After ending the call, Brian dialed Dean, summarizing the situation briefly.
On the other end of the phone, Dean said, "How long have you been back, and you’ve already slaughtered tens of thousands of people?"
He expressed his concern, "Brian, don’t become a slave to power."
Hearing this, Brian smiled a little, "Don’t worry, like I said, my ’Disaster’ only befalls the sinners. Those people, I don’t know how many of their own kind they’ve fed to monsters; they hardly count as human."
"Figure it out yourself," Dean was a veteran.
He knew that once a person gained enough power, there would be a period of expansion.
Dean planned to deal with his own mundane activities and then use his fists to shatter the inflation Brian carried, showing him what father-in-law’s care meant.
The efficiency of the Holy Council was fast.
Just over an hour after Brian had confirmed his decision, a transport helicopter descended onto the rooftop of the B6 team’s office building.
Upon hearing the noise,
Old Hardenn opened his eyes from a drowsy sleep.
He rubbed his back, wiped the rheum out of his eyes, and looked toward Brian, "Is it someone coming for you again?"
Brian nodded, "There’s some business at headquarters. I need to go there. As for Shi San..."
He looked toward Shi San, who had just finished gossiping with a female clerk and was now watching a soap opera together, "Shi San, are you going to find Susan today, or what’s the plan?"
Shi San wagged his tail, "Not looking for Susan, I’m going with Edna to meet her neighbor... the house’s Border Collie. I’ve grown up; I need some personal dog space."
Edna was the female clerk.
"Okay, looks like you’ve hit puberty..."
Brian picked up his coat and walked outside.
Watching the big dog leave, Shi San looked at Edna, "Edna, what is puberty?"
Edna didn’t speak, and Old Hardenn, who yawned, took over, "Puberty is when kids are noisy about becoming independent, most likely the age when they love to run away from home and do the opposite of everything at home, yet you can’t just smack them..."
Doing the opposite of everything at home...
Thinking about his mother dog Susan’s angry look and Brian’s formidable slap, Shi San shuddered and quickly said, "Shi San is not rebellious. Shi San is well-behaved. I won’t go see the Border Collie tonight; I’ll stay with Susan!"
Brian was about to board the helicopter.
Hearing Shi San’s mutterings from the office downstairs, he smiled.
A couple of kicks will stop it.
While boarding the helicopter, Brian asked, "Are we heading to headquarters or somewhere else?"
The pilot responded loudly, "Reporting, sir, I’ve been ordered to go to Denlei No.2 Air Base!"
Hearing this, Brian nodded.
It seemed the Holy Council was planning to directly dispatch a fighter jet to take him to Brazil.
He didn’t really like riding in helicopters.
The reason was simple.
To reduce weight, he had to continuously emit warm currents from his pores and adjust his body weight while in the helicopter, which was quite energy-draining.
The speed of the helicopter wasn’t fast.
On the way, Brian also encountered Meatball.
The fellow was out strolling with probably over three hundred crows, like a street ruffian, attracting many onlookers below.
After all, it was rare to see such a large flock of crows.
When the man and the bird met in the air, Meatball, leading his minions, was bullying a group of pitiful pigeons.
Meatball didn’t expect to run into Brian here and looked embarrassed as he opened his bird beak, quickly leading his minions to flee.
Seeing this, the pilot muttered quietly, "Lately, when I’ve been assigned flying missions, I often see these hoodlum crows. I heard they are kept by some big shot, so the city’s animal management department doesn’t dare to deal with them."
"Are these crows very bad?"
He hadn’t really paid much attention to the behavior of his two pets.
The pilot, not expecting Brian’s hearing to be so sharp, could only nod:
"Not really bad, just very mischievous.
They idle around all day, either bullying stray cats and dogs, or the pigeons and birds active in the city.
Especially the leader of these crows.
That one is probably an enhanced crow, very large, fast-flying, and with keen hearing; it can even talk human. If anyone dares to mutter about it, it will seek revenge...
I guess the crow’s owner must also be quite petty."
Listening to the pilot’s complaints, Brian was unfazed.
None of his business.
Meatball’s master was Shi San.
So, being petty had nothing to do with him.
It was all Shi San’s poor teaching.
He’d have to talk to him about ruining the family’s reputation when he got back!
Denlei No.2 Air Base was controlled by the California National Guard’s air force unit, not only equipped with the Federation’s most advanced batch of fighter jets but also with strategic bombers that coordinated the whole of North America.
But those were actually outdated now.
Today, Brian witnessed the new era’s most advanced bomber—White Eagle.
This thing was similar to a paper airplane, looking very light but with a large belly, capable only of seating two pilots. It used some type of new energy hybrid engine, equipped with two less than four-meter-long, about 750-pound B61-12 Throwing tactical hydrogen bombs.
The Japanese knew best because its power was equivalent to three "Little Boys."
When Brian arrived, the White Eagle bomber in front of him was just being loaded with two B61-12 tactical hydrogen bombs.
Two pilots, both tall and black.
They were dressed in military uniform and were checking the condition of the bomber.