Chapter 74: On the Throne
"Strange, why did 026 show up at Windsor's friend's place?"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Ming drove Windsor back to the Chancellor of the Exchequer's residence. When he returned to the palace alone, he still couldn't help thinking about this question.
A former economics professor who lives in public housing.
The old lady was very knowledgeable, elegant in manners and good in conversation. Yang Ming asked the old lady a question he encountered when taking the assessment test in the Omnic Twilight, and her answer inspired Yang Ming.
This is simply an old scholar from the second-level civilization.
Windsor brought Yang Ming over with the intention of asking this close "old" friend to help check things out.
Just some little thoughts of girls.
Yang Ming didn't take it seriously.
On the contrary, Yang Ming was a little concerned that 026 would appear next to the old professor.
This girl's identity was too sensitive. She was once a secret weapon of the military, and now she was only partially free because of Yang Ming's influence.
While Windsor and the old professor were cooking, 026 secretly explained to Yang Ming:
'Kalume arranged a new residence for me, right next door.
'I was fired by Kalmi, and I was fired from that kind of organization. Now I work for Kalmi, so I am just an ordinary worker. There are many of Kalmi's subordinates living here, like a staff dormitory, so I was arranged to come here. It feels good and comfortable. I am also planning to save more money to see if I can bring my parents and brother to live here. They live too close to the rebels.'
Yang Ming looked at her pretty face and didn't see any sign of lying.
'Are you in love with this noble lady?'
When 026 asked this question, his big eyes were full of light.
Chasing the light of gossip.
Yang Ming secretly asked 026 about her recent medication situation. 026 happily told him that she had now extended the interval between medications to fifty galaxies, and the efficacy of the drug had also been reduced to the lowest level.
"This is the most challenging thing for me. I just want to live a few more years and catch up with the average life expectancy of humans in the galaxy."
026 said very seriously.
Yang Ming shook his head, and erased the image of 026's small round face from his mind.
"Law," Yang Ming suddenly said, "re-investigate Kalmi."
"What's wrong with this mama-san, boss?"
Lu's voice sounded in the hidden headphones:
"She is just a sheepdog under Gutonmaha... But since you, boss, have given the order, the hardworking little Lu will of course complete it efficiently! I will investigate everyone around Kalmi!"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's enough for the boss to consider raising the salary. There's no need to say words of consolation every time. This is meaningless," Lu reminded, "Or, install two large processors on the Feinan!"
Yang Ming smiled but said nothing, not daring to respond.
He couldn't afford the main brain processor that Lu liked at this stage.
Whenever the secondary ancient god life forms think of the massive amounts of resources and money needed to develop a planet, they will always silently shed tears of poverty.
The monster hovercraft slowly drove into the sentry post to inspect the pipeline.
Yang Ming rolled down the car window and winked at the female soldiers guarding several scanners. The latter smiled warmly, looked at Yang Ming's ID carefully, and punched in to let him pass.
The dark oval cave in front is the entrance to Base No. 4.
Yang Ming turned on the headlights, followed several hovercrafts, and slowly entered the mountain.
His expression gradually returned to seriousness.
The Moth Project is entering the countdown.
…
The emperor's life was truly luxurious.
It was almost dusk on the star Yilandu, near the fifteenth palace gate.
Yang Ming stood quietly in the aisle beside the palace gate, looking at the murals on the walls and ceiling, and estimating the price per square meter of the natural stone under his feet.
Twenty minutes left on the Moth Project.
The old emperor is resting in his bedroom.
This is the perfect opportunity to act.
At this moment, Yang Ming led fifty well-dressed guards to guard inside and outside the palace gate No. 15. This was also the usual duty time for the guards.
This is the only loophole in the Moth Project.
Yang Ming's duty hours were adjusted by Lu's hacking system. Even if Lu was very careful, this matter itself could easily reveal flaws.
'What should I do when I see the emperor?'
Yang Ming kept thinking.
His purpose was to leave a deep impression in front of the emperor and pave the way for his later promotion.
In this feudal imperial system, as long as the emperor is willing, Yang Ming can become the governor of an administrative planet tomorrow.
'Relax, this is just a puppet emperor of a puppet state.'
Yang Ming muttered secretly.
Several female officials appeared in front, chatting and laughing as they passed by in the corridor. Two of them even looked at Yang Ming twice.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and continued to stand guard meticulously.
Captain?
Just a royal guard.
Yang Ming tried to act as naturally as possible.
He thought of his first impression of Yilanduoxing.
That was in the promotional video for the Starship cabin.
