Chapter 388: Countdown to the Insect Tide
[This morning, the Imperial Investigation Team issued a major statement.
According to the actual investigation of the investigation team, it has been confirmed that the New Federation has a high probability of having the ability to produce liquid metal assassination robots.
Likewise, the investigation team cannot rule out the possibility that the New Federation will attempt to use the same means to destroy the Empire's operating system in the future.
The investigation also found that the New Federation's relevant patented technology is already ahead of the Empire, not including some technologies that the other party may have hidden.
Below is a clip of an interview with the head of the investigation team, Imperial Hero Hanton.
"Yes, the New Federation is very powerful in these areas. Their intelligent machine technology and the extended imagination of these technologies are superior to ours. This makes me feel a sense of urgency. The Empire is no longer leading in all aspects..."
The "Emperor Star Brief" brings you the latest information. 】
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The projection screen disappeared with a whoosh sound.
In the living room of a lakeside villa near the Military Intelligence Bureau base, Yang Ming sat on the sofa with his bare chest, slightly absent-minded.
He had just woken up and his brain was still in the startup stage. His mind was full of Mimili's beautiful body and that deadly moan.
Oh my god, this stimulation...
Wearing a super-sensory helmet to rehearse the human reproduction ritual is really easy to make people lose interest in such things!
This will directly increase the 'happiness threshold'!
He is still young and hasn't had enough fun, so he doesn't dare to keep doing it this way.
Mimili probably didn't expect that the combination of the original impulse of life and the mechanical method would put such a heavy burden on the body.
She was still sleeping soundly in the bedroom on the second floor. The maid robot in the villa couldn't even change the bed sheets. She was so tired that she couldn't be awakened even if she was shouted.
Can play.
Advanced civilizations know how to have fun.
Boss Yang shook his head, closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa, deciding to let his brain rest for a while.
Suddenly, there was a beeping sound from the watch.
Yang Ming glanced at it dazedly, took a deep breath, and clicked the answer button.
The watch emitted several rays of light, interweaving to reveal a human figure wearing a white robe, who looked like some religious priest.
Sexless angel, Yang Ming's secret thug, Bly.
Bly's expression seemed as if he was suppressing some impulse, his long, smooth blue hair swayed gently, without any trace of bleaching or dyeing.
He asked softly, "Long time no see, dear Mr. Ghost, is it convenient for you to chat with me now?"
"Well," Yang Ming closed his eyes and was too lazy to open them, "Don't worry, as long as I'm not in the Imperial Star, no one can monitor me."
"Owner."
Bligh breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed as if shouting these two words could relieve him of a lot of pressure.
He smiled and asked, "Are you just woke up from a hangover?"
"It's worse than a hangover," Yang Ming pressed his forehead, "This is the price of happiness... Is there anything urgent?"
"Yes, but it's not a serious matter. I'm just a little worried."
Bligh sighed:
"Recently, the Ascension Laboratory has broken the original agreement several times in a row, summoning many super-changers in advance, and urging the super-changer organization to hatch more super-changers as soon as possible in preparation for subsequent experiments.
“These are all news that the super reformers cannot know. Because I now control more people, I have obtained this information.
“This makes me feel very depressed. I still have more than ten years left, but I am also worried that it may be my turn in the next few years.
"They have great expectations for me, a spiritual super-changer."
Yang Ming regained some spirit.
He had heard about this matter, but he didn't expect that Bligh would have such concerns.
Yang Ming said: "You can prepare in advance. Anyway, the high-level super-changers are now your subordinates. When they get the news that they have captured you for experiments, you can just let them go."
"Run?"
"It means to escape," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Just to help your captain."
Bly's eyes lit up: "I knew that you, the great one, would never submit to the corrupt royal family! How could these mediocre and incompetent ordinary humans make you loyal to them!"
Yang Ming: …
"Yes, that's right."
Boss Yang nodded slowly, revealing a typical villain sneer:
"I have ambitious plans, but I just want to realize them step by step. What you see now is not the real me."
"Bray is willing to give everything for you," Bray said with a little intoxication.
Yang Ming: …
Damn, mind control is so evil!
