Walk alone in the abyss

Ding, Ding——

It was as if the buzzing of several coins spinning in the metal bowl filled Yang Ming's ears.

He was lying on the silver-gray floor, his body trembling constantly, the large burns on his back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wisps of steam continued to radiate from the wound.

The pain of repeatedly tearing the skin made Yang Ming growl continuously.

The flame that appeared at the moment the anti-mech missile exploded still filled his mind.

Made!

These bastards!

These New Federation bastards!

Taking killing him, the second prince's confidant, as a gift to the third prince?

"law!"

Yang Ming gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Master," there was a faint light flickering on the side, and Li's realistic holographic projection immediately took shape.

In the corridor, two crawler robots galloped over, holding a first aid kit and a box of drinking water.

Law's body seemed to have gained substance, he directly lifted the first aid kit, opened it, took out the tranquilizer, knelt beside Yang Ming, and injected it near the wound on Yang Ming's back.

Yang Ming's low growl gradually subsided, leaving only his violent panting.

Lu brought a distilled water bag to let Yang Ming replenish the water consumption in time.

A few hours later, the last piece of hard black skin fell off Yang Ming's back, and the back has been restored to smoothness and cleanliness, and even the skin still exudes a faint luster.

Two crawler robots with oval heads and trapezoidal bodies retreated slowly.

Ritsu knelt aside quietly, eyes closed, as if performing some kind of religious ceremony.

The cabin fell silent.

This is the bridge of the Feinan.

The Feinan, which was remodeled by the ranger, gravekeeper, and examiner, has lost the innocence and innocence it had when it was used as a spare pirate ship. It can be seen that it is all... technology and hard work.

This originally pincer-shaped 100-meter-class gunboat without main guns has changed drastically.

Its overall shape is like a gliding harpy eagle, with a variable wingspan of about 160 meters wide, and its elegant figure seems to show that a secondary civilization mocks the aesthetics of current galactic human ships. .

Because the optical invisibility has been turned on, the Feinan just left an extremely weak distorted light in the black hole.

The bridge is inside Harrier Eagle's head, and an area of ​​more than a hundred square meters is filled with elements of equilateral triangles.

The highly centralized control console and a somewhat lonely chair occupy the core position of the front of the bridge.

The left and right sides of the main console are somewhat open, and there are two single-use escape pods hidden there, so that the driver can leave the ship in time.

Extending to the left and right again, precision instruments are evenly arranged, first aid cabin, nutrition cabin, encrypted communication device, spacecraft self-monitoring board, skin hardening instrument...the captain can use all kinds of equipment, arranged in a semi-circle in an orderly manner.

The largest particle transporter occupies almost one-tenth of the volume of the bridge. It looks like an upside-down pyramid and is placed in the center of the bridge.

—Those three old guys like this inverted pyramid shape very much.

Yang Ming was lying on the bottom of the triangular point of the particle conveyor at this moment, recovering his physical strength quickly under the care of Li.

"How long?" Yang Ming asked.

"Five hours have passed, boss."

Law's realistic projection opened his eyes, which were calm and deep.

"Boss, you should give priority to your own safety. I am your parasitic mechanical thinking body. If you die, I will disappear. And we obviously have enough time to get out of danger this time."

Yang Ming slowly got up, moving his somewhat numb back.

"Aren't we still alive? Everything is within my delicate calculations, don't worry."

When Yang Ming said this, he was somewhat guilty.

However, he is also confident that he can resist this level of explosion without dying, and then he chose the route of maximizing income among all options.

"We don't need to be in such a mess," insisted Lil.

Yang Ming pouted noncommittally, and took off the tattered military uniform on his body.

A crawler robot sent a battle suit to the side, and Yang Ming quickly wrapped himself up. The tightness brought by the composite fiber made Yang Ming feel much more at ease.

Lil continued to sulk.

Yang Ming sat back on the captain's chair and quickly activated the two rows of buttons in front of him. A series of data appeared on the flat porthole in front of him, and a projection of a beautiful planet appeared next to the main console.

Ilando star.

At this moment, Feinan is only half an hour away from Ilando Star.

"Who did it?" Yang Ming asked softly.

Lu floated to Yang Ming's side, her long hair tied into double ponytails fluttered behind her back, and there was always a distance of two millimeters between her small and cute toes and the silver-gray deck.

"Lulian," she replied.

"Made," Yang Ming's eyes flicked a bit viciously, "Where is his current position?"

"The fifth administrative planet, Luo Lilan, a city occupied by the rebels. They occupied a commercial building in which about 1,200 people from the New Federation were stationed, including special operations troops, instructors who trained the rebels, and a special agent team."

Yang Ming asked: "Can we bombard them all at once?"

"The Feinan has no main gun, boss," Lu's voice gradually recovered, "My three teachers only hope that the Feinan is your life-saving tool, not the main ship. They love peace."

"Directly control the military's warships?"

"The probability that the military will inform this group of people is about 100%. Even if we control a main battleship of the Luofeng Empire, Lulian and others will quickly hide in the air-raid shelter. The difference is that you want to kill Lulian , or eliminate the elite of this new federation."

"It's impossible to implement this plan with Lulian alone. This new federal agent team is my enemy at this stage."

