Chapter 85: The Attack of the Feinan
Ding, ding——
The buzzing sound, as if from a few coins spinning in a metal bowl, filled Yang Ming's ears.
He lay prone on the silver-grey floor, his body shaking constantly. The large burns on his back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wisps of steam continued to emanate from the wounds.
The pain was like his skin being torn apart repeatedly, causing Yang Ming to roar continuously.
The fire that appeared at the moment of the anti-mech missile explosion still filled his mind.
Damn!
These bastards!
These New Federation bastards!
Killing him, the second prince's confidant, as a gift to the third prince?
"law!"
Yang Ming gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Master," a faint light flashed at the side, and Lu's simulated holographic projection took shape immediately.
In the corridor, two tracked robots came flying, carrying a first aid kit and a box of drinking water.
Lu's body seemed to have become substantial. He picked up the first aid kit, opened it, took out the sedative, knelt beside Yang Ming, and injected it near the wound on Yang Ming's back.
Yang Ming's roar gradually subsided, leaving only his violent panting.
Lu brought a bag of distilled water so that Yang Ming could replenish his water intake in time.
After an unknown number of hours, the last piece of dark and hard skin on Yang Ming's back fell off, and his back had become smooth and clean again, with the skin even emitting a faint luster.
Two tracked robots with oval heads and trapezoidal bodies slowly retreated.
Lu knelt quietly beside him with his eyes closed, as if he was performing some religious ritual.
The cabin fell silent.
This is the bridge of the Feinan.
The Feinan, transformed by the Patroller, Gravekeeper and Examiner, has lost its innocence and purity as a backup pirate ship. All that can be seen is... technology and ruthlessness.
This 100-meter-class mainless gunboat, which was originally a pincer-shaped ship, has now changed its appearance greatly.
Its overall shape is like a gliding harrier with its wings spread out, and its variable wingspan is about 160 meters wide. Its elegant posture seems to be a mockery of the current aesthetic of human ships in the galaxy by a certain secondary civilization.
Because optical stealth was activated, the Feinan only left an extremely weak distorted light in the dark space.
The bridge is inside the Harrier's head, and an area of more than a hundred square meters is filled with equilateral triangle elements.
A highly centralized control console and a somewhat lonely chair occupy the core position on the front of the bridge.
There is some empty space on the left and right sides of the main control console, where two single-person escape pods are hidden to facilitate the pilot to leave the ship in time.
Extending to the left and right again, precision instruments are evenly arranged, including first aid chambers, nutrition chambers, encrypted communication devices, spacecraft self-monitoring panels, skin hardening instruments... All kinds of instruments that the captain can use are neatly arranged in a semi circle.
The largest one is the particle transmission machine, which occupies almost one-tenth of the volume of the bridge. Its shape is like an inverted pyramid and is placed in the center of the bridge.
——Those three old guys really like this inverted pyramid shape.
At this moment, Yang Ming was lying under the triangular tip of the particle transmission machine, and quickly recovered his strength under Lu's care.
"How long has it been?" Yang Ming asked.
"It's been five hours, boss."
The simulated projection of Lu opened his eyes, and those eyes were calm and deep.
"Boss, you should prioritize your own safety. I am your parasitic mechanical mind. If you die, I will disappear. And we clearly have enough time to escape danger this time."
Yang Ming slowly climbed up and moved his numb back.
"Aren't we still alive? Everything is within my precise calculations. Don't worry."
Yang Ming felt somewhat guilty when he said this.
However, he was also confident that he could withstand an explosion of this magnitude without dying, and so he chose the route that would maximize his profits among all the options.
"There's absolutely no need for us to be so embarrassed," Ritsu insisted.
Yang Ming curled his lips without comment and took off his tattered military uniform.
A tracked robot brought a combat suit, and Yang Ming quickly wrapped himself up. The tight feeling brought by the composite fiber made Yang Ming feel much more at ease.
Lu continued to sulk.
Yang Ming sat back in the captain's chair and quickly activated the two rows of buttons in front of him. A series , and a projection of a beautiful planet appeared next to the main control console.
Yilando Star.
The Feinan was now only half an hour's flight away from the planet Yilanduo.
"Who did it?" Yang Ming asked softly.
Lu floated to Yang Ming's side, her long hair tied into two ponytails fluttering behind her, and her cute little toes always kept a two-millimeter distance from the silver-gray deck.
"Lulian," she answered.
"Damn it," Yang Ming's eyes flashed with a bit of viciousness, "Where is he now?"
"The fifth administrative planet, the city of Luolilan occupied by the rebels, they occupied a commercial building, which contained about 1,200 people from the New Federation, including special forces, instructors who trained the rebels, and a team of special agents."
Yang Ming asked: "Can we bomb them with one shot?"
"The Feinan has no main guns, boss," Lu's voice gradually became lively again, "My three teachers only hope that the Feinan will be your life-saving tool, not a main battleship. They love peace."
"Direct control of the military's warships?"
"The probability that the military has informed this group of people is about 100%. Even if we control a main battleship of the Luofeng Empire, Luliang and others will quickly hide in the air-raid shelter. The difference lies in whether you want to kill Luliang or eliminate this elite force of the New Federation."
"It is impossible for Lulian to implement this plan alone. This new federal agent team is my enemy at this stage."
