Walk alone in the abyss

Lv's announcement echoed in Yang Ming's ears.

"The location of the entrance to the opponent's base has been determined, and the camouflage building has been locked."

"The stealth boat in the tail compartment is ready."

"Boss, the assault plan has not been completed yet, we cannot enter the base without alerting the other party."

"When making a plan, add mind control skills."

Yang Ming's voice was a little cold.

Ritsu in the thinking space froze for a moment.

She naturally knew that Yang Ming hated to use mind control to manipulate ordinary people in his bones, and he rarely used this ability.

But this time, Yang Ming has flexibly removed the bottom line, which shows that...the boss doesn't want to have any reservations about this CIA's senior agent training base, she found it after hard work tracking down hundreds of thousands of new federal agents This base is about to welcome the cordial greetings from the white ghost.

"Yes, boss, the assault plan is being reset...plan confirmed."

"Hand over the command, and I will ask you to command."

"Understood, please go to the stern cabin and enter the adsorption miniature assault craft. After half an hour, a merchant ship will pass through the target airspace. That is our only chance to bypass the opponent's planetary defense system and approach the surface."

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

For the sake of camouflage, he did not wear the conspicuous white ghost suit, but changed into ordinary clothes, put on a peaked cap, and applied a layer of camouflage projection on his face with special equipment.

"Law, pay attention to their escape route. If a spaceship rushes out, destroy it with the main gun."

"yes."

Yang Ming lowered his head and got into the assault boat that was only about one person tall, curled up and hugged himself into a ball to fit into the narrow cockpit.

Half an hour later, an ordinary merchant ship completed the jump and slowly sailed towards this beautiful agricultural star.

The assault begins.

The narrow assault boat silently slid into the deep space.

...

Charlie Guzman sat quietly in the comfortable and spacious suspended leather chair, observing the scenery inside and outside the base with the sliding of his fingers.

He is the senior inspector of this Y02 training base, barely a regular third-in-command position.

For Charlie, it was the perfect job.

There is no need to fly around the galaxy like most of his contemporaneous agents who have 'disappeared', to perform all kinds of hard and dangerous tasks;

There is no need to flatter your superiors and engage in office politics.

He only needs to stare at every corner of the base here every day, and occasionally act as a "value lecturer" to instill a little dark concept to those energetic young people, and realize his important value in the organization.

Charlie likes this kind of class best.

He likes to see the light in the eyes of those young people gradually disappear, and the confident smiles on their mouths turn bitter, but he has to admit that they are about to become the government's killing machine.

He opens the lessons with the same opening paragraph each time:

"Presumably everyone already knows what kind of fate you are about to face. The fact that you can sit here means that you have personally terminated the lives of one or more human beings.

"Everyone, from now on, I hope you will give up your childish and weak personal morality, and obey the will of the country and nation.

"You will get your body dirty at the base. One of the courses you will attend next will be the experience of degenerate desire. Both men and women will have it. You must give up the so-called shame, sympathy, common emotions, and cowardice in your bones. There will be 60% to 70% of the people who will be able to complete the two-and-a-half-year course and leave this base.

"Why? Surprised, isn't it? I think our great democratic country has such a dark side.

"Actually, if a political system wants to develop steadily, it must do whatever it takes. While a glamorous appearance is important, the core strength inside must also be sufficient. And we, a sharp knife of democracy, hide in the shadows and stab those who are truly evil. country to preserve the superior life of our citizens in this country.

"The privileged class in the empire is the nobles, and here, you who will survive in the future are the real privileged class."

Charlie was perfectly content with this customary monologue.

Because the information in it is his most sincere warning.

Most of the agents sent to this base were not voluntary.

In the name of selecting special forces, the CIA will give them high benefits, trick them into coming here, and maintain a balanced ratio of men and women.

Here, they will learn all kinds of professional knowledge, learn how to use various weapons, and how to fly small aircraft, as well as a series of interesting elective courses, such as poisoning, seduction, war psychology, and how to control intelligence. line, wait.

Charlie glanced at the clock, picked up the coffee cup with his orchid fingers, and took a sip.

An operator in the monitoring room on the side smiled and asked, "Boss, is it almost time? Hehe."

"Put away your wretched look, it's not elegant at all."

"Today is a good day, boss, we have never seen the world."

Charlie snorted, and then used his recently fat fingers to gently slide the semicircular touch switch on the armrest of the chair, as if touching his lover's smooth skin.

A picture appeared on the front projection screen.

More than a dozen naked young female agents are being hung upside down at the moment, undergoing anti-interrogation training.

The white body looked like a white strip hanging upside down, making Charlie, who had seen too many such scenes, somewhat disgusted.

But these wretched guys around have already started to discuss cheerfully.

Charlie scolded: "You bastards, don't do disgusting things here! Go find some mistresses if you have the ability!"

