Chapter 258: 132 Hera[(Vote Request)] _2
Yang Ming snapped his fingers, “But I can’t show up directly for this. I’ll provide technical support from behind the scenes.”
“Hey! I’ve given you such a hefty commission,” Hera said, “With this money, you could live well in the Sherman Empire.”
Lyu suddenly intercepted with a text message.
[Boss, she only has a total of 12 million in disposable assets. Her cash is down to 1.9 million, left by her mother.]
“You’ve been planning this for more than a day, haven’t you, Miss Hera?”
“No,” Hera replied, “In the past, I was in panic and helplessness. After bringing you back, I had this crazy idea.”
Yang Ming reminded her, “Doing this, you’ll need to defect to another country. The Central Intelligence Agency agents will hunt you endlessly.”
“They wouldn’t dare.”
“If anything happens to me, the intelligence will be made public.
“We’re just holding a sword over their heads, forcing them to stop this terrifying plan, eradicate all the worm eggs, not actually cutting down with it.
“You said it, national interests above all else.”
Yang Ming pondered for a few moments,
“If you hold such a compromising mindset, you’re destined to fail. The one wielding the sword needs the resolve and decisiveness to strike at any moment.
“Politics are complex, and situations can change in an instant. If someone finds it beneficial to publicize this through you, you won’t live long.”
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
“We just need to stop their mad experiments. I will give you a commission as high as 30 million.
“You just need to help me finish all of this, and I’ll give you enough time to escape far away. Then, I’ll launch the part that threatens them.”
Yang Ming folded his arms and quietly considered.
Hera’s plan was perfect to him.
If Hera could get into that base and obtain first-hand intelligence, he could retreat with a clear conscience.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll betray you?” Yang Ming asked.
Hera shrugged, “I’ll give you the remaining money when I think it’s appropriate.”
Yang Ming extended his right hand, “May our cooperation be successful.”
Hera lightly patted his palm, “We need to discuss the details of the plan. You need to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
“Oh, I don’t want to get involved in this.”
“This is the only way to smoothly get my father out,” Hera looked down at her figure, “Am I so bad among the female human group?”
Yang Ming spread his hands, “It’s completely unnecessary. I can help you get things done without showing up.”
“I need a male lead,” Hera blinked lightly, turned, and walked toward her bedroom, “You should make some preparations. Secret agent, don’t let this unique movie in my life leave too many regrets. See you tomorrow, we need to stage an encounter.”
Yang Ming tiptoed to take a look, then exhaled softly, looking at the chaotic layout like a garbage dump, feeling a bit at a loss.
[Boss, great acting.]
“Analyze the possibility that she is an agent, investigate all her communication records from the past ten years, don’t overlook the friends around her.”
[Okay, Boss… She has no friends.]
“Uh, I’m a bit sad now.”
Yang Ming rubbed his nose and began to busy himself.
In such a messy place, he couldn’t get any sleep.
The next morning, Hera walked out of the bedroom wearing a loose sweater, shrugged slightly looking at the pristine, tidy living room.
The aroma of cooked food wafted from the kitchen, where Yang Ming, in a disposable apron, was handling the freshly delivered ingredients.
“Good morning, employer,” Yang Ming greeted without turning around.
Hera folded her arms and smiled, “Good morning, you can actually do housework? This is very competitive in the marriage market.”
“I also need to live… to wake up and then put on some makeup,” Yang Ming said indifferently, “If you’re going to pretend to be my girlfriend, then it can’t be like yesterday. You need to find the state of a woman in love.”
“I understand, it’s about applying various chemical substances on one’s face to look as polished as a smooth floor, wearing clothes that highlight secondary sexual characteristics, and exposing areas like shoulders, behind the ears, calves, and waist that attract male attention.”
Yang Ming waved his hand, “Great summary, go change.”
Hera, somewhat thoughtful, left.
Soon, while savoring his rich vegetable soup, Yang Ming watched as Hera walked out wearing a camisole and shorts, a cartoon T-shirt, ditching those old-fashioned slippers for black boots with thick soles.
Seeing her figure, Yang Ming’s eyes lit up. The combination of a slender waist, thin legs, and full chest, paired with fishnet stockings, was quite striking,
The Subordinate Ancient God Life Form almost choked on the thick soup.
With her spiky hair and smoky eye makeup, Hera chewed gum and watched Yang Ming.
“Isn’t this cool?” she asked puzzled.
“Where did you get this outfit?”
Hera replied indifferently, “Middle school, the bitch who took my living expenses.”
“Is this the visual experience you’re planning for your boyfriend when you’re dating? Be a lady, a bit more ladylike, thank you.”
Yang Ming tapped his glasses, and Lyu sent a few more normal sets to Hera’s network terminal with a flick of the wrist.
Hera rolled her eyes and left, but she took note of Yang Ming’s magical glasses.
Miss Hera requested assistance from the bathroom.