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Chapter 321 Don’t come here anymore. I don’t want to see you. (Please give me a monthly ticket at the end of the month!)

After one breath.

Bush returned to the far end of the passage.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked at Brian as if he were a monster: "Excuse me, young man, how much do you weigh?"

Brian shrugged, "I've been eating a lot lately, so it might be a bit heavy."

Bush rolled his eyes.

Although his biomagnetic field is not strong, he can still lift something that is less than half a ton... But he can't even lift the young man in front of him. It's outrageous, too outrageous!
The density of the other person's body must be terribly high!
The flesh, blood, and bones of a living thing are very delicate things.

A tall and strong person is not necessarily strong, but a person with muscle density as dense as steel must have an extremely strong body.

This represents absolute muscle strength, bone strength, and terrifying explosion.
Bush Sr. realized that there was a terrible newcomer in NW.

He pursed his lips and nodded: "In that case, let's walk over there."

This kind of secret room built in an underground base is destined to have a small internal space.

Walk out seven or eight meters.

At a fork in the road, Bush knocked on the wall in the dim environment.

With a slight noise, a single room of about a dozen square meters appeared in front of the two people.

The single room is equipped with a sensor light.

In fact, even without lights, Brian could see the decorations inside clearly with the dim light from outside.

The interior decoration is very simple.

A wooden bed, a bookshelf full of books, a photo wall, and an old TV.
That’s all. Just these things.

There is no bathroom or kitchen here, it's just a lounge.

After entering the room, Bush seemed a little silent.

Just now
What he did just now was just a psychological means, a means for him to know the information he wanted to know.

In the end, Brian didn't do anything, which embarrassed him.

In this situation, Bush Sr. realized that he could only get what he wanted to know in other ways.

Thinking of this, he said to Brian who was looking at the books, "Did those three old dogs, or Dean, tell me about my information?"

Brian stopped and looked.

He shook his head. "No, but I can guess. When the three NW founders talked to me before, they mentioned the rarity of third-order life. In our NW organization, there are many second-order strongmen who have tried to break through to the third-order life, but only one succeeded. The best result for the others is brain death."

Hearing this, Bush nodded:
“To be precise, there are a total of 172 losers.

Breaking the limits of life is certainly difficult, but with a large population base and human intervention, a lot can be done in sixty years.

With enough genetic talent + enough resources + a large number of individuals, any organization, as long as they are willing, can mass-produce first-order life. Second-order life may not be impossible either, it just depends on whether they are willing to pay the price.

In fact, after a special period of crazy consumption of resources with almost no gains, no organization would do such a loss-making thing now.

A simple second-order life cannot change anything.

But third-order life is different.

He is the limit of individual military strength and a walking tactical nuclear weapon.

The third level of life involves the level of consciousness.

In this regard, the deformed ones actually have more advantages than us enhanced humans.

It is an extremely difficult path for a second-order life to break through to a third-order life, and I am the one who has successfully walked this path."

At this point, he paused slightly and chuckled, "Brian, tell me why those three old dogs gave you such special treatment, and I'll tell you the secret to being promoted to the third-level life form, how about that?"

In Bush's view, no man could refuse this deal.

A powerful person can destroy the power of a small country.
Who can say no?

Under Bush's expectant gaze, Brian slowly shook his head: "Sorry, I don't think it's very good."

"Ok?"

Bush was puzzled: "Why? I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. In fact, I have been in this warehouse alone for nearly 20 years. Even if you tell me the reason, no one else will know it."

Brian still shook his head: "It's really inconvenient to say."

The deterrent effect of memetic pollution is strong, but it also carries great hidden dangers.

Its greatest deterrent is that it can make those who are in a high position lose everything, become lonely and uncomfortable.

But for those deviant cults hiding in the dark, it is also a 'treasure'.

After seeing Dean's strength, Brian realized that there is always someone better.

Even though the Holy Council suffered such a huge loss regarding his control over the means of memetic contamination, they still chose to keep it secret.

He certainly wouldn't show off like an idiot.

Of course, the main reason is that Brian knows how to break through the third level of life.

This thing can't be taught.

Purely depends on talent.

