Chapter 257: 132 Hera [Request for Ticket]
The New Federation was indeed wealthy.
Yang Ming never expected that by stealing the formula for the enhanced injection, he could earn a sum of Federation Coins.
This wonderful trip to Ao Star.
However, having taken the money, he had to do the work. Yang Ming would also keep his word–provided the authorities on Ram Star didn’t track him down for the time being.
After receiving the transfer, Lyu moved the money out of the New Federation’s domain, then used a temporary network terminal to open a meeting projection template, showcasing his strong professionalism in proficiently using meeting software.
Taught by Lulian, attending meetings is half the job.
Hera, hugging a pillow, shrank into a sofa full of clothes and books, watching Yang Ming intently.
“Okay, we can start.”
She initiated the conversation.
“You are the employer; for the following plan, you have the decision-making power,” Yang Ming gently reminded her.
Hera was quite satisfied with this illusion of control.
Then Yang Ming asked Hera a question, “How do you intend to stop them? Or rather, to what extent do you plan to stop them? You must explain these to me so that I can formulate a battle plan.”
“I need to think,” Hera said, lowering her head in thought, “I don’t know how to describe this feeling at the moment. For the past eight years, I have been avoiding this problem. I vaguely know what they are doing but am powerless to stop it. If I were to consider, I want Congress of the New Federation to be aware of these things.”
Yang Ming replied, “Do you think, without Congress’s approval, they could implement this plan? The cost of this plan should be enormous, which means its sunk cost is huge, and the authorities will shield them.”
“Mr. Yali, do you mean public pressure?”
Hera immediately shook her head:
“That’s of no use. They are excellent at guiding and suppressing public opinion, leading the entire Milky Way in this aspect.
“Politicians rely on votes to survive; they understand how to touch upon people’s vital interests.
“Unless it’s exerted with international public pressure.”
“That’s impossible,” Yang Ming said bluntly. “Our first principle is not to harm national interest.”
“I’m just pushing this line of thought,” Hera continued to ponder.
Yang Ming waited quietly by her side.
Soon, Hera asked in a low voice, “Can you not just rush in, take down those guards and mechanical soldiers, and then aim a gun at Professor Pat’s head?”
“Good idea,” Yang Ming laughed and said, “Then you’ll need to increase the investment. We need a professional directing team.”
“Hey!” Hera gestured with her hands, “Don’t secret agents have some skills?”
Yang Ming spread his hands.
He was dressed casually, wearing rectangular glasses, his delicate and earnest face radiating the enthusiasm of a young adult, looking every bit like an “active” college student.
Hera couldn’t help but raise her hand to her forehead, slumping onto the sofa. “I feel like you’ve swindled me.”
“Oh, saying that would be a little disrespectful to me, if it were a scam, I could have simply left just now,” Yang Ming said calmly. “If we want to stop them, we need to create difficulties for them, making them willingly halt this dangerous project.”
“Intelligence,” Yang Ming wrote two flamboyant characters on the projection screen, “We need to obtain their detailed experimental data, the photos, the videos inside the base, and their staff’s list.”
“Send these to them as a warning,” Yang Ming said. “They will undoubtedly feel anxious about it, and the experiment’s progress will inevitably be affected.”
“No, that’s not enough,” Hera said, “You mentioned earlier that they have Congress’s secret support and can certainly mobilize your department and even the legendary Central Intelligence Agency. The Central Intelligence Agency is quite terrifying.”
“Yes,” Yang Ming nodded.
Those agents who got blown up by him a few times were indeed quite formidable.
At least some agents had very strong psychological resilience, leisurely drinking coffee before getting their skulls punctured.
Yang Ming said, “So what do you think we should do?”
“We need to hold onto this intelligence,” Hera said. “We also need to consider self-preservation… this way, we can already draft a simple plan.”
She jumped up agilely, took two steps to stand beside Yang Ming, and snatched the projection writing pen from Yang Ming’s hand.
She quickly started writing the task steps.
Her sexy but somewhat dry little mouth began to babble non-stop:
“Step one, we get close to the base on Ram Star. This can be solved with two tickets. We can travel there, but they will keep a close eye on me.
“Step two, find a way to enter the base. I can use my father. I must figure out a way to make him come out to meet me. Disguised kidnapping? Fake car accident? These seem like they’d end up in a hospital, and I need to get into their base. Do I have to bring out my latest research findings? Hmph, I don’t want that old fellow Pat to take advantage of it; he is practically my nightmare.
“However, they should be very interested in my research findings.
“Step three, once I’m inside the base, I get the intelligence, and then it’s about how to use this intelligence.
“How about we set up a triggered dissemination system? You’re good with network technology, right?”
Hera turned to look over.
Yang Ming was dumbfounded at this moment, not knowing what to say.
This girl really knows how to steal the show.
The five million he earned… he even felt a tinge of guilt inside.
“You’re good with network technology, right?” she asked again.
“Of course, I make a living off it,” Yang Ming said, “What effect do you intend to achieve?”
“If we die or our actions are restricted, the intelligence will spread throughout the entire interstellar network,” Hera said in a low voice. “I need such means.”