Chapter 301: Fuck Him!
"Mr. Ghost, an order has come from the palace."
In the hotel room, the maid turned her head to look at Yang Ming who was changing clothes beside the bed. She looked down unconsciously and then calmly looked away:
“We now need to use our advantage of hiding in the dark to covertly investigate the case of the hovercraft bomb.
"Your Majesty has activated the Imperial Guard System and has found the direct perpetrator of the bombing. The Imperial Guard System has automatically dispatched a large number of police forces to capture the target.
"This is the only clue. We must rush over immediately and find the mastermind behind this murderer before he is silenced."
Direct murderer?
Yang Ming wondered, "Isn't it possible for the Imperial Guard System to directly lock onto the mastermind behind this?"
"If the other party does not use electronic information to communicate, and issues the mission outside the Imperial Star, the Imperial Guard System will naturally be unable to find any clues."
Han Yin held up her two slender arms and said seriously:
"We'd better put on some disguise and get going right away.
"According to our internal inference, the chances of the murderer being silenced are almost 100 percent.
"In addition, His Majesty has learned that you are not dead. His Majesty is very happy. After we send the murderer back to the palace, he will hold a grand celebration ceremony for you and announce the victorious return of the White Ghost."
This situation was really not set up by the emperor?
Yang Ming was full of doubts, but he just smiled and shook his head:
"Give me the communicator, and you can go back to the palace. You don't have to worry about what happens next."
"Why? Mr. White Ghost, do you look down on me, a little maid?"
Han Xiangyin chuckled, shook her right hand slightly, and a nail shot forward like a bullet, with a thin silk thread behind it.
Bang!
The nail was inserted directly into the metal plate next to Yang Ming's ear.
Yang Ming frowned slightly, raised his left hand and pointed it at the little maid; as the latter cried softly, her body was already hanging in the air uncontrollably.
Yang Ming pulled back with his left hand, and Han Yin fell directly onto the big bed in front of him, causing ripples on the bed.
The feeling of being restrained by the air suddenly disappeared. Just as Han Yin was about to stand up, a big hand was already on her forehead, pressing down gently.
"Ms. Hanyin, it's not that I don't trust you."
Yang Ming smiled and said:
“I have decided to resolve this matter in my own way.
"If the Council of Elders bombed me, I'll bomb the Council of Elders Legislative Chamber. If the Military Department bombed me, I'll bomb their general's spaceship.
“I believe that Your Majesty will not cut off his own arm at a time like this.
"But before the explosion, I did receive an anonymous reminder that I had ten seconds to save myself, otherwise I would definitely be seriously injured. This anonymous reminder was really accurate.
"I'm temporarily borrowing your communicator. I've seen you use it before. Your communicator is also an identity badge. It doesn't need to be bound to your own biological information. It should be a common communicator for you maids when you leave the palace, right?
"Besides, your fancy moves...are pretty nice to look at."
Han Yin shouted in astonishment: "You!"
Bang!
Yang Ming clapped his hands lightly, releasing a moderate mental shock. The maid groaned, tilted her head and fainted.
It is likely that he is in the 'late stage' of concussion.
Yang Ming swiftly pulled away her pendant and successfully activated the pendant's projection system. However, a few seconds later, he was blocked from exploring further by a series of passwords.
So embarrassing.
Now that he couldn't contact Lu, he wasn't an expert at decryption, so he was really at a loss for the moment.
Without proof of identity, you can't take a single step on the Imperial Star.
Yang Ming thought for a moment, then reached out and put his hand close to Han Yin's nose to make sure she was still breathing.
How about we wait until she wakes up and then talk about cooperation?
Isn't it too cheap to do this?
Yang Ming was struggling with his thoughts when a line of small words appeared in the center of the projection screen on the pendant.
[Approval passed, identity password activated, Royal Guard Knight Hanton, obtained Class B authority. ]
The password page disappeared quietly, and Yang Ming successfully entered the normal control interface. The many functions of the pendant and the information stored in it were intuitively displayed before his eyes.
