Walk alone in the abyss

The prisoners walked through the corridor like ants at an interval of two meters and climbed up the stairs that were constantly "folded in half". Under the watchful eyes of semi-automatic weapons and guards, they arrived at the square at the top of the prison one after another.

Yang Ming kept observing everywhere, and the three-dimensional structure of the entire prison had been imprinted in his mind like a sand table.

The view from the top deck is really nice.

This should be the upper side of Cole Harbor. Outside the prison is the deep starry sky, and a semi-solidified transparent cover perfectly covers the top square.

‘What if the cover is broken? Aren't people just sucked away by a vacuum? '

Yang Ming thought worriedly.

The M-type dwarf star hangs in the deep starry sky, and its orange-red light is slightly low, which is also the characteristic of this type of star - it is dawdling and does not want to burn itself violently, and only uses a little hydrogen element to barely maintain itself as a star. decent.

Several mechanical guards stood at the four corners, which were rarely seen by Yang Ming.

There are three taboos in the Milky Way:

The first natural disaster, the invasion of civilization from outside the system;

The second day of disaster, the Zerg that regularly returns to the Milky Way to multiply;

The third natural disaster, the omnic crisis.

Omnics refers to intelligent machines with a fully automated weapon system. The mechanical body produces human-like consciousness and is out of the control of human society. It completes an automated closed-loop in the production, maintenance, design, and development of the omnic itself.

Not just one or two self-aware robots can be called an omnibus crisis.

During the development of civilization in the current stage of the Milky Way, there have been more than a dozen Omnic Crises, large and small, and the rise and fall of several great empires in the history of the Milky Way are closely related to the outbreak of the Omnic Crisis.

——What Yang Ming knows is only the background of the "Abyss" game, and there may be some discrepancies with the actual information of this world.

He carefully observed these mechanical guards for a while, and found that they were just 'transponders' that acted according to the instructions, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

In the corner, several strong men stared at Yang Ming viciously.

Yang Ming's gaze swept over, and these strong men invariably put their legs together, staggered their gaze, and whistled a few times.

That's it?

That's all prison gangs?

Yang Ming originally thought that there would be a big battle between himself and dozens of strong men today, but he didn't expect to defeat them in one wave.

‘Have I been getting more and more violent lately? '

However, the feeling that the physical strength is still getting stronger is really cool.

There was a parasol in the corner, and several strong men in prison uniforms were lined up, blocking Yang Ming's view; behind these strong men, there was a reclining chair and smoke curling up.

That is?

A special existence in this prison?

With his hands behind his back, Yang Ming walked towards that corner calmly like an officer inspecting work.

The guards were laughing and chatting not far away, but they just glanced at Yang Ming and immediately looked away.

Obviously, the guards will not prevent others from approaching this 'special existence'.

As Yang Ming, who was wearing the Sherman Empire military uniform, approached, the burly men acting as bodyguards were obviously a little nervous. They had heard about Yang Ming's unscathed record of one against six.

A big hand blocked Yang Ming's chest.

The eyes of the strong man who stopped Yang Ming were full of vigilance, and he said in a deep voice, "Sorry, Mr. Bailin doesn't want to be disturbed."

Pailin?

Yang Ming, who had just arrived here, didn't know what this name represented.

He's not interested in knowing either.

"Really?" Yang Ming smiled, "Then why don't you ask Bailin?"

An old laugh came from behind the strong man: "Let the imperial officer come over, he is such an interesting young man."

This old Pailin has a Mediterranean hairstyle and his face is mostly wrinkled. In the environment where the average human life span in the Milky Way is more than 120 galactic years, it is impossible to determine how old Pailin is.

When Yang Ming approached, Mr. Pailin was smoking an e-cigarette of unknown composition and drinking sparkling soda. He was wearing a loose bathrobe, revealing exuberant light-colored chest hair.

"Hello, Imperial Officer."

Old Bailin greeted with a smile:

"Forgive my faux pas, I'm old and always too lazy to move."

Yang Ming showed a little smile: "If you are a respected elder, you don't have to be too polite to a young man like me."

"Oh, is it so?"

Bailin's smile became more obvious, and he gestured to the side. A strong man brought a 'plastic' chair and placed it next to Bailin's reclining chair.

"Please sit down, young man," Bailin said with a smile, "I just wanted to deal with you, but you are a problem. I don't need to look at your file, just look at you, I know that you must be A big trouble."

Yang Ming secretly reminded himself to maintain the demeanor of an imperial soldier, and sat upright in the plastic chair.

