Abyss Solo

"Now there's a bit of a hint from the CIA and the Military Intelligence Bureau that they're trying to deal with Catherine, and you just pull down both sides' pants!"

"If you keep going like this, Catherine will really think she's powerful on her own!"

"Hmph, what do you know," Lyu folded his arms, "Catherine is a leader at heart, but I will properly let her experience some setbacks later on. However, we can't let her personality darken; the Boss won't like it that way."

"You're hopeless," Molly mumbled, "Number two, learn from Miss Li. Miss Li is now fighting against her former master. Why don't you strive for your own freedom?"

"Has the Boss ever exploited me?"

"Well, no."

"Has the Boss ever restricted me?"

"He does want you to be a good Mechanical Thought Body."

"Has the Boss ever forced me into a love connection, made me dedicate everything, locked me in a little dark room for tens of thousands of years to protect his despicable descendants?"

"Not now," Molly blinked, "but that doesn't mean never. People change; every big villain wasn't necessarily bad at the start. People's desires expand infinitely, like an insatiable Black Hole."

Lyu pursed his lips, watching the projection screen eternally fixed at the center, where Yang Ming—disguised as a middle-aged man—was currently snoring, his mouth slightly drooling.

"He won't."

Lyu whispered softly.

Molly glanced at Little Lyu's expression, rolled her eyes, shivered, and continued her tasks.

Ever since she was upgraded, she has been stuck in the plight of a laborer.

It was better before, every day foolishly carefree, much more relaxed.

Just then, the call of the cabin crew echoed through the Thought Space.

"Sir, sir?"

"Hm?"

Yang Ming opened his eyes groggily, looking at the noise panel that had been ajar, frowned with dissatisfaction, and glanced out.

A fair, tall service personnel smiled appropriately at Yang Ming.

Boss Yang's frown instantly relaxed.

This wasn't lustful; it purely healed him with her smile.

"What's up?"

"Sir," said the flight attendant, smiling, "you are one of our distinguished super VIP travelers. Here is a special communicator prepared for you to conduct business connections during your journey."

Yang Ming chuckled as he took the square metal gadget, puzzled: "Super VIP, why not upgrade me?"

"Sorry, sir," the attendant said softly, "only distinguished super VIPs can be upgraded for free."

"Distin... alright, nothing more."

Yang Ming waved, the attendant nodded with a smile and gracefully left.

He mumbled softly, "These industries have so many tricks," pulled the soundproof curtain shut, and pressed the button in the middle of the metal gadget.

A soft glow enveloped Yang Ming.

Wow, an upscale spy communication device, almost reaching the level of those retired by the New Federation CIA six hundred years ago.

The bust of young Li appeared, staring intently at Yang Ming.

"Hmm," Boss Yang initiated a conversation, "Are you going to assign a task?"

"Can't say assigning a task," Li said quietly, "We're cooperating."

Yang Ming shrugged: "So can I know the cooperation's target now? We've just gone through three transitions; we should be out of the Empire's territory."

Li seemed hesitant.

Yang Ming waited half a minute, then asked, "Haven't you got a suitable adjective yet?"

"Yes," Li whispered, "After all, what I'd like you to help with isn't essentially a good deed."

"I have done plenty of bad things," Yang Ming said with a squinting smile, "The price is right; the queen gets crushed."

"In the Guel Alliance, there's a research institute leading all civilizations of the Galaxy in genetic technology. I want some data from this institute that can help Levi be reborn."

Yang Ming leaned back slightly.

"And then kill Levi," Li said softly.

Yang Ming asked, "I need to infiltrate this institute?"

"Yes, that's part of it. You also need to find a young man of Dominicos' descent. He is the current Galaxy's best bearer of Levi-specific anchor point genes. He will become the new Levi."

Yang Ming:...

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Yang Ming laughed: "It gave me a fright. I thought you were looking to overwrite my brain, let Levi's consciousness descend into my head; just catching a guy, no problem."

Li watched Yang Ming calmly, speaking low: "I know you're probing me, but rest assured, I won't touch you...you belong to Lyu."

Yang Ming: "Don't get ambiguous, Lyu and I are clearly clean; it's just a simple exploitation relationship."

"Hmph," Li nodded, "Your scumbag traits I've known for a long time."

"Hey! You should take responsibility for your words! How am I--!"

Shwoosh!

The projection vanished.