Chapter 291: 144 White Ghost_3

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“Mm, I understand, boss. Any situation will have uncertainties.”

Lyu responded seriously.

However, the computing power of her two main processors was nearly maxed out, and the cooling liquid was running low.

…

Time, this nonexistent dimension, continued to evolve and advance in every artificially defined second.

In a certain secret underground base on a resource star within the New Federation, Professor Pat sat in a narrow conference room, constantly listening to several high-ranking officials bickering back and forth, and simply crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Aboard the Feinan, drifting near the Dark Star, the projections of Dabitch and Lyu occasionally appeared, and after a brief discussion with Yang Ming, they hurriedly disappeared.

Inside the Sherman Empire, on the first planet of a certain constant star system, the cargo holds of two transport ships were widely open, and the insect eggs trembled gently, basking in the star’s heat, while the mother worm slept soundly under the anesthetic gas.

The two systems next to the mother worm were running in parallel at the moment, one continuously sending signals and the other continuously interfering.

The atmosphere in the video conference where Professor Pat was located grew increasingly oppressive.

A specialized ship from the CIA approached the abandoned resource star where the insect eggs were buried, and the constant stream of returned images showed that there were no satellites around the resource star, and the airspace was quiet.

Finally, the specialized detection ship reached the synchronous orbit of the resource star, and the crew quickly located the burial site of the insects based on information left by the seven agents before, pointing high-speed cameras at the surface.

The wreckage of a large transport ship suddenly appeared in front of Professor Pat.

The bugs were gone!

Professor Pat abruptly stood up, and the Deputy Director of the CIA, high-ranking officials from the New Federation’s Ministry of Defense, and the leader of the Gray Moth Plan Action Group, all showed similar expressions of shock.

The specialized detection ship cut into the atmosphere, rapidly descending towards the insect burial site, and more high-definition images were transmitted back to Professor Pat through a directional jump trajectory information channel.

“How is this possible!”

“Has there been a leak in this plan?”

“Professor Pat, besides us CIA, only your side knows about this!”

“Deputy Director,” Professor Pat coldly responded, “if you want to point fingers, then do some homework first. All external communication signals from our base are under your surveillance, no one possesses a network terminal, and the entire resource star is one-way shielded.”

The director shouted from the side, “Yes, if there has been an intelligence leak, it could only have come from within your CIA.”

The Deputy Director growled, “Absolutely, no, such possibility!”

“Director!”

The meeting room door was suddenly pushed open, and a bald Dr. Nardo rushed in, panting:

“The location signal of the mother worm has been restored!”

“Where are the bugs?”

“In, within the Sherman Empire.”

Professor Pat and the institute director were taken aback simultaneously.

In the video conference, two middle-aged women appeared next to the CIA Deputy Director, seemingly assistants of some kind, quickly reporting something.

Professor Pat saw that the Deputy Director seemed to have been electrocuted, his whole body somewhat weak, his face devoid of color, and his breathing a bit heavy.

The Deputy Director’s lips moved continuously, forgetting that he had just muted.

“What are you saying!” Professor Pat shouted, frowning, “Unmute to communicate!”

The Deputy Director raised his hand and pressed a button, but immediately cursed, “Professor Pat, you have betrayed our country!”

Professor Pat frowned, staring at the Deputy Director, coldly laughing, “Are you trying to randomly assign me a crime to make me bear the consequences of your job’s failure?”

“No, just over ten minutes ago, there was a massive information spread on the network within the Sherman Empire. This is that video, and it has been distributed throughout the entire network of the Sherman Empire in a short time!”

The Deputy Director played the video directly.

Professor Pat’s expression became incredibly heavy after just a few glances.

The first scene of the video was the entrance to the experimental area of the Rams Star underground base, with several insects being strapped with densely packed sensors, and researchers recording data nearby.

The second scene, the third scene… The situation at the Rams Star underