Chapter 378: Ancient God! Ancient God!
Horatio McKee was a short, middle-aged man.
He had an ordinary look and a slightly fat build, but the black coat he wore concealed his figure very well. His slightly swollen face always had a sense of restraint.
He was indeed a little reserved.
As an ordinary intelligence investigation team leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he used to travel around various areas, earning a considerable salary, but rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Generally speaking, the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau are all military officers who have been transferred horizontally. It is difficult for a guy like him who is not even a civil servant of the Imperial Government to have the possibility of further promotion.
There was the sound of rhythmic footsteps coming from the side.
McGee immediately straightened his head and chest and put his hands in his coat pockets to make himself look less nervous.
The beautiful officer, who was a head taller than him and had long, smooth brown hair, appeared before him again.
"Captain McGee, please come this way. The deputy director has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Thanks."
McGee lowered his head and picked up his briefcase. Thinking back to the inspections before entering the base, he became inexplicably more nervous.
The deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau is usually a major general in the military. Each of them is extremely powerful and can kill him with just one word.
McGee remembered the "persistent advice" from his menopausal wife and decided to seize this opportunity.
The elevator goes down and the corridors run east-west. From the windows we pass by, we can see some indoor training grounds, where we can see many young men and women sweating and conducting high-intensity tactical training.
McGee just shook his head slightly when he saw this.
This kind of routine physical training can be seen in military camps and ships throughout the empire, and it is not the way to train intelligence personnel.
The beautiful officer in front stopped in front of a three-meter-high dark explosion-proof door and rang the doorbell.
"Sir, Captain Horatio McGee has arrived."
A voice came from the doorbell: "Come in."
What a young voice.
McGee was filled with emotion, thinking that this was probably a young hereditary noble who joined the Military Intelligence Bureau to gain experience.
But what did this young deputy director want to see him for?
I'm just a frontline agent.
The door opened, the beautiful officer took two steps forward, and then politely smiled and invited us in.
McGee took a deep breath and stepped inside. He looked up and saw a figure writing something behind the spacious desk. He felt vaguely that the head was familiar, but he didn't dare to look at it any more and quickly stepped inside.
Click.
The beautiful officer left on her own and closed the door.
"Sir," McKee said from a distance, "you looking for me?"
"Well," the young man looked up at McGee and smiled, "Sit on the couch over there and have a drink. I'll be here when I finish writing this report."
McGee seemed to be stunned, standing there blankly, unable to move.
White, white, white ghost!
“Fuck!”
"Hmm?" Yang Ming frowned and looked over. Does this guy have any opinion about him?
"Oh! Oh! I'm not scolding you!" McGee's face flushed, his breathing became a little rapid, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart, "I'm your fan! Commander! Commander White Ghost! Haha, it was you who summoned me! What do you want me to do? Oh, you can even let me die! I'm your loyal fan!"
McGee rolled up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo of a white ghost with his head turned away.
Yang Ming smiled without saying anything, continued to write his own work with his head down, and didn't pay any attention to him.
A few minutes later.
Team leader McGee had regained his composure and was standing stiffly beside the sofa.
Yang Ming walked over with his hands behind his back: "Sit down."
"Okay, okay, you can sit down, I'll stand!"
"Sit down," Yang Ming said with a click of his tongue, "I asked you to come here because I saw your talent and wanted you to help me investigate something, not to chase after stars."
Team leader McGee smiled embarrassedly, lowered his head and sat opposite Yang Ming.
"You wrote these reports, didn't you?"
Yang Ming pushed several projected documents over.
McGee read it carefully for a while and nodded quickly: "Yes, I wrote it. Is there a problem with this?"
"You've done a great job," Yang Ming said. "Most of the time, the Empire's Military Intelligence Bureau serves the Empire's military. There aren't many intelligence officers like you. To put it simply, I asked you to come here for two things."
"You say."
"The first thing is to prove your ability. I will ask you to investigate several nobles. I don't care what means you use. I need you to get evidence of their crimes without alerting them."
