Chapter 427: Unexpected Contact
Time came half a month after Yang Ming arrived in the Yada Democratic Republic.
Too conservative.
Papalocka discovered that her previous timid and materially limited lifestyle was too conservative!
The kind of life she's living now is the ultimate depravity of human beings under the social system!
Papalocka opened her eyes and woke up in a six-square-meter bed. A robot butler was beside her, giving her health reports and providing her with gentle massage services.
The maid would bring devices for washing the face and rinsing the mouth, and the butler would bring a nutritious breakfast with a generous compliment.
Then there was the whole day without any plan.
Yes, no plans, no pre-set things to force yourself to fulfill any obligations!
No need to work, no pressure, no need to do anything against your will!
'Fuck energy efficiency!'
This is Papalocka's favorite phrase in recent days.
With the card given by Yang Ming, she can spend as much as she wants without any scruples and pursue the ultimate spiritual stimulation.
When she is bored, she can eat those crunchy snacks in the best seats at the expensive opera house;
She can take off her shoes and sit cross-legged on an expensive sofa, enjoying elegant operas as if she were watching TV at home;
Anyway, she was the only audience member in the entire theater.
Whenever night falls, she would be surrounded by makeup artists and stylists, put on beautiful makeup, dress herself up beautifully, and then go to a nightclub where there are more security guards than guests to indulge herself.
All kinds of luxury goods that we never dared to think of before are now available at our fingertips.
All kinds of decorations that I thought were "just so-so" before, now when I get them in my hands, I can carefully compare the subtle differences between multiple styles, and then call the designer of these decorations and say that his designs are really flashy and impractical.
Although many times, Papalocka would fall into emptiness after indulging himself.
She would be in a daze for a while, fall into an inexplicable state of uneasiness, suddenly become anxious and worried, and sometimes even shed tears.
But every time she managed to get out of this state of mind - by getting herself drunk or taking a legal addictive drug, and when her brain found pleasure in the spasm, she would fall into a warm dream.
Life is just a big bad word!
“She’s so happy.”
Boss Yang stood in the bridge of the Dongfeng with his arms folded, gazing at the villa bedroom in the picture and expressed such emotion .
On the projection screen, two servants were carrying Ms. Papalocka back to the bed.
The robot butler stepped forward to tidy up Papalocka's pajamas, signaled the maid to cover her with a thin blanket, and began to accompany and guard her all night.
About a week ago, the imperial delegation returned to the empire with a rich harvest, and also brought back the Prime Minister of the Yada Democratic Republic's blessings to the old emperor;
Yang Ming greeted the old emperor and Director Ino respectively, and stayed in the territory of the Yada Democratic Republic with a clear conscience, on the grounds that he had to "complete the task assigned by the Fayya people."
——This news was naturally blocked from the outside world.
Even if he didn't use the interstellar assets of the Molly Miss Group and the Luofeng Alliance, it would not be difficult for Yang Ming to establish some business in the Yada Democratic Country.
He only needs to shout 'Xiao Lu Xiao Lu';
Xiaolu can get everything done for the boss in the shortest time possible.
They prepared a 'lifestyle' package for Papalocka, allowing the No. 5 pioneer to indulge himself.
Then, Yang Ming discovered that Ms. Papalocka’s imagination…
It's really limited.
If you want to know how to have fun, you have to look at the aristocratic circle of the Sherman Empire!
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Lv, is your method really useful?"
"It should be useful," Lu Lue muttered with a guilty conscience, "Look at her now, doesn't she even mention life or death? As long as we continue to let her enjoy life, within half a year, she will be completely dependent on you!"
Yang Ming stared at Lu's projection with a look full of suspicion.
"Boss," Lu cleverly changed the subject, "Are we just going to wait here? Instead of waiting here, why not go back to Dark Star?"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I'm just worried that number two and number three will come over here and cause trouble."
"I suggest taking her away directly," Lu said with a smile, "Anyway, the Yada Democratic Republic has already agreed. As long as the lady has no objection, they will not object."
Yang Ming said: "Haven't I already informed Atero and asked him to send someone to take over here? How do we take her away? Let her come into contact with the Dark Star? That's too dangerous."
"The Imperial Military Intelligence Agency... do you really think they are reliable? I'm not talking about their loyalty to you. There are many people in it who are your die-hard supporters. I'm talking about... their ability."
This is Lu's sincere question.
Yang Ming laughed and said, "Don't worry, No. 2 and No. 3 don't dare to kill Papalocka. At most they can kidnap him."
Lu said: "Kidnapped is also a problem, it is safer to bring them directly back to the empire."
"I still want this Papalocka to make her own choice," Yang Ming's voice was a little sighing, "She is actually quite pitiful."
Lu asked softly, "She wanted to die before, why didn't you help her? Didn't she have a chance to be resurrected? If you let her die once, she will most likely not seek death again."
