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Chapter 320: Warehouse Sweeper, you are so pretentious, you are not as smooth as Dean Laodeng (please vote at the end of the month)

This was the first time Brian had experienced this.

Wherever he walked, everyone, regardless of gender, age, or job title, stopped what they were doing, made way, kept quiet, and bowed their heads to show respect.

This may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it is true.

Even some of the second-level staff members who had come to do business that Brian had seen before had the same attitude at this moment.

It's just that there's more sighing, bewilderment, and a little hidden jealousy in their eyes.

After all, in their understanding, even the descendants of the three founders of the NW organization did not get promoted so quickly.

Level 3 staff!
Talent, luck, and support from noble people are all indispensable and are the ultimate goals pursued by these people!

The man in front of them had only been working at NW for a few months, but he had already achieved what they had been pursuing all their lives.

This feeling of being unable to catch up with the contrast makes people feel lost and desperate.

The woman who led Brian to pick up the equipment noticed the surprise on Brian's face and quickly explained in a low voice:

"Mr. Brian.

When you left the meeting room, all members of the NW organization had been informed of your promotion to NW level 3 staff.

After you confirm your title, the organization will also send this message to all official organizations and forces around the world that are neutral or friendly with the NW organization. By then, I'm afraid many organizations and forces will send you gifts to congratulate you.

If you are planning a celebration party, you can talk to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and they will handle it properly.”

“So efficient?”

Blaine raised an eyebrow.

Hey, it was the first time that he was addressed as "Sir", which was quite interesting.

The meaning of this Excellency and the Chinese translation of Your Excellency are not exactly the same, but they are similar.

In fact, it is rare to call someone "Your Excellency" here. If you want to show respect, you usually just add "Mr." or "Ms.". If it is a government employee, the most you add is their name plus their title, including the federal president.

The term "Your Excellency" is more official and is generally used for local officials or religious leaders, and it is only used occasionally.

The woman called Brian like this mainly because Brian's identity was recognized at this time, but he did not have a clear position yet, so she did so.

As for the celebration party?

Brian waved his hand: "Forget about the party. By the way, do all level 3 employees receive this kind of treatment?"

The woman shook her head.
“That’s not the case.

Promotions for level 3 staff are usually only announced internally.

There are quite a few Level 2 lives in the NW organization, but Level 3 lives are different from Level 4 lives. Although they all deserve the respect of all NW employees, only Level 3 lives with formal positions and management authority will be specifically notified by the organization to official organizations and forces for global cooperation.

This is actually equivalent to an official certification.

Mr. Brian, from today on, you are a world-famous figure. "

"big shot"

Brian smiled.

This is simply praising yourself.

Looking around the world, there are so many official organizations and there are quite a few second-level lives. At most, people will marvel at his youth, but they may not remember him afterwards.

Brian could see that the woman was actually very curious about her promotion.

After all, the normal promotion of third-level employees either requires major breakthroughs in scientific research and recognition from the organization, or promotion to second-level life forms, and they will also be tested within the organization. There is a buffer process and time.

But Brian had none of that.

He was just somewhat famous before, but not long after, I don't know what he did, he was suddenly promoted.

This is not the weirdest thing.

The strangest thing was today's welcome.

The three founders of the NW organization came out collectively to greet Brian with an attitude that outsiders could not understand, and gave him a treatment that even other level 3 employees could not enjoy.
This also adds a certain mysterious color to Brian.

It hadn't been two hours since it happened.

There are already hundreds of rumors inside the base and even outside the base.

foreseeable.

Brian will be a hot topic of discussion for a long time to come.

But not many people really know the cause and effect.

Brian wouldn't deliberately promote these things.

Pass through the busy exchange channel.

Led by the woman, the two came to the warehouse of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

This is the top level of the base.

Generally speaking, few people come here.

If necessary, there are artificial intelligence channels: just plug the things into the transmission opening, and the transport channel will automatically send the things to the designated exit.

Everything here is very smart and modern.

Brian was actually quite curious about the energy supply here.

He once tried to use his second-level staff privileges to search for answers to his questions on the intranet, but found nothing.

This should be a secret with a relatively high authority.

I don’t know if I am qualified to know now.
Think of all sorts of random things.

