Chapter 721: Chapter 357: Humanoid Calamity, the Taste of a Nuclear Bomb is Really Not Bad (7300, Two-in-One)
The more deranged he became.
Brian’s self-awareness became clearer.
He was like a third-person observer, watching himself coldly as he flapped his Bone Wings and arrived above the NW headquarters.
This place was ostensibly a military-controlled training camp, where various military defense equipment could be seen, but the patrols here were not frequent, serving only as an early warning and minimal covering function.
Brian’s body looked down at everything below, his mouth slightly open.
An invisible impact shrouded a radius of tens of thousands of meters.
A horrifying electromagnetic storm swept over the area below.
The base’s pride, its intelligent anti-air network, instantly collapsed, rows of red lights lit up inside the base, sounding the alarm of the attacker’s arrival.
In reality, they didn’t even know where the attacker was.
At this time, inside the NW base.
A group of people was gathered around the surveillance satellites, repeatedly reviewing the frightening scene.
They were lucky; with the city’s energy capture devices, the surveillance satellites quickly locked onto a rough coordinate when Dean roared. They captured the moment Dean disappeared and then reappeared, ultimately plummeting from the sky.
According to the information within the base,
The person who fell from the sky was very likely Dean of the Adams family…
He had suffered an attack.
The Adams family was wealthy, but their overall strength could barely place them within the top ten within the entire Los Angeles living area, relying solely on Dean to maintain the Adams family’s extraordinary status.
In fact, not many within the NW organization knew that Dean was a Third Rank Life.
In the eyes of many employees, Dean was merely a former veteran Third Level officer of the NW organization, with the title T-Rex, a powerful Second Rank Life.
But Dean’s data, marked in the database, was a key point of interest…
His level was even higher than those Third Level title officers currently in the organization, on par with the leaders of the NW’s Three Founders’ families!
This led to the situation where, although they were still reviewing that bizarre satellite surveillance clip, the matter suspected to be Dean’s attack had already been reported by the base’s auxiliary artificial intelligence program to the Three Founders’ families of the NW.
This news, for the helmsmen of the Three Founding families, was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.
Dean was temperamental and had done some unpleasant things, causing everyone to both fear and dislike him, but no one wanted him to come into harm.
Just how many Third Rank Lives were there in the entire United States?
Over so many years since the foundation of the NW organization, with substantial financial backing, creating through their own efforts, so many people had died, so many resources wasted, there had only been one Third Rank Life.
That person had issues ascending and couldn’t leave the NW headquarters base, and could only be hidden away as a form of strength.
Dean, however, had become a Third Rank Life on his own, a stroke of luck.
He was a human-shaped nuclear weapon that could move freely and was also one of Los Angeles’s sources of confidence when dealing with the outside world.
Now he was suspected to have suffered an attack.
This was not good news.
The attacker, capable of crushing the Third Rank Life Dean, could naturally also threaten all living beings on this land.
In that moment, regardless of what they were doing, the leaders of the Three Founding families immediately rushed to the headquarters base, ramping up the alertness of NW’s several departments.
Out of caution towards activating NW headquarters’ most potent trump cards, they even refrained from using projection to remotely control them.
Even the surrounding military forces were fully mobilized.
No one dared to gamble.
They had to prepare for the worst.
Under the pressure of the Three Founders, the several departments at NW headquarters converged in the satellite surveillance room, analyzing that brief and bizarre video over and over again.
In the video, Dean seemed to appear out of thin air from another dimension in midair, then maintaining a boxing combat stance, he fell helplessly.
The most advanced surveillance satellites were able to capture the minutest images, even in the darkness of night.
This included Dean’s chest.
It truly was a video of despair.
Someone was hunting a Third Rank Life!
Witnessing this scene, the Three Founders exchanged a glance without any hesitation and immediately personally activated the base’s truly dormant “Brain in a Vat” Black Night, in an attempt to use Black Night’s immense computing power to extract more information from the brief video while taking over the NW organization’s intelligent weapon combat supplies and satellite surveillance.
Human effort has its limits.
Only as an artificial intelligence, the Brain in a Vat, could the performance of all the base’s technological equipment be pushed to its limits.
A large number of prisoners, cultivated pigs, were also escorted one by one into the many years-old chambers that had never been truly activated by emotionless artificial robots.
The escort convoy was vast and seemed never-ending.
In the base’s deepest part, a grid-like space resembling a beehive was slowly filled by these fat pigs.
Under the influence of drugs.
They were even more obedient than livestock.
These chambers were unknown to the majority of NW employees.
They assumed the base, huge in space, was actually located below these chambers.
Above the base were chambers.
All chambers were interconnected, forming an inverted triangular pyramid, much like a funnel.
The funnel’s lowest outlet was connected to the core region of the base that Brian had once visited.