163 Fish that don't bite the hook

"Hey, Yang Luo, are you okay?"

Back in the transport ship that returned to the wind, there was only a lounge for two people.

Emilia, who was sitting on the edge of the table with a pair of slender calves gently shaking, watched in amazement as Yang Luo untied the bandages and splints on her arms.

Yang Luo calmly moved his wrists and ankles: "With such a small scene, how could I be injured." โ€

What's going on? Emilia asked, her eyes lit up.

Yang Luo summed up simply: "Just go and fight you?" What did you do again? โ€

I've fought with them too," Emilia said with resentment written on her pretty face. โ€

Yang Luo smiled:

I fought with them, and it was well thought out.

"The nobles of the Sherman Empire are a very awkward group, when you insult this class, they will quickly form a group, and make you bow your head regardless of whether you take advantage of it or not, this is their ridiculous sense of superiority and honor."

"And there are some sensitive elements in this matter, you know, so we can use the Foreign Affairs Bureau to put pressure on Count Mensa, and then take the initiative through the small diffusion of surveillance video."

"The best way to get you back is to fight with them without casualties, and whoever wins will have an advantage."

Emilia's eyes sparkled and she asked, "Did you win?" โ€

"Uh-huh," Yang Luo turned on the projection screen with his watch, and a series of flickering images appeared on it.

More than forty wounded soldiers of the Falling Wind Royal Guards followed behind Yang Luo, leaving behind the enemies and allies who were rolling on the ground and wailing and losing their combat effectiveness, and rushed directly to the top of the hillside, kicking down the exquisite and retro wooden fence courtyard wall of Count Mensa Manor, and putting a group of guards who rushed in with their bare hands to the ground, heading towards the main building of the manor.

Yang Luo said with a smile: "You can check it on the Internet at will, and the sixty warriors of Luofeng have captured the Mensa family manor." โ€

"This?"

Puzzled, Arimia asked:

"The Sherman nobles regard honor as their own life, how could they let you rush in?"

"They haven't fought before, and the training items of the guards on weekdays are weapon combat and hand-to-hand combat."

"Then why don't they use weapons? How can you be sure of that? โ€

"This is the political part," Yang Luo smiled mysteriously, "Your second brother contacted the prince and the Imperial Treasury who have an interest in us, and I spread some news on the network, just to be safe, I also asked my assistant to hack into their manor's protection system in the network defense area, and the new federation can give me a headache." โ€

"Well," said Amilia, "but it's always too risky, Mr. Hunter. โ€

Yang Luo shrugged his shoulders and took off the inner lining sprinkled with the Mensa family's nosebleeds in front of Amilia.

Emilia immediately turned her head to look to the side, "You're too rude!"

Yang Luo, who subconsciously didn't treat Emilia as a woman, calmly put on a new lining for herself:

"What about you, it's not a good habit to stab people with a sword."

I'm also deliberate," Emilia pouted. โ€

"Huh? Why? โ€

"Mom's situation is too embarrassing."

Emilia glanced at the hatch and saw that the shield had been turned on at some point, before she continued:

"I can't even understand why there are people in the family of Count Mensa other than the current Earl who know the secret that my mother is a staff member of the Foreign Affairs Bureau."

"That shameless whoredom wanted to use this secret to get my mom to comply, and my mom gave him a slap in the face, and he started beating mom."

As I put my sword against his neck, I forced myself to think for a few seconds, as you taught me.

"It was I who used reason to make judgments, and finally chose to warn them in this way."

Yang Luo raised an eyebrow.

Because of reason, so stabbing people?

Emilia goes on to explain:

"I stabbed him out of his brain, heart and lungs, and this non-major penetrating wound would not be life-threatening, and there would be enough visual stimulation."

"My mother is a staff member of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, which brings her a lot of pressure."

"If I don't do this, my mother will have to swallow her anger, and the Mensa family will make more non-centrific demands, and the possibility of my mother being abandoned by the Foreign Affairs Bureau will be further increased."

"I have to make them notice that behind my mother, there is also me, the princess of the Falling Wind Royal Family."

Emilia bit her lower lip lightly, her gaze extremely determined:

"Only I can protect her."

Poplar:

If she hadn't known, when she was thirteen years old, she still needed the living officer to tell a bedtime story, Yang Luo would really be impressed by her.

"I can only say that you did think about it, but it was not comprehensive enough."

Yang Luo picked up a bottle of distilled water, moistened his throat, and continued:

"There won't be such a thing in the future, your mother can enjoy happiness in the Falling Wind Palace with peace of mind in the future, and after this incident, we will reasonably overprotect her."