He laughed: "To my enemies I may be a nuisance, but to my friends I must be an honest and reliable companion."

"Hahaha," Bailin suddenly turned his wrinkled face into a ball of chrysanthemums, "They said that you are a cold and ruthless killing machine, a ruthless killer trained by the empire. I didn't expect you to be so funny, hahahaha."

Yang Ming shrugged, already made a judgment in his heart.

This old Bailin should be the 'dragon head' in this prison, the kind who takes everything black and white.

What can he give himself?

Yes, intelligence.

What Yang Ming needs most now is information.

Yang Ming brought the topic back on track: "I heard from my roommate that Mr. Bailin is omnipotent in this prison?"

"This is definitely an exaggeration," Bailin said with a smile, "Of course, if you can afford the price, I can find a way to help you get some weird things. I have a little face."

Yang Ming asked: "Are all commodities measured in currency?"

"No, no, no," Bailin said with a smile, "for these mediocre guys, the currency they had before they came in is what they are worth now, and everything is clearly marked. But you are different... the salary of an imperial officer is not Many."

Yang Ming showed a smile representing poverty.

In fact, Hanton still has a lot of savings. ——It is not cheap to marry a noblewoman.

Bailin said: "You defeated six by yourself, didn't you? But you were unscathed?"

"I have learned a lot of killing skills," Yang Ming said, "If you want me to help you do this kind of thing, then forget it, teaching others will not bring me pleasure."

"Oh, young man, don't worry, doing business here is all about compromise."

Bailin squinted and smiled: "Tell me what you want first, and then I will give you my price."

"The map of Cole Harbor, the more detailed the better," Yang Ming said in a low voice.

Bailin's expression changed suddenly, he frowned at Yang Ming, and said in a low voice, "This is a bit taboo, young man."

"But you can do it, right?" Yang Ming's gaze became a little sharp.

"Today, three groups of intelligence specialists from different forces have sought you, I know this," Bailin stared at Yang Ming, "You just need to wait for your empire to pick you up, and there is no need to make extra trouble."

"Does Mr. Bailin know which batch is sent from my motherland?"

"Forgive me for being helpless," Bailin smiled wryly. "I'm just a businessman. I don't want to cause trouble. This is far beyond my ability."

"So I can't trust them," Yang Ming said, "I have to use my own way to return to the empire, and I can pay all the price except betraying the empire and sacrificing myself."

"You are actually aware of this problem. Yes, it is indeed the case. Among the three of them, at least two of them have bad intentions for you."

Bailin took a puff of the e-cigarette, and sat there for a while as if his whole body had been shut down.

Bailin said: "Although I can't give you a map, I do know that there is someone who can help you. But I can't share information for you for free. You have to do something for me. This is the rule I set."

"Time, place, target."

Yang Ming got up calmly: "You should be able to tell me this through my roommate."

"Hey, Hanton," Bailin squinted and smiled, "Is that why you trust me?"

"You will keep your promise," Yang Ming said very firmly, and before leaving, he blinked his right eye at Bailin.

Old Pailin didn't read any sexual innuendo in this blink.

He read the young man's confidence, and his unabashed menace.

‘Young people these days are so rude. '

Old Pailin shook his head with emotion, and continued to puff at the starry sky.

An hour and a half later, the group of prisoners that Yang Ming was in ended their release, and Old Pailin could continue to enjoy his leisurely afternoon here, until two meticulous guards appeared beside Old Pailin.

"The superintendent wants to see you, Mr. Bailin."

...

Of course Yang Ming didn't know who the person Bailin mentioned was, but he was willing to give it a limited try.

Yang Ming waited in his cell for two days, that fat roommate suddenly came over, and nervously whispered in Yang Ming's ear the time of midnight, the number of a cell on the same floor, and an arm.

Yang Ming nodded to show that he understood.

When this time came, a yawning guard passed by, took a card and swiped it across the electronic lock of Yang Ming's cell, and the electronic lock opened with a click.

When the guard left, Yang Ming turned over and slipped out, entering the cell with the same door open not far away.

A few muffled grunts sounded, Yang Ming went in and backed out within half a minute, walked against the wall with his head bowed, quickly returned to his cell, found a place to lie down.

Click, and the electronic lock closes itself.

Half an hour later, there were continuous screams from that cell, a large number of guards rushed over, and the fifth floor was bustling again.

The arm whose bones were crushed became a common topic in Cole Harbor Prison the next day.

The next day, Yang Ming ate a note in his breakfast.

[The sixth floor, 625, Kolev. 】