Chapter 60: 039 The last step of the plan_3
Several hours later, Yang Ming emerged from the plastic surgery room, evaluating his reflection in the mirror with satisfaction and nodding to himself. At least he was still handsome, albeit a bit more delicate-looking.
Those Eastern faces from Earth do look pleasant, after all.
What Yang Ming didn’t realize was that a hidden camera in the corner had captured his visage at that moment.
In the Cas Federation, on a planet next to Kolev’s secret base, an external space station.
Sporting a middle-parted hairstyle, dressed in a proper suit and leaning on an elegant cane, an elderly gentleman hummed a tune from his hometown as he strolled through the dazzling duty-free zone of the interstellar area, eyeing the luxury goods whose prices were not so extravagant after all.
His watch suddenly began vibrating insistently.
The old man glanced around and, shrouding his wrist with his hand discreetly, opened the pop-up email message.
It was a little trick of his own design.
Before leaving, the old gentleman had installed a hidden camera beyond the control of Molly No. 2, which now yielded its result, sending an image of a face starkly different from Hanton’s.
The elderly gentleman exclaimed in admiration.
Could someone really deliberately lower their own attractiveness?
From ten to eight, from rugged resolve to refined features, also cleverly concealing a bit of sharpness.
Indeed, a young man capable of great endeavors!
The elderly gentleman gazed at the photo for a while, his eyes revealing a warm smile, then deleted the photo and permanently deactivated the camera.
“May you sail freely in the sea of gravity, my captain.”
The elderly gentleman pulled his sleeve down and calmly entered an adjacent doorway.
He was planning to buy a top hat, later acquire a piece of beachfront property, set up an estate or perhaps a hotel, or maybe, as Mimili had pondered in last night’s call, open a beauty salon that was bound to be lucrative.
At about the same time.
“The captain has arrived on the bridge.”
“Number Two, set the virtual image to permanent presence.”
“Understood, Captain.”
Molly No. 2’s figure appeared in the middle of the control panel, thirty centimeters tall, dressed in a plaid skirt and a white blouse, like an electronic figurine.
“Well, this isn’t too bad.”
Yang Ming settled comfortably into his seat, gazing into the depth of space, summoned the Star Map, and began idly flipping through it.
He was preparing to head to the next port to verify his newly acquired identity—a Cas Federation ordinary citizen, Yang Ming.
There, Yang Ming also intended to purchase some food supplies capable of lasting several years in case he found himself adrift in the interstellar void.
The current edition of the Milky Way’s map did not contain Mink Port.
Yang Ming didn’t know what that implied; in recent days, he had asked Molly No. 2 to search every Constant Star System resembling the Solar System, every planet resembling Earth, but still could not trace his homeland
This was somewhat bizarre.
So, Yang Ming decided to head directly to the Intelligent Mechanic Dusk, to try and locate the same key that the ‘chosen child’ stumbled upon, to find that key thirty-plus Galaxy Years ahead of time and secure the treasures there.
“Number Two,” Yang Ming asked, “show me Kolev after the makeover.”
“As you wish, Captain.”
Molly No. 2 projected two photos in front of Yang Ming, who immediately showed a face full of revulsion.
This shameless old chap had acquired a suave look.
And rejuvenated by a decade or more!
“Delete it,” Yang Ming waved dismissively, “and revoke Kolev’s access. Starting now, we go into stealth mode, and do not keep any records.”
Yang Ming pressed a series of buttons in front of him, the Feinan shuddered slightly and its external armor gradually changed color, rendering the ship a silver-grey hue.
“Coordinates confirmed.”
“Coordinates confirmed.”
“Self-check completed.”
“Self-check completed.”
“Until next time, Captain Kolev.”
Yang Ming murmured, gripping the square helm with his right hand and sliding it forward smoothly.