When 026, dressed in a tight combat suit, eagerly jumped in front, Yang Ming’s gaze was involuntarily drawn, but he quickly averted his eyes from the spherical figure’s pull.
"Mm, hello to you too," Yang Ming replied slowly, "Prepare the mecha for planetary battle, we are entering the Cas Federation."
"Okay, boss, executing the mission immediately!"
performed a Wind Military Salute, turned around, and briskly ran off.
Did this guy have cosmetic treatment?
His skin looked much fairer and more radiant.
Yang Ming calmly sat back in the captain’s seat, and after returning to the familiar bridge environment, he felt more relaxed.
At the moment, the East Wind was being directly piloted by Lyu, hovering above the Feinan, and it would later provide fire support for the Feinan but would not reveal itself unless necessary.
Amidst faint noise, a tracked robot delivered Yang Ming’s White Ghost battle suit.
Although this exoskeletal armor had been meticulously maintained by Lyu, several consecutive battles had left it with some scratches, and its grayish-white tone was beginning to shift toward silvery gray.
Yang Ming unhurriedly suited up.
The Feinan departed from beneath the full firepower of the East Wind and sped toward the target planet at full speed.
Calculated by Lyu, the meeting point of the two ships was not far from the Cas Federation Administrative Star, positioned in the patrol blind spot of their ’irregular’ fleet.
Twenty minutes later, they would reach the target area, and Yang Ming now had to find the right way to penetrate this Intelligent Mechanical Crisis.
Although the Cas Federation was a small nation, it had its own fleets and ground forces.
Directly confronting them was clearly unwise.
Currently, what Yang Ming could utilize was the influence generated by the false identity of the White Ghost.
"Boss," Lyu’s small projection appeared on Yang Ming’s shoulder, "The contact has been made with the Cas Federation’s presidential team, providing sufficient proof of our identity. The identity of the White Ghost makes them wary; they seem to consider you an official of the Sherman Empire."
Yang Ming calmly put on his helmet, "That’s not important. Adjust the lighting in the cabin to create a creepy atmosphere. I’ll talk to this Madam President."
As Lyu’s voice fell, the entrance and exit of the Feinan’s bridge were sealed, and a deep gray light wall appeared behind Yang Ming.
A bust projection appeared in front, with the Madam President seated behind a desk.
Yang Ming glanced to the side, and Lyu captured a surveillance image showing a large group of politicians and generals standing in front of her desk.
They remained silent, staring at the figure of the White Ghost.
On high alert, prepared for anything.
"Hello, esteemed Madam President of the Cas Federation."
Yang Ming spoke slowly, his voice filled with static.
Although clear, it made listeners slightly uncomfortable.
"Hello," Madam President gave a faint smile, "The illustrious interstellar hero, Your Excellency the White Ghost, what help do you need from us by contacting us? You are the hero against the second Natural Disaster, and our Cas Federation is willing to offer what moral support we can."
Yang Ming shook his head slightly, his helmet moving with him.
"I’m here to help you, madam."
Madam President’s smile was flawless, "I find that a bit perplexing."
"Nongka City, mechanical reinforcement camp unrest, robotic production line virus."
Yang Ming listed the keywords deliberately.
Madam President gradually withdrew her smile, frowning as she pondered.
Through the surveillance video beside him, Yang Ming saw several politicians using projection tablets to ’provide advice’ to Madam President.
To be precise, it was to make the president act according to their wishes.
Madam President said slowly, "You may have received incorrect information; there was a leak at a biological laboratory in Nongka City due to pharmaceutical company management negligence, which caused a controllable riot within a certain range, and we are capable of protecting our citizens."
Yang Ming raised his left hand, holding up his index finger, his voice growing colder.
"First, my goal is to combat the third Natural Disaster, not to seek cooperation with you."
"Second, I will help you keep this secret to prevent you from losing your valuable robotic industry, but you need to strengthen your oversight; I will continuously have my team monitor you."
"Third, if you refuse my help, I will enter your territory my way, and I can only assure you that I will try not to cause excessive casualties."
The President of the Cas Federation fell into silence.
Several politicians quickly wrote a few words, but Madam President visibly hesitated.
[Protest], [International Agreement], [We will expose the Sherman Empire’s threat to a small country], [New Federation System].
"Your Excellency," Madam President eyed those politicians, speaking slowly, "Are you confident in resolving this trouble?"
Some politicians immediately stepped forward, but two generals stood out, directly blocking them.
Yang Ming watched this scene through the surveillance screen and a slight smile formed behind his helmet.
"I have enough technology and combat power to resolve these two reinforcement camps," said Yang Ming, "but the follow-up handling work requires you to take responsibility."
"We need a meeting to discuss, which will take a few minutes."
"Fine," Yang Ming said calmly, "If your warships try to approach my ship, I will give you some unforgettable memories."
Madam President ended the communication.
Yang Ming leaned back in his chair, exhaling lightly.
The name of the Sherman Empire was indeed useful.
The Feinan was actually in a state of invisibility at this moment; the opponent was unaware of the exact coordinates of the ship.