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 that Brian had experienced such a situation.

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

This may be a bit exaggerated, but it was 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 was just that there was more sighing, confusion, and a little hidden jealousy in their eyes.

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

Third-level staff!

Talent, luck, and noble support are all indispensable, and they are the ultimate goals of these people!

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

This sense of contrast that could not be caught up made people feel lost and desperate.

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

"Sir Brian.

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

After you confirm your title, the organization will also send this news to all official organizations and forces in the world that are in neutral and friendly relations with the NW organization. At that time, I am afraid that many organizations and forces will send you gifts to congratulate you.

If you are planning a celebration party, you can tell the people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and they will handle these things properly."

"So efficient?"

Brian raised his eyebrows.

Hey, it was the first time he was called Your Excellency, which was quite interesting.

This Your Excellency and the Chinese translation of Your Excellency are not exactly the same in meaning, 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, at most it is just the name plus the position, including the federal president.

The title of Your Excellency is more official, generally used for local senior officials or religious leaders, and only occasionally used.

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

As for the celebration party?

Brian waved his hand: "Forget the party. By the way, do all level 3 employees have such treatment?"

The woman shook her head:

"Not really.

The promotion of level 3 employees is generally only announced internally.

There are many level 2 lives in the NW organization, but level 3 employees are different from level 3 employees. Although they are all worthy of respect from all NW employees, only level 3 employees with formal positions and management rights will be specially 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 big shot."

"Big shot"

Brian smiled.

This is simply flattering himself.

Looking at the world, there are so many official organizations, and there are not a few level 2 lives. At most, people will be amazed at his youth, but they may not remember him afterwards.

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

After all, the third-level staff who are promoted normally either have a major breakthrough in scientific research and are recognized by the organization, or are promoted to the second-level life, and will also be tested within the organization, and there is a buffer process and time.

But Brian has nothing.

He was just famous before, but not long after, he was suddenly promoted without knowing what he did.

This is not the weirdest thing.

The weirdest thing is today's welcome.

The three founders of the NW organization came out collectively to welcome Brian with an attitude that outsiders could not understand, and gave him a treatment that even other third-level staff could not enjoy.

This also added a certain mysterious color to Brian.

It has not been two hours since the incident happened.

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

It can be foreseen.

For a long time to come, the topic of discussion about Brian will be very high.

But not many people really know the cause and effect.

Brian will not deliberately publicize these.

Passing through the exchange channel with a lot of people.

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

This is at the top of the base.

Generally, few people come here.

If needed, they are all artificial intelligence channels: put something into the transmission opening, and the transport channel will automatically send the thing to the designated exit.

Everything here is very smart and modern.

Brian is actually quite curious about the energy supply here.

He once tried to use the second-level staff authority to find the answer to the question on the intranet, but found nothing.

This should be a secret with a higher authority.

I don’t know if I am qualified to know now...

I think of some messy things.

Under the guidance of the woman, the two scanned their faces and entered the warehouse.

The warehouse is full of electronic eyes, and there are some clumsy robots responsible for transportation.

The only living person here is a white old man with wrinkles on his face.

The old man is wearing denim overalls, which looks a bit like a worker who helps fork grass on a farm, but the equipment on his body is very sci-fi, a complete set of auxiliary exoskeleton armor, which is black in color, and actually gives Brian a faint sense of threat.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this sense of danger came from the old man or the exoskeleton armor on the old man.

Warehouse sweeper?

The woman didn't notice the change in Brian's eyes at all.

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

When the two of them came in, the old white man was carrying some kind of Q-shaped explosive, which was a torpedo similar to the shark head in the animation.

A woman's voice is heard.

He ignored it, but first moved the things into the box, then slowly turned around and said with a smile: "Yes, it's been almost a year and three months. Very few people come here. It's all me here." Just stay there, I almost forgot the smell of flowers, soil, grass, and..."

The woman rolled her eyes: "Here you go again, come on, Bush, I have very important things to do today. This is Mr. Brian, a newly promoted third-level employee at the base. I need to take Mr. Brian there. There is no time to waste in receiving the equipment, ID badges and entry permissions of Level 3 staff.”

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

The woman was afraid that Brian would be impatient, so she explained: "Bush Sr. 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 in NW. My mother has retired. He At the warehouse, besides the founder, he has the highest authority, so we can only get to the safe through him.”

"safe?"

Brian asked curiously: "Why, is the equipment of the third-level staff very different from that of the second-level staff?"

The woman shook her head:

“It still depends on the situation.

Everyone is different.

For example, the third-level employees of the scientific research department usually change their authority and obtain the leadership and dividends of a certain laboratory. Apart from their status and authority, there is no change.

