Chapter 385: Peaceful Minter City Pays Highest Respect to White Ghost
The missile attack happened half an hour ago.
"Allison, this is your plan? To give our worst enemy propaganda?"
"Enemy? I don't think so, Mr. Speaker."
Allison smiled and said: “There are no enemies in politics, only interests.
"Mr. Speaker, please listen to me first.
“Whether it’s for the purpose of protecting civilians or imperial officials, White Ghost will most likely intercept the missiles.
"If he doesn't intercept, as long as the missiles we choose are controllable and won't explode directly even if they hit directly, we can control the situation within a certain range.
"The missile did not explode. We can say that this was a threat launched by a terrorist organization to prevent the Empire from negotiating with us, and to use this as another proof that the 'mastermind behind the scenes is instigating a total war between the two superpowers.'
“If he intercepts, we will find a way to make him succeed, and then start the second step of the plan, which is to create publicity and portray the White Ghost as a hero who saved the hundreds of thousands of protesters on the scene.
“Yes, the White Ghost is our mortal enemy, but that is based on one premise—that is, the Buried Worm Project was really done by us.
“The casualties caused by the war between the two countries, as well as the White Ghost’s revenge on the CIA base, can all be seen as him accepting orders from his superiors as a soldier.
“While we praise White Ghost, we will also attack him to ensure that he does not become a true democratic hero. We only need to spread the message that this attack was originally a performance prepared by White Ghost for himself to offset his prestige among the people.
“Whether it’s the control of launching missiles or the subsequent propaganda, our supercomputer matrix can easily complete it.
"And then comes the third step, the final step."
Senator Allison exhaled softly:
“We first portrayed White Ghost as a hero who saved civilians, expressed our respect and admiration for him, and then allowed him, and only him, to enter a fake patent database to conduct an investigation.
"The Empire will agree to it, because what the Empire wants is for us to lower our stance and admit defeat. The White Ghost has entered the database to investigate, and their goal has been achieved.
“We will first set up the White Ghost, and since he has saved hundreds of thousands of our citizens, we will only allow him in. The people will then think that we are repaying the White Ghost for his kindness, and their resistance will be much lower.
“This plan has also been deduced by the supercomputing matrix, with a success rate of 90 The negative impact it produces is reduced by 95 percent compared to allowing the entire investigation team to enter.
"Of course, we must be on guard against the White Ghost. It would be best to create a fake database..."
Dozens of elderly people on the other side of the projection fell into deep thought.
"Alison, how did you come up with this plan?"
"It just occurred to me," Allison shook his head slightly. "White Ghost has become so well-known today. Why can't we change our thinking and turn his appeal, fame, and strength into a weapon that we can use? If we can divide him from the Empire camp, that would be great."
"Let's discuss briefly. This plan is worth trying, but it still has many shortcomings."
"Yes," Allison said quickly, "I am too inexperienced, so there are many omissions in my consideration of the problem. I can only provide you with some ideas."
The old man who spoke nodded with satisfaction and then hung up the call.
Allison raised his hand to straighten his collar, a confident smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
No matter how strong an individual is, he is ultimately just a pawn on a chessboard.
Try to become a chess player, dear Hanton.
…
Two hours after the missile attack.
"It's broken. It's stuck."
In the newly moved hotel, Yang Ming paced back and forth in the room, muttering this sentence over and over.
The situation outside the hotel is under tight control, with thousands of soldiers blocking all intersections and a swarm of drones in the air providing all-round alert.
The New Federation even got several ship-borne shield generators to completely cover this luxury hotel.
In the room, the two powerful deputy directors of the empire, Gris, as well as two officers of the secret forces, and Mimili who had changed into a military uniform, were all looking down and browsing messages.
Grace cursed, "These shameless people! I really am! They actually started to say that the White Ghosts were created to protect the weak and the civilians, and that they were the negative feedback generated by the Empire's high-pressure policy against the civilian class!"
"What do they want to do?"
An old lady said worriedly:
“The New Federation CIA is constantly leading the charge, dividing the past parts of White Ghost’s attacks on the New Federation into misunderstandings and execution of orders.
"They also said that the White Ghost would be the most crucial figure in overthrowing the imperial system."
The two officers also said:
"No one is paying attention to this missile attack. Everyone is paying attention to how White Ghost saved hundreds of thousands of New Federation citizens."
"Shouldn't they investigate who carried out the terrorist attack? Is there really a third party trying to cause the two superpowers to continue to fight each other?"
The two deputy directors looked up at the officers and shook their heads.
One person said: "This is obviously directed and performed by the New Federation."
Yang Ming sighed:
"That's true. These missiles are very advanced. Their speed is limited, and they are deliberately launched in an arc. If they really want to attack us, they should be launched in a straight line, instead of leaving me enough reaction time like this.
