The sound of Lu's announcement echoed in Yang Ming's ears.
"The entrance to the opponent's base has been determined and the camouflage building has been locked."
"The tail cabin stealth boat is ready."
"Boss, the assault plan has not been completed yet. We cannot enter the base without alerting the other party."
"When making plans, add mind control skills."
Yang Ming's voice was a little cold.
Law in the thinking space was stunned for a moment.
She naturally knew that Yang Ming was very averse to using mind control to control ordinary people, and rarely used this ability.
But this time, Yang Ming has flexibly removed this bottom line, which shows that...the boss does not want to have any reservations about this CIA training base for advanced agents. She worked hard to track down hundreds of new federal agents to find it.
This base will soon receive the cordial greetings of the white ghost.
"Yes, boss, we are resetting the assault plan...the plan is confirmed."
"Transfer the command to you, I will take charge."
"Understood, please go to the tail cabin and enter the adsorption mini assault craft. A merchant ship will pass through the target airspace in half an hour. That is our only chance to bypass the opponent's planetary defense system and get close to the surface."
Yang Ming took a deep breath.
In order to facilitate the disguise, he did not wear the conspicuous white ghost suit, but changed into ordinary clothes, put on a peaked cap, and used special equipment to smear a layer of camouflage projection on his face.
"Lu, pay attention to their escape route. If a spaceship rushes out, use the main gun to destroy it."
"yes."
Yang Ming lowered his head and got into the assault craft, which was only about one person tall. He curled up into a ball to fit into the narrow cockpit.
Half an hour later, an ordinary merchant ship completed the jump and slowly sailed towards this beautiful agricultural star.
The assault begins.
The narrow assault boat slid silently into the deep space.
…
Charlie Guzman sat quietly in a comfortable and spacious suspended leather chair, observing the scenery inside and outside the base as his fingers slid.
He is the senior inspector of this Y02 training base, which can barely be regarded as a regular third-in-command position.
For Charlie, this is the perfect job.
There is no need for him to fly around the galaxy to perform various arduous and dangerous tasks like his agents of the same period who have mostly ‘disappeared’;
There is no need to flatter your superiors or engage in office politics.
He only needs to keep an eye on every corner of the base here every day, and occasionally serve as a 'values lecturer' to instill a little dark concept into those energetic young people, and then he can realize his important value within the organization.
Charlie likes this class the best.
He liked to see the light in those young people's eyes gradually shattering, and the confident smiles on their lips turning bitter, but he had to admit the fact that they were about to become the government's killing machines.
He would start these sessions with the same opening line every time:
"You must already know what kind of fate you are about to face. The fact that you are sitting here means that you have personally terminated the lives of one or more human beings.
"Everyone, from now on, I hope you will give up your naive and weak personal moral values and obey the will of the country and nation.
"You will get dirty at the base. One of the courses you will take next is the experience of depraved desire. Both men and women will have it. You must give up the so-called shame, compassion, popular emotions, and the cowardice in your bones. You just
Sixty to seventy percent of people will be able to complete the two-and-a-half-year course and walk out of this base.
"What? You're surprised, aren't you? You think this great democratic country of ours has such a dark side.
"In fact, if a political system wants to develop stably, it must do whatever it takes. The glamorous appearance is important, but the core strength inside must also be sufficient. And we are the sharp knife of democracy, hiding in the shadows, piercing those who are truly evil.
country to maintain the superior life of our citizens.
"The privileged class of the empire is the nobility, and here, you who can survive in the future are the real privileged class."
Charlie was very satisfied with this customary monologue.
Because the information inside is his most sincere warning.
Most of the agents sent to this base are not voluntary.
The CIA will use the name of selecting special forces, provide them with high welfare packages, trick them into coming here, and maintain a balanced ratio between men and women.
Here, they will learn various professional knowledge, how to use various weapons, and how to fly small aircraft. There will also be a series of interesting elective courses, such as poisoning, seduction, war psychology, and how to control the flow of intelligence.
Line, etc.
Charlie glanced at the clock, picked up the coffee cup with his orchid fingers, and took a sip.
An operator from the inspection room nearby smiled and asked: "Boss, is it almost time? Hehe."
"Stop your vulgar look, what are you talking about? It's not elegant at all."
"Today is a good day, boss. We haven't seen the world before."
Charlie snorted, and then used his fingers, which were a little too fat recently, to gently slide over the semicircular touch switch on the armrest of the chair, as if touching the smooth skin of his lover.
A picture appeared on the front projection screen.
More than a dozen naked young female agents were being hung upside down and undergoing anti-interrogation training.
The white body looked like white strips hanging upside down, which made Charlie feel a little nauseous after seeing this kind of scene too many times.
But these wretched guys around me have already started discussing happily.
Charlie scolded: "You bastards, don't do disgusting things here! If you really have the ability, go pick up a few mistresses!"
