Chapter 446: All About Ideology
Time goes back two minutes.
In the central square area of the underground base, Yang Ming stood in the corner of the square holding the hilts of two lightsabers, staring at a broken wall in a daze.
The square was spacious and could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people for a rally. There was a luminous roof on top, and everywhere was marked with traces of explosions after fierce fighting, with hundreds or even a thousand mutilated bodies of terrorists left everywhere.
Obviously, Yang Ming had just fought a quick annihilation battle here, destroying the organization's combat forces stationed in the middle level.
Yang Ming's military uniform was stained with blood, and his military boots had been dyed dark red.
At this moment, there were no enemies on the floor where he was, except for the non-combat personnel hiding in various buildings and facilities.
He is thinking about a problem.
These non-combatants, should they be killed or not.
Boss Yang had never thought about this problem before, because terrorists are terrorists. When they create panic and massacre civilians, they target innocent civilians.
Every member of this organization is part of the butcher's knife.
"This is the self-restraint of moral sense."
Yang Ming had already made up his mind .
He picked up the hilt of the lightsaber, clicked the mechanical buttons a few times, and muttered, "Who said that mechanical switches are the most reliable? Isn't this broken too?"
His voice was clearly heard by the high-ranking generals of the Imperial Army in the virtual conference room.
Although Yang Ming's words were just a simple complaint, they seemed to have a lot more meaning to the ears of those old men whose brains were the only thing left standing.
Then, on the large projection screen in the virtual conference room, the picture shook twice and then turned a circle.
The face of the Grand Duke of the Empire, the White Ghost Hanton, appeared before the generals.
——Yang Ming took off his helmet, placed it on a broken wall, and took two steps back.
The generals thought that the White Ghost would take the opportunity to say something.
But Yang Ming said nothing. He just stepped back to a far enough distance, took a deep breath, and slowly floated upwards.
This group of veteran generals in the military held their breath and stared at Yang Ming's figure.
The previous quick annihilation battle in which one person encircled and annihilated a thousand men had already left a deep impression on them. There were several pieces of information hidden behind this attack on the terrorist organization - White Ghost's intelligence capability, infiltration capability, and unrivaled individual combat capability.
Just these few points alone were enough to dispel the idea of suppressing the White Ghost that the generals had previously intended to do because they were afraid of it.
But at this moment, they had a hunch...
They had a premonition that they were about to witness some major event, some ceremony today.
Yang Ming's body was once again wrapped in a red film, which was pure and extremely dense biological energy.
He slowly opened his hands, as if he was feeling something.
Let go of repression and free yourself.
'whirling.'
Yang Ming called out in his heart.
He saw the starry sky again. In the starry sky, Posa, who still looked like a young girl, was looking at Yang Ming curiously, as if asking Yang Ming with her eyes what he needed her to do.
Yang Ming stretched out his right hand towards Posu, and Posu contributed her biological energy without hesitation.
Red lines appeared on Yang Ming's forehead.
The blood-red film around him began to expand slowly .
This film seemed to have become a living thing. The originally smooth surface began to become uneven, and tentacles that seemed to be real extended outward, like a hairy sun, or a single-nuclear organism that seemed to have been magnified countless times.
The generals could vaguely see a white ghost suspended in the red film with its hands raised.
"Ancient God."
Admiral Thomas said in a deep voice.
The quiet virtual conference room was suddenly filled with more discussions.
"Is this a fully formed ancient god life form?"
“It’s just that it’s pretty close.”
"According to the information we have, not all ancient gods look like this. One of the characteristics of ancient gods' life forms is disorder and chaos, and their appearance does not have a fixed shape."
"Generally speaking, the more standardized and regular the appearance of an ancient god, the higher the threat level."
"This ancient god... I mean, the ancient god life form simulated by the Ghost Duke is already very close to those recorded, powerful real ancient god individuals, which are all terrifying creatures that can destroy fleets."
The discussion suddenly stopped.
Nothing else, they heard a soft chirping sound.
Coo-coo-woo——
Whale calls in deep space.
Immediately afterwards, the live broadcast screen of the virtual conference room switched the shooting equipment for the first time, from the perspective of Yang Ming's helmet to the surveillance perspective inside the base, and pictures flashed continuously.
