Abyss Solo-Chapter 185 - 106 guidance is lit clear ahead_2
Chapter 185: 106 guidance is lit, clear ahead_2
Chapter 185: 106 guidance is lit, clear ahead_2
In front.
The patrol boat was just leaving the fourth side bay of the Vaglu General.
Yang Ming’s jetpack continued to thrust, heading straight for the side bay door. When his speed reached the preset value, the jetpack automatically shut down, detached, and the exoskeleton Mecha activated optical stealth.
If the opponents could keep scanning the entire ship with an expensive biological energy detector,
If the nearby escort ship’s technician happened to catch a faint heat source in space,
If a crew member on the opponent’s patrol boat happened to glance up and saw that fleeting star…
No ifs.
The patrol boat left the ship’s hull, and a cruising route appeared on the pilot’s screen. Everything was left to the autopilot program.
The door of the fourth outer bay began to close slowly.
Yang Ming kept his body straight, estimating the speed at which the door was closing.
Although everything was within Lyu’s calculations, he still felt like he might collide with the opponent’s outer armor.
Three hundred meters.
A very close distance.
Yang Ming wasn’t confident that at this distance he could avoid or counter the ship’s close-range defense system.
In the thought space, Lyu had already placed his finger on the virtualize button of the particle transmission machine.
One hundred meters.
The door-closing speed seemed to be accelerating.
Fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
The door seemed to have only a gap left for one person to pass through.
Yang Ming closed his eyes.
Trusted Lyu.
Bang!
The protective film of the spacesuit clinging to his body trembled slightly from being scraped. Yang Ming just barely slipped into the outer bay door, his body hit the lower deck, rolled several times on it, and quickly rushed towards the corridor safety gate.
The monitoring network of the fourth outer bay had temporarily collapsed.
Simulated gravity began to restore.
The safety gate slowly rose.
Although Yang Ming’s exoskeleton Mecha could perform optical stealth, his silhouette would be revealed as a faint outline if exposed to strong light.
Hence, the lights in the corridor ahead began to continuously dim.
—Lyu wouldn’t miss even the smallest detail.
The safety valve rose, and two crew members came for routine cabin checks, brushing past Yang Ming, who was pressed against the wall.
“Boss, there’s a hiding cloakroom ahead; the route to the bridge has been marked. You can attack the opponent’s bridge at any time.”
“Don’t rush; have a plan.”
Yang Ming calmly turned into the cloakroom, seeing two female officers forgetting themselves and each other, engrossed in a mutual bite.
He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and crouched in the empty wardrobe of the corner.
Interstellar culture.
Got used to it.
…
Less than a hundred meters in a straight line from Yang Ming, in the tactical meeting room.
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The Third Prince sat smiling in the captain’s chair, squinting at the projection screen ahead, mesmerized by the pale yellow planet.
“How much longer?” the Third Prince asked softly.
Next to him, General Joble, an elder with graying hair, a square face, and a slightly short figure, showed a small smile to the Third Prince.
“Your Highness, you must have patience. We have two hours before the publicly announced exercise plan begins.”
The Third Prince frowned and said, “Can’t we start now? What’s the wait for these two hours?”
“Ceremony,” General Joble reminded, “The premise of order is that we cannot alter decisions arbitrarily, and all departments are preparing around this time point.”
“Of course, I wasn’t questioning your meaning, General,” the Third Prince displayed a warm smile.
This was his self-proclaimed high-affinity expression.
“No harm in starting a bit early.”
A light laugh suddenly sounded from behind the Third Prince.
A middle-aged man and woman, both in formal attire, each spoke.
“Since Your Highness is already impatient, and we are nearly ready, why not officially start the plan?”
“Your Highness, don’t forget what you promised us. We help you ascend to the Emperor’s throne, and you open the capital purchase threshold of the Rhodium-6 ring industry chain.”
“Of course,” the Third Prince squinted with a smile, “with this military merit, I can gain an overwhelming advantage.”
The two senior agents of the New Federation exchanged glances and nodded.
General Joble slightly frowned, glanced at the two trusted officers behind him, subtly gestured, and the two officers turned and hurried out.
“Then let’s start the plan early.”
General Joble said in a deep voice.
The photography team in the corner immediately set up their equipment, and a stereoscopic camera aimed at the Third Prince, preparing for adjustments.
More than ten minutes passed.
The Third Prince frowned and asked, “Is the fleet not setting sail?”
General Joble chuckled beside him: “To deal with that bit of rebellion on the ground, just two small squads would suffice.”
