He hung up the phone.
Brian tapped on the table, deep in thought.
Vasily’s obsession was to find the last killer of his uncle’s family.
Note, it was to find, not to kill.
So Brian was certainly going to Brazil himself.
The only problem was that Brian hadn’t expected that person to be taken away by someone from the Dark Sect and then used to feed some kind of creature, and then the organization that took his job, the Book Society, had suffered losses there, losing quite a few people, which led to direct satellite surveillance.
Spy satellites, also known as high-definition satellite modules, generally consist of several satellites flying in low earth orbit, with resolutions within one meter, unaffected by weather, day or night.
This led to a problem: Brian going over might place him under satellite surveillance.
He was investigating this matter using his own identity.
Brian himself currently did not possess abilities like light refraction to render himself invisible.
So if he went directly, the risk of exposure was very high.
There was only one way: make those satellites actively avoid that area, no longer daring to monitor!
After returning, Brian had been waiting for a call from the Holy Council.
Now he had received it.
He believed no one would dare monitor that area anymore.
Thinking this, Brian logged into the NW organization’s intranet and, with his permissions, requested access to the ground satellite vision resources.
Using this required an application.
As a Third Level staff member, there was no need for manual review; the NW organization’s AI assistance approved Brian’s application immediately.
He followed the procedures and entered the coordinates.
After waiting for a little over a minute,
the imagery appeared.
Brian looked at the onscreen situation and let out a sound of surprise.
How could there still be living creatures?
In a deserted coastal construction zone, several hunched figures were moving quickly, leaving high-speed afterimages as they darted from one building to another.
Their speed was very fast.
The NW organization’s monitoring satellite data in the top right corner kept refreshing.
This was a set of intelligent capture parameters for tracking objects moving over a hundred kilometers per hour, a very advanced technique today.
Just from their speed, the physical condition of these creatures had already surpassed many First Rank lives.
As the ultra-high-definition capture camera completed locking on.
Several high-definition screenshots appeared in the bottom right corner of the monitor.
Brian took a look and was even more astonished.
Those few creatures looked very much like him when he transformed: black scale armor, streamlined body, back-sprouting wings...
They looked exactly like little demons that had run up from Hell.
"Could this be what the people of the Dark Sect were feeding?"
It couldn’t possibly be some monstrous thing created by his own Meme Pollution, right?
Brian thought for a moment, took out his phone, and called Balazs.
Whether or not it was the case, time to shift the blame!
Meanwhile, Balazs, who was in a manor in Sweden, had just finished communicating with Brian and was now having a virtual meeting with the other members of the Holy Council, discussing how to handle this matter.
Those participating in the meeting were mostly men and women with silvery white hair but youthful appearances.
These individuals appeared to be around thirty, in the prime years for career building, but in reality, the youngest of them was already over eighty years old.
The oldest among them had lived through a century.
Before the second Blood Moon descended and before the world’s official organizations had formed a relatively complete system of new-era biotechnology, he had undergone three dangerous heart-transplant surgeries and seven or eight other organ transplant surgeries, managing to hold on until the explosion of biotech and starting a new lease on life. He also became the Holy Council’s eldest elder.
Such a group of globally powerful individuals was now discussing whether to pay the price to directly deal with Brian and Dean.
Brian’s sudden attack on the Dark Sect had served as a significant warning to them.
The Dark Sect of Japan, in terms of strength, was actually not weak.
Not only were they powerful, but many of their members were Mutants or the descendants of Mutants with all kinds of strange abilities, and ordinary official enhancers couldn’t hold a candle to them in one-on-one combat.
Such an organization, counting peripheral members, numbered tens of thousands.
It was just one phone call... all gone.
Such shocking power was even more daunting to them than nuclear weapons.
Though nuclear weapons come with a prelude and can’t evade the dense spy satellites overhead, giving them a chance to hide, the victims would only be ordinary people.
But abilities like Meme Pollution that kill and spread unseen posed a much greater threat to them!
No one could assure they wouldn’t be affected.
Balazs listened to everyone’s discussions and expressed strong opposition, "Everyone, don’t forget that when Dean the Tyrannosaurus negotiated with the Holy Goldton Knight before, he mentioned they had many dispersed recordings of Meme Pollution, and the Adams family has many hotels and loyal followers all over the world. We can’t be sure if they have arranged a vengeful release."
He didn’t like Dean the Tyrannosaurus or Brian, but he feared death even more.
Don’t eat the vinegar cucumbers!
If they truly fell out, don’t even think about it; the Liki family, being a force in Los Angeles and having had some unpleasant incidents with Brian, would definitely be the first target of retaliation.
By then, even if Dean and Brian were killed,
it was uncertain if the Liki family would still exist.
Before the knife was actually to his throat, Balazs would never agree to such a thing.