick, "You’re still interested in this?"
Ivan rolled his eyes, "He is interested in a new girl in the Internal Affairs Department, seems her name is Caroline, pretty girl. But just as Glenn tried to approach, the team leader slapped him into unconsciousness."
Brian couldn’t help but laugh.
Caroline is Susan’s best friend.
How could Susan let a scumbag like Glenn get close to her friend?
Glenn sighed aggrievedly, "That slap from the team leader was outrageous, I felt like my face got hit by a motorbike, and the moment I passed out, I swear I saw my deceased grandmother; I can’t even feel my face now. She’s only been away for just over twenty days and she’s gotten much stronger."
While he spoke, he even wiped some drool that had dripped without him noticing.
Brian and Green then noticed that the other side of Glenn’s face was swollen huge, red and puffed up like a fermented bun.
This guy, in less than two months in the B6 team, basically never had a day without a swollen face.
Everyone almost forgot what Glenn originally looked like.
Just then.
Susan, holding Shi San, came from the inside office, glanced at everyone, and sternly said to Brian, "Brian, come in, I need an update on the recent group activities."
"Okay, team leader."
Brian jogged into the office.
Exciting!
He was about to pin Susan to the ground and smooch her!
With a bang, the door closed, shutting off everyone’s view from the outside.
...
Inside.
Just as Brian was about to speak, Susan pounced on him, pressing him to the ground, and began nibbling fiercely...
This script is wrong!
Brian, not content being beneath a woman, struggled vigorously, but aside from contributing to the excitement of this cowgirl tasting the sweetness of love and the bitterness of longing, he couldn’t change anything.
In the end, he could only close his eyes and enjoy the unspoken rules his female boss was applying to him.
Beside them, Shi San, with widened dog eyes, watched everything.
Just now the mother dog kissed me; then the mother dog kissed the big dog = the big dog kissed me.
So happy!
With a sense of participation, Shi San watched with great interest.
After a while.
Susan, satisfied, wiped her mouth, "Brian, thank you for looking after B6 while I was away."
Brian licked his lips nostalgically, "They are all very capable; it wasn’t much of an oversight, but you, Ms. Susan, what you are doing now is sexually harassing a male subordinate. If you don’t let me kiss you back, I’ll complain about you to the Internal Affairs Department."
Susan rolled her eyes at the shamelessly acting Brian, "Oh, go ahead, my best friend is in the Internal Affairs Department. They’ll lock you up when you go!"
Thinking of Caroline, whom he had beaten up twice with a swollen face and blue nose, Brian smiled and remained silent.
He stood up, put his arms around Susan, brought his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Why did you come back so suddenly, were you bullied?"
The rational Susan, unaccustomed to such intimate contact, especially Brian’s hot breath by her ear, felt ticklish and a tingling sensation that made her feel weak and dizzy.
Until her sensitive spot was attacked.
The dazed Susan came back to her senses.
With a smooth grappling move, she neatly caught Brian’s wandering hand and pressed his whole body onto the office desk, "Have you forgotten? No attacking the boss in the office!"
After a bit of horseplay.
A blushing Susan finally threw a document in front of Brian, "Here’s the invitation I applied for you; take care of your things after work, you’ll depart tomorrow."
"Departing?"
Brian straightened his clothes, sat on Susan’s office desk, and picked up the document to read.
The contents of the invitation were simple:
Mr. Brian, we cordially invite you to arrive in London on December 8 to participate in a month-long advanced training.
- Night Demon Academy.
Seeing the note at the bottom, Brian felt a stir.
He had mentioned this organization in a previous call to Susan; it seemed to be an official organization for mutants by the British Federation, similar to the NW organization in Los Angeles.
"Night Demon Academy is the British Federation’s most potent official institution, with world-class biotech and reagent manufacturing technology. They have a reagent trading partnership with us here at NW, giving us quotas every year.
The one-month training might also give you a chance to acquire some rare enhancement reagents."
Susan enlightened Brian, explaining details that ordinary NW employees might never know in their lifetime, "Night Demon Academy’s specialties include Neural Activation Reagents, Foreign Body Organ Implantation Surgery, and Troll Reagents. I managed to get a Neural Activation Reagent this time and traded for a costly Troll Reagent, the effects are truly amazing."
Hearing about the Neural Activation Reagent, Brian’s heart stirred.
