"Strange, why did 026 appear at my friend's place in Windsor?"
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Ming drove Windsor back to the Finance Minister's residence. When he returned to the palace alone, he still couldn't help but think about this problem.
A former economics professor living in low-rent housing.
This old lady was very knowledgeable, elegant in manner and extraordinary in conversation. Yang Ming asked this old lady about a question he had encountered when taking the assessment test in Omnic Twilight. Her answer inspired Yang Ming very much.
This is simply an old scholar with a second-level civilization.
When Windsor took Yang Ming there, he actually wanted to let this close 'old' friend help him check things out.
Just a little bit of girlish thinking.
Yang Ming didn't take this to heart.
On the contrary, 026 would appear next to the old professor, which made Yang Ming slightly concerned.
This little girl's identity is too sensitive - she was once a secret weapon of the military, but now she has only gained some freedom due to Yang Ming's influence.
While Windsor and the old professor were cooking, 026 secretly explained to Yang Ming:
‘Kalumi arranged a new residence for me, right next door.
'I was fired from Kalumi, I was fired from that establishment, and now I work there, so my value has become an ordinary migrant worker. There are many Kalumi's subordinates living here, like
It's a staff dormitory, so I was arranged to come here. I feel pretty good and comfortable. I'm also planning to save more money to see if I can bring my parents and younger brothers to live here. They live too close to the rebels.'
Yang Ming looked at her pretty face and saw no trace of lying.
'Are you in love with this noble lady?'
When 026 asked this question, his big eyes were full of light.
Chasing the light of gossip.
Yang Ming secretly asked 026 about his recent medication status, and 026 told him very happily that she had now extended the medication interval to fifty galaxies, and the effectiveness of the medication had also been reduced to the lowest level.
"This is the thing that tests my perseverance the most. I just want to live a few more years and try to catch up with the average human life span in the galaxy."
026 said it very seriously.
Yang Ming shook his head, swaying 026's round face in his mind.
"Lu," Yang Ming said suddenly, "research on the calories."
"What's wrong with this Mama-san, boss?"
Lu's voice sounded through the hidden earphones:
"She is a shepherd dog under Gudun Maha... But since you gave the order, boss, of course the hard-working Xiaolu will complete it efficiently! I will go and investigate all the people around Kalumi!"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's enough for the boss to consider raising wages. There is no need to say condolences every time, as this has no practical meaning," Lu reminded, "Or, install two larger processors on Feinan!"
Yang Ming smiled and said nothing, not daring to answer the question at all.
The main processor that Lu is interested in, he really can't afford at this stage.
As long as they think of the massive resources and coins needed to develop the planet, the secondary ancient god life forms will always silently shed tears of poverty.
The monster hover car slowly drove into the sentry post to inspect the pipeline.
Yang Ming lowered the window and blinked at the female soldier guarding several scanners. The latter smiled warmly, looked at Yang Ming's ID carefully, and punched in to let him go.
The dark oval cave in front is the entrance to Base No. 4.
Yang Ming turned on his headlights, followed several hover cars, and slowly entered the mountain.
His expression gradually returned to seriousness.
Project Moth has entered the countdown.
…
The emperor's life was really luxurious.
It's near dusk on the planet Elandu, near the gate of Palace No. 15.
Yang Ming stood quietly in the aisle next to the palace gate, looking at the murals on the walls and ceiling, and assessing the asking price per square meter of the natural stone under his feet.
Project Moth counts down to twenty minutes.
The old emperor is resting in his palace.
This is the perfect opportunity to take action.
At this moment, Yang Ming led fifty well-appeared soldiers of the Guard Regiment, guarding inside and outside the gate of Palace No. 15. This was also the normal duty time of the Guard Regiment.
The only flaw in Project Moth is this.
Yang Ming's duty hours were adjusted by Lu's intrusion system. No matter how careful Lu was, flaws could easily be revealed in this matter.
'What should I do if I see the emperor?'
Yang Ming kept thinking.
His purpose was to leave a deep impression in front of the emperor and pave the way for his later promotion.
In this feudal imperial system of government, as long as the emperor is willing, Yang Ming can become an administrative star tomorrow.
'Relax, this is just a puppet emperor of a puppet country.'
Yang Ming muttered secretly.
Several female officers appeared in front of him, chatting and laughing as they passed by in the corridor. Two of them even looked at Yang Ming twice.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile and continued to stand guard meticulously.
Captain?
Just a little guard of the royal family.
Yang Ming tried to act as natural as possible.
He thought of his first impression of Elendor.
That was in the promotional video for Starship Cabin.
