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Chapter 611 - 318: Today is the Last Time You Look Him in the Eyes

Chapter 611: Chapter 318: Today is the Last Time You Look Him in the Eyes

Dean hurriedly left as soon as the matters were settled.

He chose to fly straight back.

Brian originally intended to have the military here send him off, but was informed that at the NW side, helicopters were already waiting.

A very curvaceous female soldier received him.

She handed a set of civilian clothes to Brian, her eyes greedily scanning his robust upper body, "NW Combat Department had arranged seven or eight helicopters early on, stationed at military bases around, so no matter where you land, it is convenient to pick you up."

"So thoughtful..."

Brian took the clothes, "Thank you... The clothes look like a good fit."

"No need to thank."

The female soldier smiled, nodded, and walked out after closing the door promptly.

She was well aware that someone treated so preferentially by NW would not be interested in someone like her, despite her full figure.

After changing his clothes.

As soon as Brian stepped out of the sentinel’s rest room, he saw an acquaintance.

He walked over with a smile, "Hey, Orba, we haven’t seen each other in months, did they arrange for you to pick me up?"

Orba was a squad leader in the NW Combat Department.

Previously, When Brian and Susan first encountered a Mutant Beast in Forest Park, Orba was the commander of several helicopters that came to their support.

Later, Brian and Orba worked together to deal with one of the mutants from the series known as Gluttony.

They had agreed that whenever they got the chance, they would go hunting together for some extra profit.

Unfortunately, Brian’s growth was astonishingly fast.

After that, there were no more opportunities for them to collaborate.

Seeing an acquaintance was always better than dealing with a stranger.

Brian acted the same as he had before, but Orba, this brawny man, had completely changed.

His face carried obvious signs of nervousness, and his hands were awkwardly at his sides.

In response to Brian’s warmth, Orba said unnaturally, "Hey, Brian, I just received the message that you were preparing to return to the base; it seems we really are fated to meet again."

Orba spoke normally, but his tone and expression were too constrained.

He couldn’t help being constrained.

Orba had been with the NW organization for almost ten years, serving in this organization unknown to the ordinary public, and had climbed from an ordinary person to a department squad leader, gaining some power and status.

It could be said.

When Orba first met Brian, his status was higher than Brian, who was a rookie at the time.

And how long had it been?

Brian quickly got promoted to Second-level Staff...

At the time, Orba still marveled at having met someone with potential.

But now... upon meeting again, he turned into a mere usher...

Orba swore, he had never seen the Combat Department or the Liki family attach so much importance to someone, fearing they couldn’t pick him up, they had directly dispatched seven or eight helicopters, monopolizing all the places he might land.

What was this?

Esteem?

No, not esteem, but a low posture, a form of placation...

Upon meeting again.

Orba felt Brian was very unfamiliar.

His life had been very normal before he met Brian. Only after meeting Brian did Orba realize something: the gap between people is greater than between man and dog.

Oh, that’s right.

He almost forgot.

Brian also had a dog, even one registered for the job...

Thinking of this, Orba’s feeling of constraint suddenly vanished.

Brian noticed his change in expression and laughed, "What are you thinking about?"

Orba gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I was just thinking how I could cling to your mighty thighs, Brian..."

Brian stretched out his leg, "Seeing as we’re acquaintances, I can let you hold it, although it’s just slender, not thick..."

After the joke.

The two reconnected.

As they boarded the helicopter, Orba glanced at the pilot and made hand signals to Brian, "The helicopter pilots this time are from the Liki family; the base is also under martial law, be careful..."

Martial law?

Brian stroked his chin and nodded at Orba, acknowledging his concern.

This might be Orba’s misunderstanding, thinking the Liki family might threaten him or something.

But Brian still needed to show gratitude.

Orba was part of the Combat Department.

Brian had never really understood this very low-key department in the base until he accompanied Dean on a visit to the base and learned that in the eyes of the authorities there, they were all expendable, cannon fodder, only then did he realize the cruelty of this department.

Orba was undoubtedly one of the luckier ones, having not been sent to serve on the Deep Sea Defense Line.

But him actively revealing the Liki family’s arrangements to Brian, if discovered, could lead to dire consequences.

So regardless of whether Orba’s information was useful or not, the attitude was in place, and Brian had to learn to be thankful.

After some thought.

He inquired of Orba, "Orba, have you considered switching to a different department?"

Upon hearing this, Orba was taken aback, "Switch departments, are you talking about the Operations Department?"

Brian shook his head, "The Operations Department is just a place for the second generation to gold-plate and train, with very limited actual authority; otherwise, the minister wouldn’t be an in-law. I’m talking about a department that is affiliated with NW but has independent armaments, finances, and autonomy, not subject to NW’s coordination, very independent. You can think of this department as a joint venture with NW, enjoying the same rights but without the corresponding obligations."

Listening to Brian’s explanation, Orba was even more bewildered.

He rubbed his head, slightly confused, "Stop joking, Brian, I know you’re a reliable person, but are you sure NW has such a department?"