This method of control can constantly give psychological hints to the controlled person, allowing the other party to continuously strengthen self-hypnosis.
The Empire's thought-branding experiment had much the same effect.
Yang Ming asked gently, "Are you here to talk to me because you are under too much pressure?"
"Yes, Master."
"Don't worry about Bly," Yang Ming said with a smile, "If they summon you, just hide or contact me in time."
"Master, don't worry. As long as I have your permission and know your great ideals, I have nothing to fear!"
Bly's eyes were very determined:
"I will let them know what an excellent life form a super-modified body is!
"I will give them enough shock. Of course, all this is under your guidance and permission."
He bowed his head and saluted deeply to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and continued to encourage Bray.
He suddenly thought of something.
"Bly, you haven't added to your collection lately, have you?"
"You don't like this kind of thing, so I've restrained myself a lot."
Bly smiled shyly:
"Keeping a compassionate heart towards the weak is a noble quality I have learned from you."
Yang Ming nodded: "Then are there any chances to restore those collections you made before?"
Bly sighed: "Boss, that's actually an experimental project ."
"Um?"
“Biopsychic Network Construction.”
Bly explained softly:
“Although the collection was chosen by me, the overall implementation was handled by the laboratories under the Dimension Ascension Laboratory. They have successfully built a brain network of 100,000 people in an experiment to verify the use of non-mechanical means to merge biological spirits.
“This project has not failed, it has been suspended because it is not necessary to proceed at this stage.
“You can understand that I am the master controller of this network, and I can now make one-third of the collection mentally synchronized and become my mental amplifier.
"However, the price is that these collections have become unconscious vegetative people. They have been made into... biological devices with a lifespan of one hundred years."
Yang Ming frowned tightly.
Bly looked apologetic and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Master. I made you feel sick... I would hate myself for being like this too. There seems to be something wrong with my emotional system."
"Ah, no, not disgusting, just a little disgusted," Yang Ming sighed, "Bryan, why didn't you tell me this before?"
"You didn't ask, and you expressed your dislike for my collecting, but I have been restraining myself."
Bligh showed a hint of intoxication:
"It does make me happy. Oh, sorry, this may not be in line with the values of current society."
"Okay, Bly," Yang Ming sighed, "You should pay more attention to it. If this experiment progresses again, you can contact me in advance."
"As you command, my Lord."
There was some movement on the second floor.
Yang Ming hung up the call in a hurry and looked up.
Mimily, pale and wearing only underwear, appeared at the railing with disheveled hair, pouting and mumbling, "Uncle, let's just use one from now on."
“What a genius idea.”
Yang Ming gave a thumbs up.
Mimili covered her mouth and yawned. She didn't have the energy to do anything seductive now, so she obediently went to get a glass of water.
Yang Ming patted the seat next to him.
"Well," Mimili paused subconsciously, "I can't do this now... Uncle, you know, I'm still an ordinary person. Although I'm happy, we still have to base it on life safety."
"Just a hug. There's more to being together as a couple than that. Come over here and sleep for a while."
Mimili laughed, curled up beside Yang Ming, and rested her head on Yang Ming's thigh.
After a while, she fell asleep again.
The robot maid controlled by Lu brought a blanket to cover her beautiful body.
Yang Ming turned on the projection screen again, turned down the volume, and began to watch some local news in the empire.
The warm starlight controlled by the glass sprinkled in the living room. Mimili hiding in Yang Ming's shadow was like a lazy civet cat. Yang Ming's fingers gently stroked her soft skin, and he closed his eyes to prevent himself from thinking too much.
Sometimes, thinking too much doesn't help.
He couldn't possibly know when "Faya's Game" would begin just by imagining it;
It is also impossible to fight against the challenges that are bound to arise next by relying on anxiety.
But Yang Ming soon began to think about a more realistic problem.
How long can my relationship with Mimi last, and how long can we keep this fresh feeling?
He had no answer.
The nickname Starry Widow must be changed. Although its original meaning is that the pirate queen Mimili made many wives in the galaxy widows, it still sounds unlucky.
"I also need to find a chance to go back and visit Emilia."
Yang Ming thought so in his heart.