“Oh,” the Third Prince said calmly, “We need to make a spectacle, let our fleet directly appear in the atmosphere of the Fifth Administrative Star, with dozens of large ships descending simultaneously. Only then can we proclaim the majesty of the royal family.”
“But that would just waste resources,” General Joble frowned, “It would only cause unnecessary panic among residents.”
The Third Prince stared at General Joble; the slight sharpness on his face showed a bit of displeasure: “Execute what I say, General.”
“No, Your Highness.”
General Joble’s face turned incomparably cold: “You should execute what I say.”
“You!”
Click-click.
Two gun barrels suddenly pressed against the Third Prince’s forehead. Muffled grunting repeatedly came from outside the door.
The Third Prince’s throat slightly trembled, and he turned his head to shout, “Someone, help!”
The meeting room door opened. Two rows of expressionless soldiers came in, each two carrying an officer in Guard Army uniform, with a blood hole on the forehead.
The Third Prince’s face turned deathly pale.
General Joble picked up a remote control and pressed it a few times, displaying news that appeared just a few minutes ago on the projection screen in front.
The Governor of the Fifth Administrative Star, leading more than a hundred local officials, solemnly read the declaration of independence at the grand and solemn Governor’s Mansion.
The video General Joble pre-recorded appeared throughout the Wind network, solemnly proclaiming to all Wind nationals following the Governor’s declaration of the Fifth Administrative Star—the Sixth Fleet was dissatisfied with the brutal rule of the Wind royal family, resolving to support the Fifth Administrative Star’s independence, and would continue to fight with the aim of liberating the entire territory of the Luofeng Empire. With the greatest zeal, the Sixth Fleet urged other Luofeng Empire fleets to stand in the glorious cause of freedom and democracy, resisting tyranny.
The Third Prince jumped to his feet.
He watched General Joble in disbelief.
General Joble shrugged, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth: “Your Highness, why would you think I have to collaborate with the New Federation through you?”
The two laser guns pressed the Third Prince back into the chair.
The two senior agents of the New Federation spoke slowly:
“Your Highness, we don’t want to make you suffer, after all, the previous cooperation was quite pleasant, you gave us plenty of royal family confidential data.”
“Now, please record a video, announcing to your citizens that you acknowledge the independence of the Fifth Administrative Star, and condemn your father as an incompetent tyrant.”
“That’s impossible!”
The Third Prince shouted.
A laser pistol aimed at his toe, gently pulling the trigger.
The Third Prince quickly retracted his foot, feeling a burning sensation and stabbing pain at the edge of his toe, causing him to cry out shakily.
Another laser gun aimed at the Third Prince’s groin.
“I’ll record, I’ll record…”
“You still have political value,” the female agent smiled, “Don’t worry about your life safety. Your life’s lowest standard is to be a disabled wealthy man. As long as you keep condemning the Empire’s system, you can receive a continuous flow of funding. Truly enviable origins you have.”
The Third Prince’s body trembled all over, unsure whether from anger or fear.
Half an hour later.
A statement recorded by the Third Prince quickly topped the network throughout the turmoil-stricken Luofeng Empire.
Public opinion and media forces exerted momentum, with the Fifth Administrative Star’s declaration of independence spreading into every citizen’s hand.
On Ilando Star, ministers rushed into the palace, and the Old Emperor was furious beyond measure.
Outside Ilando Star, Gudun Mah sat quietly in the command bridge of the Fourth Fleet flagship, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him, taking a deep breath.
‘Mr. Ming will resolve everything.’
“Notify all ships.”
Gudun Mah’s voice was calm and low.
“My unit, the Fourth Fleet of the Luofeng Empire, was ordered to attack the Sixth Fleet. The unity of the nation, the integrity of sovereignty, and the happiness of the citizens are the mission of our soldiers.
“The inducement ships have completed the leap, target, former Luofeng Empire Sixth Fleet garrison.”
A row of officers behind saluted in unison: “Yes!”
Three hundred-meter-long butterfly-shaped ships vanished into the vast void of space.
This time, there was completely no way back.
This time, he was about to become the military’s open traitor.
But this time, he saw a new path!
“General! Inducement has lit up, clear ahead.”
Gudun Mah’s breathing slowed slightly, his pupils faintly trembled, and it seemed his ears only held his breathing sound.
This breathing became increasingly rapid, clear, strong, then quickly returned to calm.
“Full fleet, initiate leap!”