Seeing Brian's firm attitude, Bush wanted to persuade him: "If you think Dean can guide you, you are wrong. He became a third-order life by sheer luck, which cannot be replicated. The rest of my life is very boring, and there are not many things that can arouse my interest. Do you want to..."

"no need!"

Brian interrupted him directly: "Actually, I'm more curious about why you stay here. Logically, you are a strategic weapon in the NW organization, but you choose to stay in this dark underground as a warehouse manager."

Hearing this, Bush Sr.'s expression darkened.

He pointed to his face:
"Do you see it?
This is what I looked like when I was young!

I used to be so handsome, countless ladies, even M girls, sisters, wives...
So many wonderful memories!

Look at my body!

Powerful and omnipotent
I can live at least two hundred years, and it's all high-quality time.
But it's no use!

I was cheated!

I was tricked by those three old dogs!

I can’t get out now!”

A strong gale with strangling force was born out of nowhere as Bush Sr.'s emotions fluctuated. It roared around him, but was miraculously confined to about ten centimeters outside Bush Sr., without affecting anything in this small space.

This kind of precise control is much better than Dean and Old Deng.

"Whoo~"

After venting his anger for a while, Bush dispersed the strong wind around him and said to Brian, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. But since you know my grandson, I will give you a piece of advice: If you want to break through to the third level of life, stay away from the NW headquarters base. There are some disgusting things here!"

As he said this, he looked straight at Brian.

"what?"

Brian was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to think of something, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he nodded: "Well, okay, Mr. Bush."

Telling the truth, right?
Then I won’t listen.

This time Bush Sr. was dumbfounded again.

No, if you're not curious, how can I ask you why those three old dogs treat you specially?
He looked at Brian, who showed no curiosity at all, and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't you have anything else to say?"

Brian nodded: "Yes."

Bush smiled and said, "Just say it. . . ."

Brian also smiled: "Well..I have something else to do. Can we go get my things now?"

Bush Sr. couldn't laugh anymore.

He gave Brian a thumbs up: "You're just like that bastard Dean, you're despicable!"

According to the teachings of George H.W. Bush.

Brian took out a small silver-white box from a row of safe-like boxes.

There are some angel-like patterns on the surface of the box, which looks very high-end and textured.

Bush said with a dark face: "Put the box on this platform. By the way, what is your third-level staff title?" "Disaster!"

"Disaster?" Bush Sr. glanced at Brian's handsome and gentle face, nodded, and waved the letters in the air.

next moment.

A blue laser shot out from the ceiling, and on the surface of the box, a line of exquisite fonts was imprinted: Disaster, NW
In addition, there are also some discourses such as organizational culture dogma of some NW organizations.

It looks like poetry.

In short, it's flashy.

While waiting, Brian asked curiously, "What's in the box?"

"A specially made liquid metal combat suit, which is highly expandable and retractable, and can be automatically repaired. It is also quite practical, and it won't be particularly conspicuous even if you wear it on a daily basis.

There is also an exclusive ring for the top leaders of the NW organization, which has a number on it.

If I remember correctly, the number of the ring in this box is thirteen, and your file record will also become a disaster, Thirteen, on a certain day of a certain year, promoted to a third-level employee."

As he spoke, Bush Sr. showed his ring finger.

There is a ring with a three-dimensional buoy of a holy angel kneeling and praying.

It can be seen that he likes this ring very much.

"Thirteen.."

Brian suddenly recalled an experience in which he took strong drugs.
He subconsciously touched his lower back and said, "It's a very good number. It matches my title very well. In other words, I am the thirteenth person in the NW organization to get this ring?"

Bush nodded. "Not just any third-level employee is eligible to get the ring. It means real power. I was also the center of attention like you, but unfortunately I had worse luck. In order to ensure the prosperity of the family, I finally got the ring. Forget it, let's not talk about those things. Boy, the box is ready, get out of here!"

Without hearing the curious things from Brian, he felt like ants were crawling on his body.

It's itchy, but I can't scratch it!

Annoying!

Brian didn't care either.

He grabbed the box and was about to leave.

In the end, Bush couldn't help but sighed, "Forget it. Although I don't know why those three old dogs treat you so specially, from your body density, I know that you are a young man with terrifying talent. Sooner or later, you will touch the threshold of the third-order life."

