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Chapter 628 - 324 I Don’t Want to Name Today

Chapter 628: Chapter 324 I Don’t Want to Name Today

B6 team office building.

The team leader’s office, Susan was staring blankly at Shi San and Meatball playing downstairs.

It had been two days since Brian left.

A business trip was usually a minor matter.

But this time, things were different.

Brian had initially set out with Shi San and Meatball, but Shi San and Meatball returned ahead of him...

Although Shi San and Meatball stated that Brian was fine, her father then sent her a cautionary covert signal.

Once this signal appeared, it meant to be ready to hide the core members of the family at a moment’s notice.

Susan had been so anxious these past two days that she hadn’t slept.

Fortunately, this morning she finally received a reassuring call from her father, stating he would return with Brian.

Susan touched the revolver at her waist, "Could it be that someone is targeting our Adams family, and Brian was implicated..."

She never doubted that Brian might have nearly implicated the Adams family.

After all, in Susan’s heart, Brian, except for when he was lying on the ground acting badly, was otherwise very responsible, polite to people, and maintained his elegance even when hitting someone.

How bad could such a person be?

..

Just then.

Ding-dong~

A notification sound came from the laptop behind her.

Susan looked away.

That was the alert tone for her email.

However, ordinary emails wouldn’t trigger this alert tone, only emails coming from specially tagged accounts would.

She moved to the computer and looked at the hole on the liquid crystal display at the front of the screen.

The next moment.

An unlock interface appeared on the liquid crystal display.

She opened her email.

It was an official email from the NW organization.

Susan’s expression, which was somewhat casual, became a bit more serious.

She clicked open the email, and her pupils contracted.

This was actually a mass notification email for the promotion of new Third Level employees.

The NW organization had new Third Level employees?

Generally, to be promoted to a Third Level employee, one would either be a Researcher with a major discovery, or an employee who had broken through to Second Rank Life.

Either way, it was impressive.

Susan’s goal was to be a Third Level employee.

With a bit of envy, she scrolled down with the mouse.

The next moment.

Susan was stunned.

There, at the bottom of the email, was a familiar handsome face, revealing a sunny and warm smile toward her on the screen.

It was Brian!

The promoted Third Level employee was Brian!

Her man!

"What in the world is going on?"

Susan’s mind was in a bit of a mess.

This morning her father Dean had just sent word of safety, saying that he would return today, and now Brian had completed the Third Level employee’s promotion...

What had happened in between?

Why was Brian’s promotion so sloppy and rushed?

Suddenly.

"Woof woof woof~"

Excited barks came from outside the building.

By the time Susan looked up, Shi San had already been grabbed by Meatball and was flying towards the rooftop.

Seeing this, her eyes lit up, and she hastily left the office, running toward the rooftop.

Hundreds of meters away.

Brian, with a smile on his face, was watching Shi San and Meatball who had noticed him early.

He thanked the pilot and then pushed open the hatch of the transporter, leaping from high altitude and gliding across a parabola hundreds of meters long, landing precisely on the helipad’s platform.

The pilot looked on with envy.

No wonder he’s a Third Level employee; hundreds of meters above the ground, he dares to jump straight down and land safely—it’s indeed superhuman.

..

Watching the big dog descend from the sky, Shi San excitedly clambered onto Brian, "Big dog, I’m so glad you’re okay..."

Brian laughed heartily, tossed the box in his hand aside, and pleasurably rubbed Shi San’s dog head, "Shi San, you sound so silly when you talk. I still find the barking more soothing..."

Due to its construction, Shi San’s speech was a bit slurred, and the voice sounded somewhat silly.

Meatball just watched from the side, not coming over, pretending to be aloof.

Yet its continuous scratching of the cement ground, creating one after another of concrete chips betrayed its emotions at the moment.

After all, Meatball was a crow that Brian had raised with his own blood.

It always regarded Brian and Shi San as its parents.

"And you, Meatball, your voice is terrible too..."

Brian also grabbed the aloof Meatball and rubbed them together.

He discretely glanced at the safety passage stairwell on the rooftop, giving a covert signal to the dog and crow, and said in a very flirtatious tone, "Still, my dear Susan has the prettiest voice. How has Susan been? She hasn’t been worried, has she?"

Susan had just arrived at the corner of the stairs.

Hearing the conversation of the man, the dog, and the crow, she abruptly pulled back, pricking up her ears like a thief.

Meatball spread its wings in slight disdain, its voice harsh and grating, "Susan hasn’t slept in two days, she’s been very worried about you."

Shi San reacted more quickly.

It too glanced at the stairwell, quickly nodding its dog head, "Right, big dog, Susan hasn’t eaten these past two days. This morning she finally took us here. Shi San is very worried about Susan; her scent has always been in a stressed state, just like the first time when you fought with Susan with nothing on. It’s good you’re back; Susan will surely be happy..."

Hearing Susan’s heartbeat speed up and the creaking sound of a fist clenching tightly, Brian turned to Shi San with a sly smile.

Little did Shi San know how to pretend and pose.

It’s still too green, Shi San.

Shi San looked at Brian, who suddenly gave a wicked smile, a bit confused.

I’m just trying to follow your lead, Big Dog. Don’t I want to show Mama Dog some care?

Why are you laughing?

The next moment.

"Shi San!!!"

