Walk alone in the abyss

Horatio McKee was a short, middle-aged man.

He has an ordinary appearance and a fat body, but the black coat on his body well conceals his figure, and his somewhat swollen face always has a sense of restraint.

He was indeed a little reserved.

As an ordinary intelligence investigation team leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he used to travel around in various regions with a high salary, but he 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 an ordinary officer. It is difficult for a guy like him who is not even a civil servant of the imperial government to be promoted.

There was the sound of rhythmic footsteps from the side.

McGee immediately raised his chest and put his hands in his coat pockets to make himself look less nervous.

The beautiful officer who was a head taller than him with long, smooth brown hair appeared in front of him again.

"Captain McGee, please come this way, the deputy chief has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thanks."

McGee lowered his head and picked up his briefcase, recalling the back and forth checks before entering this base, he became more nervous for no reason.

The deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau is usually held by a major general of the military department. Each of them is powerful, and a single sentence can make him die without a place to bury him.

McGee recalled the "teachings" of his menopausal wife, and he was also determined to seize this opportunity.

The elevator goes down, and the corridors are distributed from east to west. You can see some indoor training grounds through a few windows passing by. You can see many young men and women sweating there, conducting high-intensity tactical training.

Seeing this, McGee just shook his head slightly.

This kind of routine physical training can be seen on military camps and ships throughout 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 McKee has arrived."

There was a reply from the doorbell: "Please come in."

Such a young voice.

McGee was filled with emotion. He thought, this is probably a young hereditary nobleman who entered the Military Intelligence Bureau to confuse his qualifications.

However, what did the young deputy director want him to do?

He's just a first-line detective.

The door opened, and the beautiful officer took two steps forward, and then asked politely with a smile.

McGee breathed a sigh of relief, stepped inside, looked up and saw the figure behind the spacious desk writing something, vaguely felt that this head was a little familiar, but he didn't dare to look too much, so he walked in quickly.

Click.

The beautiful officer left by herself and closed the door.

"Sir," McKee said from a distance, "You're looking for me?"

"Well," the young man looked up at McGee and said with a smile, "Sit on the sofa over there and drink something casually. I'll come over after I finish writing this report."

McGee 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!" McGee's face was flushed, and his breathing was a little short, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "I'm your fan! Sir! Chief White Ghost! Haha, it's you who summoned me! What do you want me to do? Oh, you can tell me to die! I'm a big fan of yours!"

McGee rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the white ghost turning his head.

Yang Ming smiled without saying a word, and continued to write his own with his head down, not caring about him.

A few minutes later.

Team Leader McKee has regained his composure and stood stiffly beside the sofa.

Yang Ming strolled over with his hands behind his back: "Sit."

"Okay, okay, you can sit down, I'll stand!"

"Sit," Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "I asked you to come because I liked your talent and wanted you to help me investigate some things, I didn't ask you to come here to chase stars."

Team leader McKee smiled shyly, and sat down opposite Yang Ming.

"Are you the one who wrote these reports?"

Yang Ming pushed several projected documents over.

McGee looked carefully for a while, then nodded quickly: "Yes, I wrote it. Is there a problem with this?"

"You've done a good job," Yang Ming said, "Most of the time, the Empire's Military Intelligence Bureau serves the Imperial Army, and there are not many intelligence personnel like you. Simply put, I asked you to come for two reasons."

"You say."

"The first thing is to prove your ability. I will let you investigate several nobles. I don't care what means you use. I need you to obtain their criminal evidence without alarming them. "

Yang Ming stared at McGee:

"I can give you all the resources within my authority, do you dare to take this task?"

"dare!"

McGee said loudly: "I, like you, hate the decadent classes in this country. My father was persecuted by the nobles and his family was ruined!"

"Don't tell me your background, I just value your ability."

Yang Ming nodded slightly:

"If you have accomplished this, then I will give you the 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, use this system Tentacles reach out to the enemies of the empire.

"I can tell you clearly that I will only stay in the Military Intelligence Bureau for about a year or two, but I hope that after I leave, this intelligence system can continue to function.

"Do you get me?"

"Yes, I understand!" McKee whispered, "I will not let you down! I swear on my honor!"

"Okay, relax."

Yang Ming raised his hand and aimed at the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and glasses floated over.

"Have a few drinks with me, let's study which big nobles to deal with."

The fanaticism in McGee's eyes couldn't 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.

Absolutely, he believed.

...

The Military Intelligence Bureau also has a lot of talents.

At dusk on this planet, Yang Ming was walking in the square above the base, and eight 'female robots' in military uniforms were guarding nearby.

The spaceship that McGee was on had just left, and he took the gold medal arrow given by Yang Ming, and went back to gather elite soldiers and generals to form the "Special Intelligence Team of the Military Intelligence Bureau". The 'power point'.

This may take several months.