Yang Ming stared at McGee:
"I can give you all the resources within my authority. Do you dare to take this task?"
"dare!"
McKee said in a resounding voice: "Like you, I hate the corrupt class in this country. My father was persecuted by the nobles and his family was destroyed!"
"Don't tell me about your background. I just value your ability."
Yang Ming nodded slightly:
"If you accomplish this, I will give you a second mission. Within the framework of the Military Intelligence Bureau, you will assess and reorganize intelligence officers, establish an intelligence system to supervise the nobles, and extend the tentacles of this system to the enemies of the empire in the future.
"I can tell you straight away that I will only be here for about a year or two, but I hope that after I leave, the intelligence system will continue to function.
"Do you get me?"
"Yes, I understand!" McGee whispered. "I won't let you down! I swear on my honor!"
"Okay, relax."
Yang Ming raised his hand and pointed at the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and a glass floated over.
"Have a few drinks with me, and we'll figure out which nobles to deal with."
The fanaticism in McGee's eyes could not be hidden.
He rubbed his hands, took the bottle and glass and poured wine for Yang Ming. Then he stood behind Yang Ming and looked down at the confidential information.
McGee felt that he had reached a turning point in his life.
He firmly believed that this was absolutely the case.
…
The Military Intelligence Bureau also has a lot of talented people.
At dusk on this planet, Yang Ming was walking in the square above the base, and eight "female robots" in military uniforms were on guard nearby.
As soon as McGee's spaceship left, he took the golden order given by Yang Ming and went back to gather elite soldiers to form a "Military Intelligence Bureau Special Intelligence Group", pointing his guns at several wealthy nobles, preparing to provide some new "focus points" for the empire's military expenditures.
This will probably take several months.
Yang Ming was not in a hurry. He planned to assign a few more similar missions, train a group of "his own people" within the Military Intelligence Bureau, and then hand these guys over to Atlo's command.
Atro is a good comrade.
The brain has the goods, but not much;
He has a lot of cunning in his mind, but it is very shallow.
But this guy has a pretty conceited personality.
Before Arturo came to power, he always called Yang Ming "Mr. Ghost", and after he came to power, he called him "Dear Brother Hanton".
He is a good fulcrum that can be used. His Majesty the Emperor wants to train Atro to become the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, which is simply like putting a steamer on a steamed bun and covering his hat !
There's no need to create a mechanical thinking body to replace him.
Of course, Yang Ming did not dare to release the mechanical thinking body within the empire, as it might be exposed at any time, which would not be worth the loss.
The Luofeng Alliance has completed its second expansion, and Emilia has returned to her 'normal' life in the palace.
Yang Ming now really wants to go back and see Emilia. Adwang entrusted her to him, so he must protect and help her like her real brother and let her realize Adwang’s long-cherished wish - Luofeng is independent from the galaxy’s political system.
Now, Yang Ming can already see the troubles and disasters ahead.
In the next four to six years, a large-scale insect swarm will hit.
Yang Ming planned to suppress this news for a year or two, and only secretly send letters to small and medium-sized countries in the Milky Way, allowing the empire and the three major powers to fight for another year or two.
As for this, will there be more casualties...
Sometimes, not everything can be done perfectly. Yang Ming felt that he had done his best by notifying the empire and the three major powers two years in advance.
If he were to sacrifice his own interests and make more efforts, that would be pure moral kidnapping.
Yang Ming has another consideration - the Milky Way is the territory of the Fayarians, the Zerg are their enemies, and the Fayarians will not allow the Zerg tide to engulf the human civilization in the Milky Way that they have cultivated for so long.
So, maybe he doesn't have to do anything, and it is enough just to develop Luofeng and Dark Star well.
Suddenly I think it's quite funny.
The first disaster, the high-dimensional invasion, the second disaster, the endless insect swarm, and the third disaster, the intelligent machine crisis, are now happening simultaneously, and he has a hand in every aspect of it.
If this little broken ball fails to pass the civilization assessment, he will really cry in front of the Faya people.
