Chapter 380: Han·Peace Ambassador·Dun
What does it mean to dig a hole and jump into it?
Yang Ming discovered that the rhetoric he used to deceive the Sherman family ended up being a trap for himself.
The Sherman family, a group of old foxes, are really hard to deal with.
Late at night, Yang Ming dismissed his combat maid and packed his luggage for the business trip alone.
Lu's miniature projection appeared at the side, folding his arms and muttering to himself.
"What's wrong? Is there an accident somewhere?"
"No, Miss Hera is still very quiet. Although she has not responded to the Queen's call, the Queen has no intention of sending the swarm to find her."
Lu muttered:
"What I'm more worried about now is your personal safety, boss... You're going to the New Federation? To be the head of the investigation team? This is like throwing meat buns at a dog... Well, no, I mean, isn't this like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?
"If they are determined to capture you, the hero of the Empire, at all costs, even if we sacrifice our entire Dark Star Fleet, we won't be able to rescue you, Boss."
Yang Ming asked back: "Will the Empire let anything happen to me?"
Lu pursed his lips and said, "It's highly unlikely, but I can't guarantee it. They want us to fight against each other with the New Federation!"
Yang Ming laughed and said slowly:
“First, those who followed me included deputy directors of more than a dozen departments, such as the Foreign Affairs Bureau and the Imperial Patent Office. They were equivalent to the top leaders of the powerful departments in the empire. If something went wrong with this investigation team, the empire would have a reason to directly attack Minter City.
“Secondly, as long as they don’t dare to launch weapons of mass destruction into Minter City, letting me enter Minter City is not like a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth, but a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The cyborgs of the New Federation are weaker than the secret forces of the Empire. What can they use to fight me?
“So as long as we make sure our ships can arrive safely in Minter City, there will be no problem.
"Third, the Empire has already expressed its intention to cease fire. My threats a few days ago have obviously worked. The Empire now wants to suck blood from the New Federation, but does not want to waste its own warships. Doesn't that solve our goal?"
Lu muttered, "Then you still let me think of a plan."
"This is not a sudden flash of inspiration," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows proudly, "your boss's move is a stroke of genius."
Lu immediately gave a mechanical, stylized smile that appeared in the workplace.
"Then boss, do you have any tasks for Xiaolu?"
"There is no mission," Yang Ming said, "Just develop steadily and cherish this window of time. In addition, you must always pay attention to the movements of the Queen of the Outer Realm. If Hera's mobile fleet is increased, I am worried that the Queen will suddenly look for her."
"clear."
Yang Ming stuffed a few pairs of elastic underwear into the suspended suitcase and pondered for a moment.
"Captain McGee, how are things going lately?"
"He actually found out some secret criminal records. We can close in on those noble families we've targeted at any time."
"Well, give him some more explosive information and see if he dares to attack these nobles," Yang Ming said calmly, "If he doesn't dare, then there is no need for us to train him. If he dares to take a gamble, then we will give him some real power in the future."
Lu smiled and nodded: "Boss, are you going to cultivate your own direct lineage within the empire?"
"Until now, we have had to walk on three legs."
Yang Ming squinted his eyes and smiled, then sighed:
“I will record a video for Emilia later, remember to replace my image with the one over there.
"Also, ask Mimili for my opinion. If she agrees, we can inject some capital into her pirate group and expand the fleet she controls to 300 ships. I will need it later."
"Miss Mimily will definitely not refuse such a good thing."
"Is it a good thing? I hope so."
Yang Ming looked at these ordinary objects in the suitcase and fastened it casually.
"Any progress with the Domingos?"
"It has been confirmed once again that the Domingos have no connection with the Super Reformer Organization. Captains Bligh and Catherine have not paid any attention to the Domingos tragedy."
Lu folded his arms and reported quickly:
"The 90 million Domingos and their descendants in the empire are basically slaves. The situations you mentioned, boss, exist on the planets on the edge of the empire, and I have confirmed that the Domingos have formed a secret organization.
“The underlying tone of this organization is probably religion, they are very secretive and full of hatred towards the Empire.
"These 90 million Domingos can mobilize billions of slaves in the empire. They are a political force that cannot be ignored."
"Political power?" Yang Ming shook his head. "The politics of the empire is that the round table rules everything. They don't have any political power."
"Boss, what do you mean?"
