Abyss Solo-Chapter 158 - 093 Mimilis Big Gift_2

Chapter 158: 093 Mimili’s Big Gift_2 Chapter 158: 093 Mimili’s Big Gift_2 “…Now all networks in the Luofeng Empire were being monitored by the Sherman Empire. This time, we’re only using physical means to transmit information, like personal messengers and documents. From now on, make sure you don’t log onto the network at all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m professional too. Did you really suffer major losses at the Fifth Administrative Star?”

“A Level Twelve agent was sacrificed, and more than twelve hundred people were burned alive; our boss nearly had a stroke. If we don’t do something, we’ll probably become a laughingstock throughout the Milky Way.”

“Does your government support what you’re doing?”

“Unsure, but our biggest boss plans to do this… Don’t worry, you just need to secretly monitor me, report my progress to your boss. Honestly, even now I can’t figure out why you guys are involved in this—there’s no benefit for you here.”

“You should know about that incident; the Sherman Empire destroyed one of our Dawn-level Battleships without cause, and the higher-ups are furious.”

“A high-ranking official’s daughter was killed in that incident… I guess the higher-ups want to use this opportunity to see whether the Sherman Empire has the guts to actually start a full-scale war.”

“They wouldn’t dare.”

“Let’s hope so; we’re about to enter the borders of the Luofeng Empire, this will be our last conversation. From now on, we’re strangers.”

“That’s it, pleasure working with you.”

…

Yang Ming’s brows knitted together.

Damn!

This conversation sounded fragmented, but all the info matched perfectly!

And it was all related to him!

Yang Ming had witnessed the Sherman Empire destroy that Dawn-level Battleship; Lina had died under the bombardment of the Dreadnought.

This annihilation mission against the task force had simply been orchestrated by Yang Ming to frame the Sherman Empire.

Now, the New Federation’s intelligence department was planning something big.

The Guel Alliance was getting involved in this mess to take revenge on the Sherman Empire.

What kind of chaos was this? It’s getting increasingly convoluted.

“Why would the Guel Alliance get involved in something without benefits?”

Yang Ming asked confusedly.

“Who knows,” Mimili said, “I was preparing to rob this small passenger ship and let Molly eavesdrop remotely. I accidentally recorded this audio… So I chose to avoid them; I don’t want to provoke these nuisance agents and spies.”

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Yang Ming asked, “Can you provide specific flight number information?”

“Molly?”

“Already sent to Number Two.”

Two!

Lyu’s forehead twitched in annoyance, gritting his teeth as he said, “Boss, I’ll start investigating right away.”

Yang Ming bowed his head in contemplation.

The New Federation fleet and the Sherman Empire fleet still faced off against each other.

This could either be seen as the Sherman Empire shielding the Wind royal family from the New Federation’s pressure or as both sides containing each other, with neither daring to act rashly.

If the Guel Alliance fleet appeared nearby, breaking this balance, the Sherman Empire fleet might retreat, instantly reversing the situation favorable to the Wind royal family.

Yang Ming truly couldn’t comprehend.

Was ‘revenge’ really an element in interstellar politics?

Did the Guel Alliance lose a high official’s daughter, while someone from the New Federation lost a husband?

No, there was a fundamental logic here.

If the Sherman Empire, the Galaxy’s top dog, fell, then the second, third, and fourth largest Galactic powers would benefit the most. This involved numerous factors, and these two incidents smoothly evoked personal emotions among the upper echelons of both sides.

On the verge of war.

Currently, they stood on the brink of a full-scale Galactic war.

“Uncle Hanton?” Mimili called out.

“It’s nothing,” Yang Ming smiled, “I was just thinking about how to get the most benefits if this potential coup occurs. You should go back, Mimili; your old friends are very worried about you.”

“Uh, uncle, I kind of broke your ship…”

Mimili sounded a bit guilty.

“Relax, it’s not a big deal,” Yang Ming said warmly, “I’ll deduct it from your father’s salary.”

