The prisoners walked through the corridors like ants at intervals of two meters, climbed up the stairs that constantly doubled, and under the gaze of semi-automatic weapons and guards, they gradually arrived at the square at the top of the prison.
Yang Ming kept observing everywhere, and the three-dimensional structure of the entire prison was imprinted in his mind like a sandbox.
The view from the top deck is really good.
This should be above the side of Cole Harbor. Outside the prison is the deep starry sky. A semi-solidified transparent cover perfectly covers the top square.
'What should I do if the cover is broken? Wouldn't the person be sucked away by the vacuum?'
Yang Ming thought worriedly.
The M-type dwarf star hangs in the deep starry sky, and its orange-red light is slightly low. This is also a characteristic of this type of star - it does not want to burn itself violently, and only uses a little hydrogen to barely maintain itself as a star.
Decent.
Several mechanical guards stood at the four corners, something Yang Ming rarely saw.
There are three taboos in the Milky Way:
The first natural disaster, alien invasion of civilization;
The second plague, the Zerg that regularly returns to the galaxy to breed;
The third natural disaster, the omnic crisis.
Intelligent machines refer to intelligent machines with fully automated weapon systems. The mechanical body generates human-like consciousness and is separated from the control of human society, completing an automated closed loop in the production, maintenance, design, and development of the intelligent machine itself.
Not just one or two robots that develop self-awareness can be called an omnic crisis.
In the development process of civilization at the current stage of the Milky Way, omnic crises have occurred more than ten times, large and small. The rise and fall of several major empires in the history of the Milky Way are closely linked to the outbreak of the Omnic Crisis.
——What Yang Ming knows is only the background of the "Abyss" game, and there may be some discrepancies with the actual information about this world.
He carefully observed these mechanical guards for a while and found that they were just 'answering machines' that acted according to instructions, which made him feel a little disappointed.
In the corner, several strong men stared at Yang Ming fiercely.
Yang Ming glanced over. These strong men invariably put their legs together, looked away, and whistled a few times.
That's it?
Is this what prison gangs are?
Yang Ming originally thought there would be a big battle between himself and dozens of strong men today, but he didn't expect to defeat them all in one wave.
'Am I becoming more and more violent lately?'
However, it feels really good to feel that my physical strength is still getting stronger.
There was a parasol in the corner, and several strong men in prison uniforms were lined up, blocking Yang Ming's sight. Behind these strong men, there was a lounge chair and smoke rising.
That is?
The special existence in this prison?
Yang Ming walked towards the corner calmly with his hands behind his back, like an officer inspecting work.
The guards were laughing and chatting not far away. They only glanced at Yang Ming and immediately looked away.
Obviously, the guards will not prevent others from approaching this 'special being'.
As Yang Ming, who was wearing a Sherman Empire uniform, approached, the strong men acting as bodyguards were obviously a little nervous. They had heard about Yang Ming's record of one against six without any damage.
A big hand stopped on Yang Ming's chest.
The eyes of the strong man who stopped Yang Ming were full of vigilance, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai Lin doesn't want to be disturbed."
Pailin?
Yang Ming, who had just arrived, had no idea what this name meant.
He wasn't interested in knowing either.
"Really?" Yang Ming smiled, "Then why don't you ask Pailin?"
An old laugh came from behind the strong man: "Let the imperial officer come over, he is such an interesting young man."
This old Pailin has a Mediterranean hairstyle and many wrinkles on his face. Considering that the average life span of humans in the Milky Way is more than 120 galactic years, it is impossible to determine how old Pailin is.
When Yang Ming approached, Mr. Bai Lin was smoking an e-cigarette of unknown ingredients and drinking sparkling soda. He was wearing a loose bathrobe, revealing his luxuriant light-colored chest hair.
"Hello, Imperial officer."
Old Pailin greeted with a smile:
"Excuse me for being rude. I'm old and I'm always too lazy to move."
Yang Ming smiled slightly: "If you are a respected elder, you don't have to be too polite to a young man like me."
"Oh, is it so?"
Pailin's smile became more obvious, and he gestured to the side, and a strong man brought a "plastic" chair and placed it next to Pailin's recliner.
"Please take a seat, young man," Pailin said with a smile, "I just wanted to deal with you, but you are a trouble. I don't need to look at your file. Just looking at you, I know that you must be
A big problem."
Yang Ming secretly reminded himself to maintain the manners of an imperial soldier and sat upright in the plastic chair.
He smiled and said: "To my enemies, I may be a trouble, but to my friends, I must be an honest and reliable partner."
