He has an ordinary appearance and is rather fat, but the black coat on his body covers his figure very well, and his somewhat swollen face always has a sense of restraint.
He is indeed a bit reserved.
As an ordinary intelligence investigation team leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he used to travel around various regions, earning a high salary, but rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau.
Generally speaking, the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau is composed of military officers. For a guy like him who is not even a civil servant of the imperial government, it is difficult for him to be promoted upwards.
The sound of rhythmic footsteps came from the side.
Mikey immediately raised his chest and raised his head, and put his hands in his coat pockets to make himself look less nervous.
The beautiful officer who was a head taller than him and had long, smooth brown hair appeared in front of him again.
"Leader McGee, please come this way. The deputy director has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Thanks."
McGee lowered his head and picked up his briefcase. Thinking back to the back and forth inspections before entering the base, he felt inexplicably more nervous.
The deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau is usually a major general from the military department. Each one is so powerful that a single word can make him die without a burial place.
McGee recalled the "dense teachings" from his menopausal wife, and was determined to seize this opportunity.
The elevator goes down, and the corridors are spread east and west. From the several windows passing by, you can see some indoor training grounds, where you can see many young men and women sweating and conducting high-intensity tactical training.
When Mikey saw this, he just shook his head slightly.
This kind of routine physical training can be seen in military camps and ships across the empire, and it is not the way to train intelligence personnel.
The beautiful officer in front stopped in front of a three-meter-high dark explosion-proof door and rang the doorbell.
"My lord, Captain Horatio McGee has arrived."
A response came from the doorbell: "Come in."
What a young voice.
Mikey was filled with emotion in his heart. He thought that this was probably a young hereditary nobleman who entered the Military Intelligence Agency to gain qualifications.
But, what does this young deputy director want to do with him?
I'm just a frontline agent.
The door opened, the beautiful officer took two steps forward, and then greeted her politely and with a smile.
Mikey took a breath and stepped inside. He looked up and saw the figure writing something behind the spacious desk. He vaguely felt that the head was familiar, but he didn't dare to look any further, so he quickly walked inside.
Click.
The beautiful officer left on her own and closed the door.
"Sir," McGee said from a distance, "are you looking for me?"
"Well," the young man looked up at McGee and said with a smile, "Sit on the sofa over there and have a drink. I'll come over after I finish writing this report."
Mikey seemed to be stunned, standing there in a daze, unable to move.
White, white, white ghost!
"**!"
"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned and looked over. Does this guy have any objections to him?
"Oh! Oh! I'm not scolding you!" Mikey's face turned red, and his breathing was a little rapid, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "I am your fan! Sir! White Ghost Sir! Haha, it was you who summoned me!
What do you want me to do? Oh, you want me to die! I am your biggest fan!"
McGee rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the white ghost's back turning its head.
Yang Ming smiled and said nothing, and continued to write his own words without paying much attention to him.
A few minutes later.
Team Leader McGee has regained his composure and is standing cautiously next to the sofa.
Yang Ming walked over with his hands behind his back: "Sit down."
"Okay, okay, you just sit down, I'll stand!"
"Sit down," Yang Ming tutted, "I asked you to come here because I took a fancy to your talent and wanted you to help me investigate something. I didn't ask you to come here to chase stars."
Team Leader McGee smiled sheepishly, lowered his head and sat opposite Yang Ming.
"You wrote these reports, right?"
Yang Ming pushed several projected documents over.
Mikey looked at it carefully for a while and nodded quickly: "Yes, I wrote it. Is there anything wrong with this?"
"It's done very well," Yang Ming said. "Most of the time, the Empire's Military Intelligence Bureau serves the Imperial Military. There are not many intelligence officers like you. To put it simply, I asked you to come here for two things."
"You say."
"The first thing is to prove your ability first. I will let you investigate several big nobles. I don't care what means you use. I need you to get their criminal evidence without alerting them.
"
Yang Ming stared at McGee:
"I can give you all the resources within my authority. Do you dare to take on this task?"
