"Very good, the next trial will be held in two months, and you will have two months of prison experience."

Yang Ming calmly raised his fists, with the palms of his fists facing himself, and his two middle fingers popped out neatly.

He also did not expect that this international greeting method originating from the earth would also be used in pan-galactic civilizations.

The female inquisitor's face turned green with anger.

…

On the way to the prison, Yang Ming heard a piece of news that was half good and half bad.

Except for him, all the 'refugees' brought back by Humanity have been released.

In other words, those in white coats who participated in the experiment were not at fault, and he, the third officer responsible for repairing the fire pipes, became the scapegoat.

Sure enough, the hypocritical Federation and the evil Empire go hand in hand, and the two largest forces in the galaxy are rogues!

This also reflects that the empire currently does not know that Hanton has been transformed.

However, is there any data left on Kilgrove’s scientific research ship? Or a similar ‘cloud data’ backup? Will Dr. Lina betray him?

In Yang Ming's view, these are uncontrollable hidden dangers.

The escort vehicle was a fully enclosed structure, which gave Yang Ming no chance to see the unique metal buildings of Cole Harbor.

He carefully looked at the layout of the car. He was confident that he would beat the four escorts in front of him into concussions before they could react, then kicked the door open and walked away.

But what next?

Is there a map of this city?

Is there a way out of this port city?

How strong is the defense system here?

No matter how powerful this body is, can it withstand a naval gun?

It's impossible. The incomplete Valkyrie can't block the particle cannon bombardment of the old-fashioned mecha. Let alone the naval cannon, if you are locked by the guard cannon, you will be dead.

Not to mention, the ancient god's life form that provided modified genes to the Valkyrie also died under the gunfire of the empire's powerful fleet.

This is the age of galactic navigation with starships and cannons.

His individual combat capabilities can only be used to his advantage in a small area. Of course, if he is allowed to enter the starship, the situation will naturally be different.

Yang Ming concentrated on thinking about the way forward and did not pay too much attention to the changes in the environment.

He walked out of the escort vehicle in shackles, calmly walked into the simple gate of the suspected cultural relic, and was taken over by a team of guards in black uniforms.

The captain of the guard escorting Yang Ming whispered a few words to the prison guard.

Yang Ming's ears twitched slightly and he easily captured a few key words:

[Evil Imperial Soldier], [Special Care], [The interrogator needs him to suffer some pain to cope with the next work].

Yang Ming smiled inwardly, not taking this seriously at all.

So, a few minutes later.

Several guards opened Yang Ming's shackles and pushed him into a somewhat crowded mixed cell.

Seven or eight strong men who were pounding the iron turned their heads and looked over. After seeing Yang Ming's handsome face, their expressions suddenly changed subtly.

"Give him a welcome ceremony!"

The guards' whistles came from outside the cell, and they quickly left the 'crime scene'.

Yang Ming ignored these useless muscular men and walked to a corner by himself.

For Yang Ming now, nothing is more important than planning for the future.

"Hey, brother," several strong men slowly gathered around, "newcomers need to undergo an in-depth physical examination before moving in. I need to take off all your clothes."

Yang Ming slowly raised his head.

"Are you sure?"

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Chapter completed!