Chapter 382 Mistress No. 6
The densely packed small defensive fortresses outside Mingte City made Yang Ming feel a little numb.
Obviously, the New Federation is ready for a decisive battle with the Imperial Expeditionary Corps in its own capital.
As the transport ship he was on approached Mingte City, Yang Ming could feel the hostility coming from all directions, especially after they entered the military port. This hostility became more direct and stronger. It was the fighting spirit from the soldiers.
Yang Ming didn't do much. He just followed the delegation with his eight combat maids. During the brief meeting, he just stayed in the corner without saying a word.
As for the famous White Ghost, the New Federation also took measures to not give him any shots or traffic, as if he were a virtual being.
Political matters can be easily resolved by the imperial officials who came with Yang Ming.
They are one of the main persons in charge of the major departments of the empire. They have outstanding abilities and have seen many storms. Naturally, they will not be polite in a quasi-defeated country.
The two sides engaged in a heated argument, neither giving in at all, which was very exciting to watch for Yang Ming.
However, Yang Ming's interest is obviously not in this area.
During the meeting at the spaceport, Yang Ming had been secretly observing the dozen or so officials and generals sent by the New Federation, trying to find some flaws in them.
The result, of course, was nothing.
It is very easy for a pioneer to hide himself.
The meeting will be over soon. A medium-sized transport ship has been waiting for a long time and is about to send the Empire's "Peace Prayer" investigation team into the third main urban area of Mingte City Star and take them to the hotel to rest.
There was also a small accident at this time.
"Sir," a middle-aged general of the New Federation said nervously, as he stretched out his hand to block Yang Ming, and whispered, "Can you..."
"Can't I go down?"
Yang Ming put his hands in his pockets and raised his voice. Gris immediately rushed over with a group of secret troops without weapons and equipment.
Seeing the people from the Empire taking action, the biochemically modified security team arranged by the New Federation rushed forward. The two sides stared at each other and immediately began a confrontation.
"General, I am the leader of this investigation team!"
Yang Ming said firmly: "What do you mean by stopping me? What do you mean by leaving me here?"
The general immediately said: "I mean..."
"You don't have to say any more!" Gris cursed, "This is an insult to the hero of the empire!"
"No! I mean! Calm down!"
The general shouted at the top of his voice:
"I just want to say that your eight robot maids cannot enter Minter City! The energy density of their core batteries is too huge! This is our explicit rule!"
A group of people turned their heads to look at the eldest to eighth child who had already started rolling up their sleeves.
Yang Ming laughed and said, "Why don't you just say no? Why make it so complicated? Big kid, take them back to the Imperial Escort Fleet and wait for me."
"Yes, Master."
The eight combat maids bowed at the same time, then turned around and walked back to the direction of the Empire's transport ship.
On this side, the flames that had already been burning could not be extinguished. Gris and others and the modified humans of the New Federation killed each other with their eyes, and the atmosphere was full of gunpowder.
Yang Ming said calmly: "Gris."
"yes!"
"Collect the troops, protect the important people, don't worry about me," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I can't defeat these guys alone, why are you competing with them?"
Grace made a gesture, and the secret force members responsible for security work quickly retreated, followed the officials one by one, and passed the security check one after another.
The biochemically modified humans of the New Federation also showed their high quality. They didn't care about Yang Ming's contempt and provocation at all and returned to their respective jobs.
"It's impossible to start a fire."
Boss Yang felt a little regretful about this.
But it doesn’t matter, there will be plenty of opportunities later.
A whole galactic hour later, Yang Ming and his friends arrived at the hotel where they were staying.
The spaceship docked at the aerial platform where a row of dozens of luxury brand hovercrafts had been waiting for a long time. They picked up the officials of the Imperial Investigation Team and then landed on the ground hotel.
Yang Ming looked out the car window at the crowded street, which accommodated at least hundreds of thousands of people from the beginning to the end of the street.
He felt the hostility again.
However, the hostility is not so obvious.
Yang Ming couldn't help but think of another question... This crowded situation seemed to have lasted for a long time. Aren't these citizens of the New Federation in a hurry to pee?
If they have to urinate urgently, where do they go?
Boss Yang expressed serious sympathy for the urinary systems of the New Federation citizens here.
When getting off the car, the dozen or so officials from the empire didn't even look at the protesters. Yang Ming was very polite and waved to the people on the street after getting off the car.
The crowd across the street just remained silent, staring at Yang Ming with somewhat hostile eyes. On the flashing projection signs above their heads and on the physical paper signs held in their hands, anti-war declarations were written in the common language and the ancient imperial language.
It seems that silence is the main theme of today.
The silence created a depressing atmosphere, causing Yang Ming to sigh slightly in his heart.
…
laugh!
Grace pulled open the curtains, glanced down, and muttered, "The crowd hasn't dispersed yet, and they still dare to say that the security work is in place? If anyone among these people holds up a single-barreled shaped-charge launcher, this building will be doomed."