"dare!"
McGee said loudly: "Like you, I hate the decadent class in this country. My father was persecuted by the great nobles and his family was ruined!"
"You don't need to tell me your background, I just value your ability."
Yang Ming nodded slightly:
"If you accomplish this, then I will give you a second task. Within the framework of the Military Intelligence Bureau, conduct the assessment and reorganization of intelligence officers, establish an intelligence system to supervise the nobles, and in the future, this system
Tentacles reaching out to the empire's enemies.
"I can tell you clearly that I will only stay in the Military Intelligence Agency for about one or two years, but I hope that this intelligence system can continue to play a role after I leave.
"Do you get me?"
"Yes, I understand!" Mikey whispered, "I will not let you down! I swear on my honor!"
"Okay, relax."
Yang Ming raised his hand and pointed at the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and a wine glass floated over.
"Drink a few drinks with me, and we'll figure out which big nobles to deal with."
The fanaticism in McGee's eyes could not be hidden.
He rubbed his hands, took the initiative to take the bottle and glass, poured wine for Yang Ming, and then stood behind Yang Ming, looking down at the confidential information.
McGee felt that he had reached a turning point in his life.
He firmly believed that this was absolutely the case.
…
The Military Intelligence Bureau also has many talented people.
In the evening on this planet, Yang Ming was walking in the square above the base, while eight "female robots" in military uniforms were on guard nearby.
The spaceship on which McGee was riding had just left. He took the gold medal command arrow given by Yang Ming and went back to gather elite soldiers and generals to form a "Military Intelligence Bureau Special Intelligence Team". He aimed his guns at several wealthy nobles and prepared to provide some new resources for the empire's military expenditure.
's power point'.
This will probably take several months.
Yang Ming is not in a hurry. He plans to arrange a few more similar missions, cultivate a group of "own people" within the Military Intelligence Agency, and then hand these guys over to Artero's command.
Artero is a good comrade.
The brains are there, but not much;
There is a castle in the chest, but it is very shallow.
However, this guy's character is quite conceited.
Before Atero gained power, he always called Yang Ming 'Mr. Ghost', and after he gained power, he called Yang Ming 'Dear Brother Hanton'.
He is a good fulcrum that can be used. His Majesty the Emperor wants to train Atero to become the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau. That is simply a steamer on the ground and has its cap blocked!
There is no need to replace him with a mechanical thinking body.
Of course, Yang Ming did not dare to spread the mechanical thinking body within the empire, as it might be exposed at any time, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
The Fallen Wind Alliance has completed its second expansion, and Emilia has returned to her 'normal' life in the palace.
Yang Ming now wants to go back and see Emilia. Edwang entrusted her to him. From now on, he must protect her and help her like her brother, so that she can realize Edwang's long-cherished wish -
—Luo Feng is independent of the forest of galactic governments.
Now, Yang Ming can already see the troubles and disasters on the road ahead.
In the next four to six years, a large-scale insect wave will invade.
Yang Ming planned to suppress this news for a year or two, only secretly sending messages to small and medium-sized countries in the galaxy, and let the empire and the three major powers continue to fight for another year or two.
As for whether this will cause more casualties...
Sometimes, not everything can be perfect. Yang Ming felt that he was doing the best he could by notifying the empire and the three major powers two years in advance.
If we ask him to sacrifice his own interests and pay more, it will be pure moral kidnapping.
Yang Ming also has another important consideration - the Milky Way is the territory of the Fayan people, and the Zerg are the enemies of the Fayan people. The Fayan people will not let the insect tide engulf the galactic human civilization they have cultivated for a long time.
Therefore, he may not have to do anything, just develop Luo Feng and Dark Star.
It's quite funny when I think about it.
The first natural disaster, the high-dimensional invasion, the second natural disaster, the endless insect swarm, and the third natural disaster, the omnic crisis, are now happening simultaneously, and I have a hand in every place.
If this little broken ball fails the civilization test, he will really cry to the Faya people.
"Didi didi."
