From Feigned Surrender to Blown Flush

"Combat status?"

"Isn't this just changing into a virtual skin?"

Kolev was about to make a sarcastic remark.

The virtual beautiful girl wearing a beret began to report rapidly:

"Unable to access the Military Intelligence Bureau's internal network, the Royal Palace's internal network has been breached, the Emperor's exclusive network has been breached, the military's standing defense network has been infiltrated, and the military ship signal identification system has been accessed. The Feinan has been identified as the country's new experimental ship, and its daily interaction information is being screened."

"Talisha, the big-bottomed beauty you were looking for, Boss, is a registered Royal Maid, holding the title of Third-Class Maid Captain, with no exclusive service target. It has now been confirmed that she is dead, and we are investigating the reason the military killed her."

"Regarding this maid, they repeatedly mentioned a certain chip, and we are retrieving related information."

"Don't slander me," Yang Ming laughed and cursed, "I told you, I'm not helping her because her butt looks good. We got dragged into this. I prefer a more athletic physique."

"Like Milili," Lü muttered softly.

"Get back to work!"

Yang Ming glanced at Kolev guiltily, finding the old man also busy, helping to gather information.

A red warning symbol suddenly appeared on the vehicle's central control projection.

The 3D map transformed into a city's night view. Seven black armored hovercars were traveling in a rapid transit tube at an altitude of three hundred meters, heading straight for the district where Yang Ming and Kolev were located.

Lü's voice remained calm and cheerful:

"The other party has changed their route and will intercept us in seven minutes.

"It has been identified that the vehicles belong to the Capital Star Guard Legion. The highest-ranking officer among them is a Major, whose unit affiliation cannot be determined at the moment. This information comes from social-level screening.

"We are attempting to breach the military's core information network, which will take some time."

Yang Ming listened to Lü's report while watching the traffic ahead.

He pondered for a moment and did not immediately floor the accelerator of the hovercar.

The situation was a bit complicated.

"What should we do?" Kolev asked in a low voice, "Should we negotiate with the military? Or eliminate these people and find a way to escape?"

"How does the defense here compare to Kor Port?"

"Ten times, I mean in terms of the difficulty of our escape," Kolev said, "Don't compare the mercenary-like Peacekeeping Force of Kor Port with the regular army of a medium-sized country."

Yang Ming rubbed his temples.

Kolev glanced at the rearview mirror. The convoy was not yet visible.

"We need to make a decision quickly," the old man said worriedly.

"I know, no need to rush, there will definitely be a way," a sense of irritation surfaced in Yang Ming's heart.

He suddenly felt like flipping over those seven cars.

If he deserved the targeting for doing something bad, he would accept it, but he hadn't had a chance to do anything bad! He was purely caught up in a disaster that had nothing to do with him!

Yang Ming suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked softly, "Lü, search nearby for any ongoing celebrity banquets or trade talks, and look for the nearest New Industrial Federation gathering point."

"Searching, two coordinates matching the criteria have been found: an upcoming banquet and a business seminar."

"Banquet? Where?"

"Marked, and the guest list has been provided," Lü couldn't help but add, "This is a great idea, Boss. Very clever."

A luxurious hotel appeared on the projected map. Yang Ming pondered slightly.

"Uncle, it looks like we need to make contact with the big shots in the Capital Star industrial circle in advance."

Kolev chuckled, "I can't wait. But, wouldn't the military dare to arrest people at a capitalists' gathering?"

"Not necessarily, we can only gamble."

Yang Ming sharply turned the steering wheel, and the hovercar slid into a new lane.

A string of red dots appeared on the navigation map.

The distance between the two parties was rapidly closing.

Yang Ming couldn't just speed through the city. If he attracted the attention of patrolling mechanical police and drones, it would be equivalent to falling directly into the military's hands.

He had to control his speed while also reaching the grand hotel before those guys intercepted him.

"Boss, we're running out of time," Lü reminded him softly.

Yang Ming said, "When they exit the fast lane, create some trouble for them."

"Okay, Boss, but any extra actions will inevitably leave traces."

"We can't worry about that now, execute the order."

Lü immediately nodded.

Five or six minutes later, at a convergence point about ten kilometers away, several hovercars suddenly lost control and scraped against each other, triggering piercing alarms.

The seven armored hovercars lined up abreast stopped simultaneously.

Several drones quickly rushed to the scene. They would be able to clear the accident and unblock the traffic hub within minutes.

Those few minutes were enough.

The high-end rented hovercar smoothly arrived at a magnificent palace-like building. Yang Ming escorted Kolev to the entrance of the hotel.

A beautiful doorman in a bunny girl outfit hurried forward and opened the passenger door.

"Uncle, you go to the meeting. I'll wait for you here," Yang Ming said with a smile. "You can handle it yourself, right?"

"Aren't you coming?" Kolev's eyes flickered.

Behind the old man was the brightly lit hotel lobby; behind Yang Ming was the somewhat dim hotel parking lot.

Kolev chuckled, "You should learn some business etiquette."

"Let me be wild for a few more years," Yang Ming winked.

Kolev didn't insist further, hiding his worry, and lowered his head into the bunny girl's embrace.

-- The bunny girl thoughtfully bent down to assist him.

Yang Ming closed the car door and drove the hovercar into the parking lot in front of the hotel. Even this luxury car looked a bit shabby here.

Lü said worriedly, "Boss, will he be kicked out?"

"Since we chose to cooperate with him, we must trust him. This is just a small matter for him."