Although he had asked Sandy, whom he had met at the Mexico border, to keep an eye on those injected with the Beastification Reagent possessing neuro enhancement abilities, there had been no news so far.
Trying the Enhancement Reagent wasn’t out of the question.
Regardless of its usefulness, he could still show off more of his abilities openly.
Thinking this, Brian put down the invitation, "This slot must be limited, Susan, how did you manage to get it for me?"
Susan shrugged:
"It was simple. During a mission, we encountered a group from the Original Sect.
Thinking of their previous attack on our team and the death of the newcomer I recruited, I got really mad and fired a few extra shots, accidentally killing a few of the surrendering believers.
Those people seemed to be involved with a batch of resources called ’Water of Reason,’ highly valued by the people at the Night Demon Academy.
They were afraid I would cause more trouble and wanted me to come back early.
I casually asked for an extra invitation.
To get rid of me quickly, they were quite happy to comply, though I guess they won’t let me go to London anymore.
But I don’t care, with its gloomy weather, disgusting food, and a bunch of pretentious, effeminate men, I have no fondness for that place at all!"
Hearing the news about the ’Water of Reason,’ Brian’s interest grew even more.
My goodness, I was just thinking last night about how to get this information, and today Susan provided the source and even gave me a chance to get in touch with it!
Such good fortune!
He looked down at the invitation that others yearned for but which lay easily before him.
Brian emotionally reflected that in his life, the best path he had ever taken was the one leading to the loving heart of this wealthy woman.
Wealthy women, truly wonderful.
...
Long time, no see.
After work, Susan treated everyone to dinner.
Everyone honored her invitation, except Glenn, who left alone claiming he felt unwell.
His face was so swollen, he didn’t even have the luck to eat.
This time, they had international cuisine.
Not cheap, but it included unique dishes from various countries that suited most tastes.
It was clear that Susan had been driven mad by London’s food habits; abandoning all ladylike demeanor, she slurped down seven or eight Spanish snails with dip in one go, and then playfully showed off a grilled Spanish spring onion.
There were also piles of dessert leftovers.
Such disregard for image made everyone feel more relaxed.
Mid-meal,
Old Hardenn suddenly told Brian, "Before we knocked off, the detention center reported that Mrs. Gilman, the woman involved in the tree-hanging corpse case, was confirmed to have burned down her husband’s house and committed suicide in revenge."
Brian nodded with some disappointment, "I was thinking of asking someone in the prison to look out for that trashy woman, she got off lightly."
The detention center’s processes were slow.
It took a week just to settle this matter.
Hearing their conversation, Green and Ivan, who were engrossed in eating, exchanged looks, both grasping the other’s thoughts: Brian was just too petty.
Susan also put down her food, wiped her mouth and hands, picked up a drink, and began to inquire.
After hearing about the case,
She crushed the sturdy cup in her hand with a crunch, "If I were there, I definitely would have blown that trashy woman’s head off!"
Seeing the crushed cup, everyone cooperatively echoed her sentiments.
Since Susan’s strength had increased after her return and she wasn’t yet accustomed to it, she had already damaged quite a few office items, making it no stranger to the others.
Female clerk Edna silently stuffed a piece of roast meat into her mouth.
Before, she had been curious why Susan, such a good-looking team leader, would recruit such an odd crew.
Now she understood.
...
The next day, Brian drove his battered second-hand car to the airport lightly packed.
Actually, the beast motorbike was already modified by Cabo.
But since Brian was going abroad, it could only be temporarily stored at Cabo’s place, otherwise, leaving it under the apartment building would mean coming back to not even a shadow of the motorbike.
Brian had also left Shi San in Susan’s care.
Taking a dog abroad could be inconvenient if anything happened, and might easily expose him.
Smoking room.
Brian looked somewhat gloomily at the crowd outside through the glass.
Susan, this crappy woman, actually didn’t come to see him off today.
He had truly misjudged her!
Right before boarding, Brian finally received a text message from Susan.
There were two messages:
"If you dare to mess with those sluts in London, I will blow your head off!"
"Be safe."
He replied with an OK.
Putting away his phone, Brian grumbled disdainfully, "Who knows how long this trip will be, not even a farewell kiss, just a text message from this crappy woman!"
Despite his words,
He couldn’t help but smile.
Compared to the countless women he encountered casually,
It was this kind of heartfelt relationship that he truly cherished.
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