Yang Ming said calmly:
“Between the two options [Long-term goals] and [Eliminate the enemies in front of us], I prefer the latter.
"I just want to kill them now."
Lu pursed his lips in thought and said quickly, "If the other party is in a sealed environment, the boss's single-soldier combat ability can fully achieve the goal. But they are very cunning and will evacuate directly when they encounter danger."
Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and thought quietly, lines of data about the Luofeng Empire passing before his eyes.
"You're right, we need help blocking them off."
"We can use the power of the Luofeng Empire's royal family."
A number of projection screens popped up in front of Yang Ming's eyes, showing what was happening on the planet Yilandu.
The news was broadcasting the latest news about the seaside explosion, and several special commentators repeatedly shouted that this was an act of terrorism by the New Federation.
Several mainstream television channels have carried analysis of this incident, and the sources of the information are entirely based on speculation.
The media marked the captain Yang Ming as "missing", and several professional actors gave a long analysis of the only wreckage of the monster car - the completely deformed main seat.
This incident has been characterized as an assassination of an elite officer of the Luofeng Empire by New Federation agents.
Yang Ming swept away these meaningless news and found two surveillance angles.
Miss Windsor sat on the bed of the old professor's house in the 'Third Happiness' community. She was curled up in her pajamas, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes. Next to her were the old professor and 026 who kept sighing. Several bodyguards could be seen outside the window.
Lu smiled and said, "Boss, your lover is sad for you."
"Find a way to remind her... Never mind, let's keep it a secret first and compensate her later."
Yang Ming didn't linger for long and looked at the second surveillance camera angle.
It was a warehouse near the palace.
Two rows of guards were guarding the perimeter of the warehouse. Old General Philemon was standing behind the second prince Edwan, leaning on a cane.
Adwang's tall body was leaning on the railing. His expression was not one of sorrow, but gloomy and silent. In silence, he stared at the six-meter-class humanoid mecha in front of him with a bright red paint.
After several dozen seconds, Edwan whispered:
"Now, I have no friends."
General Philemon could only sigh.
Yang Ming turned off the surveillance camera and rubbed his eyebrows.
He couldn't bear to see this.
Yang Ming said: "Lv, I need a battle plan."
Lu raised his hand and tapped lightly, and several projection screens carrying different combat plans appeared in front of Yang Ming, each plan had its own advantages and disadvantages.
Yang Ming thought carefully for a few minutes and chose a route that was more complicated but would maximize the results.
This group of hyenas from the New Federation!
Yang Ming got up and rushed to the weapons bay. The weapons he had purchased on the black market before finally had a chance to be put to use.
Lu suddenly muttered, "Captain, you should express even the slightest apology to me for your previous risky behavior."
Yang Ming paused and turned to look at the virtual girl floating in place.
She crossed her arms and deliberately looked at the starry sky outside the porthole, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
"Sorry, Ritsu."
Yang Ming said seriously: "I will discuss this with you next time. The main reason this time is that we discovered the missile too late..."
Lu turned around and looked at Yang Ming helplessly: "Okay, Lu has forgiven you, but next time please make your own safety your first priority."
"Hmm," Yang Ming shrugged, "You know me, I admit my mistakes and I will do it again next time."
The young girl rolled her eyes in disgust.
…
Is Yang Ming dead?
Gudunmaha could not describe how he spent those five or six hours.
He watched the on-site video, and watched it from more than one angle. No matter from which angle you judge it, Yang Ming was definitely dead.
He couldn't escape even if he had wings.
But Gudunmaha did not feel any pleasure of revenge, instead he fell into anxiety and restlessness.
The things Yang Ming filmed - the accounts that he was asked to read with his bare chest, if they were to be spread out, he, the deputy chief of the general staff, would certainly be decisively abandoned by his partners, and the royal family would also find the right opportunity to launch an attack immediately...
Did Yang Ming really create a post-death feedback mechanism?
Gudunmaha kept thinking and waiting.
As time went by, there was no sign of any news about him, the deputy chief of staff, which gave Gutonmaha a little comfort.
He has now begun to fantasize:
If Yang Ming was killed by Lu Liang just like that, and the video he recorded was lost in the sea, then everything would return to normal, and he would be able to get rid of the shackles around his neck.
Gutonmaha narrowed his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although he couldn't understand why Luliang wanted to get rid of Yang Ming so easily, Gutonmaha now confirmed one thing.
Yang Ming is not a senior agent of the New Federation.
Yang Ming is most likely a senior agent of the Sherman Empire.
No matter what, it's good that Yang Ming is dead. When he dies, I will be free. I can calmly arrange my retirement and leave the Luofeng Empire, a broken ship that is already scarred and may sink at any time, to start a new life...
Click, click, click.
The secret door behind him opened a crack.
Gutonmaha's smile froze on his face.
The Deputy Chief of General Staff nearly slipped off his chair, staring in disbelief at the mechanical guard who walked out of the secret door with his hands behind his back.
His dry lips were trembling.
“You, you…”
"It's time to make a choice, Gurdon."
Yang Ming's voice came through the speaker in the mechanical guard's throat. The laser rifle was also held in one hand by the mechanical guard, with the muzzle against Gutonmaha's forehead.
"I am still Lulian."
