Walk alone in the abyss

The old emperor gently hugged Emilia.

Those dexterous, old hands are slowly patting Emilia's back; those old eyes are full of love and care, and the words in their mouths are also soft words:

"Edwan is really busy now. He is my best son and has to shoulder some important tasks. Our family is now facing some not serious challenges.

"Oh, my daughter, you must understand him."

Is this thing really an omnic?

Yang Ming bowed his head and kept touching his chest, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

It's not that I'm afraid of the old emperor.

With the current distance, it only takes a second or two for Yang Ming to dismantle this thing.

He was simply horrified by it.

The emperor of a country.

An emperor who ruled six administrative stars, hundreds of resource stars, and ruled billions of people.

The Sherman Empire changed it at will, directly evaporated the real old emperor, set up an omnic to preside over the overall situation here, and even deceived the subjects of a country.

Yang Ming couldn't help but daydream.

Did the old emperor die directly? Or imprisoned in the Sherman Empire?

It's kind of funny.

"Father," Emilia said with a smile, "these are two of my friends, this Captain Yang Ming rescued your daughter who went out of the palace mischievously before, and I was almost accidentally injured by the military that time."

"Oh, is it so?"

The old emperor looked at Yang Ming.

Yang Ming buried his head lower, and did not speak.

"I have an impression of you," the old emperor said with a smile. "Come in. The one here today is just an old father who came to his daughter's birthday party. You are Emilia's good friends, so don't be too restrictive."

The young people in the room answered at the same time.

Yang Ming and Windsor glanced at each other. The latter was obviously so nervous that it was difficult to breathe, but his eyes were full of excitement.

The emperor sat at the head of the long table, and the maid at the side hurriedly spread the emperor's special tablecloth forward.

Then came the formal cake-cutting and birthday greeting sessions.

Yang Ming and Windsor acted as applause tools with warm smirks.

The scene of little Amelia smiling all over her face and acting like a spoiled child to the emperor also made Yang Ming call her 'Father is kind and daughter is filial piety'.

After receiving the cake brought by the maid, Yang Ming hadn't even eaten two bites when he saw the emperor waving to him.

"Come here, Captain."

"yes!"

Yang Ming immediately put down the cake, walked quickly to the emperor, bowed his head to listen to the instruction.

"Sit down," the old emperor said with a smile, "I have read Ni's information before, you are from the Cass Federation, right?"

Yang Ming said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He obediently pulled back the chair by half a meter and sat upright.

Across the table, Emilia was lying on the edge of the table, kneeling on the chair with both legs, looking at Yang Ming with a smile at the moment, as if she was waiting for Yang Ming to make a fool of herself.

"You claim to be a bounty hunter?" The old emperor smiled even more, "Can you tell me, an old man, what bounty hunters do?"

Yang Ming raised his head and exchanged a glance with the old emperor.

The opponent's eyes were still not sharp, but Yang Ming felt a little bit of pressure.

This made Yang Ming a little annoyed.

He is a dignified carbon-based creature, a secondary ancient god life body, and a good-blooded young man on earth, but he actually feels the pressure of being seen through in front of omnics!

endured.

"I made you laugh, Your Majesty."

Yang Ming's eyes were very clear, and his voice was full of magnetism. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, and he decided to put these ideas into practice.

How about chatting with this omnic about freedom?

Yang Ming said slowly:

"At first, I didn't want to be an ordinary rich man for the rest of my life under the protection of my uncle, and live an idle life of collecting rent and fishing. That was not the life I wanted.

"I yearn for freedom, for being unconstrained, for seeing the magnificent nebula that breeds stars, for witnessing the hydrogen cloud like the wall of the universe, for seeing the death and withering of stars, for feeling the vastness of the universe, and to reflect on The insignificance of life makes me seem to be wandering."

"Oh," the old emperor chuckled, his eyes brightened, "that sounds very interesting."

"Yes, unrestrained," Yang Ming smiled, "It's just that it's not a decent job. I joined a team at that time, and I often felt that the only difference between us and the interstellar pirates was that we didn't going to rob."

"Hahaha."

The old emperor seemed to have been poked at the point of laughter.

He wondered, "Then what do you rely on for your livelihood?"