Led by the woman, the two entered the warehouse by scanning their faces.

The warehouse is full of electronic eyes and some clumsy robots responsible for carrying things.

The only living person here is an old white man with a wrinkled face.

The old man was wearing denim overalls, and looked a bit like a worker helping to fork grass on a farm, but the equipment he was wearing was very sci-fi, a complete set of auxiliary exoskeleton armor, all black in color, which actually gave Brian a faint sense of threat.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the sense of danger came from the old man or the exoskeleton armor on the old man.
Warehouse sweeper?
The woman didn't notice Brian's changing look at all.

She smiled and greeted the old man: "Hi, Bush Sr., long time no see."

When the two men came in, the white old man was carrying some kind of Q-version explosives, a kind of torpedo shaped like a shark head in the animation.

A woman's voice was heard.

He ignored her and moved the things into the box first, then turned around slowly and said with a smile: "Yes, it has been almost a year and three months. Few people come here. I stay here all the time. I almost forgot the smell of flowers, soil, grass, and..."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Here you go again. Come on, Bush. I have something important to do today. This is Mr. Brian, a newly promoted Level 3 employee at the base. I need to take Mr. Brian to get the Level 3 employee's equipment, ID card, and entry permissions. There's no time to waste."

"Okay..." Bush looked at Bryan, smiled at him, and then turned around to lead the way.

The woman was afraid that Brian would get impatient, so she explained, "Old Bush is an old man in the NW organization. I don't know exactly how old he is. He was there when my mother was working at NW. My mother has retired, but he is still here at the warehouse. Apart from the founder, he has the highest authority, so we can only get the safe through him."

"safe?"

Brian asked curiously, "Why, is the equipment of a Level 3 staff member very different from that of a Level 2 staff member?"

The woman shook her head.

“It depends on the situation.

Everyone is different.

For example, the third-level staff in the scientific research department usually have their authority changed to gain control of a certain laboratory and obtain dividends. Apart from their status and authority, there is no change in them.

There are also third-level staff who have reached the second-level life through transformation. Their mental state is generally unstable, and the organization arranges extra places for them to live, so it’s just a matter of entering the permission changes. As for equipment and the like, it’s not our responsibility, but the responsibility of the Special Service Department. " Hearing this, Brian nodded.

The Special Service Department is a special department of the NW organization.

Before, Doctor Octopus Benjamin framed him and was reported by Brian. Those who went to arrest Benjamin and were killed in the end were all NW's special services staff.

They rarely appear in public.

While talking.

The white old man brought the two people to a mechanical gate.

The old man looked at the woman and said, "Jasmine, according to the rules, only the promoted person and the guards can enter. You don't have the permission..."

Only then did Brian know that the woman's name was Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled and nodded: "I know. Mr. Brian's equipment is a 378-series safe. It has passed the highest authority review and filing of the founder. Just let Mr. Brian verify the fingerprint, iris and voice."

Machine, intelligence, and real people, the trinity of verification.

Brian actually likes the process of doing things at the NW base.

Artificial intelligence is mainly responsible for the intermediate procedures here. Everyone has his or her own responsibilities. There is no need to consider too many human factors, and you will not encounter things like being blocked by the little devil. Otherwise, the artificial intelligence will file it for review by multiple parties.

Ordinary little kids don’t have the energy to deal with multiple scrutiny.

The management system involving artificial intelligence is indeed very efficient and comfortable. Everything is done according to the set rules, and there are not so many unexpected problems.

Unfortunately, from today on, Brian will not be able to enjoy this kind of intelligent office.

Because from now on, he is one of the privileged ones, one of the ones who make the rules of the organization.

Even without the intervention of artificial intelligence, no one dares to block him!
After Jasmine finished talking about the safe serial number, she looked at Brian and said, "Mr. Brian, everything here has been reviewed. Just follow Bush Sr.'s instructions. Although he is not young anymore, he has never made a mistake. I'll wait for you outside."

Brian nodded: "Okay."

Bush Sr. was a stuffy man.

He waited until Jasmine left the warehouse before he stretched out his right hand wearing the exoskeleton and pressed it against the alloy metal wall in front of him.

The moment his palm touched the metal wall.