Yang Ming said calmly:

"[Long-term goal] and [clear the enemy in front of you] are two options, I prefer the latter.

"I just want to kill them now."

Law pursed his lips in thought, and said quickly: "If the opponent is in a sealed environment, the boss's individual combat capabilities can fully achieve the goal. But they are very cunning, and they will evacuate directly when they encounter danger."

Yang Ming leaned back in his chair and thought quietly, lines of Luofeng Empire's data flashed before his eyes.

"You're right, we need help blocking them."

"You can use the power of the Luofeng Empire's royal family."

Projection screens popped up in front of Yang Ming's eyes, which showed what was happening on Ilanduo.

The latest news of the beach bombing was broadcast on the news, and several special commentators repeatedly shouted that this was an act of terrorism by the new federation.

Several mainstream TV channels have analyzed this incident, and the sources of information are all based on speculation.

The media marked Yang Ming, a lieutenant officer, as 'missing', and several professional actors conducted a long-winded analysis of the only wreckage of the monster car—the completely deformed main seat.

This incident has been characterized as the assassination of the elite officers of the Luofeng Empire by the new federal agents.

Yang Ming swept away these meaningless news and found two monitoring angles.

Miss Windsor was sitting on the bed of the old professor's home in the 'Third Happiness' community. She was curled up in her pajamas, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, beside the sighing old professor and 026, several bodyguards could be seen outside the window figure.

Li smiled and said, "Boss, your lover is feeling sad for you."

"Think of a way to remind her... Forget it, do the confidentiality work first, and make more compensation later."

Yang Ming didn't miss it too much, and looked at the second monitoring angle.

It was a warehouse near a palace.

Two rows of guards guarded the warehouse. Old General Philemon leaned on crutches and stood behind Second Prince Edwan.

Edwan's tall body was leaning against the railing. His expression could not be described as mournful, but gloomy and silent. In the silence, he stared at the six-meter humanoid mech in front of him with red paint.

After dozens of seconds, Edwan whispered:

"Now, I have no friends."

General Philemon could only sigh softly.

Yang Ming turned off the monitor casually, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

He can't see this.

Yang Ming said, "Lü, I need a battle plan."

Lu raised his hand and tapped lightly, and several projection screens appeared in front of Yang Ming with different battle plans, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

Yang Ming thought carefully for a few minutes, and chose a more cumbersome route that maximized the results of the battle.

The Hyenas of the New Federation!

Yang Ming got up and rushed to the weapons bay. The batch of weapons he purchased on the black market before finally had a chance to be used.

Law suddenly whispered: "Captain, you should express even a slight apology to me for your previous risky behavior."

Yang Ming paused, turned his head to look at the virtual girl floating in place.

She folded her arms and deliberately looked at the starry sky outside the porthole, with a bit of dissatisfaction on her face.

"Sorry, Lil."

Yang Ming said very seriously: "Next time I will discuss it with you, this time the main reason is that it is too late for us to discover the missile..."

Lu turned around and looked at Yang Ming helplessly: "Okay, Lu has forgiven you, but next time, please put your own safety as the first priority."

"Hmm," Yang Ming shrugged, "You know me, if you know your mistakes, admit it, and dare to do it next time."

The girl Li rolled her eyes full of disgust.

...

Yang Ming is dead?

Gutun Mahal could not describe how he spent these five or six hours.

He watched the live video, and he watched it from more than one angle. No matter which angle he judged from, Yang Ming would definitely die.

He could not escape.

But Gu Dun Maha did not have any pleasure of revenge, but fell into anxiety and restlessness.

The things that Yang Ming photographed—the accounts that he read shirtless, as long as they spread out, he, the deputy chief of staff, will definitely be abandoned by his partners, and the royal family will find the right opportunity to launch an attack immediately ...

Did Yang Ming really create a feedback mechanism after death?

Gu Dun Maha kept thinking and waiting.

As the time moved forward minute by minute, there was no sign that there was any news about him as the deputy chief of staff, which gave Gu Dunmaha a little more comfort.

He has now begun to fantasize:

If Yang Ming was killed by Lu Lian in this way, and the video he recorded disappeared, then everything would return to the normal track, and he would also get rid of the shackles around his neck.

Gu Dun Maha narrowed his eyes, and a faint smile was drawn on the corners of his mouth.

Although he couldn't figure out why Lu Lian wanted to get rid of Yang Ming simply and neatly, Gu Dun Maha now confirmed one thing.

Yang Ming is not a senior agent of the New Federation.

Yang Ming is very likely to be a senior agent of the Sherman Empire.

No matter what, it's fine if Yang Ming dies. When he dies, he will be free. He can calmly arrange his retirement, leave Luofeng Empire, a broken ship that is already scarred and may sink at any time, and go to a new life. ……live……

Click, click.

The hidden door behind him opened a gap.

Gu Dunmaha's smile froze on his face.

The deputy chief of staff almost slipped off his chair, looking in disbelief at the mechanical guard who walked out of the secret door with his hands behind his back.

His shriveled lips were trembling.

"You, you..."

"It's time to make a choice, Gurdon."

Yang Ming's voice came through the horn at the mechanical guard's throat, and the laser rifle was also held by the mechanical guard with one hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Gudun Maha's forehead.

"I'm still Lulian."