After the feeling of suffocation and dizziness passed, Papaloka slumped on the sofa, rolled his eyes, gasped, and kept lowering his head and coughing several times.
Boss Yang, who never left the single sofa, calmly put down his right hand.
"Why?"
Papaloca glared at him:
"You're just seconds away from suffocating me! Why did you stop!"
"I thought about it," Yang Ming looked at Papaloka and said frankly, "I still want to use you to influence your home planet and reduce the pressure on my home planet."
"It's useless," Papaloka sneered, "my civilization is arrogant at its core."
“No matter how arrogant they are, they are only at a civilization level of 1.5, and they have been severely distorted,” Yang Ming said with a smile. “Since they think they can pass the test reliably, they must consider what happens after they come to the galaxy.
"
Papaloka frowned and looked at Yang Ming.
Boss Yang's eyes glowed with coldness:
"I can do anything for my home planet, bear all the sins, and bear all the infamy.
“Including but not limited to, adding 20 billion slaves to the empire.
"I can't affect the progress of "Faya's Game" yet, but I can affect the empire. I have already threatened other forerunners with the same threat."
Papaloka suddenly laughed and looked at Yang Ming: "If you follow the standards of the Fayan people, your home planet has many possibilities, and a monster like you actually appeared, and it was obtained in such a short time.
With such a huge influence, are you going to force them to make new patches to the rules?"
"not necessarily."
Yang Ming shrugged: "I am working hard to increase my importance among the Faiya people and expand my influence outside of the Faiya game project team."
"You want to use me to have a civilized conversation with me?"
"Yes," Yang Ming looked at Papaloka, "You can refuse, I will think of other ways to make plans."
Yang Ming laughed and looked at Papaloka.
"I am grateful that you told me so much information. This information is of great significance. I discovered that my home planet is not completely without chance.
"As long as we can reach the top three in the first three stages, the fourth stage may not be uncontrollable."
"Will the Faya allow you?" Papaloka stared at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming smiled and said: "If they allow it, I will do it. If they don't allow it, I will do it. At worst, they will kill me directly."
Papaloka was at a loss for words: "Then what gives you the confidence to challenge them? Is it because you serve them?"
"Well," Yang Ming sighed, "that's why I am very passive now. I need to find some ways to turn passiveness into activeness. The road is made by people... Our cooperation can also be a boost for me."
"I just want to free myself."
"No room for negotiation?"
Papaloka frowned and said, "I have shared the information with you, you should meet my request."
Boss Yang said seriously: "But I didn't promise you anything before."
"you!"
"That's all we're talking about today!"
Yang Ming stood up and made a light jump, landing directly at the door. He turned and raised his eyebrows at Papaloka: "See you tomorrow. Chatting with you has benefited me a lot, my beloved elder."
"asshole!"
A pillow flew over and Yang Ming quickly closed the door.
"You two," Yang Ming said with a smile, "please help keep an eye on this lady. She has obvious violent and suicidal tendencies. She is an important friend of mine."
The female agent guarding the door also showed a decent smile.
Yang Ming took a card from his pocket and stuffed it into their collars: "I'll treat your department to tea, a gift from a ghost."
After saying this, he turned around and left calmly.
The eyes of the two female agents followed Yang Ming until he disappeared around the corner.
…
"The information I got is really quite a lot."
In the room, Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the sofa in the corner, facing the aperture of the shielding device, flipping through a magazine and book in front of him, and constantly communicating with Lu.
Lu asked in a low voice: "Boss, do we really want to bring her back to the empire?"
"Well," Yang Ming said, "the Yada Democratic Republic should not object."
"They didn't dare to object," Lu said with a smile. "They had a meeting before. Several of the most important politicians in the country were meeting together. I slipped over and eavesdropped."
"How to say?"
"They also want to establish contact with the Faya people, but they are not sure what the so-called forerunners are."
"This country just emerged in the past millennium?"
"No, it has only developed to its current scale in the past thousand years."
"We still can't ignore the background of the four gangsters in the galaxy," Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, how do they decide?"
Lu couldn't help laughing: "They really want to keep Papa Locka, but they are afraid of offending the White Ghost. Moreover, they still don't understand what benefits the Forerunners can bring to them. There is another very important point.
These are the guys who studied Papaloka's psyche and found it to be an unworthy investment."
"Twenty billion iron-blooded troops came to the Yada Democratic Republic. This democratic country itself has only a small population and cannot absorb such a large number of people."
Yang Ming thought about it and felt a little confused.
"My first thought was to bring this guy back to the empire and use her as a bargaining chip in my game with the empire's top officials.
"The task given to me by the Faya people is to get rid of her and let her gain a certain political influence, so that the 'Faya's Game' project can operate normally.
"By the way, Lu, tell me, the Faya people should have heard what I told her today, right?"
"The Fayans can intercept all information in the entire galaxy, boss."
"That's good," Yang Ming said calmly, "I'll express my feelings to my Faya brother, lest I have to show my hand later and they think I stabbed them in the back."
Lu whispered softly: "The point is, if we show our cards now, nothing will change."
Yang Ming sneered, with a somewhat helpless expression in his eyes.
It really doesn't change anything.
The Milky Way is like an abyss, and now he is just a fish swimming in the abyss who has found a little light. This light cannot shine very far.
How will you know if you don't try?
Yang Ming cheered himself up.