Rays of light spread out from his palm and finally turned into a halo about two meters high and one meter wide, as if a door to a certain world had been opened. It was very cool.

"Beautiful, right?"

Bush Sr. grinned, revealing a densely packed mouth of neat white teeth: "This is designed by my grandson, he likes this kind of thing."

Hearing this, Brian's heart moved.

Suddenly he thought of someone.

Thinking of this, Brian asked tentatively: "Kabu?"

Kabu is the friend of Ali, the group's weapons and vehicle modification expert.

The beast motorcycle in Brian's hand was bought from this Kabu for a million dollars. It is still very fun to use. Brian has gradually fallen in love with the brilliant modifications that Kabu made to the motorcycle, but he hasn't ridden it for a while.

When he heard the name, Bush Sr. was stunned.

He nodded: "Yes, Kabu, but this is just a nickname. His real name is George W. Bush, and I gave it to him. Since you know Kabu, you should be Kabu's friend?"

Brian nodded. "We are cycling buddies and friends. He is a very talented and thoughtful young man who is obsessed with his hobbies, loyal to his friends, generous, and adventurous. Apart from the fact that he is too weak and unsafe to ride, he is really a good guy."

Because of the crisis warning, he did not hesitate to praise Kabu directly.

Brian wasn't trying to please the other party.

It's just a waste of words.

His flattering words come out eloquently, and his eloquence is worthless, so just treat it as an exercise.

A person may not feel happy when he or she is praised, but when you praise a junior he or she likes, even if the other person does not admit it on the surface, he or she will feel happy to some extent in his or her heart.

George H.W. Bush is such a person.

After listening to Brian's flattery, his businesslike face became noticeably kinder: "Yes, he likes some dangerous sports. I often worry about his safety. The more I try to stop him, the more rebellious he becomes. We haven't seen each other for a long time..."

Bush Sr. sighed, pressed his palms against the wall, and made a pushing motion.

next moment.

The metal wall, which was completely seamless, actually began to ripple like water, splitting into two, revealing a dark passage along the previous aperture.

"come in."

After Bush Sr. finished speaking, he walked in alone.

As he enters.

Soft rays of light fell on his body, and finally turned into broken points of light that merged into the surrounding dark walls.

Apart from anything else, the aesthetic taste of the designer who built this place is really top-notch!
He does a great job of showcasing the sci-fi beauty that technology inherently possesses.

And the metal walls actually showed the feel of water, which was also magical.

After looking around for a while, Brian followed and walked into the dark passage.

The same scene emerged.

Those lights must be some kind of detection method.

Brian had seen similar methods before in the surveillance footage of the mutants being held captive.

Wait until the light disappears.

The entrance behind him also disappeared.

Following the fragmented light, Brian quickened his pace and caught up with Bush Sr.

Separated by a wall, ten meters away.

This time, as he got closer, Brian's heart began to beat violently uncontrollably.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he stopped suddenly and looked at Bush Sr.'s back.

I saw that the other person's originally somewhat outlined back had straightened up, and the pale hair color turned into a deep black. No, not pure black, but a colorful black similar to crow feathers!
It seemed that he noticed Brian's action.

Bush stopped and turned to look.

I saw that his originally old face had somehow turned back into a young man, a handsome white man with dark eyes.

He smiled at Brian and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm just curious as to why those three old dogs treat you so seriously. You know, even the Tyrannosaurus Rex hiding on the island wouldn't let them treat you like this. Can you tell me the reason?"

Three old dogs
Brian was not stupid and knew that the other party was referring to the three founders of the NW organization.

Moreover, when he heard the other party talking about Dean, his indifferent expression and the changes in his body that he had not even noticed just now, all showed that this old Bush was not simple.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Bush Sr. didn't care.

He held out his palm: "Don't resist, I'll take you to my lounge."

As soon as the words fell, a familiar invisible force enveloped Brian's body.

Brian was stunned.

Is this the unique life magnetic field of third-order life?
Wow, he really is the warehouse sweeping monk.

The opponent is actually a third-level life!
next moment.

Bush Sr. turned into a shadow and disappeared from Brian's sight.

Brian who stayed where he was: ..
Brother, you are so pretentious, you are not as smooth as Dean and Old Deng.

(End of this chapter)