Abyss Solo-Chapter 557 - 244 High Tide Incoming_2

"Many times, the matters His Majesty is too lazy to manage are decided by the Archbishop’s words.

"Our Military Intelligence Bureau is directly under the Military Department."

(Note: This appeared during Admiral Thomas’s interrogation, illustrating the power distribution among the higher ranks of the Empire.)

Yang Ming pondered carefully.

He had, of course, investigated this Holy Church and heard about it in the "Abyss," but Lyu had never gathered any effective information.

"You’re very concerned about this, aren’t you?"

"Yes," Yang Ming smiled, "my current life goal is to become a Great Noble of the Empire."

"Oh? That’s rather tricky," Atro said earnestly, "The Empire has clear laws prohibiting transformed people from holding positions in the government and military, so they can’t obtain military ranks, and only relying on influence to build a reputation limits the titles they can receive."

Yang Ming smiled, "Thank you, that’s just my goal to strive for. Maybe someday it’ll come true."

"Of course, that’s certainly possible, oh, I mean... Hanton, you’re a miracle creator yourself."

"All right, Colonel, we don’t need to be hypocritically polite between us," Yang Ming said slowly, "What we need is to help each other... I’ve already sent the dynamic password, take a careful look. There’s no need to explain the source of this intelligence, I’ve been on the screen too many times lately."

"Business is business, and personal matters are personal matters."

Atro said seriously, "Thank you again for your trust in the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Yang Ming hung up the communication with a smile.

Chatting with this guy really made him feel relaxed.

He chose to sell this favor to the Military Intelligence Bureau because of its influence within the Empire.

This thing is the Milky Way’s version of the ’Embroidered Uniform Guards.’

On the other end, Atro looked at the automatically unlocked document, which turned out to be a thesis when opened.

He wasn’t particularly adept at reading such things, but he chose to endure and read it carefully this time.

After a dozen minutes, Atro sat there quietly, his mouth slightly open, but no sound came out.

[In the existing history of the Milky Way, no more than sixty or seventy Insect Swarms have been continuously exterminated within a decade, but the New Federation’s breeding swarm plan and the Empire’s speed in eradicating swarms have led to this phenomenon.]

[Several high-rank Insect Swarms exist at the edge of the Milky Way, constantly absorbing Constant Star Energy to prepare for self-elevation.]

[The number of Mother Worms exterminated by the Empire is about to reach a red line, and touching this red line will result in a comprehensive retaliation from the outer swarms against the Empire.]

[The life level of the Space Worm Clan surpasses that of ordinary humans, so do not underestimate their biological connections.]

[They could reach the red line at any time.]

Insect Race, comprehensive retaliation?

Atro grabbed his dedicated communicator, inexplicably sweating slightly from his forehead, and quickly dialed a top-priority number.

"Hello, Uncle Three."

...

The next day at noon.

Yang Ming, who had slept in, took out the portable Genetic Stabilizer Pills, putting them into his mouth like candy and swallowing them.

He opened the bedroom door; the house was silent.

Yesterday’s relatives left no trace, as if last night’s sumptuous dinner party was a fake bustle.

Captain Catherine had gone shopping with Hanton’s mother, who wanted to give Catherine some jewelry.

Hanton’s family was actually quite well-off, with cozy and luxurious interior decorations. This large flat’s living area was two to three hundred square meters, which was quite respectable in this small area outside the Emperor Star Circle.

It was much wealthier than the Godoy family.

"Ahem, awake?"

A deep and deliberately softened voice came from behind.

Yang Ming turned around and saw the middle-aged man in pajamas, Hanton’s father.

Hanton seemed carved from the same mold as this uncle, with a similar appearance and temperament. In fact, Hanton’s father had also served in the military and chose to do some small business after leaving the army.

Hanton had grown up under the guidance of this middle-aged man, eventually becoming an ambitious, proactive, and loyal young man to the Empire.

Having not seen each other for years, things had changed. Hanton’s father was somewhat uneasy, avoiding eye contact with Yang Ming and fiddling with the tea bag in his hands.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Anything is fine," Yang Ming said, with his hands in his pockets as he walked over.

"Well, have a seat. Let’s have a good chat."

Hanton’s father skillfully brewed a pot of tea, glanced at Yang Ming, and looked toward the semi-fixed projection wall on the side.

It was a photo wall, showcasing Hanton’s growth from childhood to adulthood.

"How have you been these past few years?"

Hanton’s father asked softly and then showed a bitter smile:

"Look at what I’m asking. You’ve likely endured a lot of hardship and suffering... I have seen those online videos and various analysis materials.

"Unexpectedly, my son could one day become a great hero of the Empire, saving countless lives of the Empire, bravely fighting the Insect Race, and reporting so many corrupt officials.

"I’m proud of you... if that’s what you need."

Yang Ming smiled, "Of course I need it. I value these things."

"That’s good," Hanton’s father rubbed his nose and took a sip of hot tea, "Do you still resent the Empire?"

"A little."

"Really, you shouldn’t harbor resentment, child," Hanton’s father sighed, "We can’t change those individuals who tarnish the Empire’s honor and reputation. We live in this country and enjoy the protection of the Empire for a stable life..."

Yang Ming asked, "Did the staff from the Military Intelligence Bureau tell you to say this?"

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