"My idea is to help Catherine conquer them," Yang Ming said, "The fact that Catherine and her family are descendants of the Domingos' genes is a good starting point."
Lu thought for a moment, "I know what to do now."
"The next insect tide may very well be the most critical turning point."
Yang Ming set the parameters of the floating suitcase and let it fly away on its own.
He whispered:
"Expand the Dark Star Fleet a little more. The enemy is bugs. We can use more machines. As long as the battlefield is not exposed, we will be fine. We will do everything we can to protect the Falling Wind Alliance."
"yes!"
…
A dozen galactic hours later.
The transport ship that Yang Ming was on slowly docked at the temporary military spaceport on the border of the New Federation.
Eight combat maid robots dressed in imperial military uniforms followed Yang Ming, carrying large and small bags, and vigilantly observed the environment everywhere.
Yang Ming was wearing a neat black dress, and the watch on his wrist had been changed to an ordinary style. His flat hair was a little greasy, but he didn't look greasy at all, and instead looked young and energetic.
They were directed to the entrance of a metal building in the corner of the spaceport.
Da Wa and the others stopped outside the door and waited, while Yang Ming went to attend the investigation team's meeting alone.
A familiar figure appeared outside the meeting room, leaning against the window and smoking. His tall and strong body and unrestrained medium-length hair gave him the unrestrained and uninhibited air of an imperial man.
"Gris?"
“Oh!”
Grace quickly turned off his e-cigarette, opened his arms to Yang Ming, rushed up with a laugh, and gave Yang Ming a bear hug.
"You didn't expect that? I applied to become the security captain of your investigation team! Hahaha! Isn't Her Highness Daphne here?"
“She still has a show.”
"Tsk tsk," Gris winked, "I really envy you. You've always been surrounded by beautiful women. But...did Catherine really betray you?"
Yang Ming said: "Logically, you should know more than me. Aren't you responsible for investigating and hunting down those defecting super-changers?"
"It's as if they disappeared out of thin air. They should have left the empire," Gris murmured. "This is really sad. However, I'm not surprised that Catherine chose to betray me. Her dissatisfaction with the current situation of the empire has been reflected for a long time. I just didn't expect that they could bypass the secondary thought imprint."
Yang Ming remained calm, frowned and sighed: "I can't say anything about this matter, and I can't do anything."
"Everyone has their own aspirations. This has nothing to do with you," said Grace. "Besides, didn't you break up in advance? They are just boyfriend and girlfriend, not husband and wife. The impact won't be that big."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. If you can come, it will save me a lot of trouble."
Yang Ming punched Gris' chest with a little force.
Gris almost spurted blood.
"Wait a minute, why are you so cruel? Ahem!"
Grace stared at Yang Ming, covering his lungs and coughing.
Yang Ming smiled apologetically: "My strength has just improved a little bit, and I haven't fully adapted yet. Are you okay?"
"Fortunately, my clothes have adaptive armor," Gris looked Yang Ming up and down, and said something like 'You are so strong and you can still improve'.
"Have the other members of the investigation team arrived?"
"We have to wait a while. There are two ministers and three deputy directors on the way," Gris frowned and said, "Are we really going to investigate the Patent Office of the New Federation this time?"
"Yeah," Yang Ming said, "That's the order from above ."
Grace crossed his arms and wondered, "What's the point? If they want to stop the war, can't they just stop it? We've already received the war compensation."
"The Empire wants to cease fire, but does not want to withdraw its troops," Yang Ming said. "The new Federation planets that it has occupied can provide the Empire with a large amount of income every day. How could the Empire let go of such a blood bank?"
"Then why are we investigating them?" Gris snorted. "We have the upper hand now. The Free United States and the Guel Alliance are unwilling to fight to the death with the Empire. The New Federation also wants to preserve the foundation of their army. What's wrong with delaying them for three to five years?"
Yang Ming said: "After three to five years, the New Federation will be able to catch its breath and start another major war."
"Then let's fight. In the end, the war will be a battle of population and resources, and the Empire has an absolute advantage."
"How can you be so belligerent in your bones?" Yang Ming scolded with a smile, "This is not a decision we can interfere with. Just follow the order. But you, I have become the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, how come you, the strongest on-site commander, still have the title of captain?"
Grace sighed dejectedly: "I am a cyborg."
"Me too."
"This is different. Your cyborg is too strong, and it has various added values."
Grace did a chest expansion exercise:
"My future will be like this. There is no promotion path, and I will be satisfied if I can live a stable life until retirement.