"Hahaha," Pailin suddenly laughed, turning his wrinkled face into a ball of chrysanthemums, "They said you were a cold and ruthless killing machine, a cold killer trained by the empire. I didn't expect you to be so funny, hahahaha."
Yang Ming shrugged, already having a judgment in his mind.
This old Pailin should be the 'Dragon Head' in this prison, the black and white kind.
What can he give himself?
Yes, information.
What Yang Ming needs most now is information.
Yang Ming brought the topic to the right track: "I heard from my roommate that Mr. Pailin is omnipotent in this prison?"
"This is definitely an exaggeration," Pailin said with a smile. "Of course, if you can afford the price, I can find a way to help you get some weird stuff. I have a way to do this, and the guards will also give it to you."
I don’t have any face.”
Yang Ming asked: "Are all commodities measured in currency?"
"No, no, no," Pailin said with a smile, "For these mediocre guys, the currency they had before they came in is their current value, and everything is clearly marked. But you are different...the salary of an imperial officer is not
Many."
Yang Ming showed a smile that represented poverty.
In fact, Hanton still has a lot of savings. - Marrying a female noble is not cheap.
Bai Lin said: "You defeated six of them by yourself, right? But you were unscathed?"
"I have learned a lot of killing skills," Yang Ming said. "If you want me to help you do this kind of thing, then forget it. Teaching others doesn't bring me pleasure."
"Oh, young man, don't worry, doing business here is all about compromise."
Pailin narrowed his eyes and smiled: "First tell me what you want, and then I will give you my price."
"The more detailed the map of Cole Port, the better," Yang Ming whispered.
Pailin's expression suddenly changed. He frowned at Yang Ming and whispered, "This is a bit taboo, young man."
"But you can do it, right?" Yang Ming's eyes became sharp.
"Today, three groups of intelligence specialists from different forces have come to look for you. I know this," Bai Lin stared at Yang Ming. "You just need to wait for your empire to take you back, and there is no need to cause any complications."
"Does Mr. Pailin know which group is sent by my motherland?"
"Please forgive me for being helpless," Pailin smiled bitterly, "I'm just a businessman, and I don't want to cause trouble. This is far beyond my ability."
"So I can't trust them," Yang Ming said. "I must return to the empire in my own way. I can pay any price except betraying the empire and sacrificing myself."
"You are actually aware of this problem. Yes, it is indeed the case. At least two of the three of them have bad intentions towards you."
Bai Lin took a puff of the e-cigarette and sat there in a daze for a while, as if his computer was down.
Bai Lin said: "Although I can't give you a map, I do know that there is someone who can definitely help you. However, I can't share information with you for free. You have to do something for me. This is the rule I have set."
"Time, place, goal."
Yang Ming stood up calmly: "You should be able to tell me this through my roommate."
"Hey, Hanton," Pailin smiled with squinted eyes, "Do you just trust me so much?"
"You will keep your promise," Yang Ming said very firmly, winking at Pailin with his right eye before leaving.
Old Pailin did not read any sexual implications in this blink of an eye.
He read the young man's confidence and his undisguised threat.
'Young people today are so rude.'
Old Pailin shook his head and sighed, and continued to puff at the starry sky.
An hour and a half later, the release of the group of prisoners that Yang Ming was in ended, and Lao Pailin could still continue to enjoy his leisurely afternoon here, until two meticulous guards appeared on the side of Lao Pailin.
"The supervisor wants to see you, Mr. Bai Lin."
…
Of course Yang Ming didn't know who the person Bai Lin was talking about was, but he was willing to give it a limited try.
Yang Ming waited in his cell for two days. The obese roommate suddenly came over and nervously whispered in Yang Ming's ear for the middle of the night, the number of the cell on the same floor, and an arm.
Yang Ming nodded to show that he understood.
When the time came, a yawning guard passed by and casually swiped a card on the electronic lock of Yang Ming's cell. The electronic lock opened with a click.
After the guard left, Yang Ming turned over and slipped out, entering the cell that also opened the door not far away.
Several muffled groans sounded, and Yang Ming walked out within half a minute of entering. He walked close to the wall with his head down, quickly returned to his cell, and found a place to lie down.
Click, and the electronic lock closes by itself.
Half an hour later, continuous screams came from the cell, a large number of guards rushed over, and the fifth floor became lively again.
The arm with crushed bones became a common topic in Cole Harbor Prison the next day.
The next day, Yang Ming ate a note in his breakfast.