This is……
Wow, the emperor’s secret little garden.
…
Ten minutes later.
Walking through the street corners shrouded in darkness, crawling through the gaps filled by machines.
Yang Ming pulled down the brim of his hat. The mask, sunglasses, and hoodie on his face were all the props he could find to cover himself up at the moment.
He was using public transportation similar to the subway to move towards a module called 'Palace Logistics Support 003'.
It is already 'morning' on the Imperial Star. The passengers in the same carriage are drowsy, and their tired looks prove how hard they work on weekdays; some passengers have the iconic badges of their government departments on their chests, so you can tell at a glance which department they are from.
The imperial star was isolated from the main body of the empire, effectively avoiding the phenomenon of "the prime minister's doorman being a sixth-rank official".
Yang Ming carefully recalled the various messages he saw in the maid's communicator.
In fact, the emperor had secretly established a private intelligence organization decades ago. If the emperor had any doubts about the government affairs reported by the Council of Elders or the military affairs reported by the military, he would verify them through this intelligence organization.
The intelligence organization is code-named "Tentacle". It is not very large in scale, and its activities are limited to the Imperial Star and a dozen administrative stars in the Imperial Star Circle. Most of its members are women.
Hanyin, the emperor's personal maid, holds a high position in the intelligence organization. She is at least a deputy director and is deeply trusted by the emperor.
Yang Ming accidentally learned through the organization's internal records that the previous archbishop was strangled to death by order of the emperor, and Hanxiang was one of the maids who secretly executed the archbishop.
The reason they executed the archbishop was that he disrespected His Majesty.
This made Yang Ming feel a little outrageous.
The archbishop of the Empire's Civilization Development Religion was at least one of the top five powerful figures in the empire. How could he be strangled to death just because the emperor said so?
What is the crime of disrespecting His Majesty?
Of course, this has nothing to do with him directly.
Interestingly, Yang Ming also found several assessment reports on "White Ghost Hanton" in the organization's archives.
The report was fairly fair, pointing out Hamton's ambition to gain a title and extensive influence, and highly praising the White Ghost's outstanding contributions to the empire.
These evaluation reports greatly influenced the emperor's perception of Yang Ming.
Because of time constraints, Yang Ming only glanced through the archives of the intelligence organization and saw a lot of interesting information.
The 'Tentacle' intelligence organization has obtained information on many scandals involving great nobles, two-thirds of which are related to sexual relations. There is also evidence that hundreds of powerful nobles have committed corruption, bribery, intentional injury, misappropriation of imperial state-owned assets, and illegal pursuit of huge profits.
If the emperor wants to purge the Council of Elders, he can simply throw out this evidence, and about one-third of the seats in the Council of Elders will be vacant.
From this we can see that the emperor's gradual pressure on the Senate through the assassination of the prince is actually a relatively gentle means of bargaining.
——It should contain some personal grudges.
The old emperor said that he wanted to mess with the empire, but in fact he remained restrained.
“Interesting.”
Yang Ming glanced at the bus stop sign.
He had arrived at the residential area where the 'murderer' lived.
However, Yang Ming seemed to be a step late.
As soon as he entered the side door of the residential area, he heard the shrill sound of police sirens. Looking up, he saw more than a dozen police drones whizzing past.
The public security bureau has already started the arrest operation.
…
The capture operation initiated by the Imperial Guard System went very smoothly.
Yang Ming mixed in with the crowd of onlookers and witnessed with his own eyes several police officers carrying out the stunned 'suspect' and putting him into an armored police car.
Yang Ming originally planned to use the pendant he obtained to disguise himself as a member of the Tentacle Organization and blend into the escort team of the Public Security Bureau, but he quickly gave up the idea.
Nothing else, there are real [Tentacle] members on the scene.
