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Chapter 64 - 56 Hard Currency

Chapter 64: Chapter 56 Hard Currency

After entering the cable car.

As the green light scanned Brian’s face, the cable car began to operate automatically.

About ten minutes later.

The speed of the cable car slowed down and gradually came to a stop.

The door of the cable car also opened automatically.

A delicately featured young blonde Caucasian woman, dressed in black stockings and a casual suit, pushing a wheelchair, waited outside the door and smiled politely at Brian, "Mr. Brian, I’m Finnie from the C sequence staff, you need an authority upgrade to enter the Night Watcher headquarters."

C sequence...

It seemed they were logistics personnel.

Without asking further questions, Brian sat in the wheelchair and was pushed by the other party out of the tunnel, taking the elevator, walking down the long corridor, and arriving at the door of a very simply decorated room.

Above the door hung a sign: Personnel Department.

...

As he pushed the door to enter.

If he hadn’t known that this was underground.

Brian would have almost thought he was back on the ground floor of some commercial office building.

Inside the unremarkable little room, the lighting was soft like natural light, and outside the closed windows, one could see the traffic below, birds flying past, and drifting clouds. Sunlight streamed through the windows, scattering throughout the room.

It was only when Brian activated his enhanced sense of smell that he realized it must be some sort of projection technology.

At the front of the desk by the window.

A fat man was comfortably lying in a thick boss chair, his oversized suit pants had slipped down to his ankles, revealing cartoon underwear. The floor was messily strewn with seven or eight balls of tissue paper, some dried up, some looking sticky and clumped.

It was obvious they had been used to wipe his nose not long ago.

Finnie, who had pushed Brian in, couldn’t maintain her smile upon seeing this scene.

She couldn’t help but step forward, kicking the desk and exclaiming, "Green!"

"Ah?"

The fat man was startled by the sudden noise and jumped up from his chair.

Because his pants hadn’t been pulled up yet,

he tripped over.

With a thud,

he fell onto the computer desk, knocking the large-screen computer to the floor as well.

It seemed to have triggered some switch.

The previously off computer screen lit up.

From the stark white screen, the sounds of a woman’s hasty and devoted cries to "God" came forth.

Beneath that voice,

were also intermittent sounds of a man sending non-stop greetings with clapping...

Brian had seen all sorts of sights.

He took one disdainful glance at the screen and quickly averted his eyes.

It was obviously one of those plotless, uncreative mass-produced pieces of junk.

This fat man had no sense of aesthetics at all.

No ambition!

...

Finnie, the sequence staff member, looked at the socially dead fat man with utter disdain and said coldly, "You’re using the base network to watch these disgusting things again, I’ll report this to the supervisor!"

The fat man’s body shook, but he didn’t move.

Seeing this, Finnie said no more.

She turned to Brian, and the professional fake smile emerged on her cold face again, "Mr. Brian, I’ll wait for you outside. If you need anything, just call me."

After saying this,

she hastened her steps, eager to leave the room that made her feel nauseous.

As soon as the door closed,

the fat man on the desk immediately got up, pulled up his pants while muttering, "The base network is so fast, if not for watching movies, what? Am I supposed to be trading stocks?"

Seeing his dilly-dallying,

Brian knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair, "Buddy, I’m in a hurry..."

"Hurry for what?" the fat man interrupted Brian, pulled out two tissues, wiped his hands, put the computer back on the desk from the floor, and leisurely closed the web page, then opened his mailbox.

As he looked,

it seemed like he saw something astonishing, like being electrocuted, he shot up and looked at Brian, who was sitting in the wheelchair, in shock, glanced at the computer, and again at Brian.

After several back-and-forths,

the fat man, under Brian’s gaze, turned around.

After taking several deep breaths,

once he turned back around, his face had transformed into an extremely enthusiastic smile, "Ahem, Mr. Brian, right? Hello, I am Green, a C sequence staff member, responsible for handling authority upgrades and explanations for sequence staff members. But before that, please allow me to apologize for my earlier rudeness."

As he spoke,

Green bowed deeply at a familiar ninety degrees to Brian.

