Chapter 303 The show begins!

【Elder Pison is missing.】

[His personal guard did not leave anyone alive. It may have been the work of a super-cyber. The scene was very bloody. Elder Pison should not be dead. We should have just arrived two minutes late and are checking all suspicious pedestrians monitored at intersections.]

[Please sort out everything and report it immediately to His Majesty, Your Majesty, and ask Your Majesty to make a decision.]

clatter.

Yang Ming closed the pendant's projection screen.

He leaned in the back seat of the police car and turned to look at Elder Pison, who was already incontinent.

This was the first time that he tried the kind of 'spiritual hallucination' that Bligh mentioned, constructing some warm and healing illusions for Elder Pisson, but unexpectedly he saw the old gentleman's embarrassment.

Not elegant, really not elegant.

Fortunately, this police car is not his.

At this moment, the police car is parked in the warehouse at the edge of the logistics module. The warehouse is full of used vehicles. Several guards at the door are lying on chairs and falling asleep at the moment.

Catherine suddenly clenched her fists.

Yang Ming glanced at the spare watch at hand. The number displayed on the dial jumped from '99%' to '100%', and then a text message popped up:

[Law: The information has been received and the combat plan can be launched at any time.]

Without warning, things turned into chaos.

"This patrol mission is meaningless. The Emperor Star does not need modified humans like us to operate."

She didn't speak for a long time.

It's simply not worth it!

Two galactic hours later.

Elder Pison cannot be captured in vain.

If it wasn't the Presbytery that did it, then who was going to blow him up?

Two minutes later, Yang Ming opened the door, put on a police uniform in the car, pushed the police car to the corner of the warehouse, swinging the pendant in his hand, thinking about what to do next.

The four team members gave a few uneasy warnings, then quickly left the room and closed the door.

The old emperor had incriminating evidence of the Presbyterian House, but did not want to use it directly. Apparently he did not want a major earthquake in the Presbyterian House to trigger violent political turmoil in the empire.

The clock is made of alloy.

"Come here first, don't be discovered... What's wrong? My communicator is broken. I'm afraid you'll be worried. I'll come back first to make sure you're safe and get a spare communicator..."

Yang Ming stood quietly for a while, then laughed dumbly, covering his neck and shaking his head, thinking about the next plan in his heart.

Yes, this old man is already on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"You, what did you do to me! I am His Majesty's man!"

Ding ding!

…

It's not worth it!

A famous elder was gathering there.

…

Catherine took a deep breath and slowly looked down at her palm prints.

Ding, ding!

The great elder sighed.

Catherine breathed out softly: "Get ready to go."

Moreover, the political foundation of the empire and the possibility of a military government being born are almost zero.

Not the Council of Elders, not the emperor, not the military, mysterious anonymous reminders, dead soldiers who did not follow the orders of the Council of Elders...

Yang Ming opened the pendant's logout interface, logged out his own permissions, and let the password interface appear on the pendant's projection screen.

"It should be an order for all super-modifiers."

Hanyin held the pendant, feeling the remaining warmth on it, and her pretty face suddenly turned pale.

Catherine kept shaking her head, pushed Yang Ming away, looked at Yang Ming's cheek carefully, and hugged him hard again.

Isn’t that the same thing with power?

Because on the Emperor Star, apart from the super-modified people controlled overtly and covertly by the Elder Council, there is only one guy with such powerful destructive power and executive power. And if the other person can come and go freely on the tightly defended Emperor Star, he must have an identity.

Nameplate.

Does the military want to intensify the conflict between the emperor and the Council of Elders?

But what good does this do to the military? The two sides only interact with each other every five years when the generals come to the Presbytery for budgets. It is not the military expenditure year yet, and the two sides are usually at odds with each other.

A tear streaked down her cheek.

Yang Ming, who had just sneaked in, turned around and grinned at Catherine.

"Here, why is this window so small? Fortunately, my butt is not as protruding as that guy's. This would be embarrassing."

"Captain, please take a rest."

The great elder sighed and stared blankly at the wall.

Kathry picked up the communicator and looked at the new command that popped up, her expression suddenly became worse.

The four female Super Modifiers were waiting inside or outside the door, glancing at Catherine by the window from time to time, with some worry in their eyes.

Yang Ming lay back on the bed, opened the pendant and browsed the [Communication Center] where intensive information exchange was taking place. Through the palace tentacles, he observed the good show being performed at this moment.

Elder Pison revealed several core members of the Grand Elder's interest group. Some of the secret accounts of the Elder's House should be stored in the homes of several of them, including the list of prisoners they had kept in captivity for the past twenty years.

Unexpectedly, this became a lever for His Majesty the Emperor to manipulate them.

Elder Pison was breathing heavily, with an expression that looked like he was crying or smiling bitterly.

Although he could not rule out the possibility that the other party was acting deliberately, Yang Ming concluded that there was a high probability that the bomb attack was not arranged by Hanyin and his group of maids.

Why?

Why do they?

Catherine's eyes flashed with a faint golden light.

"Go ahead," Catherine whispered.

The girl who spoke had her mouth covered by her companion, and was scolded harshly:

"If you can't speak, don't beep!"

"Ghost, you are a ghost..."

Buzz, buzz!

Catherine took the initiative to send a request for action to the organization department, indicating that she was not affected by personal emotions and that she would perform all tasks assigned by the organization.

The maid Hanyin was still lying on the bed unconscious. Judging from the rise and fall of her chest, this guy was sleeping very soundly.

"I'm fine," Catherine whispered, "I won't bring my emotions into work."

Wherever we are now, the celebration ceremony can be postponed a little later.

"You, ghost, you are a ghost..."

When these safes were discovered, they had been torn open from the sides, the most important items inside were missing, and the safe's self-destruct system was not working properly at all.

They eat the marrow of the empire like vampires, yet they stand above all the people and enjoy all privileges!

This is the empire?

This is the empire to which he is so loyal that he is willing to sacrifice his life for dimension-enhancement experiments at the age of forty!

‘Captain Catherine, have you ever thought about it? What is the significance of the dimension-ascending experiment? Determine the path to dimension-ascending and allow human individuals to become high-dimensional beings. Once this path is successful, who will benefit?’

Elder Pison has told everything he knows.

And the last mission that Pison issued to this dead soldier was...to resolve the leakage of a certain princess's nude photos...

Yang Ming felt a little at ease inexplicably.

In this case... the white ghost has his own way of dealing with it.

Wait, Law?

The communicators of the five super-modifiers here buzzed at the same time. Catherine and the three female team members looked at the guy whose mouth was covered just now. The latter took out his communicator with a silly smile and scratched his head guiltily.

.

This is Yang Ming's detailed combat plan.

Now that the matter has come to this, what else can the Presbytery do?

"Yes, captain, let's stay with you here. If they want to deduct our subsidy, let them deduct it."

The elder forced the palace.

Catherine took out a golden hairpin from her coat pocket, clicked lightly on the end of the hairpin, and the golden mask quickly unfolded.

He was sitting on the sofa in the lounge of the Legislative Yuan, looking at the clock that had been hanging on the wall for who knows how many years.
To be continued...