Yang Ming is not in a hurry, he is going to assign a few more similar missions, to train a group of 'insiders' within the Military Intelligence Bureau, and then hand these guys over to Attero to command.

Atro is a good comrade.

brains are available, but not many;

There is a city in the chest, but it is very shallow.

Unfortunately, this guy is quite conceited.

Before Atero gained power, he always called Yang Ming "Mr. Ghost", and after he gained power, he called him "Dear Brother Hanton".

He is a good fulcrum that can be used. His Majesty the Emperor wants to train Atero to be the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

There is no need to build a mechanical thinking body to replace him.

Of course, Yang Ming did not dare to disperse the mechanical thinking body in the empire, as it might be exposed at any time, and the gain outweighs the loss.

The Luofeng Alliance has completed its second expansion, and Emilia has returned to a 'normal' life in the palace.

Yang Ming really wants to go back to see Emilia now, Edwan entrusted her to him, and he must protect her, help her, and let her realize Edwan's long-cherished wish— - Luofeng is independent from the forest of galactic regimes.

Now, Yang Ming could already see the troubles and disasters on the road ahead.

In the next four to six years, large-scale insect swarms will invade.

Yang Ming planned to suppress this news for a year or two, and only secretly sent letters to small and medium-sized countries in the galaxy, so that the empire and the three major powers would be torn apart for another year or two.

As for this, will there be more casualties...

Sometimes, not everything can be perfected, Yang Ming felt that he was able to notify the empire and the three major powers two years in advance, which was considered as the utmost benevolence.

Let him sacrifice his own interests to pay more, it would be purely moral kidnapping.

Yang Ming has another consideration - the Milky Way is the domain of the Fayans, and the Zerg are their enemies, and the Fayans will not allow the swarms of insects to engulf their long-cultivated human civilization in the Milky Way.

Therefore, he may not need to do anything, it is enough to develop Luofeng and Dark Star well.

It's ridiculous when you think about it suddenly.

The first natural disaster, the high-dimensional invasion, the second natural disaster, the endless bug swarm, and the third natural disaster, the Omnic Crisis, are now being staged simultaneously, and I have a foot in every place.

If the little broken ball fails the civilization test, he will really cry for the Faya people.

"Dididi."

Law's voice came out of the hidden earphone: "Call the boss, call the boss, the execution plan has been sent!"

"You don't need to show me, just do it."

Yang Ming hissed and said:

"Also, help me think of a way, I can't leave this base, I always feel very uncomfortable."

"You need to work here," Lu Xi smiled, "Don't worry, everything will be fine before the bug swarm arrives."

Yang Ming suddenly said: "Tell me, how about I absorb that group of cells?"

"Boss, why don't you ask them to send the equipment that has been set up on Saka to this side," Lu said softly, "His Royal Highness Daphne is your supervisor now, and she is watching you absorb the ancient god cells the whole time." The power of it can also reassure those old things."

"Alright," Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, "The great queen has to go through a lot of trouble before she ascends the dimension, and I also want to improve my strength. Remember to tell Po Huan about this."

"Already told."

"What did she say?"

"She said... Go back and recharge when you have time. She will give you more power. It will be up to you to protect the Milky Way in the future. She will cheer you up from the rear."

Yang Ming's forehead was covered with black lines.

This guy is getting poorer and poorer!

Ah, yes, she was poor and miserly.

...

Yang Ming's idea of ​​absorbing the ancient god cell group at the base of the Military Intelligence Bureau quickly received responses from Daphne and the Sherman family.

They can meet Yang Ming's request, but the condition is that a three-person team will be by Yang Ming's side and record his body data.

Yang Ming agreed without thinking about it.

Write down whatever you want, record whatever you want.

If the empire could directly mass-produce the modified body of the ancient gods, Yang Ming would not bother, and just hang out with the Sherman family to the end!

The technology of the Faya people is 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 site, and the staff in white coats were busy. Yang Ming looked at the familiar equipment, which was similar to the Kigrove test ship, and installed them smoothly one by one. and debug.

Yang Ming was also a little worried.

Entering these devices, if he is injected with a high concentration of sleeping reagents, he will lose his combat effectiveness.

Although the Sherman family is nurturing him, and Daphne will be by his side, Yang Ming still has some doubts in his heart.

Therefore, he mobilized all his elite soldiers in advance.

026, Mimi Li, and 30 Terminator bodies with mechanical thinking bodies, took Dongfeng and hid near the administrative star.

As long as Yang Ming's physical data shows a slight abnormality, they will kill them and bring out their boss directly.

Of course, Yang Ming's own thinking, and Lu's calculations, all concluded that the empire would not directly attack him, the 'Faya favorite', and the Dongfeng was called over to guard it, just in case.

On the contrary, it was Mimi Li, who excitedly ran over to help, and then was in a daze of boredom in the Dongfeng, almost suffocating her.

After these two months of preparation, when Daphne returned to the MIB base, the experiment on the phagocyte cluster started smoothly.