"Come in quickly, we'll have a chance to chat later."
Yang Ming smiled and pushed open the alloy door in front of him. A hall decorated in warm colors appeared before him. A dozen square sofas formed an inner circle, and there were more than twenty simple chairs outside.
There were already five or six people sitting on the sofa, and there were a few middle-aged men and women behind the sofa.
Seeing Yang Ming, all these people stood up, each of them smiled slightly, and some began to lead the applause.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, exchanged a few brief words with these imperial officials, and sat back in his main seat.
Grace sat on the chair behind him, and the two of them started surfing the Internet and browsing various information at the same time.
This information is like a comb, massaging the cerebral cortex of each viewer, giving them some indescribable pleasure and making them ignore the passage of time.
After waiting for about two galaxies, refreshments were served several times in the conference room, and the dozen or so sofas were finally filled with people.
Every official who arrives here will take the initiative to come forward and exchange greetings with Yang Ming, which usually consists of three steps: introducing themselves, chatting, and adding each other as friends.
Yang Ming glanced at his watch and saw that the scheduled meeting time was about to arrive.
Ding ding, buzz!
The communication devices of the participants received the same message at the same time, and the source of the information was the "Imperial Supreme Privy Council".
Yang Ming looked at the information carefully, which included information about his official appointment and their itinerary for the trip to the New Federation.
——The New Federation appears to be strongly opposed, but in fact it has already negotiated terms with the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs to allow the investigation team to enter their territory for investigation.
This is the benefit of gaining absolute advantage on the battlefield.
"Everyone," Yang Ming took the initiative to speak, "I am the leader of this investigation team, sitting here on behalf of the Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau. We are going to enter the territory of the New Federation this time. Generally speaking, there will be no danger, but we must also take some necessary precautions."
The dozen or so well-dressed old men and women nodded slowly.
An old man smiled and said, "With Team Leader Hanton leading the team, we will definitely return successfully."
"Thank you," Yang Ming nodded with a smile, "Let's discuss first what form of investigation we should use and what kind of investigation report we should get back."
One woman asked: "Will the new federation really open its patent database to us?"
"They have no room to refuse," another lady said, "We are now in an advantageous position. Besides, we are here to visit, not to record. Even if we have amazing memories, it is impossible for us to record any complete patent information with our brains."
Yang Ming said slowly: "It doesn't matter how many patents or confidential information we see. What's important is that we make a subjective assessment."
A subjective assessment?
A group of people nodded at the same time, and the assistants and secretaries outside wrote furiously.
"Captain Hanton, where do you think we should start?"
"It depends on what's said above. We are free to decide ," Yang Ming said seriously. "I think we must keep three principles in mind."
"You go ahead."
Yang Ming raised a finger: "First, the Empire cannot be wrong."
The group nodded again.
"Second, we must include this in our report. Even if we can't find direct evidence, the New Federation's industrial base is sufficient for them to develop that kind of high-precision assassination robot."
" Third , although no suspicious targets have been found within the New Federation, we have every reason to suspect that there are secret production lines in the New Federation, which requires deeper involvement."
Everyone smiled knowingly.
Yang Ming said gently: "Do you all understand?"
"Don't worry, Team Leader. We all understand what the higher-ups mean."
"Team leader, if we enter the New Federation and are attacked by extremist armed groups within their territory, how should we fight back?"
"Safety is of utmost importance. We must ensure that no accidental discharge of weapons occurs."
Yang Ming thought about it carefully:
“There aren’t many methods that can be used, such as camouflaging the voyage and splitting the troops into two groups. We can discuss the details later.
"We are entering the rear of an enemy country during the war. The most important thing is to let the military continue to put pressure on the New Federation and provide us with more support."
"Team leader," a middle-aged man raised his hand, "we still have a small issue to discuss."
"What little problem?"
"We need to come up with a name for the group and start promoting it now. What should we call it? The Ghost Investigation Group? How about the Ghost Investigation Group?"
Everyone smiled and nodded, and someone suggested calling it the 'Hanton Investigation Team'.
Yang Ming waved his hand: "Don't name it after me. Wouldn't that just make people hate me in the New Federation? I am a thorn in their side... Let's just call it the Peace Investigation Team. May the Galaxy be at peace."
The powerful officials in the conference room looked at each other and said almost in unison:
"May the galaxy be at peace."