Figures from all over the underground base, regardless of gender, age or status, left their original positions, with empty eyes and dull expressions, and rushed to the up and down elevator passages at almost the same pace.
Groups of humans began to gather towards the indoor square where Yang Ming was.
They are like believers going on a pilgrimage.
The guards, who were well-armed, had their hands off their weapons;
The men and women who came out of the research area were holding some experimental equipment in their hands;
The high-ranking members of the Chauvin Freedom Organization who walked out together from the bottom floor of the base mixed in with the crowd and kept moving forward.
The first batch of elevators arrived at the middle level, and hundreds of humans stepped onto the central square, staring at the ancient god life form that seemed to be real, and their bodies walked uncontrollably towards the corner.
A few minutes later, the second batch, the third batch...
At this moment, all humans in this base, including logistics personnel and permanent personnel, a total of more than 16,000 people, walked through different paths, arrived in front of the "Ancient God", and offered their most pious salute.
Boss Yang, the instigator, is still thinking calmly at this moment.
Now, the most effective way to shock those old foxes in the imperial military is to directly issue an order to let these 16,000 people commit suicide.
The impact was definitely astonishing enough.
But Yang Ming saw a lot of ordinary people and listened to the kind voices of half of them, so he was a little hesitant to do it.
Yang Ming understands all the general principles.
Not all humans in this base volunteered to become members of the Freedom of Sharon, just like many pirates who became low-level employees on pirate ships after being robbed.
This is the base of terrorists. Everyone is a member of the terrorist organization, no matter what they do, doctors, cooks, cleaners, they are all screws in the terrorist organization. They should be held responsible for the thousands of suicide terrorist attacks carried out by the organization and the millions of deaths and injuries.
To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.
The seeds of hatred have already taken root and sprouted, so don't leave them any chance to grow roots and rhizomes.
Moreover, even if we take a step back... a shaped charge bomb will slide into the base later and completely destroy it. On this celestial body where the surface is uninhabitable, no one can escape.
Just follow the principles and don't be soft-hearted.
Yang Ming closed his eyes and slowly pushed his right hand forward, then pressed downwards.
The crowd suddenly rioted.
Seventy percent of the young and middle-aged people suddenly began to attack the humans around them. The elderly, the weak, women and children who had been arranged in the corner by Yang Ming were not affected for the time being.
Of course, the dozens of core management members of the Chauvinistic Freedom Organization who were marked out by the law were not in serious condition at the moment, and Yang Ming still had to interrogate them.
The widespread riots quickly died down on their own.
There were tens of thousands of bodies inside and outside the square.
In the virtual conference room, many generals who witnessed this scene turned pale.
Two elderly people were breathing a little faster.
No one started to discuss anything. Everyone was thinking about what the scene they saw meant.
Woo——
The giant creature that Yang Ming evolved from the red film let out a low whimper.
At this moment, the bodies of the thousands of survivors slowly collapsed, lying all over the place, falling into a deep coma, and there was no possibility of waking up in a short time.
The red light flickered slightly and evolved into a red light film that looked like an ancient god. It gradually became transparent and finally slowly dissipated.
Yang Ming's figure was still suspended in the air. He slowly raised his right hand, and dozens of core members of the terrorist organization who were still alive began to float. They were dragged by Yang Ming through the air and taken to the conference room on this floor.
There were piles of corpses inside and outside the square.
Yang Ming's helmet was still placed on his broken arm, and the empire's generals were still watching the scene in front of them.
"This is the ancient god."
An old general expressed this feeling and sighed continuously for a while.
…
Two galactic hours later.
An interrogation video topped the trending searches on major portals both inside and outside the empire, and was circulated wildly among a wide range of social groups.
The format of the video is simple.
White Ghost sat behind the conference table wearing a bloodstained imperial military uniform. People kept coming forward to answer questions. White Ghost explained in advance that he used some hypnosis and suggestion methods to make these people cooperate completely.
And at the beginning of the video, Yang Ming said:
"You can choose not to believe the content of this video. It is a good thing to have expectations for your current life, but these things should be known to everyone."
Although the form is simple, the content is very explosive.
Especially the confession from the leader of the Chauvin Freedom Organization and the galaxy's top wanted criminal, the Inscrutable Old Man, which directly broke the defense of many "galactic free citizens".
