Walk alone in the abyss

Early in the morning, Atro heard a bad news and a good news.

Bad news: A new deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau is about to take office. Since the last time the director and deputy director were taken down by His Majesty the Emperor, the happy time of Major General Atro and several major generals will soon come to an end.

Good news: the deputy director is his brother.

Atro also couldn't understand why Hanton, who was fighting on the front line, was suddenly transferred to the Military Intelligence Bureau, but the Military Intelligence Bureau had indeed encountered a series of difficult problems recently.

Of course, they can't let the white ghost take the blame.

Atero understood Hanton's ability, and he felt that as long as Hanton was willing to make a move, these small problems would be easily solved.

Atero picked up the dedicated communicator and was about to notify all departments to prepare for the arrival of the white ghost, but out of professional sense and his own caution, Atero hesitated for a while, and decided to... call the third uncle first , explain the current situation.

When the phone was connected, the old voice of the third uncle always made Atero feel particularly at ease.

"Third uncle... there is something wrong here..."

Atro simply said that the white ghost will soon come to the Military Intelligence Bureau as the deputy bureau.

The third uncle pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Don't worry, it's because the higher-ups don't want the white ghost to be on the front line all the time. His reputation in the army is growing every day. This is something the higher-ups are more afraid of."

"Uh, what's the matter?"

Atrona wondered:

"In the past few years, hasn't Lieutenant General Thomas' reputation in the army been in full swing?"

"Atero, Thomas is different from the ghost. The higher authorities want to cultivate the white ghost into a sword in their hands, a controllable sword. Where does it point and where does the sword go? This is what the higher authorities allow to transform Considerations when people participate in politics."

The third uncle sighed slightly:

"However, the higher authorities did not expect that in order to maintain his prestige among the people, the white ghost would not hesitate to offend the imperial power and give up his intimate relationship with the great emperor.

"However, the few of us old men did not expect that the white ghost, who was supposed to lose power, took advantage of the gas bomb terrorist attack and decisively went to the new federal territory to destroy the CIA base, so that the higher authorities saw his value again.

"This young man is very difficult. You can get along with him properly in the future. Don't delay or slack in the tasks he assigned, and cooperate fully. In short, don't offend him, and don't get too close to him.

"If my guess is right, he will leave your Military Intelligence Bureau soon, and he will rotate through various sensitive departments of the empire, but the bottom line above is that he is not allowed to cultivate his own direct power.

"Remember? My dear silly nephew."

"Okay third uncle, I understand." Atron's steep eyebrows were raised up, "do not reject, do not approach, treat it as a serious boss... Third uncle, you always say the top, isn't the top the emperor? ?”

"Don't ask too much about this. If you can sit in my position one day, you will be able to see it."

The old man sighed slowly:

"If the white ghost can successfully marry that Highness Princess Daphne, he may have a chance to become the above person in a hundred years, but I always feel that there are some secrets hidden in this Hanton.

"Okay, I'm going to go for health care treatment. Don't call me all the time if there is nothing important. Remember, you are now a member of His Majesty the Emperor. Why don't you report to the higher authorities at this time?"

Atro froze for a moment, then suddenly understood.

After hanging up the third uncle's communication, Atro sent the news that the white ghost was about to arrive at the Military Intelligence Bureau to the liaison officer next to His Majesty the Emperor - a maid of a tentacles organization.

Soon, Atro received a reply with the words dictated by His Majesty the Emperor:

'Find him something to do. '

Atro sat there lost in thought.

This is Your Majesty, remember those two stupid sentences?

The memory is really good.

...

Most of the Military Intelligence Bureau is decentralized. For example, before Atero was promoted to a major general, he had been working at an intelligence gathering point, and meetings were all projection video conferences on the Military Intelligence Bureau's exclusive network.

The same is true for the director and deputy director, like nails, stuck in various key positions throughout the empire, scattered in bases.

Apart from the Military Intelligence Bureau, only the Imperial Network Center has such a layout. The latter is mainly to maintain the unified network of the empire.

Considering that Yang Ming and Atero are relatively familiar, Yang Ming's induction ceremony was chosen at the intelligence personnel training base where Atero was at the moment.

Atro was very attentive.

He held a grand welcome ceremony for the heroes who returned from the front line.

The whole welcoming ceremony started from the underground dock, and clusters of virtual images were printed on both sides of the dock, with simple, direct and enthusiastic slogans such as 'Warmly welcome the white ghost'.

The teachers and students in the base were all instigated, the men put on imperial military uniforms, the women put on miniskirts and short shirts, and lined up in two rows on both sides of the dock and on the road leading to the underground base.