Yang Ming loosened the tie of his tuxedo, made himself sit more comfortably, and chuckled, "Don't worry, they are more nervous than us right now, afraid that something might happen to us."
"Okay," Gris shook his head, "Anyway, I will definitely put on a protective shield when I sleep today."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed the drink beside him and took two sips from the bottle: "How is the situation? Should we start contacting their patent office tomorrow?"
"Looking at the schedule they gave, there will be a formal meeting with the New Federation officials tomorrow. The meeting will be chaired by several congressmen, who all look quite young," Gris said with a smile, "I guess those old guys don't want to embarrass themselves."
"Member of Parliament?"
Yang Ming immediately became interested: "Give me the information."
"Here," Grace made a few simple operations on the wrist guard on his left hand, and Yang Ming's shell-shaped network access terminal received an email.
A few seconds later, projections of seven or eight middle-aged men appeared in front of Yang Ming, and next to each projection was a series of data.
“Is this what you call a young man?”
Yang Ming laughed and cursed:
"Aren't these all old guys?"
Grace shrugged. "Relatively speaking, they are already young people. They are not simple people to have permanent seats in the two houses of the New Federation."
Yang Ming carefully looked through the materials of these seven or eight people, and soon a congressman named Allison caught his interest.
First, judging from his resume, the other party rose very quickly and his family has no political background.
Second, this document from the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency specifically noted that this person had never shown any inclination towards politics before the age of thirty, but suddenly began to engage in political activities.
Third, the other party’s political career was very close to the time when he replaced Hutton.
Although these points do not mean anything, Yang Ming keenly smelled something unusual.
"Will they all come tomorrow?"
"Hmm," Gris stretched, "It's said to be tomorrow, but there are still six or seven galaxies left. I'll go check outside each room, arrange the night shift, and then go to rest. You should also go to bed early."
"I'm fine," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I'm full of energy."
"All right."
Grace snapped his fingers and staggered out of Yang Ming's room.
Yang Ming stared at Congressman Allison's file for a while, wanting to get more information, but the Military Intelligence Agency's archives were empty.
This is because he is a member of the New Federation, so the Military Intelligence Bureau made some records.
Okay, you still have to rely on yourself for everything.
According to the agreement made with the lawyer, Yang Ming took out a brand new floating ball-shaped network access terminal, bound his own biological information, and connected to the planetary network of the New Federation Minter City.
The internet speed is quite fast and much more responsive than the Empire's unified network.
Yang Ming waited quietly for a few minutes, and a series of advertising projections appeared on the page.
Soon, Yang Ming clicked on an ad, filled in some information, and after confirming it again and again, sent the ad.
All this is under the supervision of the New Federation.
——There is no monitoring . What is being monitored here is the network.
Yang Ming looked at his watch, stood up and walked towards the closet, where the clothes were sorted by the hotel robot.
He changed into a windbreaker, put on a pair of luxurious leather boots, put on a top hat, and walked out of the house openly.
"grown ups!"
"Well," Yang Ming said, "I'm going to the hotel lobby to pick someone up, you guys come with me."
"yes!"
These secret force soldiers did not ask any questions. They lowered their heads and followed Yang Ming. After arriving at the hall, they quickly took up various advantageous shooting positions, guarding against possible shooting at any time.
The security personnel at the hotel entrance were immediately alarmed.
A general walked up to Yang Ming and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, is there anything you need?"
"It's okay," Yang Ming said, "One of my men will be here soon. I'll wait for her here."
"Subordinates?"
"Military Intelligence Bureau agents," Yang Ming said with a smile, "just like you, they always place some high-level agents in the Imperial Star Circle or even on the surface of the Imperial Star."
The general frowned and stared at Yang Ming carefully: "Mr. Ghost, you are being too disrespectful to the consensus we reached before..."
"Okay, I'll change the wording," Yang Ming shrugged, "I have a fan coming over. You know, I can't refuse the fans' enthusiastic requests. I'm an idol."
The general shook his head and said, "Sorry, we cannot allow you to have contact with suspicious people. This is to protect you."
"I'm telling you this out of politeness," Yang Ming said with a smile, "If you dare to do anything to stop me, I will broadcast it live on the spot and show the people of the empire how to kill 100 councillors in a row in Mingte City."
"you!"
"General, I don't want to use any mental control on you," Yang Ming's face gradually turned cold. "Give the New Federation some respect and call you General. If the General doesn't want my respect, then I can change the title."
The general's breathing became heavier.
He stared at Yang Ming, but didn't say anything in the end.
There was some commotion on the street outside the hotel, and the general heard his men reporting from his collar:
"General, there is a call girl who said that... the white ghost here called, this..."
Yang Ming looked at the general with a smile.
The general took a deep breath and said, "Have her come to the hotel and have someone bring all the scanning equipment over. Also, inform the reporters of this news and spread it throughout the galaxy!"
"Yes, General!"
Yang Ming nodded with a smile: "The general is really reasonable."
