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    (Yesterday, when I went shopping for groceries, two women in their thirties walked up to me. The two were chattering. They were too far away, and Lao Hei couldn¡¯t hear them clearly. Just as I was about to pass them by, they were talking.  At that time, one of the women said to the other woman: "Without a man, I really don't know how you lived before you were twenty years old?" Then the woman next to her raised her right hand in a show-off manner and replied: "This kind of thing, men don't know how to live."  It¡¯s called Fifth Girl, and I call it Fifth Brother¡±)

    The actual combat strength of the Sixth Fleet is approximately 650,000 ships.  Due to Admiral Mogre's toughness, his efforts to infiltrate the Federal Parliament, and the support from some small opposition parties, New Jupiter already has an absolutely superior military power against the Pan-United Empire in this direction.

    However, not many people know about this matter, only a few confidants of Admiral Mogre and some senior members of the Ye family

    When Gerald walked into the office, the admiral just made his last swing. The white ball rolled gently on the green grass and fell accurately into the preset hole.

    Mogre picked up the towel on the shelf, wiped his fingers carefully, turned around and walked back behind the desk. While sitting down, he pointed to the chair opposite and smiled at Gerald: "Don't be so formal.  Even though I am Fleet Commander, I also like the lads from the Army.¡±

    Gerald smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sir, I am already forty-one years old."

    ¡°I just celebrated my eighty-third birthday last week.¡±

    Mogre shrugged, spread his hands, and smiled nonchalantly: "When I was forty-one, you were not born yet! No matter from which aspect, you are still a young man in front of me."

    As he spoke, he leaned back on the chair: "Tell me! What do you want from me?"

    Gerald took out the defense change document from his briefcase, handed it over, and raised his head slightly.  He glanced at the old-style clock hanging on the wall behind Mogre - the hands and scale showed that it was now two forty-six in the afternoon.

    "The Army should strengthen its training content and its ground combat methods should be more flexible. Haha! This is not a complaint or a complaint. I made suggestions to the military department half a year ago to revise the Army's training syllabus. Those guys are very rigid in their minds.  They hide in the office all day long, never having contact with frontline soldiers, and not knowing the gap between actual combat and training Did I say too much? Please forgive me, as people get older, they will have some problems.  nagging"

    Mogre seemed to be commenting, but also seemed to be talking to himself.  He put on his glasses and studied the garrison report carefully.  Use a pen to modify some of the content on the paper.  It seems that he is an old man with slow movements and slow thinking.  It's just that he has one more uniform of a federal army general than ordinary people.

    Gerald watched this scene silently, pursed his lips and said nothing.

    There are hundreds of analytical reports showing that Admiral Mogore is very good at disguise.  Or should I say.  He never shows his true thoughts in front of others - his age is the best protective color, and his confusing language and slow movements are completely consistent with his age in his eighties.  But actually.  His mind was very sharp and his body muscles still had vitality.  His current decrepit appearance was just to deceive others, and also to make people think that he might die of illness unexpectedly at any time, so as to prevent him from coveting the command of the Sixth Fleet.

    A few minutes later, Mogre put away his pen, handed the approved report back to Gerald, and said with a smile: "The fleet logistics management department has assigned a training base for you. You guys have a good rest first, and I will give instructions."  They have prepared all the necessary supplies. It just so happened that they just shipped a batch of fresh beef from the immigrant planet yesterday, plus mashed potatoes and chocolate ice cream. It can be considered the best welcome I can give you."

    "Thanks!"

    Gerald did not reach for the documents on the table. He looked around subconsciously. Suddenly, he leaned down and said in a very low voice that only two people could hear: "Sir, there is one thing.  I need to report to you alone."

    This sentence obviously has another special meaning.

    Admiral Mogre put away the smile on his face and frowned slightly.  He put down the pen in his hand, leaned back on the chair, crossed his hands, and showed majesty and doubt in his eyes.

    "There is no third person here."

    The admiral looked at the other person for a few seconds and said slowly: "What do you want to tell me?"

    Gerald¡¯s expression remained stubborn, and his standing posture did not change at all: ¡°Please turn off the electronic monitoring system in this room and the remote monitoring alarm in the corridor.¡±

      Admiral Mogre's old face showed a hint of surprise, and then quickly turned into a touch of anger¡ª¡ªWith the advancement of time and technology, electronic monitoring probes have become similar to ordinary household appliances in the old era.  Not only powerful figures, but also ordinary people like to install some relatively cheap monitoring equipment inside and outside their homes.  This has become a habit, just like a person who often uses a mobile phone and will feel uncomfortable at any time without carrying a mobile phone.  In a sense, Gerald's request already involves Mogre's personal domain.

    This is no different from directly ordering someone to take off their clothes and pose in a fixed pose for you to admire.

    "I need an explanation."

    The admiral waited patiently for Gerald's next words, and he was controlling his growing anger.