"Many times, the Sherman Empire's assessment of the falling wind is done through your mother."

"Well," said Emilia, "Mommy is on our side now, I can feel it. โ€

Yang Luo said: "But you must let the Foreign Affairs Bureau know that she still retains absolute loyalty, and your mother should be able to handle this." โ€

Emilia looked down in thought.

Yang Luo smiled: "Don't worry about it, study hard and learn more knowledge." There's one more thing you need to pay attention to. โ€

"What?"

"In order to put pressure on Count Mensa before, I circulated the surveillance video of you kicking the door"

Yang Luo's expression was a little embarrassed:

"I didn't expect that there are so many fun people in the empire, plus I started a live broadcast behind me, and some high-ranking officials in the empire are not strict."

"In short, now the Sherman Empire's hot search entries on the whole network, the first, second, and third are about the battle between the White Ghost and Zubin Star, and the last few are all you."

Emilia tilted her head.

She picked up the network access terminal that had been shut down and taken away by the aristocratic court, and casually opened a portal to look at it, and her expression was suddenly colorful.

#่ฝ้ฃŽๅ…ฌไธปๅฅฝ้ฃ’#

#่ดตๆ—ไผš็Žฉ: The Earl's grandson's deformed love for his aunt#

#ๅ“ชไธชๅคงๅฎถๆ—ๆ•ขๅจถ#

"Hmph," Emilia rolled her eyes, "I didn't think about marrying Sherman, and ruining the reputation of the Mensa family was also a punishment for them. โ€

Yang Luo squinted and smiled.

Or that although this little princess is smart, she doesn't have enough of the overall situation now.

The question now for the Mensa family is, is this reputation?

Will the Sherman Empire's Foreign Affairs Bureau let Mensa go?

Buzz, buzz.

Yang Luo's watch vibrated slightly, and the message of the law bypassed the shielding system and was sent smoothly.

Sure enough.

The Presbyterian is about to interview the Earl of Mensa;

The Imperial Noble Realm Auditor's Court initiated an accounting inventory of the Mensa family's assets;

The Imperial Ethics Tribunal has announced the initiation of long-term supervision of the Mensa family.

Madame Marg's anger had begun to surge.

Go back and rest," Yang Luo said with a smile, "Before I send you to the Wind Palace, I will be on this ship, and your face is pigmented." โ€

"Impossible! I always use my mother's skin care products, so I'm going to do a skin test. โ€

Emily jumped down from the table, rushed to the hatch with her skirt in her hand, and didn't forget to turn her head to look at Yang Luo for a few seconds before leaving.

"Huh?" Yang Luo was a little puzzled.

"Nothing," said Amilia, "I'll pay you later for this action." โ€

"Our long-term cooperative relationship," Yang Luo said with a smile, "You look at it, don't be less than your pocket money for a month." โ€

Emilia grimaced, opened the hatch and stepped out of the shielded area.

Yang Luo also faintly heard the maid's advice and nagging.

They were reminding Emilia not to spend too much time alone with men, as it could easily affect the princess's reputation for purity.

The shield was lifted, and the projection of the law appeared on Yang Luo's dial, and he whispered:

"The picture of Her Highness Emilia pulling out her sword and kicking the door is so cool."

"Isn't it cool that I beat people?"

"You're playing normally, and you even have to hide most of your strength," "Ritsu pouted, it's cool for ฮผ girl to dare to face the despicable and dirty humanity and still maintain the purity of her heart." โ€

Yang Luo casually pinched the face of the law into a bun with broken filling.

"Keep an eye on the Sherman Empire, and don't let anyone associate me with the White Ghost."

"If the boss didn't open God's perspective, who would associate the Major of the Falling Wind Empire with the omnipotent white ghost?"

"That's right, it's better to be careful."

Yang Luo stretched:

"It's time for me to visit those valiant soldiers, is there any information worth paying attention to?"

Ritsu suddenly thought of a white ghost related word that had been deliberately spread three times by an unknown force.

It's the strange quote 'the universe is the abyss'.

Is that valuable?

"I don't think there's any information worth paying attention to," Ritsu said, "and the Internet is boiling right now, and we need to wait until it cools down." โ€

Yang Luo nodded, he had no interest in surfing the Internet for the time being.

Sherman Imperial Star Circle;

The natural satellite named 'Thunder of the Wrath' has been transformed into a fortress and a training ground for special armies.