In the current structure of the Military Intelligence Bureau, six acting deputy directors, more than 30 heads of intelligence divisions, more than 160 principals in charge of various departments, and thousands of heads of intelligence stations all use real or virtual We projected images and participated in the welcome ceremony.

They even waited two more galaxy hours.

Atro stood in front of a group of projections, wearing a straight dress, holding a civilized stick in his hand, and there was always an indelible smile on his face, which was somewhat ordinary in the Sherman Empire.

Hum——

Amidst the slight noise, the dock gate at a height of hundreds of meters slowly opened, and a beam of star light shone below.

Atro looked up and saw the blue sky and white clouds, and then his sight was filled with the hull of the Imperial transport ship.

Whoa, here he comes.

Under the support of the magnetic field at the bottom of the dock, the ship came to a steady stop, fixed brackets and corridor bridges protruded from both sides of the dock, and the middle side hatch of the transport ship slowly opened, revealing two figures.

The white ghost stood with its hands behind its back.

The beautiful imperial diva Daphne is wearing a fluffy and elegant long dress, quietly guarding behind the white ghost.

Without Atro's greeting, the young people around began to applaud vigorously. Many young female students moved towards the main passage, but they were far less fanatical than those male students.

"god!"

A man yelled, "You are our God!"

There were shouts and shouts all around.

Yang Ming smiled and raised his hand and waved it, then strode down to the covered bridge, and hugged Atro with his arms wide open.

A few maids appeared behind Her Highness Daphne, and they followed Daphne slowly... Looking at the situation in front of her, no one asked her for an autograph for the time being.

Atro smiled and said, "My dear Mr. Ghost, it is really an honor for us intelligence officers to have you come to the MIB system!"

"It's been a long time since I saw you, why have you become hypocritical?"

Yang Ming sneered, raised his hand and tapped Atro's shoulder, Atro covered his shoulder and grinned.

"Come here, I have prepared a sumptuous cafeteria meal for you... Oh, no, I forgot to entertain His Royal Highness Daphne, look at my brain."

Atro trotted towards Daphne, but was stopped a few meters away by Daphne's maid.

"General," Daphne said with a smile, "you can entertain Hanton. I just want to spend more time with Hanton, so I came here with the cheek."

"Please forgive my rudeness, Your Royal Highness, these are the officials of our intelligence system."

Behind Attero, a group of projections floated over and greeted Daphne.

Yang Ming's side was still lively, a large group of young men rushed up, frantically asking for autographs around Yang Ming.

These young people who have not yet graduated from this base do not have the concentration and stamina of 'agents' at all at the moment; compared horizontally to the CIA base of the New Federation, Yang Ming feels that the students there are more professional.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, young people always need more vitality.

"Mr. Phantom! I have watched your speech dozens of times. You declared war on the corrupt nobles of the empire, right?"

"Yes," Yang Ming nodded with a smile, "I think that in the interstellar era, technology has brought productivity improvements, but to a large extent, it has not been fed back to ordinary people, because this part of the decadent privileged class greedily absorbs the benefits of the people. Blood and wealth of society."

"Aren't you worried that the great nobles will target and retaliate against you?"

"My parents are already living in Emperor Star, so I don't have any worries. They can take revenge on me at any time, but as long as it's not the large-caliber main gun of the spaceship, I have no fear."

There was a burst of applause all around.

"Are you here to be the deputy director of our Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"It should be," Yang Ming said with a smile, "now that the battle on the front line has stabilized, and there is no sign of a big battle for the time being, His Majesty transferred me to the Military Intelligence Bureau, probably because he wanted to use the empire's intelligence system to wrestle with those corrupt nobles. "

"Mr. Phantom, the war on the front line is very tragic, right? After seeing the situation after that tragic war, have you ever regretted giving that pep talk?"

The surrounding voices suddenly fell silent, and a group of people turned their heads to stare at the female student who asked the question; the latter pursed her lips, but still stared at Yang Ming.

Obviously, this is a pacifist.

Yang Ming said seriously:

"There is no regret in war, only fighting and sacrifice. War is never correct. The destruction of human civilization by war is far greater than the stimulation of human technology by war.

"But please note that war is not an active option for us. If we remain indifferent to the assassination of an entire department of the empire by the new federation, what will happen next? It will be an intensified erosion, a more rampant attack, this war It started a long time ago, since they squeezed the living space of hundreds of billions of people in the empire, and started from their continuous invasion of our internal system, remember, the empire has long been at the pinnacle of the galaxy, they are the challengers, they are the initiators of the war .

"As the beneficiaries of the powerful empire, as imperial people, what we think about should not be how to attack and defend this powerful imperial army, but to face up to the real demons who provoke us."

