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Chapter 592 - 310: Sorry, You Have No Future Anymore! (June Monthly Ticket Extra 5/8)_3

Chapter 592: Chapter 310: Sorry, You Have No Future Anymore! (June Monthly Ticket Extra 5/8)_3

Ladies and gentlemen, imagine, before the Blood Moon, could you believe a person could catch a bullet?

No.

But now it’s possible.

I can!

You all saw it before."

With these words, a dead silence fell upon the room once again.

Right.

Catching a bullet...

This guy, when he was intimidating the soldiers earlier, managed to close-catch all the bullets from automatic rifles at close range.

Everyone turned to look at Weiner Liki, who had been pretending to be dead, after being mocked by Brian.

Didn’t you say that this guy was just a civilian who had recently joined the NW organization, with a bit of exceptional talent and luck?

Individuals who ascend to the First Rank Life suddenly, in the resource-rich Deep Sea Base, aren’t rare, but aren’t exactly common either.

But here’s the situation.

Since when could a First Rank Life casually catch bullets?

They hadn’t noticed this before; simply put, each of them came from notable backgrounds, held great power, and had often seen this kind of "small trick" of catching bullets, coupled with the fact that they observed more than one subject, they subconsciously overlooked it.

A few months to advance to Second Rank Life.

Don’t be jealous!

Even for mutants, who ascend the fastest and in the least scientific way, the promotion isn’t that quick!

Facing everyone’s gazes, Weiner Liki lowered his head even more.

He planned, as soon as this meeting ended, to ask his family for a transfer and leave this sorrowful place that had witnessed his several social deaths.

As for Brian...

Having talent was useless.

The other party had already been exposed to radiation from that substance; he was doomed.

...

This time, the silence in the meeting room lasted even longer.

A few minutes later.

The Communication Watch finally transmitted the somewhat tired voice of the chairman, Alvin, "Brian, have you advanced to Second Rank Life? Did Dean help you ascend?"

If that’s the case, it’d be a big problem.

A son-in-law with some talent, and one who ascended to Second Rank Life in just a few months, are completely different concepts.

Brian’s background isn’t complicated.

The other party’s origins were somewhat shady, but he was indeed a clean and normal human, having undergone radiation detection from mutation detection machines, and the operator was a member of the Liki family. The other party was also a NW employee who ascended step by step, everything being traceable.

The only variable was Brian’s girlfriend Susan’s father—Dean the T-Rex from Los Angeles!

It must have been him who saw potential in Brian and provided him with abundant rare resources, coupled with Brian’s superior genetic talent, for him to reach his current level in such a short time!

Thinking of the T-Rex’s brutal nature, everyone felt somewhat regretful at this juncture.

Under the guise of a noble cause, their combined forces indeed could ignore the T-Rex’s threats; they didn’t believe that Dean, a family man, would make irrational decisions for a son-in-law with some potential.

Otherwise, his nickname wouldn’t be the T-Rex but the Madman.

Now it was troublesome.

If all the speculations were true, it implied that Brian had the potential to break through to Third Rank Life.

Any Third Rank Life, lurking in the city, had a deterrent power not weaker than a small biological nuclear bomb; a pollution-free, repeatedly usable walking biological nuclear bomb.

If their families lost a member with such potential, what would they do?

At this moment, everyone present felt as if Death was beckoning to them.

After all, how could true direct descendants of a family be stationed at a dangerous Deep Sea Base!

They were merely proxies sent out by their respective families...

At this moment, these high and mighty ’big shots,’ including the chairman Alvin sitting at the top, looked like alarmed rabbits, staring intensely at the communicator, trying to hear a denial in response.

At this moment!

Due to the dead silence in the room, they could even hear their own hearts pounding loudly.

...

Brian seemed to have guessed what they were thinking.

He chuckled, "Don’t be silly, everyone, how could I possibly ascend to Second Rank Life so quickly? It was just a little trick, at such a close distance, the bullet’s speed and power hadn’t reached their maximum. Just by timing it right and angling correctly, some First Rank Life beings with good neural response speeds can do it."

