Chapter 13 Three Groups of Intelligence Agents
boss?
Haven’t my bosses been annihilated by the antimatter bomb?
In the somewhat dark reception room, Yang Ming met three men and women wearing Sherman Empire military uniforms.
During the three days when he was locked in the small dark room, Yang Ming was not idle. He made up for a lot of common sense through Hanton's memory and the books he had at hand.
For example, Yang Ming recognized the ranks of the three imperial soldiers in front of him at a glance.
The middle-aged man in the middle is a lieutenant colonel and should be the main leader among the three.
The young woman on the left is a lieutenant, holding a notebook-like network access terminal and responsible for writing notes.
The major on the far right has little presence, he should be a deputy or something like that.
"Hello, Captain Hanton," the lieutenant colonel spoke first and extended his right hand.
Yang Ming saluted with his fist, then shook hands lightly with the other party.
"Please take a seat, Hamton."
The lieutenant colonel made a gesture and the prison guards politely left the reception room.
The female lieutenant took out an oval-shaped instrument and gently pressed a few buttons. A light blue plasma curtain enveloped the four people, isolating them from outside eavesdropping.
This is an outstanding sense of technology.
The lieutenant colonel said in a deep voice: "Hanton, we are a little late. I hope you don't mind. The military has also made a careful consideration before deciding to let you bear the blame. You performed very well in the interrogation meeting."
"Sir, these are what I should do."
"You may have to endure some injustice next," the lieutenant colonel said. "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a staff member of MI12. You don't need to know my name. On paper, I am a technical officer."
"Yes, sir."
Yang Ming nodded and responded: "Does the Empire need me to do anything?"
His acting is simply impeccable.
"Yes, Hanton," the lieutenant colonel said solemnly, "You cannot plead guilty. That would cause an unprecedented blow to the reputation of the empire. We must publicly deny the existence of Professor Kigrove and the Valkyrie Project, or in other words, they never existed."
Yang Ming nodded to show that he understood.
"Hanton, you don't have to worry. No matter what the Interstellar Court decides, we will get you back within two to three years. You will become a hero - although you cannot appear in public, you and your family will be treated as a hero's family."
Yang Ming let his eyes be filled with longing, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
The meeting lasted about five minutes.
The lieutenant colonel of the empire encouraged and instructed him, basically wanting Yang Ming to deny the Martial God Plan in court.
This should be part of the Sherman Empire's interstellar public opinion war, otherwise the Imperial Military Intelligence Department would not have come looking for him, a discarded pawn.
As for whether anyone will still pay attention to this poor Hanton after the next court session...
Yang Ming had no illusions about this.
Let’s think about how to jailbreak. This is at least more reliable.
Every three days, the prisoners will have a chance to go out for collective exercise, and they will go to the top deck garden in turns according to the floors. The collective exercise on the fifth floor is from 3 to 5 pm.
Yang Ming planned to take advantage of today's break to carefully observe the structure of the entire prison and establish a jailbreak plan as soon as possible.
It is actually not difficult to leave the prison. The biggest difficulty for Yang Ming is how to get a spaceship that can jump and how to drive it.
But after lunch, something unexpected happened to Yang Ming...
"0639, Hanton."
Warden Gulipa, holding the square piece of glass, frowned at Hanton.
The warden's eyes were filled with confusion, but he continued to read the information he had just received.
"Reception Room No. 10. Your boss is waiting for you again."
uh-huh?
Did those three people forget to tell you something, so they rushed back?
Isn't it the rule of this prison that visits are limited to once a week?
That’s right, the rules of this kind of interstellar organization are meant to be trampled upon at will by powerful political entities.
Yang Ming arrived at the door of the reception room under the escort of the guards. He was stunned as soon as he pushed the door open.
There were still two men and one woman wearing imperial military uniforms, and the military ranks were still lieutenant colonel, major, and lieutenant.
But these were not the three people who had come before lunch.
what's the situation?
Yang Ming tried his best to suppress the doubts in his heart, and still saluted, shook hands, and took a seat. The other party took out a square instrument and opened a layer of pink light cover.
"Captain Hanton," the lieutenant colonel said, "I am a staff member of MI12. You don't have to know my name. This is our discipline."
"Sir," Yang Ming decided to remain calm, "Do you have anything to tell me?"
"Yes, Captain," the lieutenant colonel sighed, "the current public opinion situation is not favorable to us. I am sorry to make you wait here for so long. We will rescue you as soon as possible."
Yang Ming showed a look of gratitude.
The lieutenant colonel groaned for a few seconds and said slowly:
“You know, Hanton, in fact, every country is conducting gene fusion experiments. Although Keigrov is a bit radical, he is still a scholar we respect.
"We invested a lot , but now all we have are some shattered wreckage."
Yang Ming asked: "Is there no remote backup of the experimental content?"
