Dean hurriedly left as soon as the matters were settled.
He chose to fly straight back.
Brian originally intended to have the military here send him off, but was inford that at the NW side, helicopters were already waiting.
A very curvaceous female soldier received him.
She handed a set of civilian clothes to Brian, her eyes greedily scanning his robust upper body, "NW Combat Departnt had arranged seven or eight helicopters early on, stationed at military bases around, so no matter where you land, it is convenient to pick you up."
"So thoughtful..."
Brian took the clothes, "Thank you... The clothes look like a good fit."
"No need to thank."
The female soldier smiled, nodded, and walked out after closing the door promptly.
She was well aware that soone treated so preferentially by NW would not be interested in soone like her, despite her full figure.
After changing his clothes.
As soon as Brian stepped out of the sentinel’s rest room, he saw an acquaintance.
He walked over with a smile, "Hey, Orba, we haven’t seen each other in months, did they arrange for you to pick up?"
Orba was a squad leader in the NW Combat Departnt.
Previously, When Brian and Susan first encountered a Mutant Beast in Forest Park, Orba was the commander of several helicopters that ca to their support.
Later, Brian and Orba worked together to deal with one of the mutants from the series known as Gluttony.
They had agreed that whenever they got the chance, they would go hunting together for so extra profit.
Unfortunately, Brian’s growth was astonishingly fast.
After that, there were no more opportunities for them to collaborate.
Seeing an acquaintance was always better than dealing with a stranger.
Brian acted the sa as he had before, but Orba, this brawny man, had completely changed.
His face carried obvious signs of nervousness, and his hands were awkwardly at his sides.
In response to Brian’s warmth, Orba said unnaturally, "Hey, Brian, I just received the ssage that you were preparing to return to the base; it seems we really are fated to et again."
Orba spoke normally, but his tone and expression were too constrained.
He couldn’t help being constrained.
Orba had been with the NW organization for almost ten years, serving in this organization unknown to the ordinary public, and had climbed from an ordinary person to a departnt squad leader, gaining so power and status.
It could be said.
When Orba first t Brian, his status was higher than Brian, who was a rookie at the ti.
And how long had it been?
Brian quickly got promoted to Second-level Staff...
At the ti, Orba still marveled at having t soone with potential.
But now... upon eting again, he turned into a re usher...
Orba swore, he had never seen the Combat Departnt or the Liki family attach so much importance to soone, fearing they couldn’t pick him up, they had directly dispatched seven or eight helicopters, monopolizing all the places he might land.
What was this?
Esteem?
No, not esteem, but a low posture, a form of placation...
Upon eting again.
Orba felt Brian was very unfamiliar.
His life had been very normal before he t Brian. Only after eting Brian did Orba realize sothing: the gap between people is greater than between man and dog.
Oh, that’s right.
He almost forgot.
Brian also had a dog, even one registered for the job...
Thinking of this, Orba’s feeling of constraint suddenly vanished.
Brian noticed his change in expression and laughed, "What are you thinking about?"
Orba gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I was just thinking how I could cling to your mighty thighs, Brian..."
Brian stretched out his leg, "Seeing as we’re acquaintances, I can let you hold it, although it’s just slender, not thick..."
After the joke.
The two reconnected.
As they boarded the helicopter, Orba glanced at the pilot and made hand signals to Brian, "The helicopter pilots this ti are from the Liki family; the base is also under martial law, be careful..."
Martial law?
Brian stroked his chin and nodded at Orba, acknowledging his concern.
This might be Orba’s misunderstanding, thinking the Liki family might threaten him or sothing.
But Brian still needed to show gratitude.
Orba was part of the Combat Departnt.
Brian had never really understood this very low-key departnt in the base until he accompanied Dean on a visit to the base and learned that in the eyes of the authorities there, they were all expendable, cannon fodder, only then did he realize the cruelty of this departnt.
Orba was undoubtedly one of the luckier ones, having not been sent to serve on the Deep Sea Defense Line.
But him actively revealing the Liki family’s arrangents to Brian, if discovered, could lead to dire consequences.
So regardless of whether Orba’s information was useful or not, the attitude was in place, and Brian had to learn to be thankful.
After so thought.
He inquired of Orba, "Orba, have you considered switching to a different departnt?"
Upon hearing this, Orba was taken aback, "Switch departnts, are you talking about the Operations Departnt?"
Brian shook his head, "The Operations Departnt is just a place for the second generation to gold-plate and train, with very limited actual authority; otherwise, the minister wouldn’t be an in-law. I’m talking about a departnt that is affiliated with NW but has independent armants, finances, and autonomy, not subject to NW’s coordination, very independent. You can think of this departnt as a joint venture with NW, enjoying the sa rights but without the corresponding obligations."
Listening to Brian’s explanation, Orba was even more bewildered.
He rubbed his head, slightly confused, "Stop joking, Brian, I know you’re a reliable person, but are you sure NW has such a departnt?"
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