Chapter 448: Tears of a Ghost
"Boss, they're making a move!"
Lu suddenly jumped out from the side.
Boss Yang, who was doing a pre-war massage, almost tore off the muscle massage robotic arm.
"Just make a move, why did you suddenly jump out like that?"
Yang Ming pulled the only piece of cloth covering his waist in the correct direction.
Lu laughed twice: "I am your companion thinking body, which is equivalent to a part of your brain. Why are you so polite to your brain? Hehe."
Yang Ming: "Oh, no wonder my mom always calls me a pig-brained person."
"Eh? Did Posa say that?"
"I'll take off your screws, believe it or not!"
Yang Ming cursed with gritted teeth, while Lu chuckled beside him.
As long as I win an argument with my boss, the rest of the day will be happy.
"What did they do?"
"Ah, what a stupid move. It can be said that they are following our pace completely."
Lu immediately regained his composure and said quickly:
"According to the initial information I have, they should have taken a series of measures against you. First of all, the military has three main measures at this stage.
"We'll tow a naval base to the vicinity of Sakaar and point the muzzles of our cannons at your head.
"Suppress the elites you trained in the Military Intelligence Bureau, marginalize them in the Military Intelligence Bureau, and transfer them to some marginal departments at the same level, away from the real power system."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Have their salaries and bonuses been affected?"
"No, boss."
"That's good," Yang Ming said, "Send them a message privately, let them take the opportunity to rest for a year, and tell them directly that they will be busy later."
"Yes, Boss," Lu said with a smile, "The third move is that they are going to hold a press conference. It seems that they want to directly use official endorsement to publicly show you, Boss, simulating the ancient god life form to slaughter terrorists."
Boss Yang raised his eyebrows: "See, I said they would take the bait. There's no way they wouldn't use such good material."
"Okay," Lu sighed, "I do tend to overestimate the core decision-makers of the empire. I subconsciously regard Li as an opponent, but in fact, Li has been sleeping recently and has not shown any signs of waking up."
"She said she wanted to borrow me, but now she has borrowed me?"
"We are not sure. We still need to be careful, careful, and cautious! Be cautious, careful, and even more cautious!"
Yang Ming gave a thumbs up and continued to ask: "What about other aspects?"
"Some reporters and political commentators from the official media in the empire have received a secret mission. They want to create panic among the people about the White Phantom after the military press conference. In short, they want to expel you from the human race."
"Uh," Boss Yang had a few black lines on his forehead.
Lu smiled and said:
“In addition, the Tentacle Organization, which is ostensibly directly controlled by the Emperor, is also preparing to make a report to His Majesty the Emperor on the current dangers posed by the White Ghost.
“The propaganda departments at all levels of the empire have also received orders to ensure that grassroots officers do not blindly worship the White Ghost.
"They will then modify the historical records of the Great Insect Tide, portraying the results of the battle as a victory gained through the sacrifices of the Empire's soldiers, rather than the protection of the low-dimensional world by the warriors of the high-dimensional civilization."
"I like this one," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Personal worship is unacceptable."
"These are basically their moves. What is certain is that they will next 'de-ghost' the power institutions and conduct propaganda and public opinion exaggeration and confrontation."
Lu hummed a few words:
"Boss, shall we still go at our own pace?"
"Of course you have to go at your own pace."
Yang Ming said:
"They do their thing and we do our thing. There is no need to respond to such a painless trick. Let them blacken the public opinion as much as they want. You should always collect information about their black and white ghosts and prepare for subsequent counterattacks.
"Actually, taking advantage of this confrontation, I also want to do some fan purification."
"Fan purification? Boss, this is not a compliment."
"Yeah, White Ghost fan."
Yang Ming squinted and smiled:
"I have too many fans now, especially in the Empire. It's actually not convenient for us to carry out our next plan.
"As long as the majority of the people have a favorable impression of me and trust me, that is enough.
