Outside the warehouse, the woman named Jasmine was still waiting.
Brian’s delay was somewhat lengthy.
She was somewhat puzzled, but upon seeing Brian, she didn’t express her curiosity. Instead, she led him to the next destination.
Under Jasmine’s guidance, they arrived at a heavily guarded metal door.
The guards turned out to be lumbering robot soldiers in the form of heavily armed metallic spiders, draped with thick chains of ammunition.
Their eyes, modeled after spider eyes, could see in every direction except directly behind them, and glowed with a green light, casting strong radiation around them.
Jasmine seemed clearly nervous upon reaching this place.
She didn’t even dare to step out of the passage.
As soon as they appeared, the spider-like robotic guards’ green eyes turned yellow as a sign of alert and simultaneously turned towards them.
From these spider robots, Brian could feel a faint threat.
He looked at Jasmine beside him.
Jasmine pointed to the metal door ahead, "This is the most important place in the base besides the storage room. Only those with permission from the three founders can pass through this corridor, otherwise these mechanical soldiers will kill without hesitation."
Enlightened, Brian said, "You mean, this is the core of the base’s artificial intelligence?"
No wonder he felt intense radiation as soon as the corridor door opened.
Jasmine nodded, "Yes, Lord Brian, but to be precise, this is a subprocess of Artificial Intelligence Zero. It was developed by replicating the brain patterns and neural connections of a Special Mutant by the entire Holy Council. I can’t clarify further, it’s beyond my understanding."
Brian nodded, "So I can just walk right out now?"
Jasmine nodded and pointed to a spot just in front of the passage: "One meter outside the passage is the checkpoint. There’s about three seconds of detection. Green eyes indicate safe passage; yellow means unknown alert, you absolutely mustn’t step out; and if it’s red..."
She smiled, "There’s nowhere to hide here. I don’t believe any carbon-based life could withstand six Electromagnetic Guns firing ten thousand rounds per minute. We would be vaporized in an instant..."
After finishing, she gave Brian a significant look.
Naturally, Brian understood the subtext in Jasmine’s words.
As a subordinate, Jasmine couldn’t refuse the tasks assigned by her superiors, but she found Brian’s rapid promotion too mysterious. To avoid being implicated, she deliberately hinted to remind Brian:
Are you sure the three founders aren’t setting you up?
If they do, we’ll both die here today!
But Brian wasn’t worried about that.
Not to mention the guarantee of Dean, the threat alone recorded earlier could ensure they wouldn’t dare act rashly before verifying the authenticity, since targeted Meme Pollution could knock them off their high pedestals.
Without their families’ influence, they would be dealt with even if they survived.
So, for the moment, Brian wasn’t worried about being set up.
He wasn’t that easy to kill either.
In fact, Brian was more interested in the Electromagnetic Guns mentioned by Jasmine.
In his previous life, such devices had been mounted on battleships, mainly for medium to short-range fire, but couldn’t be applied to firearms which required more compact design.
"I wonder if I could withstand the enthusiasms of six thousand rounds per minute from an Electromagnetic Gun..."
Curious, Brian took a step forward.
He detected several invisible fluctuations.
The eyes of the six spider-like guardian guns turned green, and they gave way to a path.
The metal door behind them also slowly opened, revealing a gap just wide enough for one person.
Seeing this, Jasmine sighed in relief.
Thank goodness there wasn’t some melodramatic incident; otherwise, she’d have to ’accidentally’ die alongside Brian.
She quickly explained to Brian, "The highest clearance in the base can only be recorded by the base’s artificial intelligence, Black Night. Since the establishment of the NW organization, it has always been this way. Lord Brian, you’ll know how to operate once you’re inside."
Brian nodded and walked forward.
As he approached the spider guards, he paused, pinched his fingers, creating several fingerprint marks, then with a smile, he walked through the metal door and entered the inside.
Inside was a corridor.
To be precise, a metal corridor three meters long.
This meant that the metal door was at least three meters thick.
Passing through the corridor, Brian entered a pitch-black room.
To call it a room was also inaccurate.
A kind of hard glass prevented him from proceeding further.
There probably were some light-absorbing materials around, as there wasn’t a single ray of light here.
However, as he arrived, tiny specks of starlight emerged in the distance.
Those specks formed a network resembling optical fibers, constantly interweaving and twinkling, looking both scientific and enchanting.
Only when the network formed a small patch did Brian realize that those starlight specks made up the neural network of the human brain.
Using those lights, Brian could also make out that in front of him was a large glass cover, filled with an unknown liquid, and that neural network floated within it.