Abyss Solo-Chapter 523 - 232 The Glory of the Machine [·Additional - ]_2

Chapter 523: 232 The Glory of the Machine [Chapter 3·Additional Chapter]_2

In a distant hotel suite on Yaha Star, "Yang Ming" opened his eyes, with a string of data appearing in his pupils before quickly returning to normal.

He got up, his movements slightly stiff.

"Activate movement optimization," Yang Ming muttered under his breath, and his movements immediately became fluid.

He walked halfway around the bed, gradually getting used to the feedback from this mechanical body.

This was his stash of bottom-drawer inventory, concentrating several black technologies from the Dark Star and the New Federation’s cutting-edge bionic technology for combat machinery.

Unlike the bionic robots commonly used by politicians, this bionic machine allowed Yang Ming to host his own consciousness, thereby reducing the signal delay between the body and the machinery, achieving true bionic simulation.

The sensation for Yang Ming was...

The experience of playing "Abyss" had returned.

"Lyu, are combat robots this weak now?"

"Uh," Lyu’s projection appeared on the robot’s shoulder, "it’s that your body is too strong, so this body’s feeling weak. In fact, this is already at the level of an ordinary transformed warrior, equipped with ship-borne energy equivalent to a hundred-meter gunship."

Yang Ming clicked his tongue, "Mechanical ascension... Mimili would be very happy to see me like this."

"I am also very happy," Lyu adjusted nonexistent glasses, "Should we proceed as planned?"

"Proceed."

Yang Ming moved his wrists and ankles, walked to the wardrobe, selected a set of high-end formal attire, and smoothly completed the actions of dressing in clothes, shoes, and socks, becoming very familiar with this body.

He opened the bedroom door, and 026, who had been waiting for a long time, brought Hui Saka’s watch and online terminal.

Yang Ming had just turned on the terminal when he received a string of messages.

They were all from Catherine, with content that was very simple, sending [liar] every half-hour on average.

After some thought, Yang Ming opened the projection screen and replied to Catherine with a message.

[Hui (famous host): No, why a liar? Apart from hiding my identity, I haven’t hidden anything else.]

The message showed as read, but Catherine only replied minutes later.

[Catherine (team leader): Where are you? Not asking on my behalf.]

[Hui (famous host): In the vast starry sky, flying freely. Help me arrange a meeting with your superior. I want to discuss something with her at the restaurant where we had dinner. I’m currently using a bionic robot.]

[Catherine (team leader): Did you contact me just for this?]

[Hui (famous host): No, seeing your one hundred twenty messages calling me a liar made me feel it necessary to clarify. I am the White Ghost. I lay my cards on the table.]

[Catherine (team leader): Liar, go away! Here’s the contact info; contact directly!]

She really sent her immediate superior’s contact information.

Yang Ming chuckled, pondering slightly before contacting the middle-aged woman, first sending a call request to Admiral Thomas.

Supermodified individuals obeyed the Elder Court; Yang Ming only wanted to maintain a good relationship with them.

The military was what Yang Ming considered his protector.

A few hours later, inside the bustling restaurant.

When Yang Ming was seated for the meal, many customers were taking photos, and some were eager to approach him for an autograph from this famous commentator.

Yet within the span of two drinks, several plainclothes officers appeared in the restaurant, urging customers to leave and paying for their bills one by one.

Soon, the restaurant emptied.

Amidst the clicking of high heels on the floor, the middle-aged lady appeared with over ten fully armed supermodified individuals.

This lady had obviously dressed up a bit, wearing a professional skirt suit, with her face more made-up.

Yang Ming stood and performed a gentlemanly bow, and without waiting for the lady to speak, the little finger of his right hand detached from his palm, a soft blue ring on the tail, then returned to the gap in his palm.

The lady laughed, "The famous White Ghost, using a surrogate robot as well."

Yang Ming spoke softly, "I have always had a clear understanding. The reason I can wield such influence now lies not in my individual combat capability but in my mastery of technological strength."

"Let’s formally meet," the middle-aged lady extended her right hand, "Riva Figueroa, Director of Relations Coordination at the Supermodified Center."

"Director Riva," Yang Ming smiled, "Hanton, the White Ghost."

Riva Figueroa sat across from Yang Ming, those ten-plus supermodified individuals stopped a few meters away, all carefully observing Yang Ming.

"What did you want to discuss with me?"

"Many things," Yang Ming said earnestly, "I think it’s time for me to return to the Empire’s combat sequence. From what I understand, you and the military are not part of the same system."

Riva Figueroa laughed, "You want to join the supermodified? That sounds very interesting; I’m sure the higher-ups will be very interested too."

Yang Ming suddenly asked, "Is someone still advocating to slice me up?"

"Of course not. Your broadcast this time was very successful."

Riva Figueroa whispered,

"I don’t know whether you planned it all or went with the flow, but now the upper levels of the Empire know you.

"You are clever, knowing when to take off the mysterious veil and show loyalty to the Empire.

"I can bluntly tell you that the respected Emperor praises you as a fine young man. Several princes and dukes feel you’re a deeply wronged but loyal officer of the Empire.

"So now you can openly step out, accept our reorganization, and you will receive treatment surpassing ordinary supermodified, your power will be used in the cause of justice."

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