Author: Back to business

Horatio McGee is a short, middle-aged man.

He has an ordinary appearance and is rather fat, but the black coat on his body covers his figure very well, and his somewhat swollen face always has a sense of restraint.

He is indeed a bit reserved.

As an ordinary intelligence investigation team leader of the Military Intelligence Bureau, he used to travel around various regions, earning a high salary, but rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Generally speaking, the management of the Military Intelligence Bureau is composed of military officers. For a guy like him who is not even a civil servant of the imperial government, it is difficult for him to be promoted upwards.

The sound of rhythmic footsteps came from the side.

Mikey immediately raised his chest and raised his head, and put his hands in his coat pockets to make himself look less nervous.

The beautiful officer who was a head taller than him and had long, smooth brown hair appeared in front of him again.

"Leader McGee, please come this way. The deputy director has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thanks."

McGee lowered his head and picked up his briefcase. Thinking back to the back and forth inspections before entering the base, he felt inexplicably more nervous.

The deputy director of the Military Intelligence Bureau is usually a major general from the military department. Each one is so powerful that a single word can make him die without a burial place.

McGee recalled the "dense teachings" from his menopausal wife, and was determined to seize this opportunity.

The elevator goes down, and the corridors are spread east and west. From the several windows passing by, you can see some indoor training grounds, where you can see many young men and women sweating and conducting high-intensity tactical training.

When Mikey saw this, he just shook his head slightly.

This kind of routine physical training can be seen in military camps and ships across the empire, and it is not the way to train intelligence personnel.

The beautiful officer in front stopped in front of a three-meter-high dark explosion-proof door and rang the doorbell.

"My lord, Captain Horatio McGee has arrived."

A response came from the doorbell: "Come in."

What a young voice.

Mikey was filled with emotion in his heart. He thought that this was probably a young hereditary nobleman who entered the Military Intelligence Agency to gain qualifications.

But, what does this young deputy director want to do with him?

I'm just a frontline agent.

The door opened, the beautiful officer took two steps forward, and then greeted her politely and with a smile.

Mikey took a breath and stepped inside. He looked up and saw the figure writing something behind the spacious desk. He vaguely felt that the head was familiar, but he didn't dare to look any further, so he quickly walked inside.

Click.

The beautiful officer left on her own and closed the door.

"Sir," McGee said from a distance, "are you looking for me?"

"Well," the young man looked up at McGee and said with a smile, "Sit on the sofa over there and have a drink. I'll come over after I finish writing this report."

Mikey seemed to be stunned, standing there in a daze, unable to move.

White, white, white ghost!

"**!"

"Huh?" Yang Ming frowned and looked over. Does this guy have any objections to him?

"Oh! Oh! I'm not scolding you!" Mikey's face turned red, and his breathing was a little rapid, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "I am your fan! Sir! White Ghost Sir! Haha, it was you who summoned me!

What do you want me to do? Oh, you want me to die! I am your biggest fan!"

McGee rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the white ghost's back turning its head.

Yang Ming smiled and said nothing, and continued to write his own words without paying much attention to him.

A few minutes later.

Team Leader McGee has regained his composure and is standing cautiously next to the sofa.

Yang Ming walked over with his hands behind his back: "Sit down."

"Okay, okay, you just sit down, I'll stand!"

"Sit down," Yang Ming tutted, "I asked you to come here because I took a fancy to your talent and wanted you to help me investigate something. I didn't ask you to come here to chase stars."

Team Leader McGee smiled sheepishly, lowered his head and sat opposite Yang Ming.

"You wrote these reports, right?"

Yang Ming pushed several projected documents over.

Mikey looked at it carefully for a while and nodded quickly: "Yes, I wrote it. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"It's done very well," Yang Ming said. "Most of the time, the Empire's Military Intelligence Bureau serves the Imperial Military. There are not many intelligence officers like you. To put it simply, I asked you to come here for two things."

"You say."

"The first thing is to prove your ability first. I will let you investigate several big nobles. I don't care what means you use. I need you to get their criminal evidence without alerting them.

"

Yang Ming stared at McGee:

"I can give you all the resources within my authority. Do you dare to take on this task?"

"dare!"

McGee said loudly: "Like you, I hate the decadent class in this country. My father was persecuted by the great nobles and his family was ruined!"

"You don't need to tell me your background, I just value your ability."

Yang Ming nodded slightly:

"If you accomplish this, then I will give you a second task. Within the framework of the Military Intelligence Bureau, conduct the assessment and reorganization of intelligence officers, establish an intelligence system to supervise the nobles, and in the future, this system

Tentacles reaching out to the empire's enemies.

"I can tell you clearly that I will only stay in the Military Intelligence Agency for about one or two years, but I hope that this intelligence system can continue to play a role after I leave.

"Do you get me?"

"Yes, I understand!" Mikey whispered, "I will not let you down! I swear on my honor!"

"Okay, relax."

Yang Ming raised his hand and pointed at the bar not far away, and a bottle of wine and a wine glass floated over.

"Drink a few drinks with me, and we'll figure out which big nobles to deal with."

The fanaticism in McGee's eyes could not be hidden.

He rubbed his hands, took the initiative to take the bottle and glass, poured wine for Yang Ming, and then stood behind Yang Ming, looking down at the confidential information.

McGee felt that he had reached a turning point in his life.

He firmly believed that this was absolutely the case.

…

The Military Intelligence Bureau also has many talented people.

In the evening on this planet, Yang Ming was walking in the square above the base, while eight "female robots" in military uniforms were on guard nearby.

The spaceship on which McGee was riding had just left. He took the gold medal command arrow given by Yang Ming and went back to gather elite soldiers and generals to form a "Military Intelligence Bureau Special Intelligence Team". He aimed his guns at several wealthy nobles and prepared to provide some new resources for the empire's military expenditure.

's power point'.

This will probably take several months.

Yang Ming is not in a hurry. He plans to arrange a few more similar missions, cultivate a group of "own people" within the Military Intelligence Agency, and then hand these guys over to Artero's command.

Artero is a good comrade.

The brains are there, but not much;

There is a castle in the chest, but it is very shallow.

However, this guy's character is quite conceited.

Before Atero gained power, he always called Yang Ming 'Mr. Ghost', and after he gained power, he called Yang Ming 'Dear Brother Hanton'.

He is a good fulcrum that can be used. His Majesty the Emperor wants to train Atero to become the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau. That is simply a steamer on the ground and has its cap blocked!

There is no need to replace him with a mechanical thinking body.

Of course, Yang Ming did not dare to spread the mechanical thinking body within the empire, as it might be exposed at any time, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

The Fallen Wind Alliance has completed its second expansion, and Emilia has returned to her 'normal' life in the palace.

Yang Ming now wants to go back and see Emilia. Edwang entrusted her to him. From now on, he must protect her and help her like her brother, so that she can realize Edwang's long-cherished wish -

—Luo Feng is independent of the forest of galactic governments.

Now, Yang Ming can already see the troubles and disasters on the road ahead.
To be continued...