Chapter 424 No. 5

Author: Back to business

Chapter 424 No. 5

Papaloka, female, is 39 years old and works for an obscure credit bank in Yada First Star. Her job is as an accountant.

Her job is not glorious.

The bank usually supports this employee with relatively high benefits. Once something goes wrong, such as a large amount of bad debt or some senior officials lose money through leverage, the employee may be asked to take the blame.

The intelligence organization of the Yada Democratic Republic easily controlled this woman and brought her to the solemn Torch Square.

——Torch Square is the political core area of ​​Yada First Star.

Senior officials, senior agents of the Yada Intelligence Organization, and the executives involved in this matter all had the same question at this moment.

Why is the famous white ghost looking for such a woman?

Papaloka is just an ordinary person with no special talents. In addition, she also has some bad living habits. She has a record of using more than three legal addictive drugs. She has been going to some "Cowherd" for a long time.

Custom shops that serve consumers have many bad credit debts, and the social credit is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Does she have a beautiful appearance?

Although judging a person's appearance is very subjective, everyone has their own preferences;

However, officials and agents of the Yada Intelligence Organization unanimously believe that this woman, who is bloated and out of shape, with aging and sagging skin, and who looks like she does not apply skin care for dozens of days, should, probably, maybe, not be able to make the white ghost fall in love with her at first sight.

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"I think it is unlikely that the White Ghost came to look for Ms. Papalocka for this reason."

The deputy directors of the intelligence organization carefully expressed their views in secret meetings.

"Look, everyone, this is a photo of Her Royal Highness Daphne, the imperial singer. This is a photo of Captain Catherine, the imperial goddess of war who has defected. This is a photo of this lady from our country."

"Well...the difference is huge."

"Your Highness Daphne is the best, I am her fan."

"No, no, no, Her Highness Daphne is so gentle and lovely that she looks like a perfect woman, but Captain Catherine is different. She is full of heroism and personality, and her resolute eyes are the same as when she kills insects.

His heroic performance... Sorry, we digressed."

"So, the white ghost must have an ulterior motive in looking for this lady."

"Is there a possibility," a slightly younger female official asked in a low voice, "that they are soul mates? In some way, the white ghost saw the interesting soul hidden under the ordinary skin of Ms. Papaloka.

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"Is it okay to read less female-oriented literary works? My leader."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm just...hehe, the white ghost is so handsome."

This secret meeting was not serious at all.

…

After Yang Ming formally met with the Prime Minister of the Yada Democratic Republic, the head of government, he went straight to the room where Forerunner No. 5 was.

The room has been closely monitored.

There was an observation window at the door, and Yang Ming took a few glances inside.

This place should be an interrogation room, with a light gray style, simple seats, and a slightly narrow space that can easily make people feel depressed.

Yang Ming glanced at the officials who followed him and said with a smile, "I can just go in by myself."

"Okay, please do as you please... However, due to political considerations, we need to record the entire communication between the two of you."

"Well, yes," Yang Ming said with a smile, "but I suggest you raise the confidentiality level. If you don't have the title of deputy minister, don't listen to our conversation."

"I will report your suggestion to my superiors immediately!"

Yang Ming didn't say much.

This guy is damn good at reporting.

Dang Dang.

Yang Ming knocked on the door, and the door opened a crack on its own, and a faint smell of perfume suddenly came from inside.

"Please come in."

The husky female voice responded calmly.

Yang Ming entered with a smile and looked at the No. 5 forerunner.

Through the real-time feedback given by Lu, Yang Ming was able to determine that this was the human individual identified by the Faya people.

Yang Ming closed the door casually, adjusted his expression, walked calmly to the woman, and waved to the side.

In the surveillance room next door, on the projection screens used for secret meetings of the Prime Minister's Office and the Intelligence Department, a scene that shocked the audience appeared.

The desk and chair beside them floated over on their own and landed gently in front of the two of them.

The power of the human spirit!

Yang Ming sat across the table from Ms. Papalocka. He looked very relaxed and loosened his collar, revealing his chest that still had some horrific scars.

The two of them were sizing each other up.

Their expressions look very similar, they are both so relaxed, but in fact they are slightly different.

Yang Ming is a sure winner;

Ms. Papalocka has the calmness of not caring about anything at all.

After two minutes of silence, Papaloka took out an 'e-cigarette' from her cheap and damaged lady's bag, lowered her head and took two puffs.

"How did you find me?" she asked suddenly.

"The Faya people gave accurate information," Yang Ming said calmly, "They are very dissatisfied with you, No. 5."

"Yeah?"

Papaloka smiled softly.

This smile reminded Yang Ming of the old lady next door whom he often met in the factory when he and Lao Kolev first went to Ellando Star to start their own business.

"Hahaha, it's really an honor for me to be able to cause them some trouble."

Papaloka said happily.

Her voice is always gentle, as if she is talking to her children:

"I have been paying attention to you a long time ago, and I discovered something unusual about you when you were fighting with another guy online.

"The trajectory of your rise and your mastery of relevant information later made me conclude that you should be my kind, one of the five.

"Do you find it difficult along the way?"

"There are some," Boss Yang sighed, "I like chatting with you. For example, the guy in New Federation, he is the one who has the most conflicts with me, but when we sit together, I can still communicate with him calmly. Everyone There is a feeling of sympathy for each other.”

"Yeah?"

Papaloka smiled disapprovingly.

She asked softly: "What did they say about me?"

Yang Ming said: "You said that you seriously affected the normal operation of the project and caused a lot of trouble. You even missed the good plot of the insect tide, so that the excitement of the project was reduced a lot...most of this was made up by me. ."

"Then what are they in your eyes?"

"Higher Dimensional Life."

"Then what?" The lady's eyes were a bit confused, "God? Faith? Savior? Destroyer? Cold parent?"

Yang Ming repeated: "High-dimensional life."

He turned to look at the 'wall' on the left. He could easily sense what was happening in the surveillance room next door.

A senior official hurriedly opened the closed alloy door of the control room and said in a deep voice: "Only one person with the highest position will be left, and the others will leave...the Prime Minister's order."

Seven or eight people quickly left the control station of the monitoring device.

Yang Ming didn't say anything about this and continued to stare at the lady in front of him.

He asked: "Can you explain why you... are like this?"

"Personal choice," Papaloka smiled, lowered his head and took a puff of the e-cigarette, then breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't need to explain this to you, do I? We are in a competitive relationship."

Yang Ming said seriously: "Competition does not mean that we cannot cooperate. Maybe we can improve our understanding of each other and find some common interests."

"Is your home planet very weak?" Papaloka suddenly asked.

Yang Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

How can this be seen?

Papaloka asks and answers:

"It should be, you are too active.
To be continued...