Chapter 209: Super Cyborg's Drinking Party
It’s not over yet, is it?
Yang Ming looked at the message sent by Lu on his glasses - [Boss, the Stinger is approaching Sakaar again] - and he felt a little unwell.
Can you give him the White Ghost a little respect?
Has this sexless god, Bly, never seen a handsome guy, or has he never come into contact with a detective?
Really fancy a dressing face based on hanton?
How could such an intelligent BOSS in the later period of "Abyss" target him, the illegitimate son of the Viscount's family!
Yang Ming slapped his thigh and stood up.
If all else fails, just confront them, grab a Stinger and flee directly to the Guell Alliance!
But reason soon overwhelmed impulse.
He paced slowly in his room, sorting out a lot of information into categories, and constantly thinking about how things might turn out next.
He actually had some doubts that Bligh had seen through his disguise, but Sakaar was too peaceful right now, and there was no sign of fleet movement outside Sakaar. The other Stinger ships were still filtering and checking the network within the empire.
Lu was quite far away from him, and the Dongfeng was too late to provide support.
Bly's sudden comeback caught him off guard. Did Bly go back to think about it and then discovered his own flaw?
No, it is not certain that this Stinger is the same ship as Bligh's.
Yang Ming made a decision quickly, put on his coat and hat, hurriedly left Godoy's house, and headed towards his secret contact point with 026 in the city.
He still had time to get an injection of gene stabilizing fluid before the ship landed.
Whether it’s fighting or chatting next, it’s always beneficial to keep your genes stable.
Moreover, if he wants to carry out the retreat plan, 026 is an extremely important link, and Yang Ming must go to test the escape device.
…
In the Stinger ship.
Captain Gris continued to sit in the driver's seat, with a group of members of the 402nd Unit beside him, who were busy with their heads down.
Most of these ordinary members are biochemically modified humans, and a small number of those who do technical work are ordinary enhanced humans. It is rare to see mechanically modified humans.
Perhaps this is the characteristic of the 402nd Unit.
Everyone was busy with their own work in silence, which made it difficult for Grace to find someone to chat with.
As for those four big guys who were said to be "super-modified humans", Gris felt that he was not good enough to reach them.
Gris stole a glance to his left.
At this moment, the flat-chested girl who was so beautiful that she looked like she had walked out of a painting, and another gentle man with glasses were standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. They seemed to be chatting about something, and gentle laughter could be heard from time to time.
Oh, this is such a perfect woman.
If he is also considered a woman.
Grace glanced at his internet access terminal and pulled up the chat records with several old friends.
Bly, asexual, is the masterpiece of the Empire's artificial human experiments. He is a monster that devoured 3,600 clones of himself. He is good at mind control and can destroy a ship with a thousand people in a short time.
These are not secrets. As long as you have some connections and can enter the military network of the Imperial Star Circle, you can directly find this information.
This level of super-powerful cyborgs is also a deterrent to the Empire, used to remind those regimes that are always eyeing the throne of the boss of the Milky Way.
The gentleman with glasses beside Bly had no name, only a codename 'Dismemberer No. 3'. He was a biological modification and had completed a single-handed annihilation battle against a defecting ship. He was good at close combat and had extremely strong instantaneous explosive power.
It was clear that Dismemberer No. 3 was after Bligh.
In terms of combat type, the two complement each other perfectly.
But Grace, who has been in the love field for many years, can assert at this moment that Dismemberer No. 3 is working in vain.
The asexual man Bly looked at him as if he were an ordinary friend.
What are they talking about... the Saka family? I seem to have some impression of them. They seem to be regarded as a typical example of aristocracy falling behind? Viscount Saka's illegitimate son?
A flash of inspiration came to Grace's mind. He leaned back in his chair, took out the Internet access terminal openly, and joined the group of people who were slacking off.
"The Great Detective of Saka".
This can barely be considered local entertainment news in the empire.
However, among the cases that the other party helped the police solve, there were indeed some bizarre and tortuous stories.
"It's a good movie to make," Greiss added in his heart, "but this is probably a script to create a star, and there may be some packaging team behind it."
He browsed the information of related entries and soon obtained general information about this famous detective.
Hui Saka, the illegitimate son of Viscount Saka, graduated from a senior school of science and engineering. He is good at machine assembly and aviation machinery fault repair. He is interested in detective stories and is an avid detective fan. He has a kind and humble personality and disdains his unrecognized aristocratic identity. His ideal is to become a real famous detective.
