Chapter 61: The Man Who Carried the Torch
Ho——
The vibration sound of the hard straw sucking in air echoed in the magnificent palace restaurant.
Yang Ming let out a low sigh, sat on the chair, patted his insatiable belly, and savored the delicious food he had just eaten.
The delicacy of the palace is the kind that may taste a little strange at first, but when you get used to the taste, your taste buds will be able to experience the complex, three-dimensional and layered taste.
As expected of a feudal empire in the age of interstellar navigation, the level of catering here is simply like a steamer on a steamed bun - it's totally unacceptable.
Yang Ming raised his head and looked at the two princes sitting across the long table.
"Aren't you all hungry?" He chuckled and held back a burp.
The second prince's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
The fourth princess Emilia snorted softly: "Royal brother, you shouldn't entertain this rude guy. He can't even say thank you."
"Thank you for the hospitality, Second Prince," Yang Ming blinked gently.
The second prince's blood pressure showed signs of rising sharply.
The female guard at the side asked in a low voice: "Your Highness...are you still throwing it away?"
"It is illegal to drop objects from high altitudes. You must respect the gravity of the planet," the second prince said calmly, "It's just that my waist is injured now, otherwise I would have let this rude guy see my true strength."
"Come on, I'll practice basketball with you for a while," Yang Ming said with a smile, "Don't lie, the gravity of this planet is originally low, about 86% of the standard gravity of the Milky Way. You have such excellent physical fitness, can you really sprain your waist?"
The second prince shrugged, "Indeed, I just... um... you came to me just to play ball?"
"Of course, there are also some topics between men."
Yang Ming blinked.
The second prince thought for a moment and accepted Yang Ming's invitation with a smile.
A few minutes later, the batting cage.
Yang Ming and the second prince stood side by side, each wearing a device similar to a baseball cap and a miniature transparent protective cover on their face.
They waved their curved sticks to knock away the balls shot from the machines in the distance.
Stickball emerged during the years when hoverboards were popular. In addition to improving one's hitting accuracy, one also needs to skillfully control the hoverboard, making the game very entertaining.
"Did you receive the information?" Yang Ming asked casually.
The second prince was stunned.
"That flirtatious uncle agent, Lulian," Yang Ming casually knocked the flying ball away.
He needs to prove his worth to the Second Prince.
This was the purpose of his trip.
Yang Ming said slowly, "Otherwise, how could your men pay special attention to his presence? And how could they obtain the secret conversations of this agent?"
"Oh," the Second Prince turned his head and looked at Yang Ming, "How did you get this information? What is your identity?"
when!
The stick moves and the ball flies.
Yang Ming exhaled and wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead: "Anyway, he is not an agent of the New Federation."
"Yeah?"
The second prince glanced at Emilia who was drinking tea in the rest area in the distance and asked with a smile: "How did you practice your batting skills?"
Obviously, the second prince didn't want to continue this topic.
Yang Ming stopped talking and deliberately said something profound: "Second Prince, what do you rely on to play basketball? Eyes? Arms?"
"Of course, I can't always hit him with my forehead."
"I rely on this," Yang Ming pointed to his heart, "You have to believe in the power of your heart."
"Why does this sound like a religion that deceives people?"
The second prince had a slightly disgusted expression.
Yang Ming picked up the remote control and adjusted his serving machine to random serve and the ball speed to maximum.
Then, in front of the Second Prince, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled gently.
Yang Ming's ears trembled and he lowered his head slightly, as if he was listening to the sound to determine the location.
At the back, the group of guards standing outside the safety net all reached for their waists.
whoosh!
A composite material sphere is flying towards us!
Yang Ming held the stick with both hands, turned it ninety degrees in an instant, and swept it forward with a narrow vertical striking surface, making a whistling sound.
boom!
The sphere exploded directly!
The group of guards immediately pulled out their laser pistols and pointed them at Yang Ming!
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The second prince glared and shouted, then raised his hand and waved it vigorously, and the guards around him put away their laser guns.
There were continuous high-speed balls in front of him. Yang Ming kept the hockey in his hand vertically cutting all the time, and swung the stick with both hands calmly.
A few minutes later.
Yang Ming opened his eyes and looked at the debris on the grass in front of him, and the Second Prince who was trying his best to remain calm but was still somewhat stunned...
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly.
“It’s a power like this.”
"Oh, Yang Ming, what are you doing..."
"A form of practice that relies on meditation," Yang Ming said nonsense in a serious tone, "Humans are a common species in the Milky Way because the first batch of humans had crossed the barrier of the lower dimensions millions of years ago, and most of us are the seeds of fire sown by them."
The second prince murmured: "The latest research shows that this is indeed the case, but this..."
"The human body has great potential, but it has never been developed. People prefer large-caliber ion cannons," Yang Ming shrugged. "Of course, I can't share my practice method with others. This is my privacy."
"Of course, this is your patent, but this is not scientific. At least I don't think it is scientific... Wow, this is too scary."
His Royal Highness the Prince was a little at a loss for words.
"So," Yang Ming walked to the side of the Second Prince, raised his hand and patted the Second Prince's arm, "If you need me to help you kill someone, just tell me. Since I want to serve you, I have to do some dirty work."
After saying this, Yang Ming calmly walked towards the rest area with his hands behind his back.
Just like an unfathomable martial arts master.
The Second Prince followed Yang Ming almost subconsciously, with surprise, shock, and even a little bit of trepidation in his eyes.
The Second Prince had not recovered until Yang Ming had afternoon tea with him and then drove away in the monster hover car.
Something is not right?
The second prince kept thinking.
Until Emilia stayed with him until the evening and left, until his wary old father had a routine phone call with him, until he soaked in shallow constant-temperature distilled water and enjoyed the meticulous and gentle service of his personal maid...
