Chapter 350 Rapid elimination!

The sound of Lu's announcement echoed in Yang Ming's ears.

"The entrance to the opponent's base has been determined and the camouflage building has been locked."

"The tail cabin stealth boat is ready."

"Boss, the assault plan has not been completed yet. We cannot enter the base without alerting the other party."

"When making plans, add mind control skills."

Yang Ming's voice was a little cold.

Law in the thinking space was stunned for a moment.

She naturally knew that Yang Ming was very averse to using mind control to control ordinary people, and rarely used this ability.

But this time, Yang Ming has flexibly removed this bottom line, which shows that...the boss does not want to have any reservations about this CIA training base for advanced agents. She worked hard to track down hundreds of new federal agents to find it.

This base will soon receive the cordial greetings of the white ghost.

"Yes, boss, we are resetting the assault plan...the plan is confirmed."

"Transfer the command to you, I will take charge."

"Understood, please go to the tail cabin and enter the adsorption mini assault craft. A merchant ship will pass through the target airspace in half an hour. That is our only chance to bypass the opponent's planetary defense system and get close to the surface."

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

In order to facilitate the disguise, he did not wear the conspicuous white ghost suit, but changed into ordinary clothes, put on a peaked cap, and used special equipment to smear a layer of camouflage projection on his face.

"Lu, pay attention to their escape route. If a spaceship rushes out, use the main gun to destroy it."

"yes."

Yang Ming lowered his head and got into the assault craft, which was only about one person tall. He curled up into a ball to fit into the narrow cockpit.

Half an hour later, an ordinary merchant ship completed the jump and slowly sailed towards this beautiful agricultural star.

The assault begins.

The narrow assault boat slid silently into the deep space.

…

Charlie Guzman sat quietly in a comfortable and spacious suspended leather chair, observing the scenery inside and outside the base as his fingers slid.

He is the senior inspector of this Y02 training base, which can barely be regarded as a regular third-in-command position.

For Charlie, this is the perfect job.

There is no need for him to fly around the galaxy to perform various arduous and dangerous tasks like his agents of the same period who have mostly ‘disappeared’;

There is no need to flatter your superiors or engage in office politics.

He only needs to keep an eye on every corner of the base here every day, and occasionally serve as a 'values ​​lecturer' to instill a little dark concept into those energetic young people, and then he can realize his important value within the organization.

Charlie likes this class the best.

He liked to see the light in those young people's eyes gradually shattering, and the confident smiles on their lips turning bitter, but he had to admit the fact that they were about to become the government's killing machines.

He would start these sessions with the same opening line every time:

"You must already know what kind of fate you are about to face. The fact that you are sitting here means that you have personally terminated the lives of one or more human beings.

"Everyone, from now on, I hope you will give up your naive and weak personal moral values ​​and obey the will of the country and nation.

"You will get dirty at the base. One of the courses you will take next is the experience of depraved desire. Both men and women will have it. You must give up the so-called shame, compassion, popular emotions, and the cowardice in your bones. You just

Sixty to seventy percent of people will be able to complete the two-and-a-half-year course and walk out of this base.

"What? You're surprised, aren't you? You think this great democratic country of ours has such a dark side.

"In fact, if a political system wants to develop stably, it must do whatever it takes. The glamorous appearance is important, but the core strength inside must also be sufficient. And we are the sharp knife of democracy, hiding in the shadows, piercing those who are truly evil.

country to maintain the superior life of our citizens.

"The privileged class of the empire is the nobility, and here, you who can survive in the future are the real privileged class."

Charlie was very satisfied with this customary monologue.

Because the information inside is his most sincere warning.

Most of the agents sent to this base are not voluntary.

The CIA will use the name of selecting special forces, provide them with high welfare packages, trick them into coming here, and maintain a balanced ratio between men and women.

Here, they will learn various professional knowledge, how to use various weapons, and how to fly small aircraft. There will also be a series of interesting elective courses, such as poisoning, seduction, war psychology, and how to control the flow of intelligence.