Yang Ming was suspended in the weightless cabin, several straws of special texture were pierced into his arms, and the specially treated medicinal 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 them kept discussing the progress of the experiment.

Daphne suddenly asked, "Will he be in danger?"

"Your Highness, please rest assured," the old man smiled, "For ordinary reformers, this experiment is absolutely impossible to survive, but for the white ghost, this is just a minor operation."

"It's amazing, when we remove the barrier between the cell cluster and the white ghost, they both have a wonderful induction, as if, as if they met the same kind."

"Oh, it's just a bunch of cells. How do cells think? It's very unreasonable."

"It's nothing unreasonable. What is the high-dimensional world? There is a saying that the high-dimensional world is the microcosm. In other words, the basis of the high-dimensional world is the microcosm that we still cannot ascertain."

The three old men and old ladies stopped talking.

Daphne went to sit on the sofa in the corner, staring intently at Yang Ming's figure.

She suddenly thought of that kiss, and the scene of her arm being raised and leaning against the door panel flashed across her mind, and she couldn't help but have some imaginations.

This domineering guy.

Daphne covered her red lips and yawned. Not long after, she lowered her head and fell asleep.

The fatigue brought about by the interstellar journey made her gradually fall into a drowsy sleep.

Daphne slept for an unknown amount of time, when she was suddenly awakened by the piercing alarm bell.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the experimenters running in a hurry and the guards who were at a loss.

The weightlessness experiment cabin where Yang Ming was located was quiet, but in the cabin next door, a basketball-sized meat ball was colliding at high speed, and the pink meat ball grew visibly with the naked eye during the collisions like Brownian motion again and again.

"Oops! This differentiation is too fast!"

"Hurry up and evacuate the people on this planet! This is a sign of the revival of the life form of the ancient god! It will proliferate into a huge monster in a few hours!"

"This is so beautiful. This is the low-dimensional image of high-dimensional life. We are communicating with high-dimensional life, right! Us!"

Ping!

The meat ball directly shattered the cracked special glass!

Daphne seemed to hear a scream. She covered her ears in pain, and curled up on the sofa, not daring to move. The four battle maids who were ordered by Yang Ming to protect her before, plus the maids waiting outside the lounge, rushed like the wind at this moment. towards her, trying to wrap her up.

The meat ball monster began to attack the experimental cabin where Yang Ming was!

"Protect him!"

Daphne yelled.

But the laboratory is already extremely chaotic, because it is a temporary laboratory, and there is no high-power 'in-cabin laser cannon' installed around it, and the laser light that lights up around it can't affect the meat ball at all.

The meatball suddenly grew two arms full of cracks.

Immediately afterwards, blood-red rays of light burst out from the neck, head, and torso.

A humanoid monster with only the upper body was suspended outside the weightless cabin where Yang Ming was. Two big hands inserted into the special glass, slowly tearing the glass apart.

Its facial features without facial features erupted into a screeching sound again, and a wave of blood rose from its body, sweeping away towards Yang Ming who seemed to be still sleeping!

Devour!

Replenish!

Its road to recovery is built on the human being who has its own lower power from the same source!

boom!

With a muffled sound, the red wave and ear-piercing scream stopped abruptly, and the half-length monster leaned back.

In front of him, Yang Ming opened his eyes at some point, and there was a real scarlet light in his eyes, and his body swelled up.

The needle tube inserted into his body snapped at the same time, and his left hand opened towards the half-body monster.

The monster seemed to have seen some kind of great terror, and kept struggling to retreat, but its body was dragged back to Yang Ming's eyes little by little.

Yang Ming's left hand grabbed the monster's neck, as if holding a piece of white paper!

Yang Ming suddenly opened his mouth, yelled at the monster for more than ten seconds, and then inhaled violently, the whole body of the half-body monster suddenly collapsed, strands of scarlet energy were drawn away and flowed into Yang Ming's body. 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 down.

Yang Ming closed his eyes, a contented smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and slowly opened his hands, as if he was feeling and calling for something.

A total of more than 20 groups of ancient god cell tissues stored in the imperial laboratory group shriveled up in an instant, becoming a thin 'membrane'.

Power, ultimate power.

The muscles all over Yang Ming seemed to have learned to breathe, swelled and agitated, and his clothes had disappeared at some point, and that extremely toned and beautiful body exuded a gleaming light.

At this moment, Yang Ming felt that he was a god, who could easily destroy everything in front of him.

Is this the power that only a peak Valkyrie can have?

Starting today, he, Yang Ming, can finally remove the attributive in front of the "ancient god's life body".

He is the ancient god!

The image of the imperial dreadnought smashing the light battleship of the League of Guell flashed through his mind.

"Cough," Yang Ming cleared his throat, quickly broke free from that destructive desire, and calmly fell to the ground, "Bring me a piece of clothing."

The people around who had been staring blankly immediately lowered their heads and got busy.