"Receive tasks and be mercenaries. Sometimes we will help some multinational groups deliver supplies, and we will also help deliver documents to places where wars are taking place, but more often, we exist directly as mercenaries."

Yang Ming paused and sighed softly:

"Before I joined the Royal Guard, I had already experienced dozens of battles, large and small. Many of my companions died in battle, but those who survived accumulated a lot of wealth."

The old emperor smiled and asked: "Then why did you choose to come to us?"

"The main reason is actually fear of death."

"Hahahaha!" The old emperor laughed even louder, "You are such an interesting guy, you actually said the cowardly behavior of being afraid of death directly! They are all used to hiding their small thoughts in their hearts, and then hypocritically say to you Some high-sounding words."

Yang Ming shrugged: "I think the instinct of living beings is to survive and avoid death. Who doesn't want to live, breathe, think, and find their own value? Of course, this is just my humble opinion. Your Majesty, you must have a richer and richer understanding of life." philosophical understanding."

The old emperor smiled and shook his head: "It's different, Captain...Yang Ming, right? Your name is a bit of a mouthful, but it's easier for people to remember. I remember you, Yang Ming."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Ming's mouth, and the smugness flashed across his brows.

—He did it on purpose.

The old emperor changed his voice: "Then why did you come to this country? Especially in this precarious moment. You must know that my lifespan is only a few years away. The new Federation wants to send my family to the gallows. They They are still lurking in every corner, using their technological advantages to destroy this peaceful country."

Yang Ming felt that the eyes of all the people in the hall gathered towards him.

He understands that the next answer is very important to his development in Ilanduo.

Regardless of whether the old man in front of him is an omnic or a carbon-based life, he is the incarnation of the will of the empire, the master of Ilanduo, and has the power of life and death above the law.

Yang Ming said slowly: "I am an opportunist in my bones, but I will abide by the restrictions of morality and law."

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

"It's a risky investment for me to come to Luofeng."

Yang Ming smiled and said:

"The unstable political situation shows that there are many opportunities here, and the competition of various forces shows that there is enough wealth hidden here. For this reason, I persuaded my uncle, which is also for me to have a good starting point.

"Being a businessman is the most boring option. I want power, I want status, and I want fame that can influence other people.

"That's why I came here to seek noble status in the Luofeng Empire.

"I choose to support the royal family because the royal family has a strong enough heritage."

The old emperor's eyes became much sharper: "You lied, young man."

Yang Ming suddenly made up his mind.

He looked at the old emperor.

The old emperor said indifferently: "You choose to support the royal family, not because of the so-called background."

"Yes," Yang Ming slowed down his speech so that he had more opportunities to think, "I chose to support the royal family because of the Sherman Empire behind the royal family. I have intuitively felt its power and dominance. As long as the new federation dare not Using the Legion to fight against the Sherman Empire, this kind of secret service of spies is not enough to challenge Sherman."

The old emperor smiled noncommittally:

"You are still too young. The military is just an extension of politics. The Sherman Empire has been suffering in recent years. This is an undeniable fact."

With that said, the old emperor slowly stood up.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you today and we can continue our small talk while you are on duty.

"The present time belongs to my daughter, I am an old man here, I am afraid you are afraid to laugh out loud, go back.

"Have fun, Emilia."

"Thank you, Father," Emilia gracefully raised her skirt and bowed her body. "In this field, my daughter will definitely not let you down."

"Oh hehehe," the old emperor was obviously in a good mood, and left the table with a smile.

A group of maids and guards quickly followed, and the mechanical guards outside the door also set up an escort array.

When the old emperor just left...

All the young people in the room let out a sigh of relief, then looked at each other a few times and laughed out loud.

"Hey!"

Miss Windsor slapped Yang Ming's arm lightly, staring at Yang Ming with burning eyes:

"You haven't told me about these interesting pasts!"

"Want to hear it?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

"Of course," she held her cheek with her right hand, her eyes were bright, "I want to know more about you."

"Going to have a drink tonight?" Yang Ming whispered next to her ear, "We can talk all night."

Windsor bit her lower lip lightly, and said in a low voice: "Then I'll tell Dad in advance, I might go back later tonight."

Yang Ming's heart felt hot.

