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Chapter 615 - 319: I’m Not Well Read, Is This the Meaning of Win-Win? (Two in One)_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 319: I’m Not Well Read, Is This the Meaning of Win-Win? (Two in One)_2

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The three of them didn’t care about the female mutant’s destruction of the flame thrower.

That thing couldn’t kill her anyway.

After various experiments, her ability had become at least four or five times stronger than when she was captured, and her mutant ability had been greatly developed.

Once released, she would be a killing god that ordinary people, even those armed with firearms, could scarcely contend with.

Unfortunately, in the NW organization’s underground experimental base, she was just a poor creature to be manipulated at will.

With all the flame throwers destroyed, the video catch again showed her condition.

After being scorched by the flames, she had become a charred body lying motionless on the ground, obviously still alive, but in bad shape.

The middle-aged man who had just spoken casually said, "Have her disgusting hair dealt with, then throw her into the new observation room, and restart the reproduction experiments. We need her to help us breed more offspring to test more new types of synthetic materials..."

His voice trailed off.

A series of sizzling lasers flickered in the room.

Within just a few seconds, the woman was precisely shaved bald, completely losing the power to resist.

But that wasn’t the end.

Clouds of pink gas sprayed out from all directions.

After roughly three or four seconds,

Accompanied by a few beams of light scanning over the charred body on the ground, seemingly to ensure that the subject had indeed lost the power to resist, the heavy containment doors opened, and several robots entered.

They stiffly dragged the female mutant to the doorway and then dumped her onto something resembling a dog cage and dragged it away.

Watching this scene, Brian felt inexplicably emotional.

If, when he first joined NW, the radiation machine had identified him as a mutant, would his fate be as miserable as hers?

He averted his gaze, his tone indifferent, "Let’s keep moving, and finish the negotiations as soon as possible."

"No problem."

The group continued forward.

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After passing through that special corridor and through several layers of checkpoints, they arrived at a room filled with various boxes.

At the center of the room, encased in glass, floated a fragmented, irregular stone slab that was particularly eye-catching.

The moment they walked into the room,

Brian couldn’t help but swallow.

The Afterglow Slab!

Another Afterglow Slab!

He was quite tempted.

But there was something off about this slab.

Compared to the sudden surge of appetite, Brian felt his pineal gland becoming more agitated, as if it resonated oddly with that slab.

Noticing his gaze fixed on the slab, the same blonde middle-aged man from before eagerly explained to Brian, "This is the most important place in NW, housing all the significant results and materials since the organization was founded. What you see here is the very heart of it!"

"Is this an actual Afterglow Slab, or a replica?"

Brian directly asked.

The blonde middle-aged shook his head, "The Afterglow Slabs that the Federation has are kept in the most secure places, guarded by the FBI’s elite. Even our NW organization only sends senior researchers over each year to study it, not entitled to take it away."

Another, previously silent, middle-aged man with curly brown hair chimed in with a smile:

"This is a replica, also the Liki family’s strongest weapon derived from the Afterglow Slabs. We call it the Book of Death. The Deep Sea Defense Line is equipped with a large number of these. The slab you see here is the master mold.

Brian, don’t you feel this slab is drawing you in?"

Upon his words, all three looked simultaneously at Brian, as if conducting some sort of test.

Brian came to a realization.

No wonder these three were taking him here.

He had realized on his way that although the place seemed scarcely populated, it was full of automated control systems; without the right access codes, it would instantly become the most secure containment area.

However, Brian and Dean had considered this, so Brian wasn’t worried.

He glanced at the three men, directing his gaze to the blonde middle-aged who had been conversing, "Mr. Balazs Liki, if my response isn’t satisfactory, are you planning to treat me the same as that woman?"

Speaking, he turned to the curly-haired middle-aged, "Oh, and you, Mr. Josh White, I had a conflict with a child of your family before, and I quite liked the custom bulletproof suit your family compensated me with. What, does the White family think that wasn’t warm enough, and you’re planning to present me with more assets this time?"

When Brian was promoted to Second-level Staff, a second-generation youth, upset over an issue related to Susan, came looking for trouble with his mother, who was also a Second Level Staff. Brian had beaten him up.

Afterwards, the White family had proactively sought to compensate him.

Curly-haired middle-aged Josh and blonde Balazs both shook their heads, "Not quite that dramatic, we’re just curious about your Meme Pollution ability, after all, its essence should be akin to what we’ve deployed at the Deep Sea Defense Line..."

"Is that so?"

Brian laughed and rubbed his temples.

The next moment,

The slab that hung in midair, protected by the glass, appeared to suffer some mysterious attack, its surface suddenly showing numerous cracks that rapidly spread and deepened.

It looked as though the slab was about to shatter.

The three cried out, attempting to stop him, "Stop it, hold on!"

Brian lowered his hand, his smile broadening, "Are you satisfied now?"

Seeing that the slab had only covered with cracks and had not truly shattered, even Balazs Liki seemed to deflate, gasping for breath, his lips paling.

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