Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 589 - 309: Compensate Me Later?_3

Chapter 589: Chapter 309: Compensate Me Later?_3

Brian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he recalled the process of Captain Hector’s death aboard the warship and the spread of brain contamination.

He understood!

He truly understood!

He knew the attack pattern and process of this meme pollution!

..

With that thought,

Brian kicked aside the body on the ground, removed the plate covering the brain, grabbed a small section of the frontal brain area, and crushed it, tossing it aside.

After removing that part of the brain tissue,

he shouted to the outside, "Next one, make it quick!"

The third soldier showed even more terror than the previous two.

Because the second one had gone in and not come out.

Such fear, seeing the body of the second soldier on the ground, reached its peak.

Brian didn’t need to see the uncontrollable trembling of the man’s body to smell the pheromones of fear emanating from him.

Seeing this, he said gently, "Don’t be afraid, the experiment is basically safe now, and if there’s any danger, I’ll take care of your family, by the way, buddy, who do you have at home?"

The third soldier grew even more despondent, "Just a wife, we’re newlyweds."

Brian:...

He pointed directly at the brain in the glass case, "Take a look."

The third soldier complied.

This time, without the cardboard cover, he immediately recognized it as human brain tissue.

The soldier wasn’t scared by the brain, just a bit surprised.

After a few glances, he turned to Brian uneasily, "What next?"

Brian shrugged, "That’s it, there’s nothing next, the experiment is over, you should thank the guy on the floor for his sacrifice; he eliminated the most dangerous option for you. Go on, don’t look at the body on the floor; he’s already a high-risk contaminant."

The third soldier, confused, followed Brian out of the room.

..

After exiting,

Brian indicated that the matter was concluded, told everyone to return to the rest area and keep the secret, then went back to the meeting room.

Captain Hector’s body remained as it was.

Upon entering the meeting room, Brian’s danger alarm went off again.

Not strong, but threatening.

This further confirmed the suspicions in Brian’s mind.

He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, looked towards an inconspicuous area, "I know you’re watching me, let’s communicate, I already know what’s going on."

After speaking,

Brian crouched down beside Hector, forced two fingers into the back of Hector’s head right in the middle, and then yanked apart.

The hard bone of the brain tore like tofu in his hands.

Amidst the crackling tearing sound,

a small, still-beating piece of tissue came into Brian’s view.

This thing was both the source of the information pollution and its means of propagation.

..

It seemed that sighting triggered the response.

The watch on Brian’s wrist finally connected.

Brian sat cross-legged next to the body, closed his eyes to sense the piece of brain tissue, and spoke calmly, "I probably know how this meme infection works and can solve this problem. What can you give me in return?"

He opened his eyes, his gaze unwelcoming: "You should know, you dragged me into a life-threatening pollution without my consent!"

After a moment of silence,

A woman’s voice came through: "Autopsy Officer Brian, if you can really solve this issue, the Holy Council won’t shortchange you, as for the summons for this mission, it wasn’t targeted at you alone, we..."

Just then, an even older voice interrupted the woman’s speech: "Brian, I am Alvin Lester, the chairman of the Holy Council. The Holy Council represents the official will of the entire Western Realm, each decision involves the survival of all humankind; we are responsible to all humanity, not individuals, we hope you understand!"

Listening to the congenial tone of the other party,

Brian laughed.

Weiner Liki, who had contacted Brian before, also spoke up: "Brian, NW is grateful to have a talent like you, and I apologize for this mission, it indeed is our fault, I promise if you can resolve this crisis, the Liki family will personally compensate you in private."

Compensate me later?

Hearing the congenial tones in their voices,

Brian smiled even more contentedly.

He nodded, withdrew his fingers, wiped them clean, then walked to the blackboard, took out a marker, and began drawing several diagrams of the brain’s planar anatomy. He then circled an area: "The principle of this information pollution is quite simple, this is the source of pollution and also the pathway for information pollution to spread; perhaps this time, we’ve stumbled upon a new frontier in biological research."