Change!

As probationary NW Department members about to become official.

This time, when Brian and the others went to Ace Base, the treatment was clearly much more impressive.

A military helicopter arrived directly on the roof of the branch building and picked up the five of them.

The only thing that surprised him was this.

Aside from the members of Sixth Squad, there was also a body bag on the helicopter.

Because apart from the cockpit, the helicopter had no observation windows open, so they could not see outside.

This time, they were not asked to wear blindfolds.

"What is this?"

Glenn kicked the body bag and asked curiously.

After a day of rest.

Aside from the two huge dark circles under his eyes, Glenn's personality had clearly become much livelier.

Perhaps this was his real personality.

Before, he had only been disguising himself because he had just arrived in a new environment.

Now that he was becoming official, he stopped pretending.

Besides Glenn.

Ivan was the same.

This guy had actually worn a flashy pink suit, paired with his explosively hormonal body, long hair, and full beard. It just felt very strange.

Brian's mind uncontrollably conjured up the meme of a bearded hunk in a women's sailor uniform, with golden twin-tails, both hands cupping his chest, one foot hooked back, posing shyly while looking at the camera.

Susan was rather slow to sense things in this regard.

She played with her two oversized revolvers, yawned, and explained, "This is Mad Dog Ike's corpse."

"Mad Dog Ike's corpse?"

Ivan, Glenn, and Brian looked at one another, all feeling that something was strange.

Why drag this guy's corpse to the base instead of throwing it into cremation?

Only the older Old Harden seemed to think of something. A trace of melancholy and disgust appeared on his face, and he sat farther back, away from the corpse.

Faced with the three men's confusion.

Susan, who was in a very good mood, chuckled. "You don't think the helicopter came to pick us up, do you?"

"Captain, you mean this corpse is the base's target?"

Brian thought of Ike's extremely special "Super-Calculation Perception" talent and vaguely guessed something.

He had already confirmed it.

The Blood Moon celestial phenomenon that happened once every thirty years in this world was not a normal astronomical event!

Susan nodded. "Yes. But you haven't signed a confidentiality agreement yet, so I can't tell you why. Once you undergo onboarding training, you'll know the reason. Right..."

She suddenly looked at Brian. "There's something we have to thank Brian for. This bombing case had a very bad impact. As a reward, our Sixth Squad will receive a bonus when the time comes. Also, after this corpse is delivered to the base, as long as it's verified to be fine, we can receive a large extra private bonus."

"How much?"

Old Harden, who had not spoken all this time, grew excited.

Fuck God.

His five hundred dollars still had not been reimbursed!

The others also perked up.

When it came to money, nobody ever thought they had too much.

Susan spun her guns in a handsome flourish, dual-wielding, then shrugged. "I'm not sure about the case-solving bonus, but as long as Ike's corpse meets the standard, it's worth at least one million dollars. This money is tax-free. When the time comes, I plan to give Brian half separately, and the rest of us will split the remainder equally."

Brian was overjoyed.

Five hundred thousand dollars?

Did that not mean that even if he directly struck first and sent his uncle an artistic performance, he would not have to worry about his adoptive parents' medical fees?

Old Harden and the others also showed expressions of mingled surprise and delight.

Four people splitting five hundred thousand meant each of them could still get more than a hundred thousand dollars. That was almost equivalent to two years of their salary!

This Ike was actually worth so much money?

With joyful hearts.

The people on the helicopter could not help gaining a little more anticipation for the onboarding training Susan mentioned.

After arriving at the base.

After Brian and the others went through strict checks, they were once again required to put on special blindfolds, then got into the base's vehicle.

Along with bumps and waiting all the way.

The elevator rumbled to life.

In the state of weightlessness, a set of numbers naturally surfaced in Brian's mind: 10 meters, 30 meters, 121 meters.

By the time the elevator stopped, the number in Brian's mind had stopped at 121!

This underground base was actually 121 meters below ground!

Susan was clearly very familiar with this base.

After taking off her hood, she led everyone straight through the main corridor, turning left and right, passing through one metal lift door after another made of special alloy, before finally arriving at a screening hall that resembled a movie theater.

Brian noticed

that the base guards had taken away their sidearms, but they had not touched the two large revolvers at Susan's waist.

That gave him a much more direct sense of Susan's family background and status.

He had to cling tightly to this golden thigh!

"Looks like we're the first reserve team to arrive. All right, I—"

Susan was just about to go find her uncle Baviel

when Baviel appeared outside the screening hall with four fully armed soldiers.

"Uncle Baviel."

Susan went up to him, somewhat puzzled. "Are you handling the onboarding training today?"

Baviel's expression was grave. He pulled Susan behind him and waved a hand.

The four fully armed soldiers behind him, with only their eyes exposed, immediately aimed their guns at Brian in the crowd.

"Staff member Brian, we have some items that need to be reviewed regarding you. Please come with us!"

Baviel, the little old man who had interviewed Brian back then, no longer had the smiling face he'd worn when warmly inviting Brian to join. Not only was his expression cold, it carried a strong hostility.

Brian's heart lurched.

This was bad.

He understood now!

His uncle had told him to join the NW Department, claiming on the surface that it was to verify the secret that could strengthen the Camo Family, but the real purpose was probably to use him as cannon fodder to test the mines!

The key was that this base was 121 meters underground. Even if he wanted to run, there was nowhere to run.

Resigned, he raised his hands and started to walk over.

But a sturdy figure blocked Brian's path.

Ivan looked at Baviel and the others with a solemn expression. "Brian is also an NW Department employee. He's our colleague. If there's a problem, explain it here. Otherwise, I won't allow anyone to hurt my colleague in front of me!"

Hesitation flashed through Glenn's eyes, but he still stepped forward with Ivan.

Susan also spread her arms, blocking the soldiers. "I'm Brian's team leader. If there's an issue, come to me first!"

Old Harden, the only one left, sighed, took a step forward, and shielded everyone behind him.

Mm.

He hid behind Ivan and Glenn...

Looking at these colleagues he had only known for a few days, Brian felt moved.

These guys were truly loyal!

Seeing this, Baviel suddenly struck, jabbing an electric baton into Susan's stomach.

Susan's eyes rolled back, and she crumpled to the floor.

After dealing with his own niece, Baviel coldly held up three fingers. "Three-count countdown. If you don't move, you'll all be shot dead!"

Hiss—

Seeing that these people did not seem to be bluffing, Old Harden was the first to run aside.

Glenn looked back at Brian and shrugged. "Sorry, buddy. If something happens to you, I'll put a bouquet of little white chrysanthemums I grew myself in front of your grave."

With that, he also stepped aside.

The only one left, Ivan, glanced regretfully at Brian's pert, lifted butt, shook his head, walked to the side, and covered his eyes with both hands.

Brian:

Goddammit.

They said no one was to let a colleague be taken away right in front of them.

So you bastards just covered your eyes, huh!

Still, he didn't blame them.

If their positions were reversed, and there was no emotional foundation between them, he probably wouldn't have stepped forward in the first place.

"When a man dies, his cock points to the sky; if he doesn't die, he'll live ten thousand years."

A ruthless glint flashed through Brian's eyes.

If he made it out of this in one piece, he would go back and invite his uncle to appreciate the art of explosions!

And just like that, on the eve of his onboarding training, Brian was brought to a room made of some unidentifiable material, painted entirely black, with a machine inside that resembled a CT scanner.

Aside from that massive machine, there was also a cart off to the side, carrying a corpse.

Brian recognized it at a glance. It was Mad Dog Ike's body.

What were these people trying to do?

Good night.