“No need, I am me, and he is he. I’m already independent,” Mimili said. “I’ll be in the area on the edge of the Wind for the foreseeable future; if you need my help with something, just contact me. I can help you for free once or twice as compensation for breaking your transport ship.”

She spoke with a faint look of anticipation in her eyes.

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, his heart pondering again the thought of having her assist him.

A few minutes later, Yang Ming stood by the slowly descending safety door, waving farewell to Mimili.

Molly called out pitifully, “I’m heading back, Number Two.”

“Call me Lyu…”

“But Number Two, you really are Number Two.”

“I’m Lyu! Lyu, Lyu, Lyu!”

“Goodbye Number Two, I’ll miss you!”

Bang, the safety door slowly closed as Mimili had already climbed into the cockpit of the assault ship.

“Ahem!”

Lyu tugged at his hair with frustration.

“These low-level AI are absolutely annoying!”

Outside the porthole, the lobster-shaped assault ship slowly drifted away.

Yang Ming stood quietly for a few minutes.

“Lyu, did you plant a backdoor on Molly’s end?”

“Yes, boss.”

“Watch Mimili, just ensure she doesn’t leak our information; don’t disturb her otherwise.”

Yang Ming sighed softly:

“Let her fly freely; it’s nice.”

“Boss, we found those two spies,” Lyu said softly, “they’re living entirely on cash, using no network terminals.”

“Who are they in contact with?”

“The former Minister of Defense of Wind, Ilouis.”

“Damn it,” Yang Ming cursed, “things just quieted down for a few days; I wanted to personally see our base completed.”

Lyu laughed, “The base will be completed in no less than two months; you’ll only see this ship entering Dark Star’s atmosphere.”

Yang Ming sighed, “That also has a sense of ceremony; get me a mechanical soldier’s perspective so I can remotely control it… These damn big nations! I want to line up these high-ranking officials and kick each one of them!”

Lyu dutifully recorded the boss’s grand ideals.

“Boss, what do we do about this military-political coup?”

“Whoever moves first, dies first.”

Yang Ming smirked slightly, “With the lesson from Lulian last time, we need to learn one thing.”

“What?” Lyu asked humbly.

“Strike first to gain the upper hand, striking later leads to disaster. I used to think that in chaotic times I could fish in troubled waters, joining others in drinking the soup is enough, but now… the Luofeng Empire, this piece of meat, I’m determined to eat it.”

…

Half a day later.

On the outskirts of Ilando Star, aboard Gudun Mah’s integrated supply ship.

At this moment, Gudun Mah seemed a bit flustered, making call after call, clearing out nearby guards and security, and breathing somewhat rapidly.

Mr. Yang Ming was coming personally.

Gudun Mah glanced at his office, pondering why Mr. Yang Ming suddenly sought him out, what big matter could it be.

Thud, thud, thud.

A knocking on the door suddenly sounded, followed by Yang Ming’s laughter from outside:

“Thank you for guiding me, I can go in alone.”

“This is my honor, Major.”

Gudun Mah immediately shot up, his skinny frame jogging forward.

The doorknob was pressed down by his confidant from the outside.

Gudun Mah immediately folded his hands behind him, pretending he was just passing by.

The door swung open, Yang Ming stood there with a smile, and Gudun Mah’s confidant swiftly exited.

“Greetings, sir,” Yang Ming lazily called out.

After he closed the door and activated full cabin shielding, Gudun Mah clasped his hands together in front of him and bowed to Yang Ming.

“Mr. Yang Ming, long time no see!”

“Long time,” Yang Ming calmly settled into a sofa, crossing his legs.

Gudun Mah immediately followed, standing beside the sofa, still looking very respectful.

“Please, sit,” Yang Ming pointed to a nearby sofa, “No need to be formal, Mah; being here is like being at home.”

“Okay, sir…”

In that moment, Gudun Mah felt inexplicably insecure.

Somehow, it seemed, it was indeed like his home?