Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 608 - 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional - s 11, 12)

Chapter 608: Chapter 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional Chapters 11, 12)

Dean and Brian were not overly concerned about the Holy Council’s reaction.

The possibility of a catastrophic fallout was extremely slim.

Throughout the course of history, whether in the Eastern or Western hemisphere, among the privileged or the emperors, as long as they were somewhat sane, compromise was their most common method when faced with threats to their survival.

The reason was simple: they had too much to lose.

The more they had, the more cowardly they became.

Under the premise that Dean and his allies were capable of severely damaging or even annihilating one or more of their numbers, these families and powers would not easily make a move without absolute certainty.

They had no reason to gamble.

As Dean had predicted.

At dawn, he received a communication from General Brington indicating that the newly appointed Holy Council invited him to negotiate and resolve the current issue.

Dean handed the communication device to Brian, saying seriously,

"Listen, Brian,

this is very likely to end well, but we must prepare for the worst!

If I don’t come back, you leave the West, forget about your colleagues and forget about Susan, reach Third Rank Life before you return, and then execute every member of the Holy Council’s families and powers, from top to bottom, men, women, young, and old!

Life will find its own way.

You know what I mean."

Brian nodded, "Old Dean, don’t worry, even if something really happens to you, I’ll take care of Susan and the Adams family."

He understood what Dean meant.

The opponent was telling him that if the Holy Council decided to act, then he should hide and develop until he was strong enough, not caring about any nonsense like the Deep Sea Defense Line or the fate of humanity, and take revenge without mercy!

This was indeed in line with Dean’s character.

But Brian certainly wouldn’t let that happen.

He had a better way to handle things.

Dean, hearing Brian’s promise, felt something was off.

He coughed and said, "No need, I’ve already arranged everything, just take care of yourself when the time comes, the Adams family has their own means of protection, and you don’t have to worry about Susan, she knows about my secret base."

Brian:...

Old Dean really knew how to read people.

The two ended their joking.

As Dean slowly levitated, Brian shared his deterrence plan, "If those fools really decide to act, just tell them I’ve stored a massive amount of Meme Pollution recordings all over the world, capable of turning their living environment into Hell anytime."

Dean was stunned, "Can you do that?"

Can this stuff even be stored?

Brian shrugged,

"Of course not, but they don’t know that.

They will simply think we have some method of storage.

Besides, if I wanted to, I already have the ability to destroy the world.

That kind of Meme Pollution ability is very eerie, an undetectable method of transmission, it shouldn’t have such lethal power, yet it can be spread using modern devices, silently, with no way to prepare in advance...

Well, that’s just as well.

Every infected creature will also become a new source of infection..."

Saying this, Brian sighed, a look of helplessness on his face, "I am really powerful now, so powerful that I am scared of myself."

Dean: "... Your audacity is really astonishing, Brian, you’re the first young person who makes me feel old."

Even so,

Dean, following Brian’s logic, truly felt despair.

It seemed like this guy really had the ability to severely damage human civilization.

As for obliteration,

unless Brian could infect all of humanity instantly, it simply wasn’t possible.

Because once he made a move, he would quickly be found and killed.

Humans were not that fragile.

However, Brian’s words gave Dean some reassurance.

He no longer hesitated, waved his hand, and flew towards the Deep Sea Base.

After waiting for a few seconds,

Brian took off his shirt, jumped into the deep sea, and with two huge Bat Wings extending from his back, spraying numerous airstreams, he followed.

Brian treated others sincerely,

and they treated him sincerely in return.

Brian already knew the true situation of the Big Octopus, naturally, he couldn’t really let Dean take the risk alone.

If the members of the Holy Council were sensible, that was good.

If not, those who came third wouldn’t be going back!

In the end, Brian still couldn’t get close to the Deep Sea Base.

The technological level here was at least twenty to thirty years ahead of the outside world.

Near the Deep Sea Defense Line, the seabed was filled with detection equipment and patrolling underwater robots and unmanned submarines.

Since there were no living creatures around, there was no worry about the machines misjudging.

Without a doubt, the area was also locked down by satellites twenty-four hours a day.

In such a situation, even someone as versatile as Brian didn’t know how to infiltrate the base ahead, he could only wait underwater, ready to launch an indiscriminate massacre at any sign of movement to rescue Dean.

Seconds and minutes passed.

Just when Brian was lost in his thoughts, only about thirty to forty minutes had passed when Dean appeared above the sea, smiling and swaying.

"Looks like the talk went well."

Brian didn’t hesitate.

He dissolved his Bat Wings, emerged from the water, and waved to Dean above, "Here!"

Putting himself at risk by following, it was only right to show himself.

Dean was slow to fly when he first came out.

When he saw Brian suddenly emerging from the depths, he was first stunned, then a look of comfort flashed in his eyes, which turned into scolding, "The Brian I know isn’t this foolish, did you think I would feel touched seeing you follow me, you... wait, sour kraut! How did you manage to follow me?"