"When they used the footage of me slaughtering terrorists to build momentum, we helped them push it forward by showing the footage of the terrorist base being razed to the ground by shaped charge bombs, and then led the trend by saying things like 'terrorists are also human beings' and 'why do we have to slaughter terrorists directly'.
"Fans who can accept my way of dealing with terrorists are often radical individuals with a fighting spirit. How saintly can those who believe that 'terrorists also need to be treated equally' be? Is it possible to expect them to stand up and resist the exploitation of imperial hegemony?"
Lu hummed a few times: "Everything cannot be generalized. Most people are Internet saints. When their own interests are involved, they will naturally resist. I still don't recommend that you screen your fans. After all, the reason we have such a great influence today is because of the inclusiveness of our fans."
Yang Ming: …
" It's a shame ."
"Boss, you make the decision."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you on this matter and follow our original plan."
Boss Yang waved his hand, turned over and lay on the massage chair, letting the robotic arms rub his back muscles.
"I'll relax first. I'll face Catherine soon. I'm afraid it will be another fierce battle."
“Come on!”
Lu made an energetic cheering gesture, and the simulated image disappeared with a whoosh.
Yang Ming hummed comfortably a few times and turned his head to another direction.
"These old guys in the empire are really impatient."
…
"Captain Gris, today's conversation ends here. You can go back and think about it carefully. This concerns your future and the future of your team members."
"Captain Gris, we must explain one thing to you. Cyborgs still have no chance of improving their political status in the Empire. However, there is a judgment curve for whether a cyborg is generally defined as a cyborg. As long as you make appropriate changes to the description on your profile, you may actually be able to move up."
"I know you are a fan of White Ghost, but you are also the respected Captain Gris in Skywrath Fortress. You should understand how much resources the Empire has spent to train you. We still hope that you can stand firmly on the Empire's side and think about the problem."
"The White Ghost has now become a problem for us. The existential threat and political oppression it brings forces us to do some countermeasures in advance."
"We are certainly not targeting the Grand Duke of the Empire, but... you know, his influence is too great."
Gris wiped his face vigorously.
He sat slumped in the shower and turned on the simulated climate function, letting the water droplets fall on his face like raindrops.
In the past two days, he has been called in for talks by the senior leaders of the fortress garrison four times in a row.
Gris was a little confused about what the White Ghost had done to the empire.
The current situation is that White Ghost helped the Empire defeat the terrifying insect swarm, and then the Empire's top leaders, fearing White Ghost's appeal to the people of the Empire, began to do some premeditated and prepared smear work and tried to pull White Ghost off the altar.
politics.
This is what they call bullshit politics!
Gris clenched his fists.
But he didn't know why he was so angry. In fact, besides being angry, he would also wonder what he, the "security captain", had done to make the organization so worried and keep coming to talk to him.
Gris wanted to send a message to Hanton to remind him of this matter;
But Gris immediately thought of Hanton's terrifying intelligence capabilities that were almost comparable to those of a powerful country's intelligence department, as well as the mysterious 'White Ghost Galaxy Fan Club' he was in...
Overthinking.
They want to bring down White Ghost with just this method, but they are obviously overthinking.
But this behavior of the imperial officials still made Gris feel very disgusted.
Disgusting and vile.
Bang bang bang!
There was a deafening knocking sound outside the door.
As soon as Grace heard the force of the knocking on the alloy door, he knew which reckless person it was, so he slowly dried his body, put on a bathrobe, combed his not-so-flowing medium-length hair with his fingers, and slowly opened the alloy door.
A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes raised the projection device in his hand and shouted to Gris, "Captain, look! The latest news about the White Ghost!"
Grace curled his lips slightly, then straightened his face and said seriously, "I've told you so many times that you are an elite soldier in the secret forces of the empire. You should be calm and stable in everything. Don't make a fuss for no reason. If this gets out, people will think you are frivolous and impetuous... What's the news?"