“Ding ding ding.”
Lu's voice emerged from the hidden headset: "Calling the boss, calling the boss, the execution plan has been sent!"
"You don't have to show me, just do it."
Yang Ming hissed and said:
"Also, help me think of a solution. I can't leave this base, and I feel very uncomfortable."
"You need to work here," Lu laughed, "Don't worry, everything will be fine before the insect tide arrives."
Yang Ming suddenly asked, "What do you think about me absorbing that group of cells?"
"Boss, why don't you ask them to send the equipment that has been set up on Sakaar here," Lu said softly, "Her Highness Daphne is your supervisor now. She will watch you absorb the power of the ancient god cells the whole time, and it will also reassure those old guys."
"Alright," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "The Queen will have to go through some trouble before she can ascend to a higher dimension, and I also need to improve my strength. Remember to tell Posa about this."
"I have already told you."
"What did she say?"
"She said... go back and recharge when you have time. She will give you more strength. It will depend on you to protect the galaxy in the future. She will cheer you on from behind."
Yang Ming's forehead was full of black lines.
This guy is getting poorer and poorer!
Ah, yes, she was poor and mean.
…
Yang Ming's idea of absorbing the Ancient God Cell Group at the Military Intelligence Agency base was quickly responded to by Daphne and the Sherman family.
They could meet Yang Ming's request, but the condition was that a three-person team would be with Yang Ming to record his physical data.
Yang Ming agreed without thinking.
Just remember and record whatever you want.
If the Empire could directly mass-produce the modified bodies of the ancient gods, Yang Ming would not bother anymore and would just go along with the Sherman family to the end!
The technology of the Faya people is not so easy to master.
In the next two months, Yang Ming devoted one third of his energy to improving his strength.
A warehouse in the underground base was designated as his exclusive venue. Workers in white coats were busy at work. Yang Ming looked at the familiar equipment, which was not much different from the Kigrov test ship, and successfully installed and debugged them one by one.
Yang Ming also had some concerns.
If he enters these devices and is injected with a high concentration of sleeping pills, he will lose his combat effectiveness.
Although the Sherman family is training him and Daphne will be by his side, Yang Ming is still a little unsure in his heart.
Therefore, he mobilized all his elite troops in advance.
026. Mimili and thirty Terminator machines with mechanical thinking bodies boarded the Dongfeng and hid near this administrative planet.
As long as there is any abnormality in Yang Ming's physical data, they will kill him and carry their boss out directly.
Of course, Yang Ming's own thinking and Lu's calculations all concluded that the Empire would not directly attack him, the "darling of Faya", and that the Dongfeng was dispatched to guard it just in case.
On the contrary, Mimili ran over excitedly to help, and then stared blankly in boredom in the Dongfeng, almost suffocating her.
After two months of preparation, when Daphne returned to the CIA base, the phagocyte group experiment was successfully launched.
Yang Ming was suspended in the weightlessness cabin. Several straws made of special materials pierced his arms, and the specially treated liquid medicine began to be absorbed by Yang Ming.
This process will probably last about two days.
Daphne stood outside the glass window, quietly watching Yang Ming's figure. The three old men standing beside her kept discussing the progress of the experiment.
Daphne suddenly asked, "Will he be in danger?"
"Your Highness, please rest assured," the old man said with a smile, "For ordinary transformed people, this experiment is absolutely impossible to survive, but for White Ghost, this is just a minor operation."
"It's amazing. When we removed the shielding between the cell cluster and the white ghost, they actually developed a strange connection. It's like they met their own kind."
"Oh, it's just a bunch of cells. How do cells think? This doesn't make sense."
"There's nothing unreasonable about this. What is the higher-dimensional world? There is a saying that the higher-dimensional world is the microscopic world, or in other words, the basis of the higher-dimensional world is the microscopic world that we still cannot explore."
The three old men and women started to speak incoherently again.
Daphne walked to the sofa in the corner and sat down, staring at Yang Ming's figure intently.