Yang Ming asked seriously: "Name? Or a commonly used code name."
The old man replied calmly: "Moming, this is the code name I often use."
"What position do you hold within the Freedom of Chauvin?"
"I am the leader of the Chauvin Freedom. I retired a few years ago due to health reasons. In fact, the organization is still under my control. Finance, military training, and talent development are all managed by my disciples and confidants."
"Prove your identity."
The old man took out the pendant hanging around his neck. It was a projection device. When it was turned on, a complex double helix structure appeared:
"This is my genetic data and the various accounts that are linked to it. The contents of the accounts are the best proof."
The Mo Ming old man thought about it carefully and said seriously:
“The most direct proof is the confidential database deepest in this base. Only I can open it, and it contains the true accounts of our organization.
"If these cannot be proven, then I can only read my memory and let my memory serve as the witness."
Yang Ming nodded and continued to ask questions.
He put the identity verification process at the end of this video.
Yang Ming said: "After checking, you are indeed the former leader of the organization. Briefly tell me the nature of your organization."
"Nature?" The Moming old man thought carefully. "If we want to characterize chauvinism, then we should be a group of fighters fighting for freedom. We are all fighters... My subconscious mind tells me that I should describe it this way, because we keep repeating this statement, and it has formed a subconscious cognition."
"What about the reality?"
“We are a terrorist organization.”
The unknown old man smiled and said:
“However, it is slightly different from the terrorist organizations widely defined in the interstellar space.
"The terrorist organizations I'm talking about are those that spread fear, threaten and coerce others to establish influence and achieve their goals. For example, the Domingos' 'Anti-Emperor Faction' is a pure terrorist organization whose goal and ideological program is to overthrow the Sherman Empire. Their own interests are small, and resisting the empire is big.
“But we are different. We are chauvinistic and free, and we will not unilaterally target the empire.
"For most people who enjoy their daily lives, nothing can destroy their daily lives and cause them to feel deep panic more than a terrorist attack."
Yang Ming frowned and said, "Can I understand that the fundamental purpose of your existence is to create fear?"
"Yes, you could say that."
"Why?"
"Actually, this is a business. For me, my students and my subordinates, this is just a business."
The unknown old man said calmly:
“We are responsible for setting up a terrorist organization and causing some small-scale disasters in some small countries to establish our brutal image.
"Then, there will be forces looking for organizations like us who will come to us and we will be able to get the funds they give us. They also want us to be active in certain political systems and cooperate with them to achieve their political goals.
"Let me give you a simple example. I remember clearly that the poison gas bomb attack on your planet Saka was arranged by me personally."
Yang Ming's fist became noticeably harder.
Yang Ming asked: "Why is this?"
"We have two purposes for this attack, corresponding to two commissions from different political systems."
The unknown old man narrated in an orderly manner:
“The first commission came from the Free United States.
“The person who approached us was a businessman who had been secretly investing in us. He contacted us and said that he wanted to create some trouble within the Empire so that the Empire would continue to target the New Federation. This was a form of political provocation.
"The second commission came after the first one. It was from my old friend, or more precisely, my immediate superior, a New Federal CIA officer whose real information I could not know. He was most likely one of their deputy directors. He ordered me to find a way to target the White Ghost of the Empire.
"After comprehensive consideration, I decided to launch a poison gas attack during the Imperial Diva's concert on Planet Saka.
“In this way, the two commissions were resolved at once, and I received two sums of action funds.
"These guys who came to us temporarily are much more generous than the New Federation that has been cooperating with us for many years. The compensation and hush money they give us are often ten times what the CIA gives us. However, we can't get rid of the CIA, otherwise we will really be a terrorist organization. Although my old friends have died in various conspiracies, I still hope that I can rely on the advanced technology of the New Federation to live for a few more decades."
Yang Ming: …
He said that the New Federation was like a crazy person during that period, and as soon as the CIA began to become active again, it attacked his territory directly.
Poison gas bombs are already a heinous crime, not to mention that they are human gas bombs, and they are so obvious.
There is more to feelings than that.
Yang Ming nodded and asked, "Are there any examples of attacking other political systems?"