——This is what the site introduction of Hui Saka’s fan site says.
Grace has already confirmed that this guy is a packaged star .
detective?
That is not as useful as a super brain in the field of criminal investigation. At least people make mistakes, but machines don't.
Grace suddenly frowned.
He casually pulled back the interface he had just slid over and found the side-view photo.
like.
This profile looks like Captain Huntington's!
Grace became more alert.
He waved his thick fingers quickly, and two projection screens appeared in front of him. A photo of Zhang Hui Saka and Captain 'White Ghost' Hanton appeared above and below the projection screens.
Before entering the Keygrove research vessel, Hanton also had a normal military life, and it is not difficult to find his portrait.
Similar, so similar!
Gris compared them from top to bottom. Although the two men were completely different in appearance and temperament, Gris' intuition told him that there was some similarity between the two men.
Soon, Grace selected two nearly full-body photos and cropped them slightly to make the two photos fit together.
Um, how many centimeters is the height difference? Captain Hanton is taller than Hui Saka.
The facial skeleton of the two people is different...the shape of their faces is a little different...the distance between their pupils is also slightly different...
System prompt: The similarity is less than 40%.
Grace shook his head, and when he looked at the photos of the two again, he felt that they looked less and less alike.
'Am I obsessed with finding the white ghost?'
Gris scratched his head, swept away the photo in front of him, and stared at the dashboard and the starry sky above it in a daze.
The similarity between these two people may be their eyes that are unwilling to be ordinary.
'Hanton, you shouldn't go against those officials.'
Captain Gris stretched himself and glanced at the two super-modified humans over there with a guilty conscience. Finding that they didn't care whether he was slacking off or not, he lay down comfortably and started browsing the Internet.
"Captain Gris."
Bryan's gentle voice once again rang directly in Captain Gris' mind.
"You seem to have just investigated that little friend of mine."
"Oh, well," Gris nervously sat up, cleared his throat, and rolled his big black eyes, "Well, I just wanted to try my luck..."
Bly smiled and said, "You are a dedicated captain. Don't be nervous. I have read your information and I think you can lead your team members to complete more difficult tasks."
He looked over with the wine glass in his hand and raised it gently to Grace.
“To be honest, I hate cyborgs, but Captain Gris is essentially an ordinary human being, which makes me feel good about him.
"So, don't be too nervous during the cooperation. I won't let them hurt you. When you complete the mission, I will give your boss a letter of commendation. I won't be stingy with the praise."
Gris's Adam's apple trembled up and down.
He was really fed up with this way of communicating. It was like an electric current was raping his brain every moment!
But the clever Gris stood up and saluted like a gentleman, smiled elegantly at Bligh, then sat back in his seat and continued to stare at the dashboard in front of him.
Fortunately, this guy doesn’t have the ability to read people’s minds, so he can only release information directly to people.
"Captain Gris, we're going to land and have some fun later, do you want to join us?"
"No, no," Gris waved his hands and said loudly, "I won't go over. I will continue to analyze the intelligence in order to capture the White Ghost as soon as possible."
Bly smiled gently and continued chatting with the colleague next to him.
…
Evening on Sakaar.
The stars slowly sank into the horizon, but the night sky was sparsely populated due to the lingering haze.
A cold air current suddenly hit the city where Yang Ming was. Rain and snow fell everywhere, and the ground quickly became muddy. When the hovercraft passed by the ground, there would always be some mud spots splashing everywhere.
Yang Ming wrapped his coat tightly and walked along one of the more famous bar streets in the city.
He had just received an invitation from Bligh fifteen minutes ago, asking him to come over for a drink, and several of Bligh's colleagues were also present.
Yang Ming’s first reaction was that this was a Hongmen Banquet.
But after a careful analysis of the surrounding intelligence, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him going to the Hongmen Banquet.
There were no organized warships being mobilized in the surrounding star fields, and the star system where Saka was located was also peaceful. Six people had just left the Stinger.
Yang Ming felt that his chances of winning against these six guys were extremely high.
"Don't take risks, boss!"
Before Yang Ming left 026's hiding place, 026 gave him worried instructions.
After all, her life is now hanging here.
In comparison, law is more reliable.
