Brother, it’s indeed more comfortable when it’s your own flesh and blood giving orders!
"Little brother, the decision is made, it’s going to be you!"
Brian clenched his fist, firming up his decision.
The helicopter from Umbrella Company’s laboratory, while starting farther away from Brian’s location, arrived even more swiftly.
Upon reaching the coordinates, with the advantage of the bird’s-eye view from midair, the pilot easily spotted Brian and began searching for a place to land.
After the helicopter landed,
a bald man jumped out with four fully armed security guards.
This bald man was Gandob, the temporary manager of the laboratory appointed by Brian.
Carrying a specially made box, he hurried towards Brian: "Boss, as soon as I received your message, I immediately came over in person."
Brian nodded, "Yes, Gandob, you’re very efficient, I trust you completely."
Speaking, he pointed to the two corpses and the grotesque heart he had laid out in advance: "These are the bodies of two Mutants I just killed. Take them back for refrigeration, especially that heart, it’s quite special and needs to be stored separately."
Gandob nodded repeatedly: "No problem, boss. Regarding all research aspects, do these two bodies need to be added to the list for research materials?"
"Let’s wait until the research institute is back on track."
Brian said dismissively.
At present, he really didn’t have time to focus on the institute, so he just had the new Researchers continue the in-depth research based on the documents left by their predecessors.
Whenever someone made a breakthrough,
he would decide to promote one of the outstanding Researchers to lead a project for more in-depth biological research.
Being a boss, one can’t be lazy, otherwise, what kind of boss would that be!
More than ten minutes after Gandob and his group left with the bodies, Green and Ivan also arrived with two police officers...
The serial killings at the farm’s crematorium were directly closed by Brian.
As an autonomous organization, members of NW’s Operations Division had the authority to conclusively end an investigation.
Of course, they also needed to submit a closing report or suspension report afterwards. NW’s Internal Affairs had special personnel for random checks to ensure the stable operation of the division.
but realistically, with the identities of Brian and Susan as open Second-level Staff, there wouldn’t be any foolish Internal Affairs staff looking for trouble with Team B6.
Normally, Second-level Staff wouldn’t fancy staying on the front lines of the Operations Division.
Team B6 was an exception.
Of course, in this case, the killer was indeed Vasily.
He intended to use the police force’s power to find the surviving killer from those years ago, and also to probe into the government’s ’mystical’ forces, getting a glimpse into the real side of this world.
Unfortunately for him, he was unlucky to encounter Brian and due to Brian’s hastily made arrangements, which caused a premature reaction after seeing the female cop, revealing his special traits and leading to Brian’s pursuit, eventually becoming one among the countless souls in Brian’s hands, and even presenting a big ’obsession’ gift.
In this case, the only one who really got unlucky was the few classmates whose bodies were occupied by Vasily, as well as the female cop Shara sent by Brian.
The few college students who died, Brian felt indifferent.
Vasily was just a neurotic with unstable emotions, staying with him, even if everything went smoothly, could still lead to being eaten by him due to some other reason.
Their tragic deaths within this incident could only be chalked up to their poor fate.
The female cop Shara, however, was different.
Dying in the line of duty while on public duty was an inherent risk of the profession.
Upon joining, they had to be ready for potential sacrifice at any time.
Still, Brian felt somewhat guilty.
He wasn’t a good person, but under the premise of ensuring his own interests, he treated his own people rather well.
Hence, on top of the normal compensation for dying in the line of duty provided by the town’s police station, he gave an additional seven-figure cheque to Shara’s family.
Money couldn’t bring Shara back to life, but at least it could make the lives of the family members Shara cared about a little better, and it also eased his conscience a bit.
After dealing with all of this, it was already the wee hours of the morning.
The next day was a rest day.
With so many squads and teams in NW, a rotational rest system was adopted.
And Team B6 was left mostly to themselves.
They could choose their own days off and then take a break.
Apart from the staff with cases on their hands, everyone else took two days of unified rest.
If there were cases within the jurisdiction, the reporting center would also directly contact their private phones.
Resting together was convenient for them to gather, have household parties, and bond.
Due to the nature of the profession, although they had only been working together for a few months, the relationships had warmed up quickly, and the camaraderie was genuine.
After all, in times of danger, your partners are each other’s backup.
But Brian didn’t join everyone’s gathering this time.
He had made an appointment with old Dean.
He had encountered the mystery artifact again.
He suspected it might be some kind of destiny.
Plus, the artifact was related to the Biological Nuclear Weapons mentioned by Brother Octopus Benjamin, and Brian had even managed to get a piece from the FBI base.
He needed to find out what this thing was as soon as possible.
Consulting with Dean became his most logical choice.
The two met at a coffee shop.
Upon seeing each other,
Dean looked at Brian like he had seen a ghost.
His eyes widened, "FK, Brian, I haven’t seen you in over a month. What have you been through recently?"
Ever since his last exchange with Dean at the bottom of the sea, apart from being frequently bullied by Susan, he didn’t think he’d gone through anything else.
What was with Dean’s reaction?