On the light blue planet, huge cities are filled with alluvial plains. Thousand-meter-high tall buildings are protruding into the sky. The tops of the tall buildings are like golden square palaces, which complement the royal palaces on the cliffs.
, there are small spaceships and hover vehicles floating everywhere in the atmosphere.
He thought of the third happiness again, the crowded urban area underground.
Teenagers having fun on the way to school, children squatting on the street playing with toys, adult men in a hurry, street dancers raising their hands to look for sunshine...
Yang Ming suddenly understood Edwang's suffering.
'But this has nothing to do with me.'
Yang Ming reminded himself secretly.
Countdown to three minutes.
Yang Ming roughly estimated the time, resisted the urge to look at his watch, and meticulously performed the task of guarding the palace gate, thinking about the lines he would use next.
'Your Majesty, are you injured? I am Yang Ming from the Fourth Regiment and the Fourth Team!'
Uh, isn't that too superficial?
It's not necessary, just the first half of the sentence, a little more concern and a little more greeting in your tone is enough.
Even if the emperor of a country was a loser a few decades ago, he has become an old fox now and must be able to discern people's hearts.
Yes, I can't overdo it. It's enough to leave a good first impression on the emperor. The rest must be achieved through the second prince.
Rising in rank in the royal guard, then joining the military, becoming the emperor's tool to regain control of the military. This is Yang Ming's current most ideal development path.
Although it is quite difficult to implement.
Countdown...
Didi didi!
The hidden earphones in Yang Ming's ears buzzed.
Woo——
A red light lit up in the upper left corner of the palace gate, and sirens sounded throughout the palace and more than thirty halls!
Planning begins!
Yang Ming did not run directly, but took out a ring-shaped walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket, put it on his little finger, and heard the confusing message from inside:
"Assassination! There's an assassination!"
"Our network is down! Protect Your Majesty!"
"The network firewall in the direction of the palace has been breached! All the instruments are malfunctioning! Damn it, the palace door is open!"
"Let your Majesty leave the palace quickly!"
"No! The palace has the highest defenses, and the palace doors in all directions are opened! You don't even know which direction the enemy is!"
"damn it!"
General Philemon's steady voice sounded: "All irrelevant people remain silent. The maids and guards are all fixed in place. If anyone takes a step rashly, shoot him directly. Let all the guards who receive my order shout immediately.
This news!”
An expected response.
Yang Ming immediately raised his head and shouted:
"All personnel stand still! No one should move! Anyone who acts rashly will be shot immediately! Repeat!"
The guards inside and outside the gate of Palace No. 15 took turns shouting, and immediately opened the safety bolt of the laser gun, locking on several pale-faced maids not far away.
Yang Ming continued to shout: "Relax! Don't worry! Stand there and don't move! Don't shoot easily!"
The guard on duty in the Fourth Brigade shouted nervously:
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as Yang Ming finished speaking, a loud shout came from the ring intercom:
"In the direction of Palace Gate No. 7! The radar shows that there is an object moving quickly there! It is rushing towards His Majesty's palace!"
"Do the soldiers there have to eat hard food?"
"We can't contact them. We lost contact with them. We sent people to run and deliver the message! Use the loudspeaker to broadcast! Find a way quickly! Do you want to be prosecuted by the Royal Court, you bastard!"
"That's too late!"
"No, it's too late."
General Philemon's voice sounded again: "All guards who can hear my order, release the static state on the spot! The target has appeared, at the entrance to Palace Gate No. 7! The nearby guards coordinate to block the attack! All lieutenant-level officers, third-level non-commissioned officers,
Immediately move outside His Majesty's palace and be sure to stop the other party! Reply received."
The old general's voice was somewhat tense.
In front of the podium covered with projection screens, Philemon frowned and looked at this 'ocean of blue screens', feeling powerless in his heart.
Most of the surveillance cameras have been hacked.
There was no response to the command sent.
Is it the New Federation?
I'm afraid they are the only ones who have this kind of technical means.
Do they want to kill the king directly to achieve the goal of subverting the country?
The old general looked at his cronies and whispered: "Inform His Highness immediately."
Sudden!
"The fourth regiment and the fourth brigade received it."
Yang Ming's voice appeared on the answering machine.
A blue screen shook slightly, and the scene at Palace Gate No. 15 appeared.
The recently popular captain, the second prince's only confidant officer in the Guards, had already drawn his pistol and led six third-level non-commissioned officers from Palace Gate No. 15, speeding towards the palace.
General Fremont was in great spirits.
"The fourth regiment and the third brigade received it!"