Line, etc.

Charlie glanced at the clock, picked up the coffee cup with his orchid fingers, and took a sip.

An operator from the inspection room nearby smiled and asked: "Boss, is it almost time? Hehe."

"Stop your vulgar look, what are you talking about? It's not elegant at all."

"Today is a good day, boss. We haven't seen the world before."

Charlie snorted, and then used his fingers, which were a little too fat recently, to gently slide over the semicircular touch switch on the armrest of the chair, as if touching the smooth skin of his lover.

A picture appeared on the front projection screen.

More than a dozen naked young female agents were being hung upside down and undergoing anti-interrogation training.

The white body looked like white strips hanging upside down, which made Charlie feel a little nauseous after seeing this kind of scene too many times.

But these wretched guys around me have already started discussing happily.

Charlie scolded: "You bastards, don't do disgusting things here! If you really have the ability, go pick up a few mistresses!"

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being targeted by them as a graduate assassination target?"

"Boss, we are not you. Our salary is too low to support these little bitches."

"These high-level talents we have trained can mobilize various resources in every corner of the galaxy. They don't look down on us at all."

"It's good to be self-aware," Charlie said calmly, keeping the projection in front of him, and continued to slide the buttons in his hand as usual, browsing several important areas.

In fact, he prefers to watch the scenes of the male students training next door. Those strong muscles, smooth body lines, and the physical capital to conquer the rich women in the galaxy in the future are so charming.

Of course, Charlie couldn't let anyone know about his hobby.

He is the inspector, the third-in-command of the base.

The lowest level, where felons are imprisoned and these agents practice their killing skills, is the most important observation area.

Because the prisoners there have taken too many genetic drugs, each one of them is like a wild animal. If a few escape, they will cause a small commotion.

Secondly, the area that needs to be watched most is the experimental cabin group of the training base.

Various types of drugs are stored there, including but not limited to various types of poisons, and there is even a kind of 'zombie' poison gas that can induce genetic mutations in ordinary people and make people lose their rationality.

That thing had caused small-scale riots before. A city was infected with poisonous gas and turned into a zombie army, and then... nothing happened after that.

Charlie had seen the video of that incident. Millions of out-of-control crowds were wiped out by dozens of attack airships, and all were killed or injured within a few hours.

Since then, Charlie has not had the slightest interest in the so-called "Zombie Rising" movies. Those guys don't understand the extent to which the weapon system of the interstellar era has developed...

"Um?"

Charlie suddenly frowned, and the picture that just slipped through returned again.

"What's going on at the surface sentry? Which team is on duty today? Why is there no one in the bar! Hey! You guys! Are you all filled with dirty maggots in your heads!"

Charlie turned off the big screen at the front, and the images of the female agents disappeared instantly.

"Boss! Why are you closed?"

Charlie yelled: "Go back to your post! Where are the sentries on the ground!"

More than a dozen people were stunned for a moment, each looked at the monitoring position they were responsible for, immediately put away their playful smiles, and rushed back to their seats.

They called up real-time images of the ground sentry and the base's only entrance and exit - the large elevator.

Eight men and women dressed as bartenders and waiters were standing in the downward elevator at the same time, chatting and laughing with the people around them. They seemed to have no problem.

"Boss! They are in the passage! There seems to be a problem at the handover post!"

Charlie pressed a few buttons, and his voice appeared in the elevator: "Why did you leave the guard post without permission?"

A middle-aged man immediately said: "Oh, it's Inspector Charlie, our duty time has ended."

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon on this planet, and your duty time is until seven o'clock in the evening! Are you telling me that the current duty time is over?" Charlie scolded, "Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my watch?

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"But the news we just received is that the duty is over... Look."

The man raised the network access terminal in his hand.

There are vague writing on it.

Charlie frowned and stared for a few times, and then cursed: "Don't worry about this for now! The outer sentry cannot be short of people! Go back to me now!"
To be continued...