Chapter 445: Showing off Muscles
"Approaching the target area."
"Our units have been blocked in the enemy's detection system and can pass directly."
Before my eyes was the flames produced by the violent friction between the thin atmosphere and the airship's energy shield.
In my ears was Lu's calm and clear voice.
Behind the helmet, Boss Yang's eyes temporarily lost focus, his mind was empty, and he was trying hard to find the feeling of facing the space Zerg.
No, without the instigation of the insects, I still cannot actively enter that violent state.
Boss Yang sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed. Then he started thinking about the series of intersecting plans until his head felt a little swollen.
He naturally knew that most of the powerful people in the military were watching the situation on his side through Atlo's live broadcast, so he tried not to talk to Lu.
The micro-projection on the helmet has begun to display a light blue countdown.
"Ejection is about to begin."
Take a deep breath.
Get rid of distracting thoughts.
Yang Ming closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes extremely sharp.
The cabin of the airship exploded with a bang, and Yang Ming was separated from the airship along with his seat. The latter was like a high-speed flying missile, diving headfirst into the reddish-brown rock formation.
With a roar, the airship exploded on its own and a mushroom cloud rose up .
Yang Ming swooped down towards the explosion point, his body wrapped in a red light film, and plunged into the explosion point!
The eyelids of the imperial generals who were watching this scene from a first-person perspective through Yang Ming's helmet camera twitched violently.
Under the blast of the airship, the huge cavity beneath the surface rock was directly exposed. A dense air gushed out, and more than a dozen charred and mutilated human corpses could be seen flying out.
A shrill alarm sounded below!
There is an enemy invasion!
The topmost structure of the core base of the Chauvinist Freedom Organization had been breached. Just as Yang Ming rushed in a second ago, a layer of protective shield was formed.
The body dives down and the mental force pushes back.
Yang Ming pressed down with his left hand, and rushed down at an extremely high speed. Before he was about to make close contact with the ground, he stopped steadily and landed gently with his feet.
The heat wave generated by the explosion is still surging everywhere.
This should be a food processing factory. There are many containers filled with food and messy production lines.
"enemy!"
There were human shouts coming from the side.
Before the shout reached Yang Ming's ears, Yang Ming had already lowered his body and squatted. Two laser beams passed by his helmet, and he turned around to swing the laser rifle in front of him. Without aiming, he pulled the trigger three times in succession.
The three terrorists in black uniforms simultaneously had charred blood holes on their foreheads.
Yang Ming kicked hard!
Cracks appeared on the hardened ground!
His figure was like a human cannonball, shooting into the passage opened by the three terrorists.
The laser gun kept shooting, and Yang Ming's figure was like an elusive ghost, quickly invading deep into the base.
In Lu's thinking space, the mechanical thinking body has switched to combat mode. At this moment, it uses six clones to execute different operating instructions. While projecting the information of the entire base in front of Yang Ming, it fully invades the opponent's security system and database to prevent the opponent from deleting confidential data.
Even Lu has begun to seize control of the opponent's command system and send all kinds of wrong tactical instructions to the terrorist organization, and put some false information such as "the invaders have been dealt with" and "hundreds of imperial warships have been discovered on the periphery" to the opponent's top leaders.
This resulted in the enemy's grassroots combat power constantly converging towards Yang Ming's location. Yang Ming had a smooth path forward, while the top leaders of the Chauvin Freedom Organization were completely unable to judge the current situation.
Under Lu's guidance, Yang Ming rushed directly to the opponent's hangar, where there were dozens of small and medium-sized ships.
After a not-so-intense gunfight, hundreds of bodies were left in every corner of the hangar.
Yang Ming skillfully took out a number of miniature antimatter bomb patches from his waist bag, attached them to the bottom of the ships, and leisurely strolled to the next target area on the outer layer.
Walking out of the hangar, Yang Ming tapped his watch a few times.
Amid a huge roar, the air in the corridor first rushed towards the hangar, and then rushed in the opposite direction.
Yang Ming stood quietly in the depression in the corridor for a few seconds, and then continued to run forward amid the rolling heat waves.
The lightsaber hanging at his waist has not yet been activated.
Of course, it is faster to use guns to deal with these human enemies.
…
In the virtual conference room of the top military officials of the Empire.
Several more elderly people appeared in the front seats of the audience, most of them looking at the live broadcast on the virtual projection screen with serious expressions.
This is a ghost live show only for them.