"Hey, isn't it because they are afraid of being killed by them as a graduation assassination target?"

"Boss, we are not you. Our salary is too low to support these little bastards."

"The high-level talents we have cultivated can mobilize various resources in every corner of the galaxy, and they don't look down on us at all."

"It's good to have self-knowledge," Charlie said calmly, keeping the projection in front of him, and he continued to slide the button in his hand like a routine, browsing through several important areas.

In fact, he prefers to watch the pictures of the male students next door being trained. The strong muscles, smooth body lines, and the physical capital of the rich women who will conquer the galaxy in the future are so charming.

Of course, Charlie couldn't let his obsession be known.

He is the inspector, the third in command of the base.

The most important observation area is the lowest level where felons are held for these agents to practice killing skills.

Because the prisoners there had taken too many genetic drugs, they all looked like beasts, and if a few escaped, they would cause a small commotion.

Secondly, the area that needs to be watched the most is the experimental cabin group of the training base.

Various types of drugs are stored there, including but not limited to various types of poisons, and there is even a 'zombie' gas that can induce genetic mutations in ordinary people and make people irrational.

That thing had caused riots in a small area before, a city was infected with poisonous gas and turned into an army of zombies, and then... there was no more.

Charlie has seen the video of that incident. Millions of out-of-control people were wiped out by dozens of attack airships, and they were killed and injured within a few hours.

Since then, Charlie has lost the slightest interest in the so-called "dead siege" movies. Those guys don't understand the weapon system of the interstellar era, how far it has developed...

"Um?"

Charlie frowned suddenly, and the screen that had just slid past turned back again.

"What's the matter with the surface sentry? Which team is on duty today? Why is there no one in the bar! Hey! You guys! Are you all dirty maggots in your brains!"

Charlie turned off the big screen at the front, and the images of those female agents disappeared in an instant.

"Boss! Why are you shutting it down!"

Charlie cursed: "Go back to your post! Where did the sentry on the ground go!"

More than a dozen people were stunned for a moment, each looked at the monitoring position they were in charge of, immediately put away their hippie smiles, and rushed back to their seats.

They called up the real-time images of the ground sentry and the only entrance and exit of the base - the large elevator.

Eight men and women dressed as bartenders and waiters stood in the downward elevator at the same time, chatting and laughing with the people around them, and seemed to have no problem.

"Boss! They are in the passage! It seems that there is something wrong with the handover post!"

Charlie pressed a few buttons, and his voice appeared in the elevator: "Why did you leave the guard post without authorization?"

A middle-aged man immediately said: "Oh, it's Inspector Charlie, our post time is over."

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon on this planet, and your duty time is until seven o'clock in the evening! You tell me that the current duty time is over?" Charlie scolded, "Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my watch ?”

"But, the news we got just now is that the duty is over... You see."

The man raised the access terminal in his hand.

There are blurred writing on it.

Charlie frowned and stared for a few moments, then cursed: "Leave it alone! The outer guard post cannot be short of people! Go back right now!"

"Okay, Inspector Charlie, there may be a problem with the system."

The middle-aged man shrugged helplessly:

"Don't worry, there won't be any accidents, when we came down, we even locked the door of the bar.

"Who would have thought that the entrance to our training base is under a bar wine cellar?

"We'll be at the bottom right away. When the elevator reaches the bottom, we'll go up immediately. It won't take a few minutes."

Charlie Guzman was acutely aware that something was amiss.

The others were all bowing their heads, still joking, as if they... didn't care about the reprimand from him, the inspector.

Charlie looked up at the monitoring on the surface. Being cautious, he clicked the rarely used back button, and returned the screen to a few minutes ago. He saw these guys closing the bar door with a "joke and laugh" and walked to wine cellar.

No, we have to move forward.

Charlie slid the back button again, and retreated to the position marked as 'guest' by the system.

A man wearing a peaked cap walked into the bar with his head down, and went straight to the bar counter, looking down as he was thinking about something.

Then, a light red halo spread around him, and the eight old agents in various parts of the bar froze in place, then lowered their heads and continued to work, while the 'bartender' took the man to the bathroom.

etc!

Light red halo?

In the fast-playing scene, only the 'bartender' walked out of the bathroom, but he just walked forward with his head down.

This is, this is!

Charlie had difficulty breathing. He stood up abruptly, staring at the man in the elevator in front of him who was wearing the bartender's clothes. The man was turning his head slowly, and stopped chatting with the woman beside him. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. .

Ding!

The elevator door opened slowly.

With the delay just now, this elevator with self-destruct function has reached the bottom!

The seven agents in the rear suddenly pulled out their laser pistols, and shot wildly at the dozen or so guards outside the elevator who hadn't reacted yet.

And the man in the bartender's suit swooped forward and rushed out of the elevator door.

"damn it!"