A breeze blew by, and Yang Ming closed his eyes and immersed himself in the starry sky, as if he saw the flashes of light slowly gathering at the edge of the Milky Way.
The image on the projection screen was playing news about the war, and the war time indicated in the lower left corner seemed to be speeding up.
Two hundred galactic days, three hundred galactic days, four hundred galactic days...
Mimili came and went beside Yang Ming, and the two seemed to be spending less and less time together. Every time they were together, it was a sweet love, and every time they were apart, they could devote themselves to their respective work with full energy.
This villa serves as the couple's love nest and is empty most of the time, with only a maid robot cleaning it on a regular basis.
The war between the Empire and the New Federation continued, but no large-scale war broke out.
The third expansion of the Fallen Wind Alliance was quickly completed, and one-third of the administrative stars of the Chenol United Kingdom became independent and became members of the Fallen Wind Alliance.
The Fallen Wind Alliance began to expand in the opposite direction.
The Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau has noticed that there seems to be some problem with the intelligent machines they deployed, and they did not gain "that much" benefit from the Falling Wind Alliance.
Finally, the time ticking numbers began to slow down.
Still in this villa, still on a similar morning, the time in the lower left corner of the news interface was frozen at a three-digit number starting with nine.
In the year 736 of the Imperial calendar, the Three-Year War ended.
The Empire declared that their invincible fleet had conquered the fragile will of the New Federation people.
Inside the villa, the news was broadcasting real-time footage of the Empire's retreat, with the Empire's fleet slowly gathering in deep space.
call out.
Yang Ming turned off the projection screen, looked down at Mimili who was sleeping beside him, and raised his hand to pinch the tip of her nose.
"Mimilee?"
"Um?"
"I have a meeting with the Military Intelligence Service to chair."
Before Mimili even opened her eyes, a pair of beautiful arms wrapped around her, and they hugged and kissed on the sofa. The passion between them did not diminish at all even though they had been in love for two years.
Soon, Mimili took the initiative to push Yang Ming away, biting her lips lightly:
"Go ahead, boss. I also need to go back and lead the group to continue our business."
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself," Yang Ming ruffled her hair, "I'll go first."
"That's right, uncle!"
Mimi asked, "When are you going to go back there? I've already made a big promise to Emilia that you will definitely show up on her birthday this year."
"Well," Yang Ming was embarrassed. "I feel like I'm tied to the Military Intelligence Bureau now. Although the news has spread from the top of the empire, it will take at least two months before I'm transferred from the Military Intelligence Bureau to the military industry system... How long is her birthday?"
"Next month, you haven't been back for a long time."
"People are staring at me wherever I go now," Yang Ming thought carefully, "I'll try my best."
"Okay," Mimili shrugged, "Then I'll give her a few vaccinations in advance."
Yang Ming took the initiative to move closer, and Mimili closed her eyes obediently, letting her lover kiss her forehead.
If her vicious subordinates saw her like this, they would probably be so scared that their eyes would drop out of their sockets.
Wearing a neat suit and a pair of leather shoes, Yang Ming adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, took the elevator directly to the basement floor, and got into his deputy director's exclusive spaceship.
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Half an hour later.
In the main conference room of the Military Intelligence Agency's underground base.
Yang Ming sat in the main seat, leaned back in his chair and yawned. Atero beside him smiled and pressed the button. Projections of more than 60 men and women appeared on both sides of the long table and began to report on their current work.
Team leader McGee, who had become famous in the empire for his successive sanctions against more than a dozen ancient noble families, had now taken a seat next to Atlo.
Recommended by McGee, dozens of officers were promoted by Yang Ming in the past two years to form the "Military Intelligence Bureau Noble Rectification Special Action Team" that made the nobles in the empire tremble with fear.
Now, because Yang Ming is going to be transferred, the leadership of this team is handed over to Atlo, who has been officially promoted to deputy director.
Atro had been grinning in his sleep for the past few days, which frightened his mistresses.
The work report was still the same old story, which made Yang Ming drowsy. However, a piece of news aroused Yang Ming's interest.
"Wait a minute," Yang Ming looked at McGee, "What did you just say?"
"It's about a resistance organization within the Empire."