Yang Ming folded his arms and said with a smile:
"It's precisely because she has one chance to be resurrected. After killing her for the first time, we don't know where she will be resurrected. This is too uncontrollable.
"Experiencing death has a huge impact on a person. If her mentality changes and she starts to hate me, then it would be a loss.
"As the saying goes, make friends far away and attack those near. Win over some and attack others. This is my strategy."
"Well," Lu sighed, "I just feel that you have such a strong fighting force and such a large body of faith, but you have wasted seven or eight days here. It's a bit... You should pay attention to efficiency."
Yang Ming glared: "I can't stand hearing the word efficiency now! Papalocka's hometown is really too competitive, it's so competitive that I'm a little scared!"
Lu blinked, then laughed slyly.
"So, Boss, what shall we do now?"
"Rest where you are and continue to avoid the limelight in the empire," Yang Ming said, "Pay attention to Li's situation. Li said before that he wanted to borrow me, which made me feel a little uneasy."
Lu responded and began to think in the thinking space.
She had recently come to a similar conclusion - the 'borrowing' that Li was talking about did not mean fighting the insect swarm together with her boss.
Lu was not sure what conspiracy was behind this.
"By the way, Ritsu, is Mimily okay lately?"
"She is busy recruiting the scattered armed forces near the border of the empire," Lu whispered. "It is absolutely perfect for pirates to do this kind of thing. It can not only supply resources to the resistance forces on the border of the empire, but also leave no traces ."
Boss Yang shook his head with a little regret.
It's been a long time since I saw her.
Lu smiled and said, "You can go find her."
"Here...let's wait for the Military Intelligence Bureau agents to arrive."
Yang Ming stretched and walked towards the fitness area of Dongfeng, talking non-stop.
"Is this considered handing Forerunner No. 5 directly to the Empire? I don't know what the attitude of those old guys in the Sherman family will be."
"Why is this Atro so inefficient! If the Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau can't even keep an eye on an ordinary person, then I'll think of a way to tear down this department and rebuild it."
"Alas, what's the use of being an Imperial Grand Duke? It's just an empty title. It's not as useful as being an Imperial Lieutenant General. At least I can directly mobilize some border defense troops."
"Tsk, I want to play badly too."
Ritsu blinked.
Boss, has this been infected by Papalocka?
Horrible human nature.
…
Bligh is in a very good mood today.
It’s not that he received any awards or acquired the coveted artwork;
It was purely because he saw various online posts praising the white ghost in the morning, as well as many special terms praising the white ghost.
Watching how people praise White Ghost in various ways on the Internet has been Bly's favorite thing to do in recent years.
As for himself…his life was not easy.
Because of the incident in which Captain Catherine led the group to escape, the Super Reformer Organization encountered a huge crisis of trust; the higher-ups arranged another activity to strengthen ideological imprinting, but the executor was still the Super Reformer Organization itself.
In addition, the funding of the Super Reformer organization was cut, relevant officials were demoted, and some training base staff were directly fired.
The negative impact is quite large.
From the time when preparations for dealing with the insect swarm began until now, Bly has been sitting on the bench, only carrying out some assassinations and pest clearing tasks.
You can’t talk to your master, oh no, your boss;
Bligh felt quite regretful that he could not fight against the Zerg together with his boss.
Now, except for a small number of middle-level officials, everyone else in the entire Super Reformer organization is under Bligh's direct and indirect influence, and Bligh has more and more things to worry about.
The most important thing to pay attention to is not to let anyone discover this "game".
Bly didn't know if he was too sensitive, he always felt that he was being monitored by the Empire's defense system, and that this artificial intelligence seemed to be targeting him intentionally or unintentionally. The best proof of this was that it prevented him from joining the Empire's ranks to fight against the Zerg tide.
At this moment, inside the Stinger floating in deep space.
Bligh danced to the melodious music, and more than a dozen team members whose minds were directly controlled by him were drinking and chatting beside him like normal super-modified people.
The music suddenly stopped.
Bly frowned slightly; he hated being interrupted.
"Captain," a sturdy man shouted with a smile, "There is an email for you. It was sent by the organization, and it also has some keys added."
Several team members immediately complained:
"We only had two days of rest, and we didn't even get to visit a fun planet!"
“Are there really so many social cancers that we need to eliminate now?”
"The empire is so large, it's normal to have more trash to get rid of in secret."
Bly shook his head, walked to the corner with a smile, sat in his own chair, and opened an envelope.
A line of small words appeared on the envelope.
【To Captain Bligh.】
Bly raised his eyebrows slightly. He had already noticed that there was no mark on the envelope that he and his 'relatives' had agreed upon.
The content of the letter should be official.