Yang Ming's smile quickly faded:

"Lü, I'm going to talk to them my way next. You'll decide when to use Particle Transmission.

"Remember, unless I'm about to be killed, don't abandon my old buddy."

"Boss," Lü asked doubtfully, "Are you after his fortune, or his daughter?"

Yang Ming's mouth twitched slightly. "Abandoning a comrade on the battlefield is the most despicable act."

He glanced at the navigation information. The enemy's convoy was rapidly approaching the hotel.

"Initiate silence."

"Yes, initiating silence," Lü's voice also lost its emotion.

The car's projection interface returned to normal, and all data traces were erased.

Yang Ming found a parking spot and stayed in the car for two full minutes before calmly turning off the engine.

He stretched, took out a spare item from his pocket, similar to an Earth e-cigarette, pushed the car door open, and stepped out, standing in the empty parking space to admire the twilight of the bustling city.

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, searching for a hint of decadence.

Footsteps.

Dense, light footsteps sounded from both sides.

Yang Ming hummed a little tune, fiddling with his phone, browsing the latest private photos from hundreds of beautiful influencers, suppressing his urge to attack.

The probability of them directly resorting to murder was extremely low. The weapons they held now were just simple blunt instruments for stunning and hitting. The Laser Guns mounted in the distant cars were also portable versions with low power.

Suddenly.

A black stun baton appeared behind Yang Ming's head and swung down hard towards his neck.

Yang Ming closed his eyes, 'fainting' in advance.

Bang!

Yang Ming fell heavily to the ground.

Two strong men in suits lifted him up as an armored hovercar accelerated towards them from the side.

Yang Ming was thrown into the back seat of the car.

He controlled his breathing rate, suppressing the increasingly surging urge to fight within him.

This damned Ancient God Gene was just like this!

He instinctively sought a safe environment; if there wasn't one, he would create one.

This was not good.

It was detrimental to his plans for ambushing others.

Just like now, Yang Ming easily overheard the enemy's communication.

"Captain, we caught the nephew easily. Should we go in and arrest the uncle?"

"No need to act rashly. There are some tough old guys having a meeting inside. Take this nephew to the Major first. Team Two will tail them and monitor the uncle at all times. We'll catch him when he comes out."

"Yes!"

Yang Ming, feigning sleep, calmly shifted his hips to get more comfortable.

These Luofeng Soldiers were really unprofessional at dirty work.

They didn't even search him.

"I'm sorry, sir, you don't seem to be on the guest list..."

"Don't you recognize this?"

Kolev pointed to the nameplate on his tailcoat, then his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Oh, my old friend, what are you doing here."

The security guard seemed hesitant to speak. The little old man in front of him had already walked through the security scanner with ease, without any issues.

"Sir!" the security guard chased after and stopped Kolev, "You are indeed not on the guest list."

Kolev squinted and smiled: "Young man, take a closer look. My name is Hatton, from the Kashi Federation."

"This…"

To be safe, the security guard aimed the device in his hand at Kolev again.

The screen displayed Kolev's information, along with his bust shot, and the words 'VIP' specially marked in the back.

"Oh, heavens, was this thing malfunctioning just now?" the security guard panicked slightly, "S-sorry, Mr. Hatton, I am very sorry."

Kolev smiled and patted the young man's shoulder.

"Work mistakes can be forgiven, but you almost made a gentleman lose his dignity."

The security guard bowed repeatedly. Kolev smiled and shook his head, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he turned around, his palms sweating.

Thanks, Lü.

Although she's not as cute as Molly.

Five bulletproof cars drove into a secluded indoor parking lot.

Two bulletproof cars blocked the entrance and exit. Seven or eight men in suits, wearing tactical sunglasses and wireless headsets, got out first and patrolled the area.

The rear door of a bulletproof car was opened, revealing Yang Ming, who was unconscious and slumped in the back seat.

The Major leading the group walked to the car door with his hands behind his back and made an elegant gesture.

Two men in suits stepped forward, pulled Yang Ming out, and held him up. Someone produced a spray and sprayed Yang Ming's face twice.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yang Ming coughed and opened his eyes. His gaze was dazed for two seconds, then he began to struggle 'violently', held down firmly by two strong men beside him.

"Sir, this is his entry information. He's from the Kashi Federation. We've verified it; it's a rather insignificant small country."

The Major chuckled lightly: "Meaning, we won't have any diplomatic pressure."

"Yes, sir. However, many spies from powerful countries use similar identities as cover… Just to be safe…"

Yang Ming's eyes showed a hint of fear, but he cursed inwardly.

These bastards are truly bastards.

The good citizens of small countries can be killed as they please, but spies from powerful countries must be turned a blind eye to?

"Just to be safe," the Major clasped his hands in front of him and squinted at Yang Ming, "You're a good person, aren't you?"

Yang Ming almost nodded.

He knew very well that if he nodded directly, they would 'kill the innocent to claim merit', and he would have to counterattack. That would push the situation towards armed conflict, and the only outcome would be him and Kolev fleeing this planet.

It would also easily expose Feinan's special technology.

He was too passive right now; he needed to find some initiative.

Yang Ming remained silent while thinking.

The Major's smile became more playful. He raised a hand and gestured, and a man in a suit behind him reached into his pocket.

Yang Ming suddenly spoke: "Talisha is already dead, isn't she?"

The Major froze: "What did you say?"

"The chip isn't with me. My situation is a bit complicated, Major."

Yang Ming looked intently at the other man:

"If you can't take responsibility, have your superior talk to me."

The Major's long, thin face was filled with utter confusion.