She said yes.

...

At 6:30 p.m., the night show where 026 works, the public restroom.

Yang Ming turned the water flow to the maximum, turned on the shielding device he carried with him, and whispered to his watch.

"Lun, have you collected the material?"

"Yes, boss, I felt the thought signal of the old emperor's omnic at close range."

"Give me a report as soon as possible. I need to know which keyword he mentioned when I mentioned it, and his thinking signal has changed significantly."

"Looking at it now, it's freedom, adventure, Sherman... I will make detailed statistics. The boss remembers to take safety measures, and your biological factors cannot be easily leaked."

"Got it, my nagging life assistant."

Yang Ming put down his watch, took off the earphones hidden in his ear holes, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled a bit.

It's going to be a wonderful night.

Yang Ming turned his head and looked at his buttocks, shaking it slightly, and with the drumbeat coming from outside the door, his body gradually relaxed.

This nightclub was chosen by Windsor, because 026 mentioned that she worked here, and Windsor wanted to see 026's working status. ——They had added social software friends at the home of the old economics professor, and they seemed to have been in contact with ordinary friends in the follow-up.

Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom and looked at the corner under his cover. 026 was talking to Windsor. Both of them drank some wine and laughed happily.

Yang Ming is a little envious of 026's current living conditions.

While she's not yet off the drug, it's nice to have some momentum in her life.

There was a figure shaking behind him.

"Um?"

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows.

Two strong men appeared in front of them, they were all in ordinary attire, jeans, leather jackets, or flowered shirts, and big pants, but their eyes were a bit unkind, and they were staring at Yang Ming closely.

The third prince's thug?

Yang Ming glanced at Windsor from the corner of his eyes, and the two female bodyguards who were hiding in the dark had also become vigilant at this moment.

Four people surrounded Yang Ming.

Yang Ming smiled, raised his hand and loosened the tie.

"fight?"

The other party did not respond, and suddenly pulled out a half-meter-long electric baton from behind, and slammed Yang Ming on the shoulder.

Bang, bang, bang!

The muffled sounds seem to blend perfectly with the drum beats.

Yang Ming stepped out of the shadow calmly, wiped the blood on his hands, and behind him were four curled up and twitching figures.

"Ming? What's wrong?" Windsor asked with concern.

"Windsor, you go home first, the two of you come out to escort Windsor," Yang Ming said directly to the hiding place of the bodyguard, "026 goes back to work, hide carefully, and remember to tell Kalumi, before I wake up tomorrow, put Send me the details of these people who are doing trouble in her territory, otherwise I will find her in person."

"Okay, okay Mr. Yang Ming!"

"Ming!" Windsor shouted nervously.

There seemed to be more black shadows surging around.

Yang Ming smiled at Windsor: "Leave first, okay? I don't want you to see me commit violence."

Windsor's eyelids trembled slightly. Before she could speak, two female bodyguards stood in front of her and quickly called for support.

But behind Yang Ming, two black shadows rushed out, they carried electric batons and metal rods, aimed at the back of Yang Ming's head and smashed them violently.

Yang Ming turned over and swept his legs, and the two figures flew upside down in response.

There were bursts of screams around, and the two DJs on the control stage were stunned for a moment, and immediately changed to a song with a tighter rhythm.

Yang Ming stooped and grabbed a metal rod that had fallen by his feet, and tried the strength casually, to determine how much strength he would use so as not to directly kill someone.

There were dark shadows in front of him, and someone touched his bulging lower back.

There was an unknown fire in Yang Ming's heart.

Made!

These dogs of the third prince really know how to pick their timing!

His romantic...

Whoosh!

There was a sudden sound of breaking through the air from behind, and a delicate small bag hit Yang Ming's head. Yang Ming turned his head and stared. Miss Windsor, who was carrying two high-heeled shoes, blinked and smiled guiltyly.

She wants to help...

A figure rushed out ahead.

Two high-heeled shoes passed by Yang Ming, and hit the rushing figure, causing a little damage.

Yang Ming ran up and accelerated, and the metal rod made a whining sound.

He decided to give the energy he prepared in advance to these low-level thugs.

It will be on the shelves on the 1st... It's time to catch up... The unlucky years are about to belong to me.