"Second Regiment and Sixth Brigade received it!"
"Regiment 12 received it!"
…
The continuous echoes made General Philemon clenched his fists: "Move quickly! Protecting His Majesty is your only mission!"
In the only remaining surveillance footage, groups of guards rushed through successive portals.
But before General Philemon could breathe a sigh of relief, "bad news" came from everywhere.
"The door in front of us is locked and we can't get through."
"Conductor podium, door number 2343 cannot be opened!"
"Call the command post, our movement is blocked."
In several surveillance videos, guards were blocked from the security gates set up in the palace.
A technician shouted: "The high-speed moving target is approaching the palace!"
General Philemon only felt a big hand clenching his heart tightly!
He held his breath and kept searching for various video images. The surveillance image in the center was shaking slightly, as if there were signs of recovery.
"The surveillance outside the palace has been restored!"
General Philemon looked up and saw a team of seven figures rushing to the gate and met head-on with two groups of high-level mechanical guards holding guns at the door.
Yang Ming's voice spread throughout the command podium: "The Fourth Regiment and the Fourth Brigade have arrived at the target point, and no suspicious targets have been found yet. The palace door is open, and it is impossible to determine the situation inside."
General Philemon hesitated for a moment, then immediately said: "Captain Yang Ming, give your weapons to the people around you to confirm that your majesty is safe!"
The old general turned around and shouted: "Transmit instructions to the mechanical guards. Captain Yang Ming allows temporary entry into His Majesty's palace."
"Yes, sir."
Yang Ming handed the pistol to the guard beside him, took off his armed belt, raised his hand to straighten his military cap, and walked through the gap between the two mechanical soldiers.
There was a gap in the five-meter-high palace door. Yang Ming gently pushed it open, allowed himself to pass, and ducked into it.
A huge 'bedroom' filled with all kinds of rare decorations appeared in front of Yang Ming.
There were five steps in front of him. Yang Ming quickly stepped up. The small fountains on the left and right made a gurgling sound. The mirror-like floor on the ground reflected the ceiling decorated with a bright starry sky.
More than a dozen beautiful maids nervously formed a human wall, blocking Yang Ming's path.
Yang Ming no longer needs to move forward.
The emperor of the Luofeng Empire was sitting on the throne in front of him. At this moment, he could already see the emperor's old face with age spots and his somewhat cloudy eyes.
Yang Ming immediately performed a military salute, bowed his head again, and meticulously performed the palace etiquette:
"Lieutenant of the Guards! By order of the general! Make sure His Majesty is safe!"
"Well," the old emperor couldn't see the slightest bit of nervousness.
His face is very similar to Edwan, with a tall stature and a broad forehead; he sits barefoot on a throne inlaid with many precious elemental stones, with his right hand supporting his cheek, as if he is thinking about something.
"Forgive me, Lieutenant.
The old emperor asked: "How is it outside?"
"yes!"
Yang Ming responded angrily, slowly raised his head, and looked at the old emperor.
Yang Ming's pupils shrank, he immediately looked away and said quickly:
"Your Majesty, there is an attack alarm at Palace Gate No. 7. All the palace gates seem to have been attacked and out of control. We have determined that someone is trying to assassinate Your Majesty. Now all the ministries have rushed to the gate to support you. Please rest assured!
"
"Well," the old emperor said calmly, "go down, my brave lieutenant."
"yes!"
Yang Ming performed a military salute and kept his face tight so as not to reveal any flaws.
When he turned around, Yang Ming immediately closed his eyes and sensed it for two seconds. When he opened his eyes again, he immediately stepped forward, walked down the five steps as if running away, and flashed out of the palace gate.
he……
What did he see...
In my mind, the situation just now kept reappearing.
Yang Ming saw it in a trance. The row of maids were surrounded by faint colors, but the emperor was completely gray.
Advanced bionic robot?
Of course, this is nothing surprising. It is normal for the emperor to have a substitute.
But Yang Ming did not sense any hidden organisms in the palace, and the entire palace, except for the bedrooms without Internet, the conference hall, and the main palace, other areas have long been under the surveillance of Lu!
Yang Ming tapped his watch with his fingers intermittently for half a minute before sending a message.
'Law, have you found it?'
"Boss, no external signals related to the emperor have been detected... Now it is determined that it is an independently operating bionic robot, or in other words, a mechanical thinking body."
Yang Ming's Adam's apple moved up and down.
He turned to look at the palace door, as if he could see the magnificent hall through the thick alloy.
A silver-white skeleton sat on the throne, with a faint red light shining in the black eye sockets.