"look!"
The young man pressed the switch of the projection device, and a piece of news popped up.
The huge words hit Grace's forehead directly:
[A battle of generations! Love, hate, and vengeance! White Ghost officially confronts the super-modified traitor Catherine! The fierce battle lasts for three minutes! ]
Grace was stunned at first, then he chuckled.
"Only three minutes? Is your endurance so low?"
He muttered to himself, then clicked on the video under the news title and saw a real battle with multiple cameras, full angles, and full of details.
“Come in and see!”
Grace pulled his team member into the room, snatched the projector from the team member, and adjusted it to the first frame.
This picture is quite interesting.
The background is a starry sky, and then rows of text are sliding upwards quickly.
[After White Ghost obtained a list of terrorists on Domingos, he began to pursue the terrorists who had been disrupting the empire for a long time. The Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau and the Imperial Border Guard joined forces to deal a heavy blow to the terrorist organization in a short period of time. Catherine, the defected war god who was active in the Imperial Border Resistance Organization, tried to rescue a member of a terrorist organization in order to expand the power of the Imperial Resistance Army she led. White Ghost found her trace and drove his ancient technology warship to block her on her way back home. A fateful battle began...]
Then, a close-up shot appeared on the screen.
The white ghost wearing the iconic exoskeleton armor stood at the bow of the ancient technological ship, staring at the rising transport ship below.
On the outer layer of the transport ship, Catherine, wearing a red exoskeleton armor and a new type of space suit, looked at the white ghost Hanton from afar.
The main guns of the ancient technological warship under the white ghost have begun to charge;
The transport ship under the feet of the defecting female war god was accelerating desperately, trying to change direction.
"Katherine."
The white ghost's cry came through the picture.
A note appeared on the side:
[This video has been adjusted, edited and rendered to ensure 100% authenticity. The audio is a radio communication conversation between the two parties on the public channel. ]
"Come back with me," the white ghost said in a deep voice.
Catherine's voice was calm and somewhat helpless: "I can't go back to Hamton."
"Why?"
The White Ghost's voice was slightly trembling and tense, which is a common phenomenon when a person's emotions are fluctuating.
“Catherine, we had a wonderful time on Yaha Star. It was you who introduced me to the Super Kaiji Organization when I was playing Hui Saka.
"You told me at the time that although there are many bad things in the empire, the hundreds of billions of people here need protectors. They need people to save them from the wanton nobles and vicious capitalists. When they need someone to speak for justice, we can stand up.
"I did that, but what about you? You left me without even saying a word and betrayed the empire.
"You have been bewitched by the New Federation, right?
"Can you come back? I can exchange everything I have for the Empire's pardon for you."
Catherine said calmly: "Grand Duke of Hamton, please don't be so naive, and you have to consider the feelings of Her Highness Daphne. We are just former lovers."
"Catherine, now you are the one who betrayed the empire, betrayed me, and betrayed the beliefs you led me to establish! This is not a childish issue like personal feelings!"
"Hanton, let me leave. I don't want to fight with you."
"What the hell is wrong with you! Didn't they say that all the super-changers were branded with a mental stamp?!"
"Hanton," the giant knife in Catherine's hand began to vibrate at high speed: "Don't stop me!"
"You must give me an explanation today!"
The flying backpack behind Catherine suddenly spewed out a strong tail flame, she let out a shout, and the power of a top-level super-modifier burst .
Yang Ming clenched his fists tightly, pulled down the lightsaber hanging on his waist, held it with both hands, and the lightsaber popped out. His figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, and he charged towards Catherine head-on!
Gris' eyelids twitched.
The two empires' strongest warriors engaged in a fierce duel with the arc light of the planet's atmosphere as the background, and the deep space and blue-white stars in the distance as the composition.
The experienced Gris could tell the strengths and weaknesses of both sides at a glance.
The White Ghost was showing mercy everywhere, and Catherine had done her best to launch the offensive.
