Haven't all my bosses been annihilated by anti-matter bombs?
Yang Ming saw three men and women wearing Sherman Empire uniforms in the somewhat dark reception room.
During the three days he was locked up in the dark room, Yang Ming was not idle. He gained a lot of common sense through Hanton's memory and the books he had at his disposal.
For example, among the three imperial soldiers in front of him, Yang Ming recognized their military ranks at a glance.
The middle-aged man in the middle is a lieutenant colonel and should be the main leader among the three.
The young woman on the left is a lieutenant, holding a notebook-like network terminal and responsible for writing notes.
The major on the far right has little presence, he should be a deputy or something.
"Hello, Captain Hanton," the lieutenant colonel spoke first, extending his right hand.
Yang Ming performed a military salute of shaking his fist, and then gently shook hands with the opponent.
"Please take a seat, Hanton."
The lieutenant colonel signaled, and the prison guard politely left the reception room.
The female lieutenant took out an oval-shaped instrument and pressed the button a few times. A light blue plasma light curtain enveloped the four of them, blocking out external eavesdropping.
Such an excellent sense of technology.
The lieutenant colonel said in a deep voice: "Hanton, we are a little late. I hope you don't mind. The military decided to let you bear this infamy after careful consideration. You performed very well in the interrogation meeting."
"Sir, these are what I should do."
"You may suffer some grievances next," the lieutenant colonel said, "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a staff member of MI12. You don't need to know my name. I am a technical officer on the surface."
"Okay sir."
Yang Ming nodded in response: "Does the empire need me to do anything?"
His acting skills are simply impeccable.
"Yes Hanton," the lieutenant colonel said with a serious face, "You can't plead guilty. That will cause an unprecedented blow to the empire's reputation. We must publicly deny the existence of Professor Kilgrove and the Valkyrie Project, or in other words, they will
Never existed."
Yang Ming nodded to express his understanding.
"Hanton, you don't have to worry. No matter what verdict the Interstellar Court makes, we will get you back within two to three years. You will become a hero - although you cannot appear in public, you and your family will get the honor of a hero family.
treatment."
Yang Ming let his eyes be filled with yearning, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart.
The meeting lasted about five minutes.
The lieutenant colonel of the empire gave him some encouragement and advice, basically to make Yang Ming deny the God of War plan in court.
This should be part of Sherman's empire's interstellar public opinion war, otherwise the Empire's MI12 would not have come looking for his abandoned son.
As for whether anyone will pay attention to this poor Hanton after the next court session...
Yang Ming has no illusions about this.
It's better to think about how to jailbreak, which is at least more reliable.
Every three days, the prisoners will have a chance to have a collective break. They go to the top deck garden in turns according to the floor. The collective break on the fifth floor is from 3 to 5 p.m.
Yang Ming planned to use today's outing to carefully observe the structure of the entire prison and establish an escape plan as soon as possible.
Leaving the prison is actually not that difficult. How to get a spaceship that can jump and how to pilot it are Yang Ming's biggest difficulties.
But after lunch, something unexpected happened to Yang Ming...
"No. 0639, Hanton."
Inspector Gulipa, who was holding the square piece of glass, frowned and looked at Hanton.
There was a bit of confusion in the warden's eyes, but he still read the information he had just received.
"Reception room No. 10, your boss is waiting for you again."
uh-huh?
Did those three people forget to tell them something, so they rushed back?
Isn't the rule of this prison that you can only visit once a week?
That's right, the rules of this interstellar organization are designed to be trampled on by those powerful political bodies.
Yang Ming arrived at the door of the reception room under the escort of guards. He was stunned as soon as he opened the door.
There are still two men and one woman wearing imperial military uniforms, and they are still equipped with the military ranks of lieutenant colonel, major, and lieutenant.
But these are not the three people who came before lunch.
what's the situation?
Yang Ming tried his best to suppress the doubts in his heart. He still gave the military salute, shook hands, and took his seat. The other party took out a square instrument and opened a pink mask.
"Captain Hanton," the lieutenant colonel said, "I am a staff member of MI12. You don't need to know my name. This is our discipline."
"Sir," Yang Ming decided to remain calm, "is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Yes, Captain," the Lieutenant Colonel sighed, "The current public opinion situation is very unfavorable to us. I'm sorry to keep you waiting here for so long. We will rescue you as soon as possible."
Yang Ming showed a grateful expression.
The lieutenant colonel pondered for a few times and said slowly:
"As you know, Hanton, every country is actually conducting genetic fusion experiments. Although Kilgrove is a bit radical, he is still a scholar we respect.
"We invested a lot of money in the Martial God project, but what we got now are just some wreckage that can no longer be broken into pieces."
Yang Ming asked: "Is there no remote backup of the experimental content?"
"Unfortunately, no," the lieutenant colonel said. "Although this is a simple mistake, Professor Kilgrove has been unwilling to share his research results with other departments and refused to back them up."
Yang Ming almost cheered.
