Chapter 135: 081 Swallow Black_2
Yang Ming complained as he parked the hover car in a deserted corner, reaching under the seat to pull out a power-driven metal injector.
He skillfully rolled up his sleeve, aimed at the weakest part of his shoulder skin, and pressed the button on the metal injector. With a faint hum, the alloy needle pierced his shoulder, and the golden Genetic Stabilization Liquid quickly injected.
Yang Ming grunted softly, exhaling gently, his desire for battle significantly reduced.
“Lyu, what’s Karmi’s financial status?”
Lyu replied softly, “It’s currently impossible to calculate in detail. The part that can be estimated is roughly worth over a billion New Federation Coins.”
“Does she have any weaknesses?” Yang Ming asked with interest.
Lyu muttered under his breath, “Are you not interested in mature women, boss? In many ways, she’s a rich lady.”
Yang Ming suddenly felt a bit impulsive.
Impulsive enough to consider transmitting back to the Feinan and kicking her main brain.
“Be serious! Show me the lineup the syndicate has prepared!”
The control panel immediately displayed a live projection.
It was Karmi’s ‘venue’ on the outskirts of the city, a six-story independent building.
At this moment, the building was surrounded by over a hundred figures, armed with more than twenty laser guns.
On the top floor of the building, Karmi was engaged in a fierce argument with several middle-aged men and women.
Listening to the intercepted message briefly, Yang Ming understood that Karmi was telling them not to mess around, demanding they sincerely apologize to Yang Ming, but the syndicate leaders were still thinking about regaining the face they lost yesterday tonight.
“They’re already threatening my life,” Yang Ming murmured.
Lyu asked, “Should we take them out directly?”
Yang Ming gripped the square-shaped steering wheel, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Our goal isn’t to fight and kill, we want to make money… Lyu, let’s go have a chat with Kolev and see if he’s found a way to obtain a Planet Transformation System. I have a hunch.”
“A hunch?” Lyu’s voice was filled with curiosity.
Yang Ming smiled, transmitting the target building’s information to the leader of the Second Prince’s guard team.
“My hunch is, we might earn ourselves some startup funds for the Dark Star tonight.”
Lyu was somewhat puzzled.
Yang Ming set the hover car to autopilot, then moved to the back seat, pulling a box from the trunk and began preparing his gear.
Dealing with a local gang , there was no need to expose his own strength.
He was now a trusted confidant of the Second Prince, an acting major in the Wind royal family’s Royal Guard Army, perfectly capable of handling some reasonable… technological maneuvers.
Standard combat training uniform for the Royal Guard Army (with integrated information helmet);
Standard laser rifle configured for the Royal Guard Army;
A simple, triggered full-body energy shield.
“Boss, are you planning to get rid of Po Suo’s remains?”
Yang Ming reacted like a cat having its tail stepped on, “Don’t mention her when it’s not necessary! That thing is just a humanoid Ancient God!”
A cowed Lyu pitifully replied repeatedly.
At seven-thirty in the evening.
A fully armed Yang Ming appeared punctually on the ground floor of a nightclub under Karmi’s name.
His ‘special warrior’ outfit cast a shadow of dread over the minds of the hidden gang members nearby.
Three minutes later, Yang Ming reached the top-floor office of Karmi and, under the watchful eyes of numerous men and women, casually sat in Karmi’s leather chair, his legs propped on the desk.
Directly in front, the syndicate leader seemed keen on asserting dominance, narrowing his lips as he approached, slamming a fist onto the desk in front of Yang Ming.
The tabletop trembled slightly, and the leader’s pale fist reddened a bit.
“You’re just a mere captain, and yet!”
Yang Ming spoke calmly into the intercom on his shoulder, “Shoot the shoulder.”
A faint flash of light glimmered from the opposite building’s rooftop, and a purple high-energy beam pierced through the special glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, causing blood to spurt from the shoulder of the man in front of Yang Ming.
The syndicate leader screamed tremulously.
The roomful of people froze momentarily, fumbling to grab their weapons.
Yang Ming’s gaze swept over them, his cold, unbridled threatening glare making everyone freeze like statues.
Except for Karmi, all had faint purple targeting markers appear on their heads.
Military hover cars roared outside, searchlights streaming into the room as over a dozen armored hover cars descended from the sky—more fittingly described as land-use mini airships.
Yang Ming lowered his legs from the desk and leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the tabletop, a gentle smile playing at his lips.
“Let me introduce myself first. My name’s Yang Ming, Royal Guard Army officer, deputy of the fourth squad of the fourth regiment in the Royal Guard. Rank: Captain.
“I agreed to meet you today simply because I wanted to settle this matter straightforwardly.
“You took money, aimed for one of my legs, and now attempt to exert pressure on me, disrespecting the Royal Guard’s authority. According to the Empire’s possibly non-existent laws, I have the right to execute you on the spot.
“Don’t understand what ‘execute on the spot’ means? It’s .”
Yang Ming picked up a pistol, aiming at a high-ranking gang enforcer marked as a murderer by Lyu, and pulled the trigger.
A pale blue beam streaked past, leaving a coin-sized charred hole in the person’s head.
Everyone in the room turned pale.
Several attempted to reach for laser guns, but their shoulders erupted with blood, bullet holes matching the windows.
“Understand what ‘execute on the spot’ means?” Yang Ming asked.
The trembling individuals in front of him repeatedly nodded.
“Good,” Yang Ming lowered the gun, “In addition to being an officer, I am also a businessman. Perhaps we can negotiate this evening in another manner. How about we make a deal?”
“Use your money to buy your lives.”
“Planet Transformation System? A whole set?”
In the villa, Kolev looked at Little Lyu in front of him and asked warily, “Have you really decided to do this?”
Little Lyu tilted his head, “What do you mean by do this?”
“Hey! Don’t take me for a fool!”
Kolev exclaimed, his eyes widening, thankfully Lyu had activated the blocking system in advance.
“There’s only one situation where you’d need a Planet Transformation System, which is when you want to build a large base on a desolate planet! You’re trying to start… the civilization of the Mechanical Thought Body, aren’t you?”
Lyu said seriously, “This is just a backup plan, dear Uncle Haton, the boss needs multiple insurances.”
“You think it’s too difficult to snatch an Administrative Star right out of the Sherman Empire’s mouth, don’t you?”
Kolev’s voice calmed down.
He stood there quietly contemplating.
“Honestly, Lyu, I quite like my current lifestyle. Competing with these nobles is quite fulfilling, and I don’t want to become a traitor to humanity. Every time an Intelligent Mechanical Crisis breaks out, it costs many lives and resources.”
Lyu explained, “The so-called Intelligent Mechanical Crisis won’t occur on the planet the boss intends to operate on, I assure you.”
“Come on,” Kolev cut in, “No one can guarantee that, not even you.”
“I can help you,” Kolev said, “Whether or not an Intelligent Mechanical Crisis breaks out doesn’t matter much to me, I don’t have such a high moral baseline. But one thing, I cannot provide the funds, you must gather the money yourselves.”
After speaking, Kolev chuckled proudly.
Such a Transformation System, even if secondhand, was outrageously expensive on the black market, nearly equating the cost of a supply ship of comparable size.
Right now, Yang Ming’s total worth might be only a few million Federation Coins, completely unaffordable!
As expected, Lyu’s expression turned troubled.
But several seconds later, Lyu blinked, his eyes suddenly displaying two ‘money’ symbols.
“Funds secured,” Lyu chuckled, “Just now, get ready to go, Captain Kolev.”
Kolev’s old face was full of confusion.