After Yang Ming finished speaking, he shook his head at the female student. The latter tried to say something, but several students had gathered to stop her behind.

Someone should have some thought-talk with her later.

Atro had already rushed over, glanced at the female student, smiled and asked Yang Ming to go to the office area.

Of course Yang Ming would not mind this girl's question.

He just felt that it wasn't enough.

The speed of the empire train is far from enough at this moment.

...

After the welcoming ceremony, the projections of the heads of various departments of the Military Intelligence Bureau dispersed, and Her Royal Highness Princess Daphne began to visit the entire base.

In the deputy director's office that had just been decorated, Yang Ming and Attero sat on the sofa in the corner.

Atro asked in a low voice: "Do you want to find some beauties to come over and have a drink with us? There are many students here who will do some private work with Imperial Coins for their future."

"Do you want to experience Daphne's jealousy?"

Yang Ming asked back with a smile.

"Of course not."

Atro raised his eyebrows, raised his legs, and said in a warm voice:

"My third uncle said, you may only be here for a while, let us cherish this time, what do you want to do? I know a great sea view scenic spot, and there are some nearby that are well-known in the Emperor Star Circle nightclub.

"Of course, if you want to bring Her Royal Highness Daphne with you, that's also possible. The royal family knows a lot more than we do."

"I'm here to work."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I will aim to straighten out the Military Intelligence Bureau and make some achievements here," Yang Ming said with a smile, "By the way, before I leave, I will help you solve a few competitors."

"Uh, I don't have any competitors. Now there are many vacant positions at the top of the Military Intelligence Bureau. Because of the outbreak of war, the Military Intelligence Bureau needs manpower, so the original structure has not been changed."

Atro looked thoughtful:

"If you want to make some achievements, it is actually very unwise to rectify the external part of the Military Intelligence Bureau, because it will take a long time. I can clearly say that without five to ten years of work, there will be a lot of vacancies in this area. Difficult to fill.

"But if we do something that His Majesty likes and is beneficial to the empire, it will be different. Not only will it have immediate results, but it will also earn us a fortune in political capital."

Yang Ming leaned his body: "Aristocrats?"

"Yes, I have a lot of evidence that the nobles have embezzled the military expenses of the local defense forces, but all the forces involved in it are too small for me to dare to disturb."

Atro began to speak eloquently:

"Handon, you may not be very clear about the problem here.

"The local defense forces seem to have nothing to do with the big nobles who own the territory, but according to a law promulgated by the empire long ago, when the local defense forces increase the amount beyond the standard, that is, increase the amount higher than the original standard, in order to protect the noble's territory, The excess military expenditure caused by the ship is shared by the imperial government, local finance, and the local nobles who own the territory. The ratio is 5:3:2. The method often used by the nobles is to hang their private fleets in local defenses. In the increment of troops, use the money of the empire to support your own ships.

"However, this is a more routine and less harmful practice.

"When the hands of the hereditary nobles reached out to the local defense forces, all kinds of corruption and theft of local military expenses became commonplace and very common. When the pest plague broke out last time, there were serious shortages of local fleets. The combat power cannot reach the designated battlefield.

"Now we are fighting on the front line, and there is a huge gap in military expenditure. I think it's time to harvest a wave of these rich pigs."

Arthur paused.

"This is something only you can do, Hendon."

Yang Ming nodded, sitting there lost in thought.

Atro did not disappoint him.

This guy can be said to have no big picture.

When fighting on the front line, the most important thing is to maintain unity and stability in the rear, not to mention that there are thousands of private fleets from the nobles who are reinforcing the front line.

At this time, using the black hole of local military expenditures to engage this group of nobles, isn't that equivalent to copying the homes of these private fleets?

Then... the fire inside the empire, wouldn't he have another mess?

However, Yang Ming was more cautious.

The threat of reason is right above his head, he can't make a wrong move now.

"My suggestion is to ask our third uncle."

"Uh, well," Atro was distressed, "Handton, my brother, my idol, the two of us can get things done, my third uncle will definitely be very conservative, we just need to inform His Majesty in advance. "

"Our Military Intelligence Bureau is a department affiliated to the military department," Yang Ming said earnestly, "Your Majesty's grace is limited, look at me, the trust and support of the military department is the most important thing to you of."

Atro leaned back.

He wouldn't scold the old emperor for being a big idiot...

"I'll contact them tonight."

"Okay, I'll take a rest first." Yang Ming stretched, "Take me to my residence."

"Come with me," Atero said with a smile, "I've prepared one for you, a little surprise."

The next chapter will be updated tomorrow, so I will ask for half a day off to meet some senior authors from Shandong.