Brian: ...

This fat man had a few tricks up his sleeve when it came to shamelessness.

Brian couldn’t be bothered to analyze why the fat man changed his attitude so quickly and simply said, "I have other things to do, just upgrade my authority for me!"

"Sure thing,"

Green swiftly put on a pair of newly unsealed white gloves and walked over to a safe in the corner of the room.

After a series of operations.

He was crouching in front of Brian with a metal watch encased in some unknown transparent material, much like a waiter in the service industry, sycophantically looking at Brian, "Mr. Brian, please allow me to put this B Sequence Soldier’s exclusive watch on you."

The watch was just like the one Susan had.

As the saying goes, unsolicited kindness usually conceals a plot!

Brian narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t refuse.

The chubby Green swiftly took Brian’s original watch off and put the cooler new one on:

"Mr. Brian.

This watch is standard issue for the Night Watch sequence staff.

You are a B Sequence Soldier.

So, apart from the normal communication, positioning, and SOS functions, it can also serve as a key to access the Night Watch’s exclusive website and as an ID recognition device to enter the base."

Brian nodded disinterestedly.

This thing, it had tracking.

When there was no need,

None of them wore this thing.

Green also knew that everyone actually disliked the watch, so he rubbed his chubby hands and chuckled, "Mr. Brian, the thing is, I saw that you have a full hundred merit points on your account, I..."

"Sorry, not selling!"

Brian didn’t even listen and wheeled himself straight out.

"It’s fine, if you ever want to sell, just contact me. This stuff is solid currency, whether it’s money, female stars, or other needs, it’s all negotiable," Green wasn’t discouraged, he obsequiously opened the door for Brian in advance and also slipped a business card to him.

Brian thought it over and decided to keep the business card.

It wasn’t for any so-called female stars.

Really, it wasn’t.

The reason he accepted the card was simple.

At such a secretive base, Green could use the base’s network to watch films, which showed how powerful his family was.

Perhaps one day he might need to use Green’s connections.

That’s how networking is built up.

..

Leaving the human resources department,

Finnie wheeled Brian in the cable car, arriving in a vast hall.

In the center of the hall was a huge glass multi-tube elevator, with people continuously entering and exiting, bustling with activity.

Brian wasn’t sure if it was an illusion,

But he faintly heard very faint screams and roars.

Finnie introduced to Brian:

"This place is mostly for scientific researchers and the logistical staff serving them.

Typically, B sequence combat personnel rarely come to the headquarters unless they’ve been severely injured.

Actually, I don’t like coming here either.

Beneath this place, it’s all those things."

Brian questioned, "Mutants? But wasn’t the Blood Moon a recent phenomenon?"

"There were a lot before."

Finnie, this beautiful woman, said matter-of-factly:

"The offspring of mutants inherit some traits.

Many mutants that were alive and captured are kept in captivity.

Some are taken for research.

Others are sent for breeding.

Then, regular extraction of their special components is used to produce expensive potions for sale, sustaining the base’s operations.

Otherwise, where would so many mutants come from to sustain years of hunting?"

Brian felt a chill in his heart.

So this was the reason.

If there was no shortage of mutants,

Why then would the NW organization be willing to offer such high bounties for mutants to people like them?

Was it really to maintain social stability?

...

Just as Brian wanted to continue asking,

A tall, stern-looking beauty approached the two, "Brian, you finally made it over. Come, I’ll take you to receive your surprise gift."

It was Susan.

On seeing this, Finnie passed a business card to Brian, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brian. If you wish to sell your merit points, contact me, and we’ll give you a good price."

"Okay."

Brian politely pocketed the business card.

After the others left,

He then turned to Susan, "Team leader, why do I feel like these people take merit points very seriously?"

"It’s not them who take it seriously but the old immortals behind them who take it seriously. You’ll understand in time," Susan moved behind Brian and pushed his wheelchair towards the central cylindrical transparent elevator in the hall, "Let’s go, your special reward for killing the Transformer has arrived. You’re going to love it!"

"A surprise?"

"Yep!"

"What is it?"

"A second life!"