On the pale blue planet, huge cities filled the alluvial plains. Slender skyscrapers that were a thousand meters high protruded into the sky. The tops of the skyscrapers were like golden square palaces, which complemented the royal palaces on the cliffs. Small spaceships and hovercrafts were floating everywhere in the atmosphere.
He thought of the third happiness, the crowded urban area underground.
A teenager on his way to school, a child squatting on the street and playing with toys intently, an adult man in a hurry, a street dancer raising his hand to find the sun...
Yang Ming suddenly understood Edwang's torment.
'But that's none of my business.'
Yang Ming reminded himself secretly.
Countdown three minutes.
Yang Ming roughly estimated the time, resisted the urge to look at his watch, and meticulously performed his task of guarding the palace gate, thinking about the lines he would use next.
"Your Majesty, are you injured? I am Yang Ming from the Fourth Regiment, Fourth Team!"
Uh, is that too crude?
There is no need. Just the first half of the sentence and a little more concern and care in your tone will be enough.
Even if the emperor of a country was a good-for-nothing decades ago, he has now become an old fox and must be able to see through people's hearts.
Yes, I can't act too excessively. It is enough to leave a good first impression on the emperor. The rest of the steps must be completed through the second prince.
To be promoted to higher rank in the Royal Guard, then jump into the military and become a tool for the emperor to regain control of the military power, this is Yang Ming's most ideal development path at present.
Although it is quite difficult to implement.
Countdown...
Beep beep!
The hidden earphones in Yang Ming's ears made a buzzing sound.
Woo——
A red light lit up at the upper left corner of the palace gate, and sirens sounded throughout the entire palace and more than 30 halls!
Let the planning begin!
Yang Ming did not run directly. Instead, he took out a ring-shaped walkie-talkie from his shirt pocket, put it on his little finger, and heard the confusing news coming from it:
"Assassination attempt! Someone is trying to assassinate me!"
"Our network is down! Protect His Majesty!"
"The network firewall in the direction of the bedroom has been breached! All the equipment is malfunctioning! Damn it, the palace gate is open!"
"Let His Majesty leave the palace immediately!"
"No! The palace has the highest defenses, and the palace gates in all directions are open! You don't even know which direction the enemy is in!"
"damn it!"
General Philemon's steady voice sounded: "All irrelevant people remain silent, maids and guards remain where they are. Anyone who moves will be shot. Let all guards who receive my order shout this message immediately!"
Expected response.
Yang Ming immediately raised his head and shouted:
"Everyone, stand still! No one should move! Anyone who moves will be shot immediately! Repeat!"
The guards inside and outside the palace gate No. 15 shouted in turn, and immediately opened the safety pins of their laser guns, locking onto several pale-faced maids not far away.
Yang Ming continued to shout: "Relax! Don't worry! Stand there and don't move! Don't shoot easily!"
The guard on duty of the Fourth Brigade shouted nervously:
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, a loud shout came from the ring intercom:
"Towards Palace Gate No. 7! Radar shows there is an object moving quickly there! It's heading towards His Majesty's bedroom!"
"The soldiers there just eat for free!"
"We can't get in touch with them. We've lost contact with them. Send someone to run and deliver the message! Broadcast it on the loudspeaker! Find a way quickly! Do you want to be prosecuted in the royal court, asshole?"
"That's too late!"
"No, there's still time."
General Felimon's voice sounded again: "All guards who can hear my orders, cancel the frozen state! The target has appeared, at the passage of Palace Gate No. 7! Nearby guards coordinate to block it! All lieutenants and third-level non-commissioned officers, move to the outside of His Majesty's bedroom immediately, and make sure to stop the opponent! Received."
The old general's voice was inevitably a little tense.
In front of the command desk covered with projection screens, Felimon frowned as he looked at the "ocean of blue screen" and felt powerless in his heart.
Most of the surveillance was hacked.
There was no response to the command sent.
Is it the New Federation?
I'm afraid they are the only ones who have this technical means.
Are they going to kill the king outright and thus accomplish their goal of overthrowing the country?
The old general looked at his confidant and whispered, "Notify the Second Prince immediately."
Sudden!
"The Fourth Regiment, the Fourth Squadron received."
Yang Ming's voice appeared on the answering machine.
A blue screen shook slightly, and the scene at Palace Gate No. 15 appeared.
The captain who had been in the limelight recently and the only trusted officer of the Second Prince in the Guards Regiment had already drawn his pistol and set out from Palace Gate No. 15 with six third-level non-commissioned officers, rushing towards the bedroom.
General Philemon was greatly encouraged.
"The Third Battalion of the Fourth Regiment received!"