Lu's voice came out from the hidden earphone: "Call the boss, call the boss, the execution plan has been sent!"
"You don't have to show it to me, just do it."
Yang Ming hissed:
"Also, help me think of a way. I can't leave this base. I always feel very uncomfortable."
"You need to work here," Lu chuckled, "Don't worry, everything will be fine before the insect wave arrives."
Yang Ming suddenly said: "What do you think about me absorbing that group of cells?"
"Boss, why don't you ask them to send the instruments that have been set up on Saka Star here," Lu said softly, "Her Highness Daphne is your supervisor now, and she is watching you absorb the ancient god cells throughout the process.
The power can also make those old people feel at ease."
"That's fine," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "The queen has to do a lot of hard work before she ascends to another dimension, and I also need to improve my strength. Remember to tell Po Suo about this."
"Already told."
"What did she say?"
"She said... go back and recharge when you have time. She will give you more strength. It will be up to you to protect the galaxy from now on. She will cheer you on from the rear."
Yang Ming's forehead was covered with black lines.
This guy is getting poorer and poorer!
Ah, yes, she was originally poor and stingy.
…
Yang Ming's idea of absorbing the ancient god cell group at the MI base quickly received responses from Daphne and the Sherman family.
They can meet Yang Ming's request, but the condition is that a team of three people will be by Yang Ming's side to record his physical data.
Yang Ming agreed without thinking.
Remember whatever you want, record whatever you want.
If the empire could directly mass-produce the modified bodies of the ancient gods, Yang Ming wouldn't have to worry about it anymore and would go straight to the Sherman family!
The skills of the Faya people are not so easy to master.
In the next two months, Yang Ming allocated one-third of his energy and began to work on improving his strength.
A warehouse in the underground base was designated as his special space. Staff in white coats were busy. Yang Ming looked at some familiar equipment, which was similar to the Kilgrove test ship, and was successfully installed one by one.
and debugging.
Yang Ming was also slightly worried.
After entering these devices, if he is injected with a high concentration of sleeping reagent, he will lose his combat effectiveness.
Although the Sherman family was training him and Daphne would be by his side, Yang Ming was still a little unsure in his heart.
Therefore, he mobilized all his elite soldiers and generals in advance.
026, Mimi Li and the Terminator body inhabited by thirty mechanical thinking bodies rode the Dongfeng and hid near the administrative star.
As long as there is any abnormality in Yang Ming's physical data, they will kill and take out their boss directly.
Of course, Yang Ming's own thinking, as well as Lu's calculations, concluded that the empire would not directly attack him, the 'Faya's darling', and the Dongfeng was sent to guard it just as a precaution.
Mimili, on the other hand, ran over to help excitedly, and then she was so bored in the Dongfeng that she almost broke down.
After these two months of preparation, when Daphne returned to the MI base, the experiment on the phagocyte cluster was successfully launched.
Yang Ming was suspended in the weightless cabin. Several straws with special texture were inserted into his arms. The specially treated liquid began to be absorbed by Yang Ming.
This process will probably last about two days.
Daphne stood outside the glass window, quietly watching Yang Ming's figure, while the three old men standing beside her continued to discuss the progress of the experiment.
Daphne suddenly asked: "Is he in danger?"
"Your Highness, please rest assured," the old man said with a smile, "For ordinary transformers, this experiment is absolutely unsustainable, but for White Ghost, this is just a minor operation."
"It's amazing. When we remove the shield between the cell cluster and the white ghost, the two of them actually have a wonderful reaction, as if they have met the same kind."
"Oh, this is just a bunch of cells. How do cells think? It doesn't make sense."
"It's nothing unreasonable. What is a high-dimensional world? There is a saying that the high-dimensional world is the microscopic world. In other words, the basis of the high-dimensional world is the microscopic world that we still cannot understand."
The three old men and women began to stop talking to each other again.
Daphne walked to the corner sofa and sat down, staring at Yang Ming's figure intently.
She suddenly thought of that kiss, and the scene of her arms being raised and leaning against the door panel flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but have some thoughts.