There are also third-level employees who have reached the second level of life through transformation. Their mental state is generally unstable. The organization will arrange additional places for them to live, so it is just a matter of entering the permission changes. As for equipment and the like, we are not responsible for it. , but it is the responsibility of the Secret Service Department. "

Hearing this, Brian nodded.

The Secret Service is a special department of the NW organization.

Dr. Octopus Benjamin framed him before, and those who were reported by Brian and went to capture Benjamin, but were eventually killed, were NW's Secret Service employees.

They generally rarely appear in the public eye.

While talking.

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

The old man looked at the woman: "Jasmine, according to the regulations, only the promoted person and the guard can enter inside. You don't have permission..."

Brian then learned that the woman was called Jasmine.

Jasmine smiled and nodded: "Yes, Sir Brian's equipment is a 378-series safe, which has been reviewed and filed with the highest authority of the founder. Just let Sir Brian conduct fingerprint, iris and voice verification."

Machines, intelligence, real people, trinity verification.

Brian actually likes the service process of the NW base.

The artificial intelligence here is mainly responsible for the intermediate procedures. Everyone performs their own duties. There is no need to consider too many human factors, and you will not encounter things like little ghosts blocking you, otherwise the artificial intelligence will be filed for review by multiple parties.

The average kid doesn't have the energy to deal with multiple scrutiny.

The management system with the participation of artificial intelligence is indeed very efficient and comfortable. Everything is done according to the set rules, and there are not so many mistakes.

Unfortunately, starting from today, Brian will no longer be able to enjoy this kind of smart office.

Because from now on, he is one of the privileged, one of those who sets the rules of the organization.

Even without the intervention of artificial intelligence, no one dares to jam him!

After Jasmine said the safe's serial number, she looked at Brian: "Sir Brian, everything here has been reviewed. Just follow Bush Sr's instructions. Although he is not young, he has never made any mistakes. I am outside. Wait for you."

Brian nodded: "Okay."

Bush is an old-fashioned man.

He waited until Jasmine left the warehouse, then stretched out his right hand wearing an exoskeleton and pressed it on the alloy metal wall in front.

The moment his palm prints touched the metal wall.

Streams of light followed the position of his palm and scattered around, and finally turned into a circle of light about two meters high and more than one meter wide. It was like opening the door to the world at a certain location, which was very cool.

"Pretty"

Bush grinned, showing his dense, 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 tentatively said: "Kabu?"

Kabu is friends with Eli, the team's weapons and vehicle modification expert.

The beast motorcycle in Brian's hands was purchased from Kabu for a million dollars. It is still very enjoyable to use. Brian has also gradually fallen in love with Kabu's glorious modifications on the motorcycle, but he It’s just that I haven’t ridden for a while.

Bush was stunned when he heard the name.

He nodded: "Yes, Kabu, but it's just a nickname. His real name is George W. Bush. I got it for 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. He is obsessed with his hobbies, loyal to his friends, generous and adventurous. Except for his weak body and unsafe cycling, he is really good."

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

Brian was not trying to please the other party.

It was just a waste of words.

He wasted his words and it was worthless to play with words, just as exercise.

A person may not be happy to flatter himself, but when you flatter his favorite junior, even if the other party does not admit it on the surface, he will feel happy in his heart.

Bush Sr. is such a person.

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

Bush Sr. sighed, pressed his palm on the wall, and made a pushing motion.

The next moment

The metal wall without any gaps actually showed water wave-like fluctuations, splitting into two, and following the previous aperture, a dark passage was revealed.

"Come in."

Bush said, and walked in alone.

As he entered.

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

Apart from anything else, the aesthetics of the designer who built this place are really top-notch!

He showed the sci-fi beauty that the technology originally had very well.

And the metal wall actually showed the sense of water, which was also amazing.

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

The same scene emerged.

Those lights should be some kind of detection method.

Brian had seen similar methods in the surveillance of those deformed people before.

Wait until the light disappears.

The entrance behind him also disappeared.

Following the broken light spots, Brian quickened his pace and caught up with Bush.

Separated by a wall, ten meters away.

This time, as he approached, Brian's heart beat violently uncontrollably.

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

I saw that the other party's back, which was originally somewhat outlined, had straightened up, and the pale hair color turned into a deep black. No, it was not pure black, but a colorful black similar to crow feathers!

It seemed that he noticed Brian's action.

Bush stopped and turned his head.

I saw that his originally old face had become young again without knowing when, and turned into a handsome white young man with dark eyes.

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

Three old dogs

Brian is not stupid, and he knows that the other party is referring to the three founders of the NW organization.

And when he heard the other party talking about Dean, that kind of faint expression, and the physical changes that he didn't even notice just now, all showed that Bush was not simple.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bush didn't care.

He stretched 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 the third-level life?

Oh, it's really the warehouse sweeping monk.

The other party is actually a third-level life!

The next moment.

Bush turned into a residual image 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.