The officers and soldiers aboard the battalion-class ship were exceptionally courteous to Bentley.
Everyone had eyes. They had watched him emerge from the Experimental Platform and fly over in the flesh.
Among those who came to receive Bentley were even two Supreme Major Generals.
But Bentley still wore a cold expression—he had practically forgotten how to make any other face.
He merely said there was no need for these pointless formalities and that they should get straight to the point.
However, a military Major General apologetically said, "Um... may we know your identity code? Everyone knows that members of Digital Phantom are very careful about keeping their identities confidential, so we're willing to pay for it."
The identity of another Supreme might be worth one or two billion. As for yours... how about five billion? The military even said that he did not need to provide his name; a few strands of hair or some skin flakes would do.
Bentley's expression darkened slightly. "Are you sure you know what you're saying?"
"Ah," the Major General sighed heavily. "I'd like to pretend I don't..."
For him, there was nothing he could do, because he truly had no other choice.
The Federation War Zone had also obtained a data fragment from Digital Phantom and applied it to all its warships.
But that was only a small Intelligence Fragment. It had undergone military testing and was being deployed in batches.
What Digital Phantom intended to do now, however, was inspect and maintain every warship in the Alliance War Zone.
There would be no buffer stage in the process, which greatly increased the risk factor.
Moreover, Digital Phantom's enemy was also an artificial intelligence. Who could guarantee they would definitely come out on top? The military had its own risk assessment department, and they