"Have you heard about the Battle of Luofeng First Star? It was the event that caused a lot of uproar before. The Sherman Empire and its vassal state Luofeng attacked the New Federation's expeditionary fleet. At that time, the New Federation wanted to attack Yilando Star to teach the Empire's dogs a lesson."
The unknown old man smiled and said:
“This is our long-term partnership model.
"We will first go to this place to carry out a terrorist attack. With the support of CIA intelligence, we will easily reach their prosperous economic zone and use bombs to blow up their iconic buildings and their crowds. We must create huge casualties, and then we will express our political demands in a formal manner.
"In fact, there is no demand at all. The purpose of the existence of terrorist organizations like us is to create a situation.
“For politicians and a small number of people who have always paid attention to interstellar politics, this is no secret at all, but most people in the world only care about their lives in front of them. When they hear the relevant news, they will also panic.
"At this time, if the New Federation sends troops in the name of fighting terrorism, it will leave a positive image in the hearts of most people.
"This is a common saying, to be a whore and to be a saint at the same time, the New Federation likes to do this, no matter how crude or flawed the work is, it must be maintained in this form.
“Because this is justice for the majority, because they are the leaders of the democratic camp in the galaxy.
"Organizations like ours that advocate freedom of movement all rely on their funding to survive. Terrorists... yes, we are all terrorists, because what we do is to create panic and massacre civilians, but we are terrorists without a program, without beliefs, only interests. Terrorist organizations with strong national colors generally find it difficult to exist for too long. They will be bound by their respective nationalities, because people all desire to live a peaceful and beautiful life.
“Businessmen like us can actually exist for a long time.
"Can you believe it? We already have our own internal culture. Whenever I stand on the podium and look at those young people who have been brainwashed by lies, I sigh.
"Sometimes I even feel that I am fighting a sacred battle. As for why it is sacred... who cares."
Boss Yang controlled his emotions and continued to inquire: "It can be said that you are an organization outside the New Federal CIA, and you also take private jobs?"
"Yes, we are businessmen at heart, and businessmen are ultimately concerned with efficiency."
"Many members of your organization are Domingos?"
"Yes, sir. It should be said that in this era, most organizations like us have to thank the Domingos Star Massacre or similar tragedies."
The inexplicable old man shook his head gently:
“Only hatred can breed strong warriors. The Domingos have suffered great harm due to the brutal invasion and continuous plundering by the empire.
"We only need to do some moderate packaging, instigation, and beautification, and then carry out collective brainwashing step by step, and we can get a group of loyal soldiers.
"Human bombs and human gas bombs are anti-human acts in themselves, and only people blinded by hatred have the courage and conviction to carry out such plans.
"But, sir, we must ask a question: why do they hate the Empire? It's impossible that the Empire is blameless, but they just hate it, right?
“It’s true that I’m a despicable businessman, but we’ve also provided these poor bastards who hate the Empire with a way to take revenge on the Empire.
"The root of the evil is the Imperial invasion. We just took advantage of this incident."
Yang Ming asked: "Your actions are not limited to the empire?"
“It depends largely on our funders and which regimes they want us to mess with.
"However, generally speaking, we don't take on activities that are more dangerous. Only missions that are 90% sure and don't involve too many casualties among our own people are the most cost-effective options."
"One last question... Can you estimate how many people you killed during the time you were in charge of Free Chauvin?"
"No need to estimate. We have detailed statistics, which show 2,694,729 people, and more than 3 million casualties."
"One more question, where do the various weapons and technologies you use come from?"
"The New Federation gave it to us. The CIA provided us with technical support, and a large part of it was also provided by the black market everywhere. However, some of the cutting-edge things were given to us by them."
"Are there any New Federation agents in your organization?"
"Of course, many of my disciples hold the title of senior agents of the New Federation."
"Call one in."
"Yes sir."
The inexplicable old man turned and walked out the door.
Yang Ming held up the camera and stared at the camera quietly for three seconds at the end of the video. Then he raised his left fist and pointed out his middle finger.
【To that CIA bitch】.
[More interrogation materials will be issued in the future].
…
As this video went viral across the galaxy, the New Federation's CIA and the Empire's military were holding a discussion.
Different from the "passionate confrontation" and "crazy blame-shifting" at the CIA, the atmosphere at the Imperial Military can be said to be quite depressing.