Two young girls dressed similarly to Hanxiang successfully boarded the armored police vehicle where the suspect was after showing two documents.
Yang Ming's pendant was normally connected to the information exchange center, and soon two messages appeared.
[The target has been successfully captured. ]
[The target is being escorted to the palace module, expected to arrive in 22 minutes. 】
Are these two young girls guarding their target or silencing him?
Yang Ming searched through the pendant's function options for a while, then lowered his head and walked towards a floating police car outside the police station.
He turned on the pendant's projection function and projected a special certificate onto the police car's identification system, gaining access.
Yang Ming opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Under the puzzled gazes of several police officers, he calmly fastened his seat belt, raised the pendant on his chest and shook it, casually showing an ID.
The passing police officers withdrew their gazes.
Without waiting for the original driver and passengers of the police car to notice anything unusual, Yang Ming pushed the accelerator to the bottom and chased after the convoy escorting the suspect.
On the way, new news began to appear in the information exchange center of the Emperor's intelligence organization.
[Memory scanning has begun. The target memory has been digitally backed up.]
[The images found in the target's memory completely correspond to the information displayed in the module's memory. It has been basically confirmed that this person is the direct murderer who planted the bomb.]
[Damn it! A bomb killed hundreds of people, and the aftermath of this bomb will consume far more lives than this number.]
[Stop being sentimental here and report the news. ]
【Module memory has been compressed. 】
A video file appeared in the information exchange center. Yang Ming set the police car to automatically follow and read the video file.
This was Yang Ming's first contact with the "memory" of the Emperor Star Module.
The video is played in reverse, starting from the moment the explosion occurred, to Yang Ming opening the car door and getting in, and then to the self-driving hover car driving out of the automatic maintenance station. The entire process of the murderer entering the automatic maintenance station and placing the shaped charge bomb can be clearly seen.
The video began to speed up, keeping its lock on the murderer, and began to show the man's movements over the past few days.
This is a professional killer.
He has no fixed identity on the Imperial Star, and there is a secret organization that facilitates his movements.
More questions popped up in Yang Ming's mind.
Yang Ming was not surprised that this guy could get a miniature ship-use shaped charge bomb, as this thing could be found on the black market.
The question is, how did the other party carry the bomb and avoid the layers of security system of the Imperial Star?
The most outrageous thing is that the time when the other party placed the bomb was a little too accurate.
The first passenger this self-driving taxi picked up after leaving the maintenance station was Yang Ming... How was it possible to predict his movements?
What is the detonation mechanism of the bomb?
The module memory showed that the murderer only placed the bomb and was not responsible for detonating it.
Not only was the problem not solved, but even more doubts arose.
Just when Yang Ming felt that he could not make any judgment easily for fear of being used as a tool, another set of photos appeared in the information exchange center of the intelligence organization.
The photo was taken five days ago.
This professional killer and a white-haired old man met in a corner of a park and they chatted briefly.
The old man's identity has been marked out, and Yang Ming has met this person once.
The Council of Elders, the Great Elder’s trusted lackey, Elder Pisen.
Yang Ming: …
Grass is a green plant.
Was it really done by these old bastards?
Yang Ming certainly understood that the sudden appearance of such dense information could be a sign that the emperor was planning something.
It is possible that his seizure of the voice communication device has been exposed.
Now, after careful thinking, Yang Ming found that he could not directly sort out the twists and turns here.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Why make it so complicated?
It has been confirmed that the only person the murderer had contact with before the crime was Elder Pisen, and there is no way to wash away this blame.
Yang Ming turned the square rudder sharply, and the police hovercraft broke away from the escort convoy and rushed towards the real-time location of Elder Pisen that he had searched for.
Damn.
Fuck him!
…
Imperial Star Manor Module 0024, surface area.
Building a few secret rooms in one's own home is a common hobby among the nobles.
Although Elder Pison's honorary title was not very high and normally he was not qualified to live on the Imperial Star, he had managed to find a place to stay here thanks to the hard work he had accumulated over the years serving the top leaders of the Council of Elders.