“In addition, the missile itself is not afraid of long-range shooting from ordinary laser guns. The missile that was blown up by the laser gun should have detonated itself in the air, like fireworks.
"The missile I shot down was also detonated remotely by them... They just wanted me to save these people."
"Why?" Grace was puzzled. "To build your reputation? And then alienate you from the empire? To make the top brass of the empire lose trust in you?"
Mimi snorted. "Sowing discord is only a small purpose of theirs. What they are most likely to do is to make Uncle the representative of the Empire, first shaping Uncle into a hero of the civilian class of all mankind, and then only allowing Uncle to enter their patent office to conduct investigations as a formality. This will not only give the Empire an explanation, but also minimize the backlash of public opinion."
Yang Ming glanced at Mimili.
Her little brain works pretty quickly.
Mimili added: "This is not something I analyzed, I saw it on the Internet."
The source of the news is obviously Xiao Lu.
Grace laughed and said, "Uncle."
Yang Ming rubbed his brows and said, "Please, directors, report this news to the country as soon as possible."
"Understood," the uncle stood up and went to the corner to send a message.
They have their own means of communication.
The old lady asked with concern: "Hanton, are you hurt?"
"No," Yang Ming shook his head. "As long as the high temperature from this explosion is not on my scalp, it won't hurt me. What I'm afraid of is the ion beam from the ship's main gun."
"It's good that you're not injured. Well the situation really develops as this lady predicted, it can actually be a good way to report to the higher-ups."
Yang Ming groaned for a few seconds.
His fake hairs can be used as long as they are close to the local storage server of the New Federal State Patent Office.
The problem is that if there is no one to cooperate with him, he will have a hard time getting his hair done if he acts alone.
Wouldn’t the New Federation have to give him a hood or something?
Yang Ming couldn't help but curse: "This Allison is quite good at making trouble. He knows how to fish in troubled waters."
"Alison?" Gris smiled. "Is that the congressman who debated with you?"
"Hmm," Yang Ming said, "This guy is a key figure. Don't underestimate him. The move made by the New Federation today was most likely his idea."
"How should we fight back?" Mimi asked directly.
She folded her arms, leaning against the wall, her legs crossed leisurely, and her charming gem-like eyes showed a yearning for battle.
Yang Ming glanced at the network access terminal in his hand.
【White Ghost saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. This is a kind of sadness, but also a kind of blessing. 】
[A fighter of the civilian class, a rebel against the oppressive system of the empire.]
[White Ghost's attacks on our New Federation are all based on the fact that he was deceived by a third party and mistakenly believed that the New Federation was killing civilians in the Empire.]
【Perhaps, we also need our own white ghost. 】
[The White Ghost Galaxy Fan Club's New Federation branch looks forward to your joining. 】
Ah this!
Xiaolu is still advertising while the trend is hot!
When it comes to online water armies, the CIA can use manpower to fight against the army of mechanical thinking entities.
Yang Ming forced himself to calm down.
He felt very uncomfortable being led by the nose, especially since this was a counterattack from Senator Allison. If he did not accept the challenge, it would be equivalent to losing the battle .
Of course, Yang Ming had no interest in this kind of dispute.
His thoughts quickly shifted to how to use what was currently happening in the New Federation to create a certain impact on the empire and continue to add pressure to the red-hot boiler of the empire.
"Mimilee?"
"uh-huh?"
Yang Ming looked up at Mimili and suddenly blinked: "You...you come and do two things."
Mimili pointed the ring on her hand at Yang Ming, and Lu Zheng listened to Yang Ming's instructions through this equipment.
Yang Ming said slowly, "First, I want to let our own voice be heard on the Internet. I want to edit the video of me chopping insects and spread it on the Internet in Mingte City. Second, help me prepare a recording environment. I will publish a short video to ensure that my video has enough spread during this wave of popularity."
"Okay," Mimili nodded immediately and turned to walk towards the office attached to the suite.
——Actually, it is Lu who does this.
Yang Ming looked at Grace again and said with a smile, "When is their next meeting?"
"The day after tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Grace, please help me make an appointment with Congressman Allison. I will meet him alone in the evening, in the lobby of this hotel. Just tell him that I have something to discuss with him."
Grace nodded: "Then remember to make a recording so that you don't have trouble explaining it later. Many officials in the empire are narrow-minded."
The old man and woman at the side frowned and looked over.
Grace quickly changed the subject: "People as generous as these two directors are extremely rare."
Yang Ming gave a thumbs up.
For this guy's reaction speed.
…
In the regional network of Minter City, the topic of discussion about the white ghost is becoming increasingly popular.
As a result, related topics and arguments began to appear in the New Federation Ringleader Administrative District and the Milky Way interstellar network.