Whew~

The Communication Watch transmitted a uniform sigh of relief and breaths being let out.

They probably felt embarrassed by their reactions.

Chairman Alvin coughed and recovered his formal tone, "All right, you make a fair point. In that case, how do you think we should defend against these undetectable attacks?"

Brian shrugged, "It’s simple. Since it’s information pollution, just don’t look at it. For example, wear some special glasses, or install a specially made shielded helmet in the pineal gland area. As long as experiments are conducted one by one and sensory screening is achieved, there will definitely be a reward."

"How splendid!"

Accompanied by a crackling applause, Alvin praised, "Brian, you have been a great help to us. Whether it succeeds or not, after a council vote, we have decided to give you the reward you deserve. What would you like?"

A reward was obligatory.

Once the reward was confirmed, Dean the Tyrannosaurus could not blame them if something happened to Brian.

Tasks and rewards always come with risks.

With risk, there can be death.

Brian was about to speak when he seemed a bit uncomfortable, rubbed his temples, and then continued,

"I want tickets!"

"In Los Angeles and the entire Western market, the right and tickets to conduct business activities legitimately!

You know, my girlfriend is Susan, from a prominent family, and I am a poor boy. To ensure our love does not falter midway, I need to climb as high as possible, whether it’s power or capital, that’s what I am pursuing now."

"A very practical request, I swear by the honor of the Lester Family, you will get your wish, Brian!"

"The Liki Family seconds the motion!"

"The Rhine Family seconds the motion!"

".."

Amid a chorus of agreement, Brian secured his ticket to rise.

..

End of communication.

In the meeting room at the Deep Sea Base, the ’big shots’ watched Brian on the monitor as he continuously rubbed his forehead, shook his head, and showed discomfort, each of them revealing a mocking smile.

A poor boy, daring to think he can join them at the table and share their cake!

Tickets, sure.

We will give them to you!

Just afraid you will have the ticket but no life to use it!

It is hard for ordinary people to imagine, just in the brief exchange earlier, how rich the expressions on these high and mighty guys were, how changeable their inner feelings.

Fundamentally, they’re no different from ordinary people.

Their talents might not even compare with many who come from humble beginnings.

Their biggest fortune was being born with full skill points, having sufficient resources to receive the best education, having family support, and enjoying resources beyond the reach of ordinary people.

So these ’big shots’ could now openly show their mocking smiles at Brian on the projection.

What’s there like witnessing a guy more outstanding than yourself being manipulated by them for pleasure?

Looking at Weiner Liki’s response told it all.

This guy was earlier so embarrassed by Brian’s mockery that he wished he could hide, yet now his face bore an unstoppable smile, once again regaining his previous composure and dignified demeanor, as if he hadn’t been the one playing dead earlier.

..

Elsewhere.

Brian also laughed.

Did they really think he wasn’t aware that during the communication, more intense and strong polluted information was being transmitted to his side?

Did they really think he was dismissed just by a small benefit?

In front of the camera, Brian continued to cooperate with those ’big shots,’ pretending to cover the back of his head, not even taking the Communication Watch on the table, but directly leaving the conference room. He found a place without surveillance and collapsed, while controlling his nostrils to gush out blood, staining his clothes red.

From this angle, the surveillance could only see the blood spewed by Brian but not his face.

Because he kept leaning against the wall, those ’big shots’ hadn’t noticed that the back of Brian’s head was in an abnormal state of swelling and trembling while he had been speaking earlier.

It’s really laughable.

If he, as a Mutant, could clearly explain the principle of information pollution, how could he not know how to use this power!

Information pollution?

What a coincidence.

As a Mutant, he is polluted every day!

Brian was indeed contaminated by the information sent from the other side.

But he was deliberately polluted.

Those fools, communicating with him.

The polluted information transmitted by a Second Rank Life, what could this trash use to defend against it?

This also was the reason Brian had always wanted to laugh.

Compensate me later?

Sorry!

You no longer have a later!