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Chapter 609 - 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional - s 11, 12)_2

Chapter 609: Chapter 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional Chapters 11, 12)_2

Brian slapped the water, "The deserted island is only seven or eight hundred nautical miles away, not far at all, so cut the crap and pull me up already!"

Dean:

nautical mile is approximately 1.852 kilometers.

Seven or eight hundred nautical miles is a distance of about one thousand four or five hundred kilometers.

Having flown over and completed the negotiations in about an hour, even if Brian followed immediately after my departure, his speed was unnaturally fast...

But seeing that Brian clearly didn’t want to talk, he couldn’t be bothered to ask.

Dean gestured with his hand.

An invisible force enveloped Brian, lifting him out of the water.

"Damn kid, you’re heavy!"

Dean complained as he carried Brian back to the Deep Sea Base.

Seeing this, Brian wondered, "Is it okay for us to show up there together?"

Dean shook his head, "It’s fine now. I’m a special ambassador for the Holy Council with bottom-line core authority over the base AI and also a military committee member of the joint military department. We can walk around the Deep Sea Base like we own the place now."

Brian: ???

What on earth did you guys talk about?

...

During the flight.

Drones on patrol automatically veered away from the incoming Dean.

Hidden turrets and sci-fi-styled gun batteries also ceased their targeting movements.

By the time Dean arrived with Brian at the previous airport, there was a group of respectful soldiers saluting Dean to escort them towards a supersonic aircraft already fueled up.

"Efficiency this fast?"

Brian looked at Dean questioningly.

Dean nodded, "This area is covered by a space network, every staff member at the base is equipped with a communication device, so they can see my portrait and information in real-time. The AI verifies the identity, and the technology here is about thirty years ahead of the outside world. All this is simple stuff."

Sitting in the supersonic aircraft.

Dean unleashed his Biological Magnetic Field, enveloping the entire aircraft. After getting familiar, he waved to Benjeton, who had arrived, "I’ll take him back first, then return and we can talk about that matter."

Benjeton nodded, "No hurry, according to the plan, we still need to wait for the construction of the space station. We have over a year of planning time."

Under the watchful eyes of Benjeton and his group, Dean piloted the supersonic aircraft and once again departed from the Deep Sea Base.

...

Watching the plane vanish into the clouds.

On a certain high platform.

A blond young man touched his chin, musing, "Brian... a human who can wield the Power of Profanation... interesting. The platform has been built for you; I hope you don’t disappoint me..."

After a while.

The young man looked to an old man waiting behind him, "Stay here and keep a close watch on this Brian’s information. Don’t act as foolishly self-important as those before you."

The old man bowed respectfully, "I will follow your teachings, Grandfather."

Behind the old man, there stood a group of middle-aged men and women dressed lavishly.

Their attire and demeanor were nearly identical to the previous agents of the Holy Council.

However, they stood behind with even greater respect, not daring to lift their heads to look at the blond young man in front, as if he were some kind of bloodthirsty primordial beast.

The blond young man nodded, "As for Dean, I managed to send him away with the second moon expedition’s qualification and some positions. As long as the subsequent resources are in place, with his character, he won’t pay attention to the Deep Sea Base matters. Just ignore him. Alright, I’m going back to sleep now."

With that, he no longer looked at the old man behind him and picked up a fully enclosed small cage beside him. In a flash, he leaped tens of meters.

The space around the young man violently pulsated.

In the next moment.

Surrounded by a ring of visibly compressing airwaves, the blond young man with the metal case turned into an afterimage rushing into the skies, leaving behind a long sonic boom, disappearing from the view of the people on the high platform.

...

The moment the blond young man left, Dean, piloting the supersonic aircraft, seemed to have a premonition.

A hint of disdain flashed across his mouth as he turned to Brian, "Aren’t you curious what I talked about with those people?"

Brian, with his head down, fidgeted with his fingers, "Aren’t you curious why I’m not curious about what you talked about with those people?"

Dean took a deep breath, silently brandishing his fist, which was bigger than a sandbag, "You could be curious!"

Seeing his father-in-law getting angry, Brian stopped teasing. He honestly said, "Dean, I’m really curious about what you discussed. Could you satisfy my curiosity?"

"Hmm~."

With a victorious tail end to his tone, Dean started talking about his negotiation with the Holy Council, much to his satisfaction.

The whole negotiation process was even beyond Dean’s expectations.

No other reason, it was just too smooth.

Though the other side had deployed a Third Rank Life, they agreed very readily to Dean’s demands, without any of the expected threats or inquiries into the deceased council members, only asking Dean to keep this event confidential.

The negotiation went smoothly.

Especially concerning Brian’s interests.

Not only did they agree to all of Brian’s previous demands of the Holy Council, they also gave a precious free trade slot.

Dean didn’t dare to push too hard.

They had vulnerabilities.

And he had his own too.

Finally, when the other side made an offer he couldn’t refuse, both sides drew a temporary close to this incident.

Having listened to Dean’s account, Brian grasped the essential points, "So, in this negotiation, we mainly got three gains, two for me, one for you?"