Walk alone in the abyss

boss?

Brother's boss, haven't all been annihilated by antimatter bombs?

In that somewhat gloomy reception room, Yang Ming saw three men and women wearing Sherman Empire military uniforms.

During the three days of being locked in the small black room, Yang Ming was not idle. He made up a lot of common sense through Hanton's memory and the books he could use.

For example, the three imperial soldiers in front of him, Yang Ming recognized their military ranks at a glance.

The middle-aged man in the middle is a lieutenant colonel and should be the main leader among the three.

The young woman on the left is a lieutenant, holding a notebook-like network access terminal, responsible for writing records.

The major on the far right has no sense of presence, he should be a deputy or something.

"Hello, Captain Hanton," the lieutenant colonel spoke first, offering his right hand.

Yang Ming made a military salute with a fist shake, and then lightly shook hands with the other party.

"Sit down, Handon."

The lieutenant colonel gestured, and the prison guards politely exited the reception room.

The female lieutenant took out an oval-shaped instrument and lightly pressed the buttons a few times. The light blue plasma light curtain surrounded the four of them, isolating outside prying eyes.

This excellent sense of technology.

The lieutenant colonel said in a deep voice: "Handton, we are a bit late, I hope you don't mind, the military also decided to let you bear this infamy after careful consideration. You performed very well in the interrogation meeting."

"Sir, these are what I should do."

"Next, you may have to suffer some grievances," the lieutenant colonel said. "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a staff member of MI12. You don't need to know my name. I am a technical officer on the surface."

"Good sir."

Yang Ming nodded in response: "Does the empire need me to do anything?"

His acting is simply impeccable.

"Yes, Hanton," said the lieutenant colonel, "you can't plead guilty, because that would cause an unprecedented blow to the reputation of the empire. We must publicly deny the existence of Professor Kigrove and the Valkyrie Project, or in other words, they will never existed."

Yang Ming nodded to express his understanding.

"Handton, you don't have to worry, no matter what judgment the interstellar court makes, we will get you back in two to three years, and you will become a hero—although you can't show up in public, you and your family will get the title of hero family." treatment."

Yang Ming made his eyes full of longing, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

The conversation lasted about five minutes.

The lieutenant colonel of the empire gave him some encouragement and exhortations, basically to make Yang Ming deny the Martial God plan in court.

This should be part of the Sherman Empire's interstellar public opinion war, otherwise the Empire's MI12 would not have come to look for his abandoned son.

As for the next trial, will anyone pay attention to this poor Hanton...

Yang Ming didn't have any illusions about this.

Still think about how to escape from prison, which is at least a little more reliable.

Every three days, the prisoners will have a chance to go to the top deck garden in turn according to the floor. The group release on the fifth floor is from 3:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon.

Yang Ming intends to take advantage of today's briefing to carefully observe the structure of the entire prison, and establish a plan to escape as soon as possible.

Leaving the prison is actually not that difficult, how to get a spaceship that can jump, and how to drive this thing is the biggest difficulty for Yang Ming.

But after lunch, something unexpected happened to Yang Ming...

"Number 0639, Hendon."

Superintendent Gulipa, who was holding the square glass, frowned at Hanton.

The superintendent's eyes were somewhat puzzled, but he was still reading the information he had just received.

"Reception Room No. 10, your boss is waiting for you again."

uh-huh?

Those three people forgot to tell something, so they rushed back?

Isn't it the rule of this prison that you can only visit once a week?

That's right, the rules of this kind of interstellar organization are used to be trampled on by those powerful regimes.

Yang Ming arrived at the door of the reception room under the escort of the guards, and was stunned when he opened the door.

There are still two men and one woman wearing imperial uniforms, and they are still equipped with the ranks of lieutenant colonel, major, and lieutenant.

But these were not the three who had been here before lunch.

what's the situation?

Yang Ming tried his best to suppress the doubts in his heart, he continued to salute, shake hands, and take a seat. The other party took out a square instrument and stretched out a pink mask.

"Captain Hunton," said the lieutenant colonel, "I am a staff member of MI12, you don't need to know my name, this is our discipline."

"Sir," Yang Ming decided to remain calm, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Yes, Captain," the lieutenant colonel sighed. "The current public opinion situation is very unfavorable to us. I am sorry to keep you waiting here for so long. We will rescue you as soon as possible."

Yang Ming showed a grateful look.

The lieutenant colonel pondered a few times, then said slowly:

"You know Hanton, in fact, every country is conducting gene fusion experiments. Although Kigrov is a bit radical, he is still a scholar we respect.

"We invested a lot of money in the Valkyrie project, and what we get now are just some wreckage that can't be broken any more."

Yang Ming asked: "Is there no remote backup of the experimental content?"

"Unfortunately, no," said the lieutenant colonel. "Although this was a low-level mistake, Professor Kigrove has been unwilling to share his research results with other departments and refused to back them up."

Yang Ming almost cheered.