Charlie roared: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's the white ghost! It's the ghost of the empire!"

The inspector immediately exercised the highest security authority and was about to forcibly close the elevator cabin to trap the seven mind-controlled agents, but a fire suddenly flashed in the screen, and the violent explosion destroyed all equipment inside and outside the elevator.

Without Inspector Charlie pressing his switch, the shrill siren resounded throughout the base!

...

Run forward, sprint.

Yang Ming's body exploded at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary biochemical transformation fighters, and he shuttled through the silver-white corridor at extreme speed.

He hasn't used a weapon yet, and the backpack on his back is bulging, storing various 'equipment' that he will use next.

The guards who appeared in front of him were directly knocked away by him, and the shadows flew everywhere they passed.

Those soaring lasers couldn't break through the laser film around him.

In front of Yang Ming's left eye is the main structure of the entire base, and he calculated the shortest distance he could rush to the main control room of the base.

Law has already begun to invade the base's control system, those wall-mounted weapons quickly failed, and the safety gate that was supposed to fall stopped falling.

A large number of well-armed guards appeared in front of them.

The reaction speed of the other party is not slow.

Yang Ming took out two large-caliber laser pistols from the edge of the backpack with his backhand. This is the most time-saving and labor-saving way to kill people.

Yang Ming's momentum faltered, and his figure seemed to be flying close to the ground, stepping on the wall, swinging sideways, controlling mental power, and semi-automatically firing in one go.

When he ran past these guards, there were guards with scorched blood holes on his head, and his body hadn't hit the ground yet.

There is no hindrance, because no one can hinder.

There was no resistance because the other party's resistance was completely worthless in Yang Ming's eyes.

He only has this chance. After this attack, the CIA will inevitably replace other bases and repair the loopholes in the intelligence system.

Therefore, Yang Ming didn't think of letting anyone here go this time.

"Boss, it has been confirmed that the other party's central control system has a self-destruct device!"

Yang Ming turned around suddenly, broke into the elevator shaft beside him and fell rapidly, tearing open the elevator door of the central control floor with his bare hands.

The laser light outside the door came like rain.

Yang Ming didn't dodge at all, a thick blood-red light film erupted all over his body, the power of the ancient gods swelled and surged in every cell of him, and finally turned into a wave gushing out!

He slammed down with a punch, and the hundreds of guards and agents in front flew backwards as if they had been hit hard. The protective equipment on their bodies was still there, but their faces began to twist rapidly.

Mental shock!

Destroy the same layer!

Yang Ming raised his head and looked towards the area where the control room was located. In his falcon-like eyes, there was ice-coldness, anger, and a desire to kill that he hadn't deliberately suppressed.

Levitate, move forward.

Those mechanical guards who had been controlled by Law began to turn their guns on the human soldiers they were supposed to obey.

Those agents who tried to resist Yang Ming with their weakened and modified strength would be defeated by waves of invisible mental shocks if they couldn't get close to Yang Ming's body.

He is like a demon walking in scarlet, crushing everything in sight!

five minutes later.

A certain remote farmland on this agricultural planet is separated towards the left and right, and the soil and water are falling towards the entrance and exit of the dock like the mouth of the abyss below. Many farmers who are manipulating the mechanical labor are looking up at the emergency launch. The new Federation transport ship.

However, less than ten seconds after the transport ship took off, a beam of red light bloomed from the ground, and a figure rose into the sky, chasing the spaceship.

There was a violent flash of light in the dock that was too late to close.

The ground began to shake, a huge mushroom cloud rose up, and half of the agricultural star's power supply was directly paralyzed.

Fifteen minutes later, the figure wrapped in the red light disappeared, as if giving up on chasing the transport ship.

At the bridge of the transport ship, Inspector Charlie let out a long sigh of relief.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, and he might not be able to escape.

That horrible white ghost, that perverted bastard, he could find the location of the CIA training base, it's unimaginable.

The White Ghost has a technical team stronger than their new federal cybersecurity force?

This is impossible, this does not conform to their consistent perception of the technological strength of the countries in the galaxy!

Now, the CIA headquarters has learned that they were attacked... Charlie turned his head to look at the high-level officers behind him, as well as more than a dozen smart agents, and decided to have a good chat with them to relieve himself of some of the responsibilities that he might have to bear.

"us……"

"Boss! Outside, outside!"

Charlie's bloated body turned back at incredible speed, looking out of the bridge window.

The transport ship is climbing rapidly upwards.

The anxious voice of his subordinates made Charlie think that he would see the terrifying ghost that could hover and fly, but what Charlie didn't expect was that what filled his pupils was an oval flat cannon muzzle, and The bright light that blooms inside.

This is, the ancient technology ship of the ghost...

Charlie raised his hand to straighten his collar, and suddenly laughed, his figure was instantly evaporated in the hot light.