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 side of the passage.

His cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at Brian as if he were a monster: "May I ask, young man, how much do you weigh?"

Brian shrugged: "I've been eating a lot lately, maybe a little heavy."

Bush rolled his eyes.

Although his biomagnetic field is not strong, he can still lift something as small as half a ton. But it turns out that he can't lift the young man in front of him. It's outrageous, it's outrageous!

The density of the opponent's body must be terrifyingly high!

The flesh and bones of living things are very delicate things.

A tall person may not necessarily be powerful, but a person with muscle density comparable to steel must have a terrifyingly strong physical body.

This represents absolute muscle strength, bone strength, and terrifying explosion

Bush realized that a terrible new person had arrived in NW.

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

This kind of secret room built in an underground base is destined to not have too much internal space.

Go out seven or eight meters.

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

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

Sensor lights are installed in single rooms.

In fact, there was no light. With the dim light from the outside, Brian could clearly see the ornaments inside.

The decoration inside is very simple.

A wooden bed, a bookshelf filled with books, a photo wall, and an old TV

No more, just these things.

There isn't even a bathroom or kitchen inside, 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 method, a method to facilitate him to know the information he wanted to know.

As a result, Brian did nothing and embarrassed him.

In this case, Bush 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: "Have those three old dogs, or Dean, ever told me about me?"

Brian stopped and looked.

He shook his head: "No, but I can guess that when the three NW founders talked to me before, they said that third-level life is rare. In our NW organization, there are many second-level strong men who try to break through third-level life. But only one succeeds, and the best outcome for the others is brain death.”

Hearing this, Bush nodded:

“To be precise, there are a total of one hundred and seventy-two losers.

It is difficult to break the limit of life, but with a large population base and manual intervention, a lot can be done in sixty years.

With enough genetic talent + enough resources + the accumulation of a large base of individuals, any organization, as long as it is willing to do so, can mass-produce first-level life forms. Second-level life forms may not be impossible, it just depends on whether they are willing to pay the price.

In fact, after a special period of crazy consumption of resources but almost no harvest, no organization will do such a loss-making thing now.

A simple second-level life cannot change anything.

But the third level life is different.

He is the limit of individual force, a walking tactical nuclear weapon.

The third level of life involves the level of consciousness.

In this regard, deformed people have an advantage over us enhanced people.

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

At this point, he paused slightly and chuckled: "Brian, how about you tell me why those three old dogs gave you such special treatment, and I tell you the secret to advancing to the third level of life?"

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

A powerful person can destroy a small country...

Who can say no?

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

"Um?"

Bush was puzzled: "Why, I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity. In fact, I have been alone in this warehouse for nearly twenty years. If you tell me the reason, there will be no second chance. I know it personally.”

Brian still shook his head: "It's really not convenient to say."

The shock of memetic pollution is strong, but the hidden dangers are also great.

Its biggest shock is that it can make people who are in a high position have nothing, become lonely, and live uncomfortable.

But it is also a 'treasure' for those aberrants and cults hiding in the dark.

After seeing Dean's strength, Brian realized that there was always a mountain higher.

Regarding his control of memetic pollution methods, the Holy Council suffered such a big loss and still chose to keep it a secret.

Naturally, he won't show off everywhere like a fool.

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

This thing can't be taught.

Just depends on talent.

Seeing Brian's resolute attitude, Bush wanted to persuade him: "If you think that Dean can guide you, you are wrong. He became a third-level being because of good luck and cannot be copied. The rest of my life is very boring. There aren't many things that interest me, would you like to..."

"No!"

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

Hearing this, Bush Sr.'s expression darkened.

He pointed at his face:

"Do you see it?

This is what I looked like when I was young!

I used to be so handsome and handsome, and was loved by countless ladies, even mistresses, sisters, and wives...

So many wonderful memories!

Look at my body!

powerful, omnipotent

I can live for at least two hundred years, and it will still be high-quality time...

But it's no use!

I've been cheated!

I was tricked by those three old dogs!

I can't get out at all now! "

A strong wind with the power of strangulation was born out of thin air due to Bush Sr.'s emotional fluctuations. It roared around him, but it was miraculously confined to about ten centimeters outside Bush Sr., without affecting anything in this small space. thing.

This kind of precise control is much better than Dean Laden.

"Huh~"

After Bush finished venting for a while, he casually dispersed the strong wind surrounding him, and said sternly to Brian: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, but since you know my grandson, I will give you a piece of advice: If you If you want to break through the third level of life, stay away from the NW headquarters base, there are very disgusting things here!”

As he said that, he looked directly at Brian.

"ah?"

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

Telling the truth, right?

Then I won't listen.

Now Bush Sr. was dumbfounded again.

No, if you are not curious, how can I ask you why those three old dogs treat you specially?

He looked at Brian, who was not curious at all, and couldn't help but proactively remind him: "You have nothing else to say?"

Brian nodded: "Yes."