"Second Regiment Sixth Battalion received!"
"The 1st Regiment, 12th Battalion, received!"
…
The continuous echoes made General Felimon clench his fists: "Hurry up! Protecting His Majesty is your only mission!"
In the only remaining surveillance footage, groups of guards rushed through successive gates.
But before General Philemon could breathe a sigh of relief, "bad news" came from all over.
"The door in front of us was locked and we couldn't get through."
"Command desk, door number 2343 cannot be opened!"
"Calling the control center, our movement is blocked."
In several surveillance videos, the guards were blocked outside the security gates set up inside the palace.
A technician shouted: "The high-speed moving target is approaching the bedroom!"
General Philemon only felt as if a big hand was tightly grasping his heart!
He held his breath and kept searching various video screens. The surveillance screen in the center shook slightly, and there seemed to be signs of recovery.
"The surveillance outside the palace has been restored!"
General Felimon looked up and saw a team of seven figures rushing to the gate and encountering two teams of high-level mechanical guards with guns at the gate.
Yang Ming's voice spread across the command desk: "The Fourth Squadron of the Fourth Regiment has arrived at the target point, and no suspicious targets have been found for the time being. The door to the palace is open, and it is impossible determine the situation inside."
General Felimon hesitated for a moment, then immediately said, "Captain Yang Ming, hand the weapon to someone nearby and go make sure His Majesty is safe!"
The old general turned around and shouted, "Send the command to the mechanical guards. Captain Yang Ming is allowed to temporarily enter His Majesty's bedroom."
"Yes, sir."
Yang Ming handed the pistol to the guard beside him, untied his military belt, raised his hand to adjust his military cap, and walked through the gap between the two mechanical soldiers.
The five-meter-high palace gate had a gap the size of a fist. Yang Ming gently pushed it open, allowing himself to pass through, and then slipped in.
A huge "bedroom" filled with all kinds of rare decorations appeared in front of Yang Ming.
There were five steps in front of him, and Yang Ming quickly stepped up. The small fountains on the left and right made a gurgling sound, and the mirror-like floor reflected the ceiling, which was decorated with a brilliant starry sky.
More than a dozen beautiful maids nervously formed a human wall, blocking Yang Ming's way.
Yang Ming no longer needs to move forward.
The emperor of the Luofeng Empire was sitting on the throne in front. At this moment, one could already see the emperor's old face with age spots and his somewhat cloudy eyes.
Yang Ming immediately saluted, bowed his head, and followed the etiquette of the imperial palace meticulously:
"Lieutenant of the Imperial Guards! Under the orders of the General! Confirm that His Majesty is safe!"
"Well," the old emperor did not show any sign of nervousness.
His face was very similar to that of Edwan, with a tall stature and a broad forehead; he sat barefoot on a throne inlaid with many precious elemental stones, his right hand supporting his cheek, as if he was thinking about something.
"Excuse me, lieutenant.
The old emperor asked: "What's going on outside?"
"yes!"
Yang Ming responded with full energy, slowly raised his head and looked into the old emperor's eyes.
Yang Ming's pupils shrank, and he immediately looked away, saying quickly:
"Your Majesty, an attack alarm has been sounded at Palace Gate No. 7. It seems that all the palace gates have been attacked and lost control. We have determined that someone is trying to assassinate Your Majesty. Now all the troops have quickly come to the gate for support. Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
"Well," the old emperor said calmly, "Go down, my brave lieutenant."
"yes!"
Yang Ming saluted and kept his face tense to avoid revealing any flaws.
When he turned around, Yang Ming immediately closed his eyes and sensed for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he immediately took a step forward, walked down the five steps as if escaping, and slipped out of the palace gate.
he……
What he saw...
The scene just now kept appearing in my mind.
Yang Ming saw in a trance that the row of maids were surrounded by light colors, but the emperor was surrounded by gray.
Advanced bionic robots?
Of course, there is nothing surprising about this. It is normal for the emperor to have a substitute.
But Yang Ming did not sense any hidden organisms in the bedroom, and the entire palace, except for the bedroom, conference hall, and main hall without network, other areas have long been under the surveillance of the law!
Yang Ming tapped his watch with his fingers for half a minute and sent out a message.
"Lil, did you find it?"
"Boss, we haven't detected any external signals related to the emperor... We have determined that it is an independently operating bionic robot, or in other words, a mechanical thinking body."
Yang Ming's Adam's apple moved up and down.
He turned his head to look at the palace gate, as if he could see the magnificent hall through the thick alloy.
A silver-white skeleton sat on the throne, with a faint red light flickering in its dark eye sockets.