This domineering guy.
Daphne covered her red lips and yawned. After a while, she lowered her head and fell asleep.
The fatigue caused by the interstellar journey made her gradually fall into a drowsy sleep.
Daphne slept for who knows how long when she was suddenly awakened by the piercing sound of the alarm bell.
When she opened her eyes, she saw experimenters running around in a hurry and guards who were at a loss what to do.
The weightless experimental cabin where Yang Ming is located is quiet, but in the next cabin, a basketball-sized meat ball is colliding at high speed. The pink meat ball is growing visibly to the naked eye in the collisions like Brownian motion.
"Oops! The speed of differentiation is too fast!"
"Hurry up and evacuate the people on this planet! This is a precursor to the resurrection of the ancient god's life form! It will multiply into a huge monster in a few hours!"
"This is so beautiful. This is the image of high-dimensional life in low dimensions. We are communicating with high-dimensional life forms, right? Us!"
Ping!
The meat ball directly smashed the cracked special glass!
Daphne seemed to hear a scream. She covered her ears in pain and huddled on the sofa, not daring to move. The four combat maids who had been ordered by Yang Ming to protect her, plus the maids waiting outside the lounge, rushed like the wind at this moment.
toward her, trying to wrap her up.
The meat ball monster began to attack the experimental cabin where Yang Ming was!
"Protect him!"
Daphne shouted.
However, the laboratory was already extremely chaotic. Because it was a temporary laboratory, there were no high-power 'cabin laser cannons' installed around it. The laser light that lit up around it could not have any impact on the meat balls at all.
The meat ball suddenly grew two arms covered with cracks.
Immediately afterwards, the neck, head, torso, and the whole body erupted with blood-red light.
A humanoid monster with only the upper body was suspended outside the weightless cabin where Yang Ming was. Its two big hands inserted into the special glass and slowly tore the glass into pieces.
Its face without facial features erupted into a scream again, and its body brought a wave of blood, sweeping away towards Yang Ming who seemed to be still sleeping!
Devour!
Replenish!
Its road to recovery is built on this human being who has his own homologous lower power!
boom!
With a muffled sound, the red wave and ear-piercing screams suddenly stopped, and the half-length monster leaned back.
In front of him, Yang Ming had opened his eyes at some point. There was a scarlet light in his eyes that seemed to be real, and his body swelled.
The needle inserted in his body broke at the same time, and his left hand opened towards the half-length monster.
The monster seemed to have seen some kind of great terror, and kept struggling and trying to retreat, but its body was dragged back to Yang Ming's eyes little by little.
Yang Ming's left hand grasped the monster's neck like a piece of white paper!
Yang Ming suddenly opened his mouth and roared at the monster for more than ten seconds. Then he inhaled sharply. The half-body monster suddenly collapsed, and streams of scarlet energy were drawn away and flowed into Yang Ming.
Body.
In just three or four seconds, the monster's body was like a crushed dead leaf, with only a little bit of ashes falling downwards.
Yang Ming closed his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his lips, and slowly opened his hands, as if he was feeling something and calling for something.
A total of more than twenty groups of ancient god cell tissues stored in the Imperial Laboratory Group shriveled up in an instant, turning into a thin 'membrane'.
Power, ultimate power.
It was as if the muscles all over Yang Ming's body had learned to breathe, expand, and move. His clothes had disappeared without knowing when, and his body, which was extremely toned and beautiful, exuded a gleaming light.
At this moment, Yang Ming felt like he was a god and could easily destroy everything in front of him.
Is this the power that a peak Valkyrie can possess?
From today on, he, Yang Ming, can finally completely remove the attributive in front of 'ancient god's life form'.
He is the ancient god!
The image of the Imperial Dreadnought destroying the Guel Alliance light battleship flashed through his mind.
"Ahem," Yang Ming cleared his throat, quickly broke away from the desire to destroy, and calmly fell to the ground, "Bring me some clothes."
The people around, who had already been stunned, immediately lowered their heads and started busy.