Grace took the pen and wrote his name on the collar of several beautiful blonde women with hips, and got a few winks and kisses.

This captain is now a celebrity in the Heavenly Fury Fortress.

Although he was only stained with the light of a white ghost, now, he was the only living Imperial warrior who blew up the fourth-order Zerg queen in his current generation.

In the past two days, in order to cope with the invitation, he has been 'overwhelmed'.

Some female reformers not only look enchanting and colorful, but their combat effectiveness in that aspect also makes Grace, an ordinary reformer, completely unbearable.

Special forces are just a general term given by the outside world, and they are named after secret numbers internally.

They usually include three types: semi-mechanical modification, genetic modification, and general enhanced modification, and their main mission is to act as the army's high-end infantry to deal with some thorny problems.

For example, the powerful Valkyrie before;

There is also this administrative star insect plague.

During the period when the Zerg is inactive, the establishment of special forces will not be too large, after all, the training of each enhanced warrior not only costs a lot of money, but also bears the risk of failure of the transformation operation.

Grace just got the news that he was going to be promoted, and the special forces were going to be expanded.

He is now very calm about the news.

Whenever the surroundings were free, Grace slashed across the crimson mecha of the white ghost, and the red shockwave that appeared three times.

That kind of shockwave, Grace always felt like he had seen it somewhere.

That mighty Valkyrie seems to have similar abilities.

However, Grace believes that the Valkyrie monster is based on unbelievable biological energy, and the strength of the White Ghost is based on a powerful mecha, although the two are similar, but the details are very different.

Is it possible that the White Ghost organization has different people in different roles? โ€™

Grace kept thinking.

"Hey, Captain Hero!"

A sweet and soft voice floated from the side.

Grace turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from, it was next to a strangely shaped experimental airship, and there was a beautiful woman with big breasts and big waves, leaning against the hatch of the airship, and winked at Grace.

Under her hot pants are slender legs, and the lower end of her short sleeves is rolled upside down, revealing her waist with obvious abdominal contours.

"How about a cup of coffee? I want to get to know you about your strong physique. โ€

Grace's legs trembled unconsciously.

Made!

The odds of this encounter are too high!

He just crawled out of a strange single dormitory half an hour ago!

"No, no, I'm still busy picking new members."

Grace smiled awkwardly, and then hurried away.

Can't stand it.

Even if the white ghost comes, I can't stand it!

Meanwhile.

New Federal Mint City, in a smoky cafรฉ.

Allison, a celebrity councilor, put down his knife and fork, took a sip of the refreshing drink on the side, and slid the projection screen in his hand.

Most of the ordinary people in the new federation can only enjoy the administrative star network or the network within the same province, but in Minte City, as long as you spend some money, you can connect to the normal interstellar network.

Allison clicked on the news that was circulating right now.

Sixty-six warriors of the Falling Wind Empire captured Earl Sherman's manor?

Allison watched the video for a while, closed it with some boredom, and continued to search for the news he was interested in.

I thought it was a war, but after clicking on it, I didn't expect it to be a hand-to-hand combat with bare hands, just like an entertainment variety show, and there is a group of people below who brag about the bloody nature of imperial men.

The imperial system was based on the exploitation of the common people by the aristocracy.

No matter how much you glorify the empire, you can't ignore their trampling on human rights, which is simply a stain on interstellar civilization.

Allison didn't really understand.

Why, with such a high-end technology, there are so many political systems in a galactic civilization, and isn't the presidential system of the vote vote the standard configuration of the advanced civilization?

Allison thought of his hometown's prediction of a high-level civilization, and developed to an interstellar civilization of level 3 or above, and it was even possible to break away from the body and only use the mind to communicate, and everyone had equal authority in the mind network.

Well, there is indeed a certain gap between reality and ideals.

Allison wiped the edge of his mouth elegantly, and when his finger clicked on the projection screen to send a text message, he unconsciously cocked his orchid finger.

[Isn't the white ghost hooked yet?] ใ€‘

[Not at the moment, the secret website we set up has not yet been visited.] ใ€‘

Allison suddenly felt a little headache.

Of course, he believed in his technical team, which was all new federal technical talents who were one in a thousand, and it took him a lot of effort to put them together.

[The last round of news diffusion will begin tomorrow, and double the resources to go in.] If the other party doesn't take the bait, then abandon the plan and you get back to normal. ใ€‘

[Okay, Councillor.] ใ€‘

Allison shook his head, pulled out the online library, and continued to study the theories of some basic subjects carefully during the work break.