    The burly Army Major General reached for the briefcase beside him, but his thick fingers slowly stopped on the surface of the metal buckle.  He kept licking his lips, as if he was thinking about how to speak.  After being silent for about ten seconds, he finally made up his mind and said in a somewhat dull and very sure tone: "You will understand the seriousness of this matter after reading it. But  . I still need you to turn off the electronic surveillance system. Not just in this one room, but preferably the entire building."

    Mogre looked at Gerald coldly.

    Turning off the automatic warning device of the entire building means that what happens in the room cannot be known to the outside world.  But the consequences are also very serious.

    This is the command center of the Sixth Fleet.  No one can guarantee, let alone be sure, what will happen during the period when the system is shut down?

    "At most, it only takes five minutes."

    Gerald certainly understood that his request went beyond certain permissions.  He added: "Four minutes and fifty-six seconds to be exact."

    A trace of doubt flashed in the depths of Mogre's eyes.

    He is a cautious person.  Of course he also understood the relationship between Gerald and Zhou Yiming.  In the simplest terms.  The man in front of him, who looked as rough as a Viking, was actually the direct descendant and confidant of the Federal Deputy Chief of Staff.  The latter's biggest interest is to limit the centralization of power among the federal fleet commanders.  This kind of contradiction cannot be reconciled at all, if it is not covered by the banner of "Federation", between Zhou Yiming and Mogre.  There cannot be a relationship between colleagues and superiors.

    Mogre didn¡¯t understand¡ª¡ªWhat on earth did Gerald want to tell him?  Do we have to turn off the entire building¡¯s automatic monitoring system?

    Countless thoughts quickly flashed through the admiral's mind. He tried to figure out Gerald's psychology from all aspects, recalling every move this man made from the time he walked into the room until now.  Even the smallest changes in facial muscles were dug out from the depths of his mind like treasures and became the basis for judging the next decision.  .  .  .  .  .  In this way, time passed slowly in a silent and depressing atmosphere.  Until Mogre was sure that he had not found any flaws and did not detect any hostility from the other party.  Only then did a very forced smile appear from the edge of his rigid face.

    ¡°My curiosity got the better of me.¡±

    Mogore opened the drawer, reached out and pressed the main control button in the dark room, and said in a strong and heavy-stressed tone: "I hope what you show me is of sufficient weight and not just a boring joke. General, I must  Mind you - I'm not in the habit of celebrating April Fool's Day. Especially when it comes to matters like this, there's nothing personal about it."

    Gerald nodded seriously and opened his briefcase.  Take out a nano information magnetic card and place it carefully and respectfully on the table.

    Finish all this.  He raised his head and glanced at the big clock hanging behind Admiral Mogre.

    The time is already 3:06 pm

    In the commercial district at night, colorful neon lights are flashing everywhere.  On the storefront illuminated by lights, street girls wearing scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup stood in twos and threes.

    After smashing out a thick stack of banknotes, Ye Tao, who was drunk, hugged a tall street girl and walked into the small hotel next to him.  He was so hot from the alcohol that he couldn't wait for the girl to take off her thin dress.  It pounced on him like a wild beast.  Amidst the screams and lustful gasps, she desperately vented her inner frenzied desires.

    Under the anesthesia of alcohol, he could no longer tell who the woman beneath him was.  All he knew was that he felt very unhappy.  The extremely swollen genitals didn't even look like they wanted to ejaculate.  The congested spongy bodies have stretched the thin epidermis until it shows a bloody red color.  The suppressed anger and desire in the heart need to be given the fullest, most thorough, and most brutal expression.Release.

    "Snapped¡ª¡ª"

    A heavy slap on the girl's tender face.  It brought about bursts of burning pain.

    ¡°Bang¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    A hard fist hit the girl's chest hard, denting her towering breasts.

    Vent, I need to vent.

    Although sometimes we encounter customers who are demanding and perverted, for the sake of money, the street girls will always endure the pain and endure it silently.  But today was different. The girl lying on the bed felt that the young man riding on her was simply a terrifying beast.  What he needs is not physical and sexual venting at all.  But want.  .  .  .  .  .  kill.

    "Yes, I'm sorry! I, I won't do your business anymore. The money, the money is all here, all returned to you¡ª¡ªPlease, let me go¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª"

    The girl with a frightened face struggled desperately, trying to crawl out from under Ye Tao.  But he twisted his arm and turned it away, spreading his fingers and clasping them tightly on the white breasts.  With a sudden force, five dense blood holes suddenly appeared.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªHelp! Help¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªUh¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Ye Tao smiled ferociously, tightly covering the girl's mouth with both hands and pulling hard on both sides.  Accompanying the girl's screams were the sounds of muscle tearing, and the originally beautiful face was torn in half alive.  Protruding teeth and bones emerged from the flesh.  The eyeballs, which were stimulated by fear and pain, were also filled with dense bloodshot eyes.  Even the tongue used for pronunciation was forcibly pulled out from the inside of the body under the brute force of external forces.