"Unfortunately, no," the lieutenant colonel said, "Although this was a low-level mistake, Professor Kigrove has been unwilling to share his research results with other departments and refused to make backups."
Yang Ming almost cheered out loud.
Yang Ming said in a deep voice: "I did not directly participate in the experiment, and I don't have any information about the experiment. I am the third technical officer in charge of repairing the fire pipelines... You should know this."
The lieutenant colonel immediately looked disappointed.
The lieutenant colonel quickly cheered up, showed concern for Yang Ming's life here, and promised to bring him back to the empire as soon as possible.
Yang Ming asked about his "companions", and the lieutenant colonel answered very fluently, accurately naming the administrative planet where several researchers were placed for recuperation.
The meeting lasted about six minutes.
After Yang Ming returned to his cell, question marks popped up in his mind one after another.
Two groups of MI12 officers?
what's the situation?
One true and one false? Or are they both false?
It was a bit messy, and Yang Ming felt that he needed to sort it out carefully.
"What's wrong, Hamton?"
The old man's roommate asked cautiously, "You seem to be in some trouble. You have been restless lately."
Yang Ming sighed, "Maybe I've been locked up for too long, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I clearly didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes, Hanton, we did nothing wrong, it's the world that's wrong," the old man said with a smile.
Yang Ming nodded in response, and roommate A lost interest in conversation.
About two hours later, the familiar footsteps appeared again.
Again?
Yang Ming frowned and looked at the warden who was walking outside the cell with a square glass in his hand. This square glass was similar to the network access terminal of a mobile phone.
"0639, Hanton."
Warden Gulipa's voice was hesitant. He looked at Hanton and carefully compared the information received on his terminal.
The warden's mentality has changed a little.
"Reception Room No. 11, your superiors...how many superiors do you have?"
Yang Ming shrugged: "I want to know too."
…
Yang Ming never thought that the third wave of 'bosses' he would meet would include people he was familiar with.
Doctor Lina.
She changed into a white shirt and a dark green professional suit, with her long golden hair tied behind her head. Her slender figure had amazing curves, and she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
Yang Ming glanced at the other man and woman. The lieutenant colonel in the middle and the female captain on the other side gave Yang Ming a sense of déjà vu that "these are imperial soldiers."
The female captain took out a hexagonal instrument and opened a pale golden shielding light curtain, wrapping the four people inside.
"Hanton, are you okay?" Dr. Lina asked softly, with unconcealable concern in her eyes.
"Not bad," Yang Ming responded with a smile.
"Hello, Hamton. I'm from MI12," the lieutenant colonel in the middle stood up and shook hands with Yang Ming. "I'm sorry that I can't come to see you until now. We need to deal with a lot of procedural problems."
Yang Ming nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You are the third batch," he said, "the third batch of MI12 officers."
The three of them looked shocked.
The lieutenant colonel frowned and said, "The people in front should be intelligence officers from the New Federation and the Free United States. Damn it, they are one step faster than us."
Dr. Lina asked hurriedly: "Did you tell them anything?"
Yang Ming shook his head: "I'm just the third mate on the ship, responsible for repairing the fire pipes, isn't that right, doctor?"
"Yes, that's right." Lina's lips curved into a charming arc. "Fortunately, you are cautious enough, Hanton. They probably want to obtain the research results of the scientific research ship."
Yang Ming said: "They were all annihilated in the antimatter bomb."
The lieutenant colonel said slowly, "Don't worry, Hanton. We will take you back as soon as possible. I know you are a loyal soldier, and the Empire will not forget your merits."
"Thank you," Yang Ming said sincerely.
Lina took out a bottle of medicine from the bag beside her and pushed it into Yang Ming's hand.
She said, "This bottle of medicine has been approved by the prison. You can carry it with you at all times. Take one pill every three days or when you feel unwell. It can relieve your depression symptoms."
"Oh, thank you so much, doctor."
Yang Ming clutched the medicine bottle tightly and stared at Lina.
"We'll get you out of here as soon as possible, Hamton."
Dr. Lina said this before leaving.
Yang Ming's eyes moistened slightly. He nodded in agreement, put handcuffs on the hand holding the medicine bottle, and followed the guard back to his cell.
As he lay down facing the wall, his expression quickly turned cold.
Yang Ming opened the bottle of medicine and found light yellow transparent capsules inside.
Is this really a gene stabilizing drug?
Should I believe Lina?
Three waves of Imperial MI12 officials...
Which group is the real Sherman Empire? Who should I trust?
Yang Ming tried to distance himself and sorted out the information quietly.
Soon, Yang Ming made a rough judgment in his heart.
Through reasoning, he was sure that Lina would not harm him for the time being, so he took out a capsule and swallowed it directly, and carried the medicine bottle close to him.
Yang Ming keenly noticed that his body had become more docile and the crisis of losing control was temporarily resolved, which also proved that his reasoning was at least partially correct.
A guard's whistle sounded outside the door.
The three-day fresh air training session officially began.