Although Lu cannot access the internal network of the Imperial Star Circle now, she has found some information about the people on this trip through various means - black market purchases, CIA interception, external network searches and collections, etc.
Among the six people, four are super-modified humans, and the other two beautiful women are special military personnel who serve as companions.
They are the "waiters" that the Imperial Star Guards provide to these super-modified humans.
If a war really breaks out, will this kind of waiter be brought down?
The analysis given by Lu also reduced Yang Ming's concerns a little.
[Boss, it's possible that they are passing by here to relax, and that Bly is obviously interested in you, boss.]
The corners of Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly.
He had no interest in Blake.
He still likes normal girls, and it would be even better if they have big wavy hair.
Huwuwu——
When Yang Ming opened the bar's alloy bulletproof door, cold wind immediately blew into the empty room.
He squeezed in. Two men who looked like security guards came forward and scanned Yang Ming's body with several scanning devices, but found nothing unusual.
One person asked, "Do you have any contraband on you?"
"Yes," Yang Ming opened his coat, revealing a pocket laser pistol.
The two security guards subconsciously took two steps back.
Yang Ming calmly handed over the laser pistol and said with a smile: "It has a biological lock, so it won't go off accidentally."
After saying that, he walked straight through the dim corridor and turned into the main dance floor of the nightclub.
The melodious music and warm lights made Yang Ming mistakenly believe that this was some kind of health club.
Those super-modified people were sitting on the circular sofa in the corner. As soon as Yang Ming appeared, several eyes immediately looked over. Bly, who had changed into a loose long skirt, immediately stood up and gave Yang Ming a gentle smile.
"Hello again, my friend."
"Oh, this is simply," Yang Ming shrugged, "this is simply too fast."
"Come and sit down. I'll introduce you to some colleagues."
Bly folded his hands and sat elegantly on the side of the sofa, leaving enough space for Yang Ming.
As if he was afraid that Yang Ming would be nervous, Bray said in a gentle voice:
“Don’t worry about them, they are just bored and came with me to have some fun.
"You've read that detective novel we talked about last time, right?"
"I have been cramming for the past few days," Yang Ming exclaimed, "I have to admire the author's amazing conception. It is simply an encyclopedia of crime."
“I like the descriptions of criminal minds best,” Bly laughed.
Yang Ming nodded: "Yes, this book even made me look at the murder case from another perspective."
He had sat down smoothly, his movements were a little stiff, maintaining the elegance of a young noble.
Bly called the waiter over, and Yang Ming casually ordered a glass of refreshing drink.
"You don't want to drink anything?"
The sturdy man he was facing asked calmly: "Why are young people so conservative? Starting retirement maintenance in advance?"
Bly said calmly: "I think this is his own freedom."
"Yeah, sure," the burly man shrugged.
Yang Ming noticed that the burly man glanced at the man with glasses next to him. Although the man with glasses was smiling, his eyes made Yang Ming feel a little cold.
Like a poisonous snake.
Does the guy with glasses like Bray?
The gossip fire in Yang Ming's heart also began to burn. He said without fear of trouble: "Then I'll have a drink. I want to recharge at home recently. I'm not ready to help the police solve a murder case."
When he said this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and his expression was slightly proud.
It seems like he is showing off something.
Seeing this, Bly just smiled and said nothing. She quite liked Hui Saka's youthful nature.
The charming woman next to Bly clicked her tongue softly: "How old is this gentleman? Is this considered a violation of privacy?"
"Of course it counts," Yang Ming said, "I just think that there is no scientific basis for judging whether a person is mature based on age. Well, you guys can just chat."
The enchanting woman glanced at Bly and said with a smile, "Sir, do you know? The guy sitting next to you is not just a woman."
Bly's expression changed slightly and he looked at the other person with a frown.
The latter continued: "If you want to experience the joy of being brought by a woman, then you have found the wrong person, hahaha."
Bly pursed his lips slightly and frowned, "Are you provoking me? Don't insult our friendship."
"Yes," Yang Ming said seriously, "I think that although this society is impetuous, there are always people who abide by the moral terms set by the great Levi Sherman. Friendship is the greatest emotion."
The woman frowned and asked, "Do you have a physical illness?"
"Take that back," Bly's frown gradually relaxed, his eyes gradually turned cold, "You've been provoking me since before, right?"
The temperature in the corner of the nightclub suddenly dropped to freezing point.