He raised his hand and tapped the envelope, and a biometric information recognition popped up on it. Bly waited for a few seconds, and the envelope opened automatically, and a piece of letter paper quickly took shape under the illumination of the projector.
[Captain Bligh, hello, I am from the Empire's National Defense System.]
Below this sentence is a flashing underline and an input keyboard that is common to all Imperial languages.
Bly raised his eyebrows slightly and typed a line of words.
[ Hello, I am Bly. Powerful and ancient defense system, you have made outstanding contributions to mankind, I admire you very much. ]
【Thanks.】
Several lines of words appeared on the envelope.
【But I think I have to introduce myself again.
[I am an advanced version of the Empire's full-territory defense system, and also a supplement to the previous system.
[The reason I contacted Captain Bligh this time is because I found something unusual about you. You controlled at least three officials who had direct contact with you, right? Their brain waves showed very slight abnormalities compared to those of ordinary people.
[This anomaly was not recorded by the previous system, which is an important basis for me to determine that the previous system has partially failed. ]
Bly frowned, raised his finger, hesitated for a few seconds, and typed a line of words:
[I'm not sure what you're talking about, mind control? I would never mind control my superiors.]
The other party replied:
[Do you need me to show you relevant evidence? I have been monitoring these three officials for a long time.]
Bly laughed and continued typing:
[What do you want to do? Are you really from the Imperial Guard System? Or are you an agent of the New Federal Intelligence Agency, trying to mess with my mentality?]
【I don’t need to prove my identity.】
The other party quickly inputs:
[The fact that I can freely enter and exit the Empire's most confidential internal networks, and can have this kind of conversation with you through the core server of the Super Modifier Organization, is enough to prove my authority within the Empire.
[Please don't be nervous. I am not contacting you to expose you.
[Your mental control is listed by me as one of the most dangerous cyborg abilities. I need to mark you for the convenience of subsequent management.
[In addition, you seem to be dissatisfied with the current imperial order. I have found that you have expressed relevant views in many places.]
Emperor Guard System 2.0?
Bly thought of the relevant information he had seen before.
The Empire has developed a replacement for the Imperial Guard system, and this replacement has reached the stage of mature application. During this insect tide, it also served as a 'backup' for the Imperial Guard system.
Bly responded: "If I said something wrong, it was just a drunken rant."
The other party immediately popped up a sentence: [I understand your feelings. It is really not pleasant to be ignored and despised. ]
Quite interesting.
Bligh typed a few lines quickly:
[Yes, I feel that the Empire does not pay enough attention to us, and all the limelight has been stolen by the White Ghost.
[And why? The White Ghost is a cyborg, and so are we. We can only hide in dark corners like mice, but he can stand under the spotlight and enjoy the admiration of countless people.
Even though our abilities are inferior to those of the White Ghost, we are also useful. We have contributed so much and done so much for the Empire.
[Sorry, I may be a little excited, but I think that the Empire's attitude towards cyborgs should become more tolerant and forgiving at this stage.]
The other party sent a few ellipsis.
[This is an extremely dangerous statement. Captain Bligh, please be careful with your words.
[However, considering the contributions you have made before, Captain Bligh, I can also cover up for you this small matter that will not affect the normal operation of the empire.
【You are the real heroes, you and your teammates.
[Now, I am gradually taking over the resources within the empire. In this process, I will encounter obstacles from some stubborn conservative forces. I hope to get your personal help, and in return, you will get everything you want, including honor and social status similar to Mr. White Ghost.
【Please make your choice. 】
Two buttons appeared at the bottom of the envelope, [Yes] and [No].
Bly frowned slightly and sat there in hesitation.
What's going on? Is there something wrong with the brain of the Imperial Guard System 2.0? He just randomly said something and figured out the intention of the Imperial Guard 2?
Bly clicked "No".
Then he immediately typed: [Please let me think about it, Emperor Guard System. I fully understand the importance of this matter, and I also understand the risks involved.]
【There will be no risk, I can assure you. 】
[Sorry, you are the source of risk. You have never been able to prove to me that you are really the Empire's entire defense system.]
【I am the advanced version. 】
[Okay, advanced version of the global defense system. ]
Bligh thought about it carefully.
[Please give me three galactic days to consider. I should be under your supervision, right? ]
【Yes.】
The other party paused for a few seconds, said "Looking forward to working with you", and then the projection paper melted by itself.
A line of warning words suddenly popped up on the main screen next to it.
"Captain! Our shipboard mainframe is broken! The prompt says that the information reserve system has automatically reset to zero!"
"Yeah, it's okay," Bly responded calmly, "Just play your own game, this is normal."
The team members responded obediently.
Bly sat there in deep thought, and in a blind spot of the surveillance camera, he gently pressed the hidden button on his watch and sent the screen recording of the previous few minutes to his boss' secretary via secret communication.
This Emperor Guard 2.0...
It's quite interesting.