McGee said quickly:
"Our newly formed intelligence network has infiltrated an organization called 'Wuwangzhe' and confirmed that the previously disappeared defector super-changer exists within it.
"In the past two years, the Wuwang organization has been very active. They always appear on barren planets to spread their ideas and develop many solid subordinates.
"We used many methods to infiltrate this organization. The agent we planted a year ago finally succeeded in going undercover, but it was just an undercover peripheral organization. The other party is well organized and very cautious in every action. They also have advanced communication methods, which is very difficult to deal with."
Someone added, "According to the brain memory data of a resistance organization leader we captured last month, the Wuwang organization has united more than 300 resistance organizations. Their tentacles have extended to the vicinity of the Imperial Star Circle. We even found out that the retired warships that caused a sensation in the empire last year, which were sold as scrap and then disappeared, had traces of the Wuwang organization."
"This organization is similar. It is currently the largest underground resistance force in the empire. The United States of Freedom may be behind it."
Yang Ming nodded and whispered, "Give me the detailed information of this organization, and I will investigate this matter myself later."
"yes!"
Yang Ming sighed inwardly.
Catherine is still as stubborn as ever and won't listen to advice.
What's the point of her contacting those resistance organizations more? It will only increase her risk of being exposed. If she hides for another one or two years, the situation will naturally have a chance to turn around.
"Go on with your report."
"yes."
Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and dozed off with his eyes closed. The report was finished after fifteen minutes.
"Hanton, Hanton!" Artero kicked the chair beside him, "The report is finished."
"Um?"
Yang Ming opened his eyes and cleared his throat calmly:
“Yeah, well, I worked out really hard yesterday and I’m a little tired.
"I'll make a summary speech... You should have received the news. I will be transferred soon. In the future, hang out with Deputy Director Atlo. If there is anything you can't solve, ask Atlo to ask me. Don't go directly to me.
"Also, do you know why the Empire withdrew its troops from the New Federation?"
A group of people shook their heads at the same time.
"I submitted a report about the impending insect swarm."
Yang Ming sighed:
“Everyone, I have been in the Military Intelligence Bureau for nearly three years. I have dug up all of you one by one, and together with Atlo, I have established a new internal intelligence department and built the framework of the external intelligence team.
“But I would say that this is not enough to deal with the dangers we are facing next.
“In about one to three years, a large-scale insect swarm will erupt in the Milky Way. The source is the Great Queen that was scared away by the Skywrath Fortress. It is about to complete its dimensional upgrade, and before that it wants to destroy the human civilization in the Milky Way.
“This is bound to be a tough battle.
“Our Military Intelligence Bureau has played a very important role in recent years.
"One is to maintain the internal stability of the empire, and the other is to intimidate those greedy nobles through a series of actions and provide guarantees for the empire's military expenses.
"But this is not enough, far from enough. I hope you can continue to uphold this spirit, not be afraid of difficulties, and keep moving forward. Only by suppressing the nobles can we ease the internal conflicts of the empire. In these matters, if you encounter difficulties that you cannot overcome, come to me. Do you understand?"
More than sixty people stood up at the same time. Those in military uniforms took off their caps, and those in casual clothes straightened their chests.
"As you command! Master Ghost!"
“That’s a very good spirit.”
Yang Ming smiled and waved his hand:
"Okay, get back to work. The military will naturally reward you for your achievements at each stage.
"I estimate that I will have to keep an eye on you for another two or three months. It's too early to say goodbye."
A group of people laughed a few times, and the projections left the stage one by one.
Atro sighed softly beside him: "Thanks to you."
"What's the point of thanking me?" Yang Ming stretched lazily. "The empire has such a large population base, so there must be a lot of talented people. You just need to discover more in the future."
“I can’t do that,” Atro laughed awkwardly. “When it comes to personality charm , you’re still the best… Well, Princess Daphne came back last night. When she found out you were not at the base, she looked very unhappy. She’s waiting for you now… Take care, brother.”
Yang Ming blinked: "How do you usually deal with this situation?"
"Overtime, urgent official business... It's normal for women to be jealous, just coax them, you are a white ghost."
Yang Ming smiled calmly.
He has never picked this delicate flower, so why should she be jealous?
