Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Following Brian's email, the entire Los Angeles County fell silent.

Dean, who had always lived in seclusion, was well-informed.

He even made a special call to Brian to inquire about the matter, "I've heard that you sent threatening emails directly to the leaders of all the forces in the Western World?"

Brian hadn't expected that even though Dean had faked his death, he would still be this well-informed.

Curiously, he asked, "Dean, you've faked your own death, why are you still so well-informed?"

Hearing this, Dean laughed:

"You think I'm foolish?

When you're out in the world, you create your own identity.

Aside from my public persona, I also have seven or eight other identities in the shadows.

I even hold management positions in some Cult Organizations formed by Mutants, not to mention some forums where I am the forum owner.

Fake Death, for me, doesn't really change much.

I'm never short of first-hand news in the public domain.

Now, stop changing the subject and answer my question.

The Second Realm is buzzing with talk about your threatening emails, and someone has even leaked information about your previous killing of a Third Rank Life; they've even dug up the fact that you were involved in human trafficking. Right now, you're probably the most famous person around."

Brian:...

The Second Realm is essentially the world beyond the realm of ordinary people.

Due to the Pollution of the Blood Moon, originating from the power of the mind, the truth of this world remains tacitly sealed off by the global community.

However, whether it's the exchange of civilian resources, special tasks, the modification and sale of special weapons and vehicles, the trade of intelligence, or even some gripes and gossip, all require a platform.

This network and real-world platform, similar to the dark web, is known as the Second Realm.

Brian glanced at the time he had sent the email, and he was stupefied.

Only a little more than an hour had passed.

Was it necessary?

Even his own background had been dug up.

Did people really have such a strong desire to share?

While these things weren't secrets, the speed of the personal investigations still left Brian a bit astonished.

...

Brian said somewhat exasperatedly, "The reason I sent the email is simple, Dean. The rules of the game have changed. Believe me, if in the next two years, official global organizations fail to develop single-soldier weapons that deter Third Rank Life, there will be a major reshuffle of global power."

Dean was no fool.

Once Brian put it like that, he immediately understood Brian's intentions and said with a sly smile:

"Haha, seems right.

Previously, because of the presence of Meme Weapons, even Third Rank Life behaved themselves and didn't dare to do anything to provoke public anger. But now, with those weapons suddenly gone, and because of your email reminder... tsk tsk, in the future, those powers that relied on economic influence and political clout without sufficient real strength are going to have headaches."

The old rules of the game were simple:

Meme Weapons, nuclear weapons, and the like deterred the orderly Third Rank Life who were enhanced.

These Third Rank Lives, with their powerful individual strength, fundamentally still served the old powers and merely earned their place at the table.

Together, they deterred the Third Rank Life among the Mutants, maintaining the superficial stability of the order.

Overall, power still stood at the top of the food chain.

Now, with the disappearance of Meme Weapons and the order being disrupted, a reshuffle was naturally inevitable.

The previous turmoil was just a precursor.

When the other Third Rank individuals, especially those Third Rank Life among the Mutant groups, realized what was happening, that's when the greater turmoil would begin.

The future rules of the game would be closer to the law of the Dark Forest.

Personal military strength would rule.

Without power,

Everything else was mere talk.

The reason why these Third Rank Experts had not yet caused any major disturbances was simply that they had grown accustomed to the old rules of the game and had not yet responded.

But now, following Brian's email reminder...

Hehe.

Those so-called old geezers in Congress, without Brian lifting a finger, would likely disappear in the next six months, and those left would lose their current prestigious positions.

Having realized all this, Dean couldn't help but marvel internally.

His son-in-law was really ruthless.

"You've got some guts, kid. After all, Washington still controls the Federation's most potent and numerous military forces, and with a four-digit stockpile of nuclear weapons, they could easily wipe out the whole Los Angeles County. You're really not afraid they'll make an example out of you."

What Brian was doing really suited Dean's temperament, but he couldn't help but issue a warning.

Hearing this, Brian replied helplessly:

"I've already been made an example.

The folks in Washington aren't silly.

They've probably thought of what I did long ago, planning to use the turbulence to wipe out a certain power as an example to deter others.

They probably think I'm too trouble-averse, lazy to argue with them after taking over Los Angeles County. I agreed to the previous level of resource support, and so they took me for an easy target.

You know, Dean, most of the time, I'm a kind person who hardly makes enemies.

Somehow, that led them to underestimate me.

I had to play tough."

Listening to Brian's shameless self-praise, Dean wholeheartedly agreed: "I understand you, Brian, because I'm also such a person who gets along with everyone and has no enemies—it's not our fault, it's this warped world that is to blame."

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.

The two had a good round of mutual business praise before they hung up the phone with a touch of mutual appreciation.

..

Under Brian's governance, Los Angeles County quickly stabilized.

The outside world, on the other hand, became increasingly chaotic.

Cult Organizations emerged in large numbers, and even Monster experts publicly soared through the skies, attacking the Z Foundation, causing a great number of casualties.