Yang Ming said in a deep voice: "I didn't directly participate in the experiment, and I don't have any information about the experiment. I am the third technical officer in charge of repairing the fire pipes... You should know this."

The lieutenant colonel immediately showed disappointment.

The lieutenant colonel soon cheered up, cared about Yang Ming's life here, and promised to take him back to the empire as soon as possible.

Yang Ming asked about his 'companions', the lieutenant colonel answered very fluently, and accurately named the administrative star where several researchers were placed to recuperate.

The meeting lasted about six minutes.

After Yang Ming returned to his cell, one question mark after another couldn't help popping up in his heart.

Two batches of MI12 officials?

what's the situation?

One true and one false? Or are they all fake?

It was a bit messy, Yang Ming felt that he needed to sort it out seriously.

"What's the matter, Hanton?"

The old roommate asked cautiously: "It seems that you have encountered some trouble. You have been restless recently."

Yang Ming sighed: "Maybe it's because I've been imprisoned for a long time, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I obviously didn't make any mistakes."

"Yes, Hanton, we didn't make any mistakes, it's the world that made the mistake," the old man said with a smile.

Yang Ming nodded in response, this roommate A also lost interest in talking.

About two hours later, the familiar footsteps reappeared.

Again?

Yang Ming frowned and looked at the superintendent who was walking outside the cell, holding a square glass. ——This square glass is a network terminal similar to a mobile phone.

"Number 0639, Hendon."

Superintendent Gulipa's voice was full of hesitation. He looked at Hanton and carefully checked the information received on his terminal.

The supervisor's mentality has undergone some changes.

"Reception Room No. 11, your boss... how many bosses do you have?"

Yang Ming shrugged: "I want to know too."

...

Yang Ming never thought that the third wave of 'bosses' he saw would have someone he was familiar with.

Doctor Lina.

She put on a white shirt and a dark green professional skirt, her long golden hair was tied behind her head, her slender figure had amazing curves, and she exuded the unique charm of mature women from top to bottom.

Yang Ming glanced at another man and a woman, the lieutenant colonel in the center and the female captain on the other side, giving Yang Ming a sense of 'this is the imperial soldier'.

The female captain took out a hexagonal instrument, stretched out the pale gold shielding light curtain, and wrapped the four of them inside.

"Handon, are you okay?" Dr. Lina asked softly, with a bit of concern in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"Not bad," Yang Ming responded with a smile.

"Hello Hanton, I'm a staff member of MI12." The lieutenant colonel in the middle got up and shook hands with Yang Ming, "Sorry, I can only come to see you now, we need to deal with a lot of formalities."

Yang Ming nodded slightly, and exhaled lightly.

"You are the third batch," he said, "the third batch of MI12 officials."

The three of them looked shocked.

The lieutenant colonel frowned and said, "In front should be the intelligence personnel of the New Federation and the United States of Freedom. Damn, they are one step ahead of us."

Dr. Lina hurriedly asked, "Did you tell them anything?"

Yang Ming shook his head: "I'm just the third officer on the ship, and I'm in charge of repairing the fire pipes, right, doctor?"

"Yes, that's it." Lina's mouth drew a charming arc, "Fortunately, you are cautious enough, Hanton, they should want to get the research results of the scientific research ship."

Yang Ming said: "They were all annihilated in the antimatter bomb."

The lieutenant colonel said slowly: "Don't worry, Hanton, we will take you back as soon as possible. I know you are a loyal soldier, and the empire will never forget your exploits."

"Thank you," Yang Ming said sincerely.

Lina took out a medicine bottle from the bag beside her, and pushed it into Yang Ming's hands.

She said: "This bottle of medicine has been reviewed by the prison. You can take it with you at any time. Take one every three days or when you feel unwell. It can relieve your symptoms of depression."

"Oh, thank you so much Doctor."

Yang Ming tightly grasped the medicine bottle, staring at Lina.

"We'll get you out of there as soon as possible, Hanton."

Dr. Lina said this before leaving.

The corners of Yang Ming's eyes were slightly wet, he nodded in agreement, handcuffed the hand holding the medicine bottle, and followed the guards back to his cell.

When he lay down facing the wall, his expression quickly became indifferent.

Yang Ming opened the bottle of medicine, and found that there were light yellow transparent capsules inside.

Is this really a gene-stabilizing drug?

Should I trust Lina?

Officials from MI12 of the Three Waves Empire...

Which wave is the real Sherman Empire comer? Who should I trust?

Yang Ming tried to pull himself away, sorting out the information quietly.

Soon, Yang Ming probably had a judgment in his heart.

Through reasoning, he had already determined that Lina would not harm him for the time being, so he took out a capsule and swallowed it straight away, and carried the medicine bottle close to his body.

Yang Ming keenly noticed that his body became more docile, and the crisis of loss of control was temporarily lifted, which also proved that his reasoning was at least partly correct.

The whistle of the guard sounded outside the door.

The release every three days has officially begun.