"snort!"
The general left with a livid face.
After a while, a beautiful girl wearing a high-slit tube top dress appeared at the door of the hotel, surrounded by a group of soldiers.
Yang Ming's eyes lit up.
Mimili, but this is Mimili with heavy makeup. She can easily control the sexy red lips and all kinds of eye-catching jewelry.
There are scanners at the entrance of the hotel.
Mimili spread her hands helplessly, walked calmly through the scanning area, and stood five meters away from Yang Ming waiting.
The general whispered, "Any questions?"
"General...do you have any questions?"
“Seek truth from facts.”
"No problem at all."
"Please hand over all the jewelry you have!"
"Whatever," Mimili shrugged lightly. A female soldier came forward and took away the fake jewelry on her body.
It took several minutes to figure it out.
"Let him go," the general said coldly.
Yang Ming made an imperial gentleman salute and extended his right hand to Mimili. Mimili showed a charming smile, glanced at the men gathered in the hall with contempt, then walked up in high heels and extended her right hand.
Yang Ming grabbed her right hand, lowered his head and kissed it, and whispered, "Come with me."
Mimi Li said delicately, "Yes, Deputy Director."
The four modified soldiers from the Empire's secret forces who came with Yang Ming almost laughed out loud at this moment.
However, Yang Ming simply hugged Mimili's slender and fit waist, without looking at the general of the New Federation, and took her straight to the elevator.
When we got out of the elevator, Grace was waiting outside. He looked at Mimili curiously for a few times, and then couldn't help but sigh: "Team leader, what are you talking about? The news is about to explode, saying that you found a call girl when you got here."
"It's okay if it explodes. It doesn't matter."
Yang Ming winked at Grace:
"Don't come to me tonight. I need to discuss state secrets with my men."
"Understood. I will give you two more shielding devices later. I wish you good health and happiness."
Mimili just watched with a smile and didn't say much. She had no interest in talking to these imperial soldiers.
After returning to the room, Yang Ming immediately turned on the shielding device of the Shell Communicator.
A faint light also appeared on Mimili's body. The light seemed to be some kind of powder, which enveloped Yang Ming as well.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and Yang Ming immediately released his big hand from her waist.
"It's really you," Yang Ming whispered, "I thought it would be Xiao 26."
"She has a mechanical skeleton and can't pass the security check," Mimi Li puffed up her lips, "Why, it's not 026, is Uncle Hanton disappointed?"
"Of course not. Your coming here just helps me. I have to meet a councillor who may be suspected to be a forerunner tomorrow."
Yang Ming lowered his voice and whispered in her ear:
"I also changed my mind temporarily and changed your identity to a senior agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau. The lawyer should have added your file to the server of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
"When we have a meeting tomorrow, you can just appear next to me naturally and see if you can stimulate the other party.
"By the way, did you bring the things?"
"Hmm," Mimili raised her hand and fumbled in her hair for a while, and soon a few strands came down.
Yang Ming put these hairs on the top of his head. The hairs immediately squirmed like living things, quickly blending into his short hair and drilling into his hair follicles.
"Is that enough?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.
Mimili whispered, "Uncle Hanton, don't you know how much technological power you have now? I was scared when I went to An Er. Your power is going crazy."
"Shh, don't talk about this."
Yang Ming smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to walk to the sofa, he said, "You sleep on the bed, I'll make do on the sofa, and I'll order some dresses for you..."
clatter.
Yang Ming's arm was suddenly grabbed.
He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mimili who was lowering her head behind him. He could feel Mimili's nervousness.
"Uncle," Mimi Li raised her head and called in a low voice, and took the initiative to move forward and hooked Yang Ming's neck, "You and Daphne are not really in love, right?"
"Well……"
"This period of time should be mine."
Mimili stood on tiptoe and whispered in Yang Ming's ear.
"Mimili, we can't let your father down. I promised him..."
"I love you, uncle, since the base on that desolate planet... I don't want to wait any longer... At least, you can be mine tonight..."
Yang Ming slowly raised his hands, hesitated slightly, and finally placed them on her waist and back. He lowered his head to look into her disguised eyes, watched her slightly protruding tongue, and kissed her carefully.
The shielding light on her body became brighter.
In the Dongfeng flagship, Lu instantly turned off the projection screen, and 026 beside him let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"The interstellar era," Lu emphasized, "This is the interstellar era of pursuing freedom and openness."
"But the boss is Miss Mimily's first boyfriend," 026 whispered, "Miss Mimily is still quite conservative at heart."
"She is conservative, but also quite advanced," Lu shook his head. "She is a mechanical fan. She can put aside her principles to please the boss, which shows that she is really anxious. Who knows if she will drag the boss to experience the love of machinery later. Just thinking about it is... exciting."
026 laughed and whispered something in Lu's ear.
Lu was greatly embarrassed, and so he chased after them. The two girls were laughing and making a fuss, but unfortunately no one saw it.