The second prince was startled and suddenly figured out the key to the matter.
Shouldn't he, the prince, be the one to recruit Yang Ming?
Oh my god!
Ever since he heard the words "Grand Duke of the Empire", he had been led by the nose by this guy Yang Ming. Yang Ming was showing off his strength step by step, shocking him and making him lose his composure.
Yang Ming was actively being recruited by him!
"I was forced to sell?"
The second prince muttered something, then turned over and continued to have his back carefully rubbed by the female official.
He had to find a way to take back the initiative.
Otherwise, he will eventually become Yang Ming's puppet.
…
The monster drove slowly on the street.
Yang Ming admired the buildings of mixed styles on both sides of the street and listened to the passionate orchestral music.
Here you can see the steeple-shaped church-like buildings of the Sherman Empire (mostly banks or financial institutions);
You can also see shed-style buildings that represent freedom and openness (usually art galleries, libraries, and commercial plazas between buildings);
Of course, there are even more super-tall buildings that continue to grow and extend towards the sky and underground.
Their shape is often like an earth rocket ready to launch at any time, gradually slimming from the bottom to the middle, and then suddenly widening at the top, with the outer edge of the top inlaid with golden reflective tiles.
Every morning when the mist is faint and the stars just appear on the horizon, when you look out over the city of Yilandu from the main hall of the royal palace, you can see golden palaces in the clouds.
That was also the magnificent scene of Yilandu City, which only existed in the transition scenes of TV programs or in the eyes of the old emperor.
What kind of blow would destroy a city like this?
Yang Ming kept thinking.
A word popped into my mind.
Star Destroyer.
Today's military equipment is developing towards high precision and high energy concentration. Star destroyers, as strategic-level weapons of mass destruction, only exist in a single digit number in the entire Milky Way, and most of them are under perennial maintenance.
The Imperial Dreadnought that Yang Ming saw last time was just the limit of a conventional fleet.
A star destroyer (attacking stars) that has the power to destroy an entire star system with a single shot is a true destructive weapon.
"It would be so cool if I had a Star Destroyer..."
"Boss, the target agent's contact with the representative of the news industry has come to an end. He is rushing to the next target point."
"This guy is really busy."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Didn't you detect what they were talking about?"
"Yes, they entered a secret room without any electronic equipment," Lu said softly, "Based on the data that has been collected and the several subversive actions planned by the new head of the Federal CIA after taking office, I can already predict what they are going to do."
"do what?"
"The torch represents the light that illuminates the darkness, and it is held by humans."
Lu's voice gradually became colder and colder, so cold that it was emotionless:
“They will have an agent who has outstanding abilities, has undergone a certain degree of physical modification, or possesses high-tech reproductive mecha, active in the public eye for a period of time and become the Torch.
"The current Luofeng Empire has already met the conditions for them to implement this plan.
“Several rebellions that broke out in the Luofeng Empire were suppressed by the Legion with iron blood, but most of the soldiers in the army came from poor families.
"The oppressed class is already corrupt and decadent, and the oppressed people are longing for freedom, security, food and rights protection. When a superhero comes out to save them , spreading advanced ideas and attacking the corrupt political system, and the political system is unable to do anything about this superhero, this will produce a torch effect, and the people will rise up."
Yang Ming let out a light click of his tongue.
"The news industry... In other words, the New Federation has actually taken control of the public opinion field of the Luofeng Empire."
"That's the way it looks at the moment."
The law said quickly:
"Next, overthrowing the imperial power will become the will of the people, and when the flames of revolution burn the entire Fallen Wind Empire, it will inevitably alarm the Sherman Empire.
"According to the data model analysis, the Sherman Empire will most likely suppress it with iron blood, and there is a small probability that it will choose to directly destroy this vassal state to warn the other twenty or so vassal states.
"The New Federation will use this opportunity to attack the Sherman Empire, exaggerate the Sherman Empire's hegemony and bellicosity, and unite more countries to join its camp, sucking blood from these countries and plundering their resources cheaply."
"Lü, the latter has nothing to do with us. I know you dislike them, but we can't think too much about them right now."
Yang Ming held the square steering wheel with both hands, thinking carefully.
In his game memory, there was no information about the Luofeng Empire. Yang Ming suspected that the Luofeng Empire would not be able to survive this wave and would be directly disintegrated.
His current strategy progress is very good, and the position of ball carrier is within sight.
But the speed of the strategy seems not enough.
Starting from scratch is really troublesome.
"Even if there are going to be rebels, they must appear at the time I need them," Yang Ming's eyes flashed with a bit of sternness, and he thought of something else, "Send the Torch Project's procedures in other countries to the Second Prince, and just mark it as being from me."
Lu said: "Okay, boss. The royal family should have been alerted. They are now keeping a close eye on Lu Liyan."
"Where is Lulian going?"
"According to the navigation route he set, he is going to...oh," Lu's voice sounded a little hesitant, "He seems to be going to find Gutonmaha's confidant, the owner of a shooting club, who is actually a secret agent planted by Gutonmaha."
"He is going to look for Gutonmaha?" Yang Ming was also a little surprised.
"Not necessarily," Lu hummed a few times, "Should we let Gutonmaha kill him?"
Yang Ming shook his head: "We can't push this old man Gutonmaha too hard. We have to tighten the chain around his neck little by little. Let's monitor him the whole time and let me think about it thoroughly."
"Boss, Gutonmaha has sent a transport ship, probably to pick up Luliang."
Yang Ming suddenly felt a headache.
Although he was not worried that Gutonmaha would lose control, the thought of these two things meeting each other...
Suddenly I really want to watch it.