He didn't care about Brian's reaction and said to himself: "Level 3 involves the level of consciousness, or in other words, the soul, the real soul. The reason why I said that Dean can't teach you is because his situation is special. A normal level 3 life..."

Bush pointed to his forehead and said, "After the breakthrough, there will be wonderful changes here, nurturing and giving birth to the life magnetic field, and even allowing you to see the truth of this world. Dean's life magnetic field originates from the heart. Haha, although he didn't say it, I know that it is not his heart, haha."

He laughed to himself twice and continued:

“I said before that it is actually easier for deformed people to break through to the third level of life because of their special circumstances.

The Deformers will lose control because the blood moon radiation contains a special substance which will cause them to unconsciously reveal the dark side of their emotions when their emotions fluctuate, putting them in fatal danger of losing control of their sanity.

During this process, their consciousness is actually constantly merging with those special energies.

As long as their self-awareness is strong enough, a wonderful change will take place.

I don't know how that happens, but it's magical.

Changes again and again
As long as the self-awareness of the Deformed is strong enough, they can naturally break through to the third level of life without even taking any extra actions during this process..."

As he spoke, Bush suddenly looked at Brian and said, "Do you know why I am the only one among the 173 people in the NW organization who has successfully broken through to the third level of life?"

Brian was fascinated by what he heard and asked subconsciously, "Why?"

Bush's mouth corners turned up:

"Want to know?

Then tell me, why do those three old dogs treat you so specially? "

Good guy!
Brian looked at Bush Sr. in silence.

What a thief's behavior!

You tricked people into coming in and killing them, right?

He waved his hand: "Oh, then I don't want to know."

He eats everything but the bait!

Seeing that he still couldn't defeat Bryan, Bush Sr. was completely convinced!

He glared at Brian fiercely, took out a pamphlet from his pocket and threw it at him: "Get lost!"

Brian took the booklet and asked curiously, "What is this?"

“I hope the reasons and methods of my success can give you some inspiration!”

Bush waved his hand and said: "Go out. Remember, when you break through, stay away from the crowd. In any case, don't break through at the base. It's best to go to the place you like most."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Brian. He lowered his head and was angry. Even his appearance, which had originally turned into a young one, returned to his previous appearance as an old man. When he saw Brian looking at him, he turned away and faced away from Brian.

Brian was delighted to see this.

This old man is interesting.

Looking at the old booklet in his hand, he bowed to Bush Sr. and said, "Thank you. Got it, old man. Since you are curious, I will tell you the reason."

Bush pricked up his ears and secretly laughed.

I still can't take you!
After waiting for a long time, there was no further news.

Bush looked back in confusion, but there was no trace of Bryan.
"I%……*!!!"

Bush Sr. was almost so angry at Bryan's despicable behavior that he got a cerebral hemorrhage!

This bastard didn't make any noise when he left!
The more Bush thought about it, the angrier he got!

Boom~
An extremely fierce hurricane surged through this special passage!!!

When Bush had vented his frustration and was about to leave the passage, Brian came back, waved the book in his hand, and said depressedly: "Are you sure you didn't give me a pornographic novel?"

"roll!"

"Get out of here!!"

"Don't come here again, I don't want to see you!!!"

Bush Sr. roared at Bryan with a ferocious look on his face.

Brian was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head and rushed out of the warehouse.

He actually thought about telling the old man the reason to satisfy his curiosity.

But the old man said that he was trapped here.

Coupled with the other party's constant warnings to him to stay away from the base and break through the third-level life, Brian immediately realized why the old man was trapped.

It is the motherboard of the 'Book of Death' hidden at the bottom of the base!
Brian didn't know the specific reason, but it was definitely related to the board.

Under such circumstances, how could he dare to tell Bush Sr. the truth?

What if the other party forces you to help in order to gain freedom?
Brian is a real guy.

He has the same attitude as others.

He is friendly to good people.

To the evil ones, he is even more vicious and cruel than them!

The same
Whether it was because of the investment or some other reason, Bush was nice to me.
Not bad is not bad.

Brian planned to deal with the other party after breaking through the third level.

Then you will be more confident to avoid some unpleasant things.

Anyway, Bush Sr. himself said that he could live a long time.

Brian didn't think it would take him two hundred years to break through to the third level.

Be conservative.

Two years!

(End of this chapter)