The saber kept drawing sharp arcs;
When the lightsaber was closest to Catherine, it only cut off a strand of her golden hair.
Catherine, who was wearing a flying backpack, was completely suppressed by the white ghost flying in the flesh in terms of maneuverability, but Catherine's saber could always burst out with powerful force, and occasionally even cut the red light film around the white ghost, causing violent fluctuations.
This shocked Grace greatly.
He knew clearly how powerful the White Ghost was, which was why he was shocked by the fighting power displayed by Catherine at this moment.
During the fierce battle, the conversation between the two once again attracted Gris' attention.
"Catherine, come back with me!"
"Hanton, I have already embarked on this path, there is no reason to turn back!"
"Catherine! It was you who kept telling me not to betray the empire and that only by becoming a part of it could I protect the people of the empire. But now you are standing against us!"
“This country is hopeless!”
Catherine's voice trembled a little:
"They are just constantly oppressing the people! They use regions to divide the world, use the Imperial Star to exploit the Imperial Star Circle, and the Imperial Star Circle exploits the outer planets , so that resources are highly concentrated near the Imperial Star!
"This is just to satisfy their wishful thinking. They want their individual dimensions to rise!
"Hanton! We super-changers are all embryonic cultures, used as sacrifices for dimensional upgrading experiments. Before we reach the pinnacle of our own power, we are helping the empire do some dirty things!
"You don't understand anything at all!"
White Ghost yelled, "I don't understand! We agreed to change the empire together!"
"You can't change this empire! They can lift you up, or they can push you down at any time, because the empire is constantly plundering other countries to ensure the high welfare of the people. It is impossible for people who are intoxicated with dreams to resist the oppression of the empire!"
"The Empire isn't as bad as you think."
"Then go to the fringe planets and take a look! Go to those slave planets and take a look! Go to the manors of the nobles and capitalists and take a look! Darkness, depravity, and evil are happening every day!"
"Katherine, we can change it if we just do it..."
"You know Hanton! You know!"
"Katherine!"
"The emperor is just a puppet. The Sherman family behind him are the real criminals who sucked the blood of hundreds of billions of people!"
"That's enough Katherine!"
"Daphne is the rope they use to tie you up!"
"Katherine!"
"Seeking survival through gentleness is just a futile effort. Compromise and cooperation will only lead to a dead end! Fight! We must resist! We must let them know that everyone deserves respect!"
Buzz——
Catherine's giant knife slammed into the red light film on Yang Ming's chest, and Yang Ming was knocked flying backwards.
During this gap, the transport ship had already turned around, flew out of the outer atmosphere, and sped towards deep space.
Catherine turned her head to look at Yang Ming, and the flying backpack pushed forward at full speed, carrying her towards the transport ship.
She took off her helmet, leaving only the transparent space suit covering her beautiful face, and looked at Yang Ming with a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes.
"I love you, Hamton, but I can't give up my ideals because of personal feelings."
"My ideological stamp still exists. I am loyal to the empire, but Hanton, an empire without an emperor, without nobles, and without fierce class oppression is worthy of my loyalty."
“Freedom and democracy should come to this ancient country that has existed for tens of thousands of years. Everyone should have the right to survive equally, rather than contributing 90% of their labor output to the exploiting class.”
"My power is limited, Hanton, but even if it burns me, I should still light this flame... You are my idol, you can do more, wake up quickly, Hanton, they will not protect your home planet, when you leave this world to explore higher dimensions, the fate that awaits your home planet is infinite slavery..."
In space.
Yang Ming lay there quietly, influenced and pulled by the gravity of the planet.
The Dongfeng did not fire a single shot from beginning to end.
The last frame of the video was frozen behind Yang Ming's helmet, and a tear could be faintly seen falling from the corner of his eye.
Tears of a ghost.
…
The "Glimmer" project has advanced by 20 percent.
The Challenger program advances by ten percent.