She suddenly thought of the kiss, and the scene of her arms being raised and leaning against the door panel flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but have some fantasies again.
This domineering guy.
Daphne covered her red lips and yawned. Soon, she lowered her head and fell asleep.
The fatigue brought by the interstellar journey made her gradually fall into a deep sleep.
Daphne slept for an unknown amount of time when she was suddenly awakened by the shrill sound of an alarm.
She opened her eyes and saw the experimenters running around in a hurry and the guards who were at a loss.
The weightless experiment cabin where Yang Ming was located was quiet, but in the cabin next door, a basketball-sized flesh ball was colliding at high speed. The pink flesh ball was growing visibly with the naked eye in the repeated collisions that resembled Brownian motion.
"Oh no! The speed of differentiation is too fast!"
"Quickly evacuate the people on this planet! This is a sign that the ancient god's life form is reviving! It will multiply into a gigantic monster in a few hours!"
"This is so beautiful! This is the image of a higher-dimensional life form in a lower dimension. We are communicating with higher-dimensional life forms, right? We!"
Ping!
The meat|ball smashed the cracked special glass directly!
Daphne seemed to hear a scream. She covered her ears in pain and curled up on the sofa, not daring to move. The four combat maids who were ordered by Yang Ming to protect her, plus the maid waiting outside the lounge, rushed towards her like the wind and tried to wrap her up.
The meat|ball monster began to attack the experimental cabin where Yang Ming was!
"Protect him!"
Daphne yelled.
But the laboratory was already in great chaos, because it was a temporary laboratory, and there were no high-powered 'cabin laser cannons' installed around it. The laser beams that lit up around it could not cause any effect on the meat ball at all.
The meat ball suddenly grew two arms covered with cracks.
Immediately afterwards, a blood-red light burst out from the neck, head, and torso.
A monster that looked like a human but only had the upper body was floating outside the weightless cabin where Yang Ming was. Its two big hands inserted into the special glass and slowly tore the glass into pieces.
Its featureless face let out a shrill scream again, and its body brought up a blood-red wave that swept towards Yang Ming, who seemed to be still sleeping!
Swallow!
Replenish!
Its path to recovery is built on this human being who possesses his own lower-level power of the same origin!
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the red wave and the shrill scream came to an abrupt end, and the half-body monster leaned backwards.
In front, Yang Ming had opened his eyes at some point, and there was a scarlet light in his eyes, and his body swelled up.
The needles inserted into his body broke at the same time, and his left hand opened towards the half-body monster.
The monster seemed to have seen some great terror and kept struggling to retreat, but its body was pulled back to Yang Ming's sight little by little.
Yang Ming’s left hand grabbed the monster’s neck, as if he was grabbing a piece of white paper!
Yang Ming suddenly opened his mouth and roared at the monster for more than ten seconds. Then he took a deep breath, and the half-body monster suddenly collapsed . Streams of scarlet energy were drawn out and flowed into Yang Ming's body.
In just three or four seconds, the monster's body was like crushed dead leaves, with only a little ash floating downwards.
Yang Ming closed his eyes, a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his hands slowly opened, as if he was feeling something, calling for something.
The more than twenty groups of ancient god cell tissues stored in the Imperial Laboratory Group shrank in an instant and became a thin "membrane".
Power. Extreme power.
Yang Ming's muscles seemed to have learned to breathe, expanding and bulging. His clothes had disappeared at some point, and his extremely muscular and beautiful body was emitting a bright glow.
At this moment, Yang Ming felt like he was a god and could easily destroy everything in front of him.
Is this the power that only a peak Valkyrie can possess?
From today on, he, Yang Ming, can finally completely remove the adjective in front of "ancient god life form".
He is the ancient god!
The image of the Imperial Dreadnought destroying the Güell Alliance's light battleship flashed through his mind.
"Ahem," Yang Ming cleared his throat, quickly freed himself from the desire to destroy, and landed on the ground calmly, "Get me some clothes."
The people around, who had been stunned for a long time, immediately lowered their heads and got busy.