A missile attack seemed to have changed the attitude of the people of the New Federation towards White Ghost. The number of registered users of White Ghost's fan site in the New Federation quickly exceeded three million, and the number of pre-orders for genuine figures reached a considerable number.
Yang Ming once began to doubt his life.
Is this still the New Federation?
Is this still the New Federation that was beaten up by him several times and didn’t dare to say a word after its base was destroyed?
If you can't destroy him, then you want to get it?
Wow, if this popularity really exists, then everyone would have masochistic traits.
Facing the enemy, this is not mercy, this is simply the reincarnation of Buddha. Even if Gandhi came, he would shout "Federal iron 666".
Yang Ming could only swear at this.
Minter City refers to this entire planet. The diameter of this planet is relatively short, and the surface gravity is only 0.8 galactic standard gravity. Most of the surface has been transformed into comfortable residential areas to accommodate the wealthy class of half of the galaxy. The bottom of the ocean is paved with automated and semi-automated factories. It is the most important high-tech production area in the New Federation.
The rotation speed of Mint City is also quite fast. There are only sixteen galaxies in a day and night. It is also popular here to use their own time unit.
So, Yang Ming had just closed his eyes for a while when he was informed by Grace that Congressman Allison had arrived.
Yang Ming originally planned to travel light.
But Grace followed worriedly and handed Yang Ming a button recording device.
"Be safe. This is no joke. You have to make the rear trust you."
Yang Ming looked at Grace with a serious expression, and without much insistence, he pinned the button on his chest.
When he took the multi-axis elevator into the hotel lobby, he was immediately delighted to see his 'fellow' sitting in the lounge area.
Allison also had a monitoring device pinned to his chest, and it seemed to be a live broadcast.
There's something.
Yang Ming walked over with his hands behind his back and sat opposite Allison. Allison didn't show any intention of standing up to greet him, so Yang Ming sighed after sitting down.
Neither of them spoke, both were staring at the countless tall buildings outside the window.
"Mingte City is a nice place," Yang Ming sighed.
Allison nodded slightly, "Mimili is also a nice lady."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Sorry, she is mine."
"Really?" Allison said calmly, "I'm actually very curious, how weak is your hometown that those guys would treat you so well."
Yang Ming clicked his tongue and an interesting thought came to his mind.
The No. 2 Pioneer in front of him has a deep hatred with the No. 3 Pioneer in the Guell Alliance.
That's a 'friendship' worth a shot in the head.
Yang Ming said slowly: "You know about the one chance to revive, right?"
Allison raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded calmly: "Don't discuss these more confidential topics publicly."
"Is there any need to hide it?" Yang Ming spread his hands and asked, "When the game starts, in a few years, each camp will suddenly have billions or even tens of billions of people. Can this be hidden? Isn't our purpose to properly handle this relationship and allow them to better integrate?"
Allison said calmly: "We are competitors."
"You are wrong, Allison," Yang Ming said calmly, "There is no competition between us. We are already independent of our hometown. Therefore, we must serve our respective camps and make our respective camps stronger."
Allison asked in return: "If there is no competition, then why are you working so hard to deal with the New Federation?"
"I am not dealing with the New Federation, but the enemies who want to deal with me!"
Yang Ming stared at Allison:
"You should have known long ago that the moment the game starts, the instantaneous power structure of the Milky Way will become the basis for the evolution of the game.
"If I don't expose the New Federation's plan to bury the worm, and let the Empire be weakened by the New Federation, and then let my hometown suffer a tragic defeat in the faction confrontation in the late game because of the weakness of the main faction?
"That's something we have to consider for our own sake, Allison."
"The New Federation did not initiate the burial plan," Allison answered seriously, and then added, "The New Federation is a democratic country, and we have been maliciously attacked by other competitors."
Yang Ming stared at Allison with a sneer.
Allison had no interest in continuing these "speech" and sighed softly: "Now that you have become a hero of the New Federation and have been loved and accepted by the people, what are you going to do? Why not stay in the New Federation? The Empire is the real enemy. It is not a problem to accommodate a few billion more people here."
“Don’t try to challenge their rules of the game.”
Yang Ming leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said slowly:
"You guys made the move, so of course I'll take it. As for what I'm going to do, I'll check the time... It should have appeared online by now, you can check it out for yourself."
Allison frowned slightly, took out the network access terminal and looked at it for a few seconds.
A push message appeared directly in front of him.
[White Ghost sincerely invites all the transformed warriors in the New Federation to have a friendly fighting match to determine whether the New Federation soldiers still have the bloodiness that human warriors should retain.]
Allison looked up at Yang Ming with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Yang Ming shrugged slightly: "My hands are just itchy, don't worry, I won't kill anyone."
"what you up to?"
"You'll know tomorrow."