Bush smiled: "Say it, 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 are just like that bitch Dean, you are despicable!"

Follow the teachings of Bush Sr.

Brian got a small silver-white box in a row of safes.

There are some angels and other group patterns on the surface of the box, which look very high-end and textured.

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

"Disaster!"

"Disaster?" Bush 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 a line of exquisite fonts was imprinted on the surface of the box: Disaster, NW

In addition, there are also discourses such as the organizational culture dogma of some NW organizations.

It looks a lot like poetry.

All in all, it's very fancy.

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

"A specially-made liquid metal combat suit, it is highly stretchable and can be repaired automatically. It is quite practical and will not be particularly conspicuous even if it is worn daily.

There is also an exclusive ring only available to the top brass of the NW organization, with 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 and a certain month, you will be promoted to the third level of staff."

As he spoke, Bush showed his ring finger.

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

It was obvious that he liked this ring very much.

"Thirteen.."

Brian suddenly thought of a time when he took powerful drugs...

He subconsciously touched his lower back: "A very good number, and 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, everyone is eligible to get the ring, which means real power. I was also in the spotlight like you back then, but unfortunately I was less lucky. In order to ensure the prosperity of the family, I finally decided... Let’s not talk about those things anymore, boy, the box is ready, get out!”

He didn't hear anything curious from Brian, and now he felt like there were ants 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 hold it back and sighed: "Forget it, although I don't know why those three old dogs are so special to you, but from the density of your body, I know that you are a young man with terrifying talents. Sooner or later, you will come into contact with the threshold of third-level life."

He didn't care about Brian's reaction and said to himself: "The third level involves the level of consciousness, or the soul, the soul in the true sense. The reason why I said that bastard Dean can't teach you is because of his condition. Special, normal third-level life..."

Bush pointed at the center of his eyebrows: "After the breakthrough, wonderful changes will occur here. The life magnetic field will be nurtured and born, and it will even allow you to see the reality of this world. Dean's life magnetic field originates from the heart, haha, Although he hid it and didn’t say it, I knew it wasn’t his heart, haha.”

He laughed to himself twice and continued:

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

The reason why aberrants lose control is because the blood moon radiation contains a special substance, which will prompt them to unconsciously reveal the dark side of their emotions when their emotions fluctuate, causing them to be in fatal danger of losing control of their sanity.

In this process, their consciousness is actually constantly integrating with those special energies.

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

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

Change again and again

As long as the self-awareness of the aberrations is strong enough, they can naturally break through to the third level of life without even needing additional actions in the process..."

As he spoke, Bush Sr. suddenly looked at Brian: "Do you know why I was able to become the NW organization, the only one among the one hundred and seventy-three people who successfully broke through to the third level of life?"

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

The corners of Bush's mouth turned up:

"Want to know?

Then tell me, why do those three old dogs give you special treatment? "

Good guy!

Brian looked at Bush Sr. speechlessly.

What a thief!

You trick people into killing them, right?

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

He will eat anything but the bait!

Seeing that Brian still couldn't be taken down, Bush Sr. was completely convinced!

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

Brian took the pamphlet and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"The reasons and methods for my success, I hope it can give you some inspiration!"

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

After saying that, he stopped looking at Brian, lowered his head and became angry. Even the form that had transformed into a young man returned to the old man's appearance. Seeing Brian looking at him, he turned around, Turn your back to Brian.

Seeing this, Brian was happy.

This old man is interesting.

Looking at the old pamphlet in his hand, he bowed to Bush Sr.: "Thank you, I understand, old man. Since you are curious, I will tell you the reason."

Bush perked up his ears and felt secretly happy.

I can’t take you down yet!

As a result, I waited for a long time, but there was no follow-up.

Bush looked back with some confusion, but there was no trace of Brian anywhere...

"I%……*!!!"

Bush almost suffered brain congestion due to Brian's thieves' behavior!

This bitch didn't make any movement when he left!

The more Bush thinks about it, the angrier he becomes!

Boom~

An extremely fierce hurricane is raging in this special passage! ! !

When Bush Sr. finished venting his frustration and was about to leave the passage, Brian left and returned, waved the booklet in his hand, and said depressedly: "Are you sure you didn't give me a color novel?"

"roll!"

"Get out of here!!"

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

Bush Sr. roared at Brian with a ferocious 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.

However, the old man himself said that he was trapped here.

Coupled with the fact that the other party kept warning him to stay away from the base and break through the third level of life, Brian immediately realized why the old man was trapped.

It’s the ‘Book of Death’ motherboard hidden at the bottom of the base!

Brian doesn't know the specific reason, but it must be related to the board.

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

What if the other party forces you to help for the sake of freedom?

Brian is a real person.

He has the same attitude as others.

He was kind to good people.

He is even more vicious and cruel to evil people than they are!

Same reason

Regardless of whether Bush Sr. has a good attitude towards himself because of investment or other reasons.

Good is good.

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

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

Anyway, Bush 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!