    ¡°Zhang Xiaoxian, I¡¯m going to kill you¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡±

    Ye Tao can no longer tell the difference between reality and fantasy.  His lower body was still making primitive physiological twitches.  The already dead girl no longer struggled.  The man riding on her was howling like a wild beast.  In the most barbaric way, he tastes the prey he exchanged for money.

    There is dark red liquid everywhere on your naked body.  It looked like an extremely cruel feast of human flesh

    The center of the light blue holographic light curtain.  Ye Tao's extremely ferocious face, covered in blood and pieces of flesh like a wild beast, was firmly fixed.  The dazzling red color released from every corner of the screen gradually spreads to the entire screen, forming a shocking and frightening horror picture.

    The playback number in the lower right corner of the screen stopped at "four minutes and fifty-six seconds", which was exactly the same time limit as Gerald said.

    "This is part of the information collected by the Military Intelligence Bureau on the capital star "Light of Hope". We have examined the flesh and blood remains left at the scene of the incident. They contain a mutant cell with a special structure. It can secrete and digest  The extremely powerful enzyme itself is also highly phagocytic. This cellular characteristic will affect the brain's main nervous system, causing the infected person to make a series of actions that violate basic moral concepts."

    Gerald¡¯s voice was as thick as ever, but in Admiral Mogre¡¯s ears, it could no longer produce much of a ripple effect.  He sat blankly on the chair, looking at the holographic screen in disbelief. His twitching eyes quickly flashed with rage and flames that were about to ignite an explosion.

    He never dreamed of it.  The nano information magnetic card Gerald took out from his briefcase turned out to be such a video picture.  He was finally able to understand what Gerald had said before and why he was already asking himself to turn off the electronic monitoring system.

    Admiral Mogore knows very well that once this video material is leaked.  What kind of sensation will it cause throughout the Federation?

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Killing people.  .  .  .  .  .  In any era, it is a serious crime that must be sentenced to death.  No matter what excuse the perpetrator has, the subjective will of the jury will always be in favor of the deceased victim.  What's more, this video material has obviously been edited, and the event process and scene alternation are very tight. There are too many characteristics that can prove that the perpetrator is Ye Tao himself.  Especially the killing process in the last hundred or so seconds can only be described as cruel, barbaric, and violent.  Even if he really used his strength to interfere with the judgment, he would not be able to obtain the most desired result of acquittal.

    Admiral Mogre glanced at the ferocious and violent grandson on the screen, tried hard to control the twitching muscles on his face, and turned his gaze to Gerald, who was standing opposite the desk.  He asked coldly: "Tell me! What are Zhou Yiming's conditions?"

    The thing is already very clear - although the federal military adopts covert control methods in the country, it is impossible to achieve 100% monitoring of every civilian.  Admiral Mogre has reason to believe that this video material must be part of Zhou Yiming's plan to reduce his power.  Blackmail, control, and ultimately achieve the goal of controlling or significantly reducing the strength of the Sixth Fleet.  .  ??.  .  .  It's mean, but it works.

    "You misunderstood. This video document did not come from the instructions of the Commander-in-Chief."

    Gerald glanced at the wall clock. Another fifteen minutes had passed.  He shook his head: "The initial target of the Military Intelligence Bureau's attention was not your grandson Ye Tao, but the sleeper personnel from the Pan-United Empire."

    Although the wrinkles on Admiral Mogre's face are dense, his eyes are as sharp as swords.  He looked at Gerald coldly and said in a low voice: "I'm listening! Keep talking¡ª¡ª"

    "Intelligence shows that the Pan-United Empire is developing a very powerful new biochemical weapon. This virus is extremely contagious and can transform virus carriers into dolls that have lost their original consciousness in a short period of time. Transformed bodies  They have no memory and rely entirely on biological instincts to act. They regard all movable objects as attack targets. Since most of their nerve centers and body functions are blocked, they have no awareness of external factors such as pain, paralysis, fear, etc.  .The only way to deal with this kind of infected body is to hit the heart, head, or important organs and other vital parts."

    Gerald¡¯s narrative was very organized, and Admiral Mogore was unknowingly attracted by what he told.  He suddenly felt that Zhou Yiming's real purpose may not be to break up with him, let alone the expected hostility, but more like a clearly required cooperation.

    "Once this virus is released on the federal immigrant planet, it will cause unpredictable casualties. The General Intelligence Agency is studying it in order to create a vaccine with targeted effects as soon as possible, but its destructive power is far greater than we imagined.  More Regarding this, I believe you should be able to understand it after watching the following scene."

    With that said, Gerald took out another magnetic card.

    At this moment, the hands on the wall clock have passed three thirty-eight.

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