Abyss Solo-Chapter 554 - 243 Threats from the Edge of the Galaxy_2

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Chapter 554: 243 Threats from the Edge of the Galaxy_2

Catherine said calmly, "Even if the Empire changes an Emperor, 99.9% of the people wouldn’t feel a thing."

"Uh, that’s quite a rebellious statement," Yang Ming laughed. "Are the supermodified people indifferent to the Emperor? Don’t worry, I’ve hacked into this car’s onboard system, so it’s safe to chat here."

Catherine said, "We are loyal to a regime, and no one has asked us to be loyal to the Emperor; however, we do have to respect the Emperor."

Yang Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

"May I ask, what is the institution that created the supermodified people?"

"The Experiment Institute, the Empire’s Ninth Research Institute, specializing in dimensional augmentation experiments on human bodies," Catherine said. "With your current access level, you can easily get this information on the supermodified people’s internal network."

Yang Ming said puzzled, "Don’t they require you to respect the Emperor?"

"We only respect the experiments and are only loyal to the Empire," Catherine corrected. "The Emperor is the highest manager of the Empire."

Yang Ming was slightly confused by this.

Was it intentional by the supermodified organization?

In Hanton’s memory, Yang Ming saw the brainwashing education of the Imperial Military, which was the standard ’royal power is supreme,’ ’if the sovereign wishes you to die, you must die,’ ’swear to be loyal to the Emperor.’

Catherine asked, "Are you worried that someone in the higher-ups of the supermodified organization harbors ill intentions towards the Emperor?"

"What do you think?"

"No transformed people can enter the Emperor Star," Catherine said, "what you’re considering is all meaningless."

"Is that so?" Yang Ming laughed. "Then where is the site for the dimensional augmentation experiment for the supermodified people?"

"This is confidential, and I am not aware of it."

"Okay," Yang Ming pulled himself together as the hovercar began to slow down, heading towards the parking garage ahead. "We’re home."

Catherine patted her cheeks, lightly pursed her lips, and said proactively, "Be a bit more lively later; I wouldn’t want to end up in an awkward situation like you."

"If any gifts are received, let’s split the cash equivalent."

"Those are earned by my skills, why should I split half with you?"

Catherine smiled smugly, inspecting herself in the reflection of the projection screen, and stuffed the golden mask into her coat pocket.

For now, she ignored her personal discipline.

...

The Free Federation’s Head Star.

The visiting delegation of the New Federation’s House of Representatives had just landed. A dozen members of parliament took a small military vessel directly to the venue for the welcome ceremony.

Congressman Allison, a middle-aged man, was currently sitting in a corner, chatting quietly with two elderly acquaintances.

His watch vibrated lightly; Allison displayed a slightly apologetic smile. The two elders gestured for him to go ahead as they continued discussing the young people within the party.

Allison turned on privacy reading mode, and upon seeing the message from his subordinate, he smiled slightly.

"Boss, we’ve made contact with the Fourth Pioneer, but won’t this be a bit troublesome? Your identity cannot be revealed, especially now when the White Ghost and the Empire are growing closer."

Allison calmly replied with two lines of text.

"The one making contact is a Federation Member, so what does it have to do with the game between the Pioneers and Faya?"

"Yes, boss, we might have been a bit prejudiced, but you still need to be careful; the other party’s mental state is somewhat unstable."

"As long as he doesn’t know it was me who messed with him last time, there won’t be any problem."

"For the sake of your home star standing tall in the Galaxy."

Allison squinted with a smile, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

Mental branding, quite an impressive primitive technology.

...

Midnight.

Yang Ming lay on the ’familiar’ large bed in the bedroom, taking several deep breaths with closed eyes.

The feeling of coming home was warm, and the house full of relatives almost brought him to tears.

It really made him tear up.

Yang Ming didn’t know why, he could only attribute it to Hanton’s residual consciousness affecting this body. When he knocked on the ’family door,’ seeing Hanton’s parents, a wave of sourness, peace, excitement, and other emotions welled up inside him.

The parents were equally emotional.

Having received a notification of their son’s death several years ago, seeing their resurrected loved one reduced them to tears on the spot.

There was no White Ghost, no hero.

At least in the eyes of this middle-aged couple, there was only a son in the military named Hanton. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

In a mix of emotions, Yang Ming’s eyes turned red, and the call of "mom and dad" was filled with emotion.

Of course, beyond this seemingly smooth homecoming, there were many ’side stories.’

For example, over a hundred Military Intelligence Bureau agents had moved into the neighborhood to protect the White Ghost’s relatives; this area was already a high-class neighborhood, and security had recently been enhanced by several levels.

In response to the White Ghost’s ’identity’ being exposed, the Military Intelligence Bureau quickly reacted, securing the White Ghost’s family at the first moment.

They had also recently captured more than a dozen spies from different countries in the vicinity of this neighborhood.

Buzz, buzz.

Yang Ming pulled out the shell-shaped communicator from his jacket pocket, activated the hover function, and the shell floated by his hand with a simple projection screen displaying Catherine’s message.

[Catherine (Team Leader): How does it feel? Isn’t it great? I actually got to see you cry, this trip was worth it.]

[Hui (Ghost · That Man): Did I cry? It was just my tear glands going out of control, how was dinner tonight?]

[Catherine (Team Leader): I prefer the dishes made by Aunt over those provided by the Military Intelligence Bureau previously. I really envy you having a complete family; it’s unimaginable, what exactly did you sacrifice to gain such immense power?]

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