Allison has been very irritable lately.

Of course, he still performed so well in various political work and department meetings, thinking clearly, adhering to democracy, and making those veteran politicians feel very comfortable.

What made Allison irritated was the email he received earlier.

The suspected resurrection of Forerunner No. 3 made Allison feel great pressure.

Recently, he has been restraining himself from making any unnecessary actions to avoid exposing his identity.

His current technical team can be trusted, and these cronies around him have also been stamped with their thoughts and are absolutely loyal to himself and his home planet.

What Allison wants to do most right now is to fly to the Guel Alliance and catch the guy who threatened to take revenge.

This damn bastard.

They even used their respective home planets as bets to threaten them!

Of course, he had to admit that it was a bit excessive for him to strike first.

Allison leaned on the soft back seat of his luxury car, raised his hand to rub his forehead, and sighed softly.

"Boss," the middle-aged man in the co-pilot asked in a deep voice, "have you paid attention to the news about White Ghost?"

"What's new?"

"It's still the same as before," the middle-aged man said slowly, "but based on the latest speculation and part of the intelligence shared with us by the CIA, we can roughly infer that the White Ghost comes from the Kilgrove test ship, which is used to study ancient times.

Then something happened to the divine life form, and finally the experimental ship that created the humanoid ancient god Valkyrie was created."

Allison frowned.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

Alison took out an old but absolutely confidential electronic notepad from the inner pocket of his jacket and opened several documents in succession.

Valkyrie ‘Old God Life Form’ White Ghost ‘Biochemical Transformation’

He has been paying attention to these keywords recently, and suddenly found that there seemed to be some impression deep in his memory.

It was the game "Abyss" that impressed him.

Yes, yes.

Allison took out a pill bottle from his pocket, sprayed it into his mouth, and waited quietly for a few minutes.

The brain starts to become active, and messages keep popping up.

Valkyrie, the boss in the epic dungeon of a team in the imperial camp. She should be on a dilapidated scientific research ship. Her creator, Kilgrove, used all possible means to trap her in that scientific research ship, secretly

Floating on the border of the empire.

At low levels, faction battles were not enabled, and they could go there to conquer the dungeon at that time.

However, Allison does not belong to the "Combat Strategy Department". He is responsible for "Cultural Inheritance" and "Organizational Mobilization". I have only seen the dungeon introduction and cutscenes about this dungeon.

Valkyrie left that ship?

There seems to be a change that is different from the original storyline, and Allison has also created it.

Is White Ghost really another forerunner?

Allison leaned on his seat and couldn't speak for a long time.

The effects of the medicine began to wear off and his memory became blurry again. Allison quickly recorded lines of text in an electronic document.

Soon, he groaned in pain, and the side effects of the medicine began to show. He hugged his forehead with a splitting headache and curled up in the back seat.

The veteran driver and the assistant beside him frowned at this scene, but did not do anything to help.

More than ten minutes later.

"How long until the next meeting?"

Allison asked with a pale face.

"There's still half an hour, boss."

"I will rest for fifteen minutes and call me regularly. In addition, news was released on Sherman's network, saying that the white ghost is the lower life form of the Valkyrie. He may lose control at any time and grow into a cruel ancient god life form with powerful behaviors.

Star-level destructive ability.”

"Yes, boss."

"The other party has a strong ability to fight public opinion," Allison said. "Go all out, but also pay attention to confidentiality."

"yes."

Sherman Empire, in the northwest corner of the vast star field, on a heavy industry planet called Saka.

A stretched luxury car drove slowly across the muddy ground, and the heat emitted by the suspended engine quickly melted the newly frozen ground.

Yang Luo was wearing a brown coat and a felt hat. His handsome face, which belonged to Hanton, was concealed by light makeup, which made him look handsome and bookish.

The glasses on his nose are considered Dark Star’s most high-tech spy equipment today, and are his main device for communicating with Law.

026 had her short, ear-length hair tied into a full head of hair and tied it into a pair of ponytails. Her round face was full of innocence and cuteness, and her brows and eyes were always filled with inexhaustible energy.

The Dongfeng has taken a large number of mechanical guards to a remote, desolate planet to open up the White Ghost's 'exclusive base'.

Yang Luo now has almost no escape route.

The reason why we brought 026 up was also after careful consideration.

First of all, Yang Luo cannot show too much specificity and must act as an ordinary person.

026 has covered her mechanical spine with anti-detection simulated skin. Her current identity is Yang Luo's personal assistant and bodyguard. In many cases, she can also serve as Lu's intercom and Lu's connection bridge for intruding into the local area network.

Secondly, 026's adaptability to human society is much higher than that of mechanical thinking bodies and simulated robots like Dabiqi.

The luxury car slowly parked in front of a dusty pub.

There were shouts of confusion coming from the tavern.

Yang Luo glanced at 026, who immediately opened the door.

The little leather boots carefully avoided the puddles on the ground. The biting cold wind and the gravity of one point or two times the standard made her frown slightly.

When she tiptoed to the door, she peeked inside for a while, and then weakly shouted to the drunken people:
Chapter completed!