Susan’s irate voice came from the stairs.

She pounced like a female leopard, pinning the fleeing Shi San to the ground with precision, pressing down on its dog head: "You damn dog, horny dog, blathering idiot of a dog, what do you mean I’m being ’responsive’? What do you mean Brian and I are fighting naked? What else do you know!!!"

Shi San was subdued by Susan in one hand, flailing its dog legs to no avail, only able to look towards Meatball and Brian with pleading puppy eyes, only to find those two had already distanced themselves, helplessly spectating like onlookers munching on melon seeds..

After a while.

Susan dragged the despondent Shi San over to Meatball, gesturing for them to scram.

Once the melon-eating duo had left,

She kicked the box on the ground, pouting: "Whose box is this, huh, Disaster, a Third Level employee of NW.."

Brian chuckled, wrapping his arm around a slightly petulant Susan: "I wanted to surprise you, you know, your man is quite outstanding. I got promoted before you knew it, and I even got permission to establish a department. I’m about to become one of Los Angeles’s new power brokers."

Susan made a show of struggling, but she didn’t break free.

She leaned into Brian’s embrace, a touch annoyed: "I’m really worried, though. What exactly happened?"

It must be said that even a solid straight shooter like Susan can be softened by love, naturally inspiring some feminine habits and gestures..

Brian found he quite liked Susan in this mode.

It gave him a sense of joy in nurturing.

In response to Susan’s inquiry, he briefly went over what had happened.

There was no need to keep it a secret from her.

Brian never understood why in some movies he watched in his past life, the male protagonist would withhold information from the female lead, leading to her being clueless and taken hostage by enemies, resulting in forced dramatic and sentimental plotlines.

Pretty dumb.

He and Susan were already in a shared glory and shared risk relationship.

If trouble arose, Susan couldn’t walk away unscathed.

Informing her in advance would allow her to make a clear judgment.

After hearing Brian’s account, Susan first reacted with anger, then concern lingered: "Brian, are you sure you’re okay now?"

"I’m sure. How could I not know my own body?"

He patted Susan’s head: "Focus on how we’re going to establish a well-structured Umbrella Company and Black Watch mobile force together. I’m planning to use the Liki family’s compensation to massively recruit from networks, military sectors, and bio-tech fields."

Susan looked up earnestly: "That’s easy to solve. We can initially pull a group from under the Adams family and then recruit publicly. However, we’ll need an agent with experience in this area and a company with a comprehensive background check capability to participate in this recruitment."

Brian shook his head: "An agent is indeed needed. I’m still planning to stay with you in Team B6. As for recruiting staff, let the agent screen them first, and I will conduct the interviews personally.."

He didn’t need to guess that when his power started to step forward, many ’special personnel’ would blend in.

Then it would be time to see which unlucky ones were sent over.

Perfect to be sent straight to the labs as guinea pigs.

After a tender moment.

Susan took Shi San and Meatball to the underground shooting range to play with the metal combat suit Brian had acquired.

The office staff not on field duty also went to watch the fun.

They didn’t have a clear understanding of Brian’s promotion to Third Level employee, just knowing that Brian had climbed the ranks again within NW organization, and they were genuinely happy for him.

After all, the better Brian did, the more they hoped to benefit.

Compared to Brian’s promotion, they were more interested in the Third Level employee uniform he brought back.

The suit looked plain, just like any ordinary suit, but it was miraculous. It had strong elasticity and could change shape according to the ’biological’ wearer.

Ever seen a dog in a suit?

That’s what everyone saw now.

​​Shi San looked quite dapper in the suit.

Meatball, being a crow, also had the suit automatically morph into a sleek, form-fitting suit that did not impede its flying.

Quite marvelous.

The suit’s defensive capabilities were also exaggerated, able to withstand close-range rifle fire and dissipate a great deal of impact force.

The only downside was that it couldn’t resist sustained fire.

But even if the suit was penetrated by bullets, it would self-repair.

Its essence was some special memory metal, and it was unclear how the NW organization was able to turn this material into clothing and maintained its form.

All that could be said was that with the aid of the Cylinder Brain, the real level of technology in this world had far surpassed the world Brian once knew.

The splendor wasn’t apparent, simply because the technology was locked away and not disseminated to civilian applications.

Everyone left the office.

Brian took the opportunity to check the information sent by NW organization’s artificial intelligence, Intelligent Brain Night.

Actually, he wasn’t sure if Intelligent Brain Night had sent it.

Brian could only hope it had.

He was curious about why Intelligent Brain Night would consider him a genius.

Using Susan’s special computer, Brian first checked his email.

There weren’t many new emails.

Just three.

One was from a user with a spider avatar, its content consisted only of a question mark and a cat image.

This was Spider and Catwoman asking him why he hadn’t arranged anything for them lately.

It seems these two got hooked on the obsession tasks.

Now they were displeased with taking a few days off.

The second email was from Brian’s alma mater, something about alumni affairs.

Brian couldn’t be bothered with that.

The third email was a promotional email.

Typically, junk emails like this came every day, but seeing the photo of the beautiful woman, Brian’s eyes lit up.

This was a receipt from some intelligence agency.

There were leads on the investigation he inquired about!

Professional!

Regrettably, NW’s artificial intelligence, Intelligent Brain Night, ultimately didn’t send him any information..