"Hey, aren't you afraid of being targeted by them as a graduate assassination target?"
"Boss, we are not you. Our salary is too low to support these little bitches."
"These high-level talents we have trained can mobilize various resources in every corner of the galaxy. They don't look down on us at all."
"It's good to be self-aware," Charlie said calmly, keeping the projection in front of him, and continued to slide the buttons in his hand as usual, browsing several important areas.
In fact, he prefers to watch the scenes of the male students training next door. Those strong muscles, smooth body lines, and the physical capital to conquer the rich women in the galaxy in the future are so charming.
Of course, Charlie couldn't let anyone know about his hobby.
He is the inspector, the third-in-command of the base.
The lowest level, where felons are imprisoned and these agents practice their killing skills, is the most important observation area.
Because the prisoners there have taken too many genetic drugs, each one of them is like a wild animal. If a few escape, they will cause a small commotion.
Secondly, the area that needs to be watched most is the experimental cabin group of the training base.
Various types of drugs are stored there, including but not limited to various types of poisons, and there is even a kind of 'zombie' poison gas that can induce genetic mutations in ordinary people and make people lose their rationality.
That thing had caused small-scale riots before. A city was infected with poisonous gas and turned into a zombie army, and then... nothing happened after that.
Charlie had seen the video of that incident. Millions of out-of-control crowds were wiped out by dozens of attack airships, and all were killed or injured within a few hours.
Since then, Charlie has not had the slightest interest in the so-called "Zombie Rising" movies. Those guys don't understand the extent to which the weapon system of the interstellar era has developed...
"Um?"
Charlie suddenly frowned, and the picture that just slipped through returned again.
"What's going on at the surface sentry? Which team is on duty today? Why is there no one in the bar! Hey! You guys! Are you all filled with dirty maggots in your heads!"
Charlie turned off the big screen at the front, and the images of the female agents disappeared instantly.
"Boss! Why are you closed?"
Charlie yelled: "Go back to your post! Where are the sentries on the ground!"
More than a dozen people were stunned for a moment, each looked at the monitoring position they were responsible for, immediately put away their playful smiles, and rushed back to their seats.
They called up real-time images of the ground sentry and the base's only entrance and exit - the large elevator.
Eight men and women dressed as bartenders and waiters were standing in the downward elevator at the same time, chatting and laughing with the people around them. They seemed to have no problem.
"Boss! They are in the passage! There seems to be a problem at the handover post!"
Charlie pressed a few buttons, and his voice appeared in the elevator: "Why did you leave the guard post without permission?"
A middle-aged man immediately said: "Oh, it's Inspector Charlie, our duty time has ended."
"It's four o'clock in the afternoon on this planet, and your duty time is until seven o'clock in the evening! Are you telling me that the current duty time is over?" Charlie scolded, "Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my watch?
?”
"But the news we just received is that the duty is over... Look."
The man raised the network access terminal in his hand.
There are vague writing on it.
Charlie frowned and stared for a few times, and then cursed: "Don't worry about this for now! The outer sentry cannot be short of people! Go back to me now!"
"Okay, Inspector Charlie, there may be a problem with the system."
The middle-aged man shrugged helplessly:
"Don't worry, there won't be any accidents. When we came down, we even locked the door of the bar.
"Who would have thought that the entrance to our training base is under a bar and wine cellar?
"We will reach the bottom soon. When the elevator reaches the bottom, we will go up immediately. This will not delay for a few minutes."
Charlie Guzman was keenly aware that something was wrong.
The others were all lowering their heads, still joking, as if they... didn't care about his reprimand as the inspector.
Charlie looked up at the surface surveillance. Being cautious by nature, he clicked the rarely used back button and returned the screen to a few minutes ago. He saw these guys closing the bar door and walking towards
wine cellar.
No, we have to move forward.
Charlie slid the back button again and retreated to the position marked by the system as 'Guest'.
A man wearing a peaked cap walked into the bar with his head lowered and walked straight to the bar. He lowered his head as if thinking about something.
Then, a light red halo rippled around him, and the eight old agents in the bar were stunned on the spot, then lowered their heads and continued working, while the 'bartender' took the man to the bathroom.
etc!
Light red halo?
In the fast-playing scene, only the 'bartender' walked out of the bathroom, but he just walked forward with his head lowered.
This is, this is!
Charlie's breathing became a little difficult. He stood up suddenly and stared at the man in bartender clothes in the elevator in front of him. The man slowly turned his head and stopped chatting with the woman next to him, with a strange smile on his lips.
.
Ding!
The elevator door slowly opened.
In just this delay, the elevator with the self-destruction function has reached the bottom!
The seven agents at the rear suddenly pulled out their laser pistols and shot wildly at the dozen or so guards outside the elevator who had not yet reacted.
And the man in the bartender's clothes dived forward and rushed out of the elevator door.