"Lyu, what do you think is the most effective way to make Papa Locka my subordinate, subordinate, or partner?"
"Pretty boy trap!"
"Pooh!"
"Look, look!" Lu snorted, "Boss, you have double standards. If you were like Princess Daphne, you would definitely be abusing yourself with a smile."
"Hey!" Yang Ming glared, "We need to discuss this matter carefully. Have I ever touched Daphne?"
"Yes, the body has not been touched, and the mind has almost been tamed."
Lu snorted:
"Boss, you no longer have much resistance to Daphne. The only thing that can hinder your relationship with Daphne is your little conscience."
"Why are you so concerned about my personal life?"
"I don't care about you, who can care about you, how can I rely on Kolev? This old man is happily socializing every day and has no motivation to fight anymore."
Boss Yang laughed twice and slowly sat down by the window.
It's good to bicker with Ritsu if you have nothing to do.
"Do you think Li and Levi Sherman get along like we do?"
"That's not necessarily true," Ritsu whispered. "The teacher said that because Levi Sherman forcibly restrained Ritsu, they also made fine adjustments to my core."
"To be honest, Li is quite miserable. He has been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years."
Yang Ming brought the topic back:
"Now let's think about how to deal with Papaloka. She is always seeking death and survival, so that's not the way to go."
"Boss, she was hit too hard."
Law sighed:
"This is because the environment between her home planet and the Milky Way is too different. Generally speaking, the Milky Way is still a world of freedom, democracy, and good nature. Powerful empires like the Sherman Empire respect public opinion for fear of being forced by the nobility.
The people rebelled.
"Contrast that with the world she described.
"This gap is huge, and it is reasonable for the psychological defense to collapse.
"It is not difficult to win her over, but it is really a big challenge to heal the scars in her heart."
Yang Ming smiled: "Then I'll leave this matter to you."
"Humph," Lu's voice became much more delicate, "We have to do it. Li and Daphne are both bad women. Let's just stay away from them."
Yang Ming:……
This guy learned to fight for favor very quickly.
…
Mingte City Star, a shuttle bus driving in the underground passage.
The smile on Senator Allison's lips gradually disappeared.
Having just received some substantial benefits and taken a small step towards the core of the new federal power, his mood suddenly turned 180 degrees.
According to the exclusive information given to him by the CIA, a Yada national named "Papaloka" was in close contact with the White Ghost.
To be precise, White Ghost went to the Democratic Republic of Yada just to find this woman. The two had talked in secret many times and seemed to be discussing some confidential matters; but the strange thing is that this woman was just an ordinary bank employee with a bad personality.
His debts and private life management, his charm cannot be said to be radiant, it can only be said to have an obvious negative value.
Isn’t this the Forerunner No. 5?
Allison pursed her lips tightly.
His brain kept thinking about it.
Such an ordinary woman, without any involvement in political activities, was still directly exposed to the sight of the white ghost.
This shows that either the force organization controlled by the White Ghost has become extremely terrifying and can easily penetrate a large country far away in another corner of the galaxy.
Or, the Faya people gave the white ghost enough accurate information.
Of course, there is another possibility - the White Ghost that Forerunner No. 5 actively contacted and wanted to get something from the White Ghost.
No matter which possibility it is, it is not a good thing.
Allison's pressure increased sharply.
He now wanted to know why the Faya people cultivated such a monster.
Daphne thought so.
She lowered her eyes and saw the next few high-definition pictures. Her thin eyebrows suddenly furrowed tightly, her expression showing some confusion and confusion.
He would date... such an aunt...
Oh, I'm sorry, she shouldn't use such words to describe women, it's not elegant.
But this!
Daphne enlarged the picture, adjusted it to a three-dimensional projection, looked at Papaloka carefully, and couldn't help but look down at her carefully maintained figure, and then sighed in confusion.
"It turns out he likes this, so why don't I keep my face clean?"
The makeup artists on the side raised their ears.
Daphne murmured a few words, deleted the message, and said hello, and the three makeup artists quickly turned around and were busy.
at the same time.
In the luxurious private room of a certain entertainment venue in the first star of Yada Democratic Republic, Boss Yang's forehead was covered with black threads. He covered his ears with his hands and looked speechlessly at the elderly aunt who was constantly making heavy metal roars.
This is too torturous!
I have encountered Yang Ming who sings unpleasantly, but this is the first time I have seen someone so unpleasant.
A middle-aged man walked over to the side with his head lowered, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered a few words in Yang Ming's ear.
Boss Yang nodded, and the man immediately trotted away.
Less than half a minute later, the music automatically turned down, the door to the box opened, and a row of young men with eight-pack abs wearing only dress trousers entered the box with smiles on their faces, each carrying a plate of delicacies.
Yang Ming turned to look at Papaloka and raised his eyebrows there.
Papaloka was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
"This is such a waste!"
"What?" Yang Ming was confused.
"Resources, sexual resources," Papaloka pointed at the male models, "I just want one. Am I so inferior? I am so timid when I indulge myself."
Yang Ming's forehead was covered with black lines: "I only show off my skills but not my body! This is for you to sing with me!"
"Oh," a male model smiled coquettishly, "If it's you, sir, we can do it."
"Get out!"
Yang Ming almost hit someone with a wine bottle. The men suddenly turned pale and their chest muscles trembled with fear.
Boss Yang snorted: "Bring me some girls!"
Well, he was trying to prove my own orientation and was not looking for fun or anything.