This elderly man, who was already old, was originally spending his time in a daze due to his hangover;
The invitation letter from the Grand Elder of the Council of Elders gave Elder Pisen a start and he immediately came to his senses.
Another chance to lick the Great Elder?
Well, does he have another chance to serve the Great Elder?
Elder Pison grabbed the refreshing spray and sprayed it on his face a few times, then quickly connected to the video communication, and a bust of the great elder appeared in front of him.
The latter's expression was as gloomy as water, as if a loved one had died.
"Pison!"
The elder was almost shouting:
"You stupid, stubborn, smart-ass bastard!"
Pison was stunned by the scolding.
"Great Elder, what's wrong with me?"
"How dare you ask! Don't try to play dumb and get away with it! You are now being targeted by His Majesty's men!"
The Great Elder threw a few photos at me and continued to roar:
"This is the intelligence I intercepted. Open your eyes and take a close look! Is this person yours?"
Elder Pisen frowned and stared, and said hurriedly: "This, this is a scavenger I am responsible for connecting with... Aren't these a group of death warriors raised according to your requirements..."
"Shut up! When did I ever ask you to raise a group of assassins?"
"Yes, yes , you didn't, I acted on my own initiative," Elder Pisen said quickly.
However, the Elders' Council has tens of thousands of such death warriors. Most of the time, they act as intelligence agents. Their main activity area is the dozens of administrative stars in the Imperial Star Circle. Occasionally, they will do some work to eliminate hidden dangers, so they are called scavengers.
"What's wrong with him?" Elder Pisen asked in a trembling voice.
The Great Elder suddenly calmed down and said coldly: "He was the one who placed the bomb. A few days after he came into contact with you, he executed the bomb plan."
Elder Pisen's face turned extremely pale in an instant.
"Great Elder, I didn't do it! I definitely didn't give him such an order! These photos... these photos were taken when I contacted him and asked him to solve the problem of the princess' private photos being leaked...Great Elder, you have to believe me! I can't do such a stupid thing! I, I don't even know where to get the bomb..."
"Pison...Pison!"
The Great Elder's face was as gloomy as water: "Look at me!"
"Yes, Great Elder, I..."
"You know, raising scavengers is something that must not be exposed, and you have been targeted now."
The Great Elder said in a deep voice:
"As I recall, you have two sons, a daughter, and four grandsons, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters, right?"
Elder Pison could barely stand.
"Great Elder, this is really a frame-up..."
"That's not important! What's important is that you've been exposed now!"
The Great Elder stared at Pison with a look that seemed to be able to kill.
"You know the rules! We must use all means to maintain the honor of the group!"
Elder Pison's breathing was a little unstable and his eyes became slightly red, but gradually he regained his composure, looked down at his hands, and revealed a tragic smile.
"I see."
"The people I sent will arrive at your residence in three minutes. You can have a drink. It's best not to communicate with anyone, otherwise..."
Sizzle, sizzle.
The bust of the Great Elder was slightly distorted.
The communication was suddenly cut off.
The lights in the room suddenly flickered out and the emergency lights were quickly turned on.
Boom!
Suddenly, a low vibration sound came from the alloy door of the secret room.
Elder Pison turned his head and saw that there was an obvious bulge on the inside of the thick alloy door.
Boom, boom!
It seemed as if a heavy object was hitting the alloy door repeatedly.
Elder Pison subconsciously rushed to the desk where the laser pistol was placed, but as soon as he took a step, the two alloy doors opened with a roar!
Seven or eight guards flew backwards at the same time, screaming as they flew past Elder Pisen and crashed into the wall. Their strong bodies were almost twisted into a ball.
There were several pools of blood on the alloy door and more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground.
Yang Ming, wearing sunglasses, raised his head slightly.
Elder Pison stood still like a clay sculpture.