"damn it!"
Charlie roared: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's the white ghost! It's the ghost of the empire!"
The inspector immediately exercised his highest security authority and was about to forcefully close the elevator cabin and trap the seven mind-controlled agents. However, fire suddenly flashed across the screen, and a violent explosion destroyed all equipment inside and outside the elevator.
Without Inspector Charlie pressing his switch, the piercing sirens resounded throughout the base!
…
Run forward, sprint.
Yang Ming's body exploded at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary biochemically modified warriors, and he shuttled through the silver-white corridor at high speed.
He hasn't used weapons yet, and the bulging backpack on his back stores various 'instruments' he will use next.
The guard who appeared in front of him was knocked away by him, and figures flew everywhere he passed.
Those shooting lasers couldn't break through the laser film around him.
In front of Yang Ming's left eye was the main structure of the entire base. He calculated the shortest distance for him to rush to the main control room of the base.
Law has begun to invade the control system of this base. Those wall-mounted weapons quickly malfunctioned, and the safety gates that were supposed to fall stopped falling.
A large number of well-equipped guards appeared in front.
The other party's reaction speed is not slow.
Yang Ming took out two large-caliber laser pistols from the edge of his backpack with his backhand. This is the most time-saving and labor-saving way to kill.
Yang Ming's momentum faltered, and his figure seemed to be flying close to the ground. He stepped on the wall, swung sideways, controlled his mental strength, and completed the semi-automatic burst shot in one go.
When he passed by these guards, there were burnt and bloody holes on his head, and his body had not yet hit the ground.
There is no obstacle because no one can hinder it.
There was no resistance because the other party's resistance was completely insignificant in Yang Ming's eyes.
He only has this chance. After this attack, the CIA will inevitably change the location of other bases and repair the loopholes in the intelligence system.
Therefore, Yang Ming never thought of letting anyone here go this time.
"Boss, we have determined that there is a self-destruction device in the opponent's central control system!"
Yang Ming suddenly turned around, broke into the elevator shaft nearby, fell rapidly, and tore open the elevator door on the central control floor with his bare hands.
Lasers rained down from outside the door.
Yang Ming didn't hide at all, and a rich blood-red light film erupted all over his body. The power of the ancient gods swelled and surged in every cell of his, and finally turned into a wave gushing outward!
He punched downwards, and the hundreds of guards and agents in front of him flew backwards as if they had been hit hard. The protective equipment on their bodies was still there, but their faces began to distort rapidly.
Mental shock!
Destroy the same floor!
Yang Ming looked up at the area where the control room was. His falcon-like eyes were filled with coldness, anger, and a desire to kill that he had not deliberately suppressed.
Levitate and move forward.
The mechanical guards who had been controlled by Law began to turn their guns and aim at the human soldiers they were supposed to obey.
Those agents who try to use their weakly transformed strength to resist Yang Ming will be unable to get close to Yang Ming, and their will will be broken by waves of invisible mental shocks.
He is like a demon walking in scarlet, crushing everything in sight!
five minutes later.
A remote farmland on this agricultural planet separated to the left and right, and the soil and water fell towards the entrance and exit of the shipyard below, which was like a huge mouth of the abyss. Many farmers who were operating machinery looked up blankly at the emergency liftoff of the ship.
The new federal transport ship.
However, not more than ten seconds after the transport ship took off, a beam of red light bloomed from the ground, and a figure rose into the sky and chased the spacecraft.
There was a violent flash of light in the dock that was too late to close.
The ground began to shake, a huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the power supply of half of the agricultural stars was directly paralyzed.
Fifteen minutes later, the figure wrapped in red light disappeared, seemingly giving up the pursuit of the transport ship.
On the bridge of the transport ship, Inspector Charlie breathed a long sigh of relief.
Just a little, just a little, he might not be able to escape.
That terrifying white ghost, that perverted bastard, he could actually find the location of the CIA training base. This is simply unimaginable.
White Ghost has a more powerful technical team than their new federal cyber security force?
This is impossible, it does not conform to their consistent understanding of the scientific and technological strength of various countries in the galaxy!
Now, the CIA headquarters has learned about the attack on them... Charlie turned to look at the senior officials in the back, as well as more than a dozen smart agents, and decided to have a good chat with them to relieve himself of some of the responsibilities he might have to bear.
"us……"
"Boss! Outside, outside!"
Charlie's bloated body turned back at an incredible speed and looked out the bridge window.
The transport ship is climbing upwards at a rapid speed.
The anxious voice of his men made Charlie think that he would see the terrifying ghost that could levitate and fly. But what Charlie didn't expect was that what filled his pupils was an oval-shaped flat cannon muzzle, and
The dazzling light bloomed inside.
This is the ghost's ancient technology ship...
Charlie raised his hand to straighten his collar, suddenly laughed, and his figure was instantly evaporated in the hot light.