Yang Ming did not use his most terrifying ancient god power. What he showed at this moment was more like a super-transformed warrior of the empire, conducting a single-soldier breakthrough.
The generals of the empire have seen similar combat situations many times. Each of them is a battle-hardened general who has climbed up step by step from the middle or grassroots levels of the army.
But today, they felt inexplicably uneasy.
The white ghost suddenly showed them this feast of slaughter, and the threat it conveyed was already extremely obvious.
Whenever these generals thought about the fact that these warriors created by higher-dimensional civilizations possessed the terrifying ability to regenerate as cell clusters, their mood suddenly became even more depressed.
If the reserved cell cluster of the White Ghost cannot be found, it will be impossible to truly kill him.
Then, with the means and strength displayed by the White Ghost at this moment, it would not be too difficult to attack their residences or the fleet they are in.
Plus... the White Ghost's own enormous prestige...
The generals even felt that if the White Ghost wanted to deal with them, there was a certain probability that their officers and soldiers would simply lay down their weapons, not resist, or even hand themselves over voluntarily.
In the live broadcast, Yang Ming once again found the classic 'ghost passage' - the up and down elevator shafts.
The security system of this underground base is very complete, and it is obviously used as a doomsday fortress by terrorist organizations.
Yang Ming continued to demonstrate his tactical qualities as an imperial soldier, and the lightsaber hanging on his waist was still not activated.
There are a few more figures in the virtual conference room.
Admiral Thomas calmly pushed his glasses, walked to the front corner, and began to appreciate the battle scenes of White Ghost.
Judging by Thomas's standards, Yang Ming's solo penetration can only be described in four words - pleasing to the eye.
No enemy can stop the White Ghost's progress.
The entire base seemed to have organized an orderly defense, but now, except for the area where the battle had already taken place, no one knew that the invader was the White Ghost of the Empire.
That's not the only battlefield.
Next to the main screen, there are several small screens that rotate and play explosion scenes on different planets.
The Empire's campaign was a complete victory.
Thirteen of the fifteen shaped charge bombs successfully detonated, destroying thirteen terrorist bases on the desolate planet.
This is already a significant achievement.
General Thomas glanced at a location not far away.
At this moment, Arturo, the deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, was standing hunched over beside his third uncle, listening to his uncle's admonitions.
The other party did not turn on the privacy mode, so General Thomas turned up the volume of the surrounding environment and heard the conversation between the uncle and nephew.
"Have you found out?" asked my third uncle.
"We've investigated it clearly," Atlo frowned and whispered, "The few spies we marked who were placed in the military by the New Federation CIA all received wrong information. This should be the only reason why these terrorist organizations controlled by the CIA are waiting for us to bomb them."
“Wrong information?”
"Yes, General Three," Atro explained, "The information they obtained marked a dozen terrorist bases . The New Federation CIA has focused its attention there."
"Isn't it your Military Intelligence Bureau that did this?"
"If I have to report to my superiors, I would definitely say that it was the result of our unremitting efforts, but in fact... it was Hanton's own strength."
Only now did Atro realize what this meant.
It is known to everyone that White Ghost has a secretive technical team. This technical team is mysterious, but has extremely rich network resources. Eighty percent of the credit for White Ghost's current popularity can be attributed to this team.
Now, the team has shown its even stronger side.
It directly misled the New Federation's CIA, which is recognized as the most powerful intelligence organization in the galaxy.
The old eyes of the third uncle narrowed slightly, and he murmured, "Infiltrating the two major intelligence departments of the Empire and the New Federation, and using the information gap to manipulate the Free Chauvin Organization supported by the New Federation CIA, this is what he wants to show us today."
"Uncle San," Atro said, "there is some information provided by the Military Intelligence Bureau..."
The third uncle frowned and looked at Atero, who just sneered.
"I think," Artero said seriously, "I just feel this way. Hanton is not trying to put pressure on us, but to tell us... Well, I don't know how to explain it, but at least, Third Uncle, there is absolutely no problem with my position. Today's live broadcast was mainly arranged by him."
"Okay, let's go back."
Uncle San waved his hand.
At this moment, in the virtual projection of the battle scene, the white ghost that had been advancing smoothly encountered some troubles.
More than sixty modified warriors wearing exoskeleton mechas, cooperating with ten miniature unmanned combat mechas, set up checkpoints on the road ahead of Yang Ming's breakthrough.
White Ghost threw away the laser rifle in his hand and picked up a lightsaber in each hand.