Yang Ming said solemnly: "I did not directly participate in the experiment, and I do not have any information about the experiment. I am the third technical deputy responsible for repairing the fire pipes... You should know this."
The lieutenant colonel suddenly looked disappointed.
The lieutenant colonel quickly cheered up, became concerned about Yang Ming's life here, and promised to take him back to the empire as soon as possible.
Yang Ming asked about his "companions", and the lieutenant colonel answered very fluently, accurately naming several administrative stars where researchers were placed for recuperation.
The meeting lasted about six minutes.
After Yang Ming returned to his cell, one question after another couldn't help but pop up in his heart.
Two groups of MI12 officials?
what's the situation?
One true and one false? Or maybe both are false?
It was a bit messy, and Yang Ming felt that he needed to straighten it out seriously.
"What's wrong Hanton?"
The old roommate asked cautiously: "It seems that you have encountered some trouble. You have been restless recently."
Yang Ming sighed: "Maybe it's because I've been locked up for a long time and I feel a little uncomfortable. I obviously didn't make any mistakes."
"Yes, Hanton, we didn't make any mistakes, it was the world that made the mistake," the old man said with a smile.
Yang Ming nodded in agreement, and roommate A also lost interest in talking.
About two hours later, the familiar footsteps appeared again.
Again?
Yang Ming frowned and looked outside the cell. The warden was walking towards him with a square glass. This kind of square glass is an Internet access terminal similar to a mobile phone.
"No. 0639, Hanton."
Warden Gulipa's voice was hesitant. He looked at Hanton and carefully checked the information received on his terminal.
The supervisor's mentality has undergone some changes.
"Reception Room No. 11, your superiors...how many bosses do you have?"
Yang Ming shrugged: "I also want to know."
…
Yang Ming never thought that the third wave of 'bosses' he met would include people he was familiar with.
Doctor Lina.
She put on a white shirt and a dark green professional skirt, her long blond hair was tied behind her head, her slender figure had an amazing curve, and she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman.
Yang Ming glanced at the other man and woman, the lieutenant colonel in the middle and the female captain on the other side, giving Yang Ming a sense of déjà vu, ‘These are imperial soldiers’.
The female captain took out a hexagonal instrument, opened the light golden shielding curtain, and wrapped the four people inside.
"Hanton, are you okay?" Dr. Lina asked softly, with some concealed concern in her eyes.
"Not bad," Yang Ming responded with a smile.
"Hello Hanton, I am a staff member of MI12," the lieutenant colonel in the middle stood up and shook hands with Yang Ming, "Sorry, I can't come to see you now. We need to deal with a lot of formalities."
Yang Ming nodded slightly and exhaled softly.
"You are the third batch," he said, "the third batch of officials from MI12."
The three of them looked shocked.
The lieutenant colonel frowned and said: "In front of us should be the intelligence personnel of the New Federation and the United States of Free America. Damn it, they are one step ahead of us."
Doctor Lina hurriedly asked: "Did you tell them anything?"
Yang Ming shook his head: "I'm just the third mate on the ship, responsible for repairing the fire pipes, isn't that right, doctor?"
"Yes, that's it," Lina's mouth curved in a charming way, "Fortunately, Hanton, you are cautious enough. They probably want to get the research results of the scientific research ship."
Yang Ming said: "They were all annihilated in the antimatter bomb."
The lieutenant colonel said slowly: "Don't worry, Hanton, we will take you back as soon as possible. I know you are a loyal soldier, and the empire will not forget your merits."
"Thank you," Yang Ming said with a sincere expression.
Lina took out a medicine bottle from the bag beside her and pushed it into Yang Ming's hand.
She said: "This bottle of medicine has been reviewed by the prison. You can keep it with you at any time. Take one pill every three days or if you feel unwell. It can relieve your depression symptoms."
"Oh, thank you so much doctor."
Yang Ming grabbed the medicine bottle tightly and stared at Lina.
"We'll get you out of here as soon as possible, Hanton."
Dr. Lina said this before leaving.
The corners of Yang Ming's eyes were slightly moist, and he nodded in agreement, put on handcuffs on the hand holding the medicine bottle, and followed the guard back to his cell.
When he lay down facing the wall, his expression quickly turned cold.
Yang Ming opened the bottle of medicine and found that there were light yellow transparent capsules inside.
Is this really a gene-stabilizing drug?
Should I trust Lina?
Three waves of officials from the Imperial Military Intelligence Division 12...
Which wave is the real visitor to the Sherman Empire? Who should I believe?
Yang Ming tried to pull himself away and sorted out the information quietly.
Soon, Yang Ming probably made a decision in his heart.
Through reasoning, he had determined that Lina would not harm him for the time being, so he took out a capsule and swallowed it, and then carried the medicine bottle close to his body.
Yang Ming was keenly aware that his body had become more docile and the crisis of losing control was temporarily lifted. This also proved that his reasoning was at least partly correct.
The guard's whistle sounded outside the door.
The outdoor exercise, which is held every three days, has officially begun.