Buzz——
The light blade unfolds!
The two lights, one red and one blue, illuminated the dim corridor.
Yang Ming walked quickly and turned the corner suddenly. Laser light and ion beams like a storm appeared in front of him.
The red light film around Yang Ming surged outwards. He leaped up and dodged most of the attacks like flying over eaves and walls, then cut into the defense line with a lightsaber in hand.
The intensity of the battle escalated again when a lightsaber chopped off an arm covered with exoskeleton armor at close range.
Yang Ming was like entering a deserted place.
The red light film was constantly splashed with hot blood.
Those modified humans from the New Federation seemed like vulnerable wooden men in front of the imperial soldiers.
Screams were heard one after another;
The voices shouting "White Ghost" into the communication devices could not reach the ears of other terrorists.
Fortunately, this live broadcast perspective is Yang Ming’s first-person perspective.
——Boss Yang mainly wanted to give the military generals an immersive feeling.
If Atro's third uncle saw the terrorist leaders at the bottom of the base who were unaware of the impending disaster, one wonders what this meritorious general of the empire would think.
The information these leaders received was:
'The war situation is basically under control. The number of the Imperial fleets outside is small, and the New Federation's support fleet is on the way.'
'The ship with the hidden hangar at the bottom is safe and reliable.'
'All security gates have been lowered. This small group of soldiers from the Imperial Secret Force will be stopped at the middle level of the base.'
And so on and so forth.
The battle in the live broadcast became increasingly bloody.
The empire's ghost warriors seemed to be aroused to ferocity, and their attacks became more fierce. They showed no mercy to the increasing number of desperate criminals gathering on the road ahead, and occasionally began to use their mental power to create impacts in order to improve their killing efficiency.
The combatants of the entire base were rushing towards his direction.
The lightsaber in Yang Ming's hand formed a two-colored whirlwind, reaping the lives of these soldiers and stimulating the nerves of the imperial military's high-ranking generals.
However, it was obviously not enough to control these generals just to this extent.
The combat capability that Yang Ming has demonstrated so far is not much different from that of the empire's top super-modifiers.
not enough.
Deterrence is not enough.
But it doesn’t matter, the plan formulated by Lu includes steps to allow him to fully unleash his strength.
Yang Ming also wanted to see what kind of power he possessed after defeating the Queen's body.
Ding ding!
The information given by Lu appeared in front of Yang Ming.
[Boss, there is a big fish here. Through the information they transmitted manually, we have just confirmed that the leader of Freedom Chauvin, the retired senior agent of the New Federation, the old man with the code name Unknown, is at the bottom of the base.]
[This person has direct evidence that the New Federation is cultivating a free-chauvinist terrorist organization. He himself is a member of the New Federation.]
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.
New Federation?
This is a good opportunity to divert the conflict.
…
Inexplicable.
This was the name that Grimble gave himself on a whim one afternoon sixty-three standard galactic years ago, and he has used it to this day.
He didn't want anyone to know who he was.
He also didn't want his former family and friends to know that at the age of 35, he gave up his high-paying job in the New Federation, gave up his dreams, and embarked on his current path.
"What made me decide to become one of them?"
Mo Ming sat in his wheelchair, gazing at the pond in the 'courtyard', and began to ponder the question that he had asked himself countless times.
He is thin, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is just skin and bones. Due to too many injuries in his early years and too many treatments with cell activation therapy, now at the age of less than 100, his body has entered the twilight of life.
In the past two years, Mo Ming has often told his confidants, followers, and believers that he only has a few years left to live, in order to encourage the ambitions of these young people.
But in reality, who is willing to give up this hard-earned life easily?
Boom boom
The ceiling vibrated slightly.
The courtyard and the pond shook slightly, and then the entire room returned to its original appearance, with the silver-white walls emitting a faint light.
The unknown old man turned his head to look to the side, and several of his trusted men immediately stepped forward, waiting for a response.
"Is the ship ready?"
"Please rest assured, it's safe."
"We just need to wait for the New Federation's support fleet to arrive, and then we can eject from the inside and quickly escape the encirclement of the Imperial Fleet."
The old man nodded and was about to say something to encourage them, but his expression was a little dazed.
He heard a familiar song.
Not only this old man, but also the leaders of the organizations nearby showed the same expression, and their eyes became empty.
The old man tried to stand up, and the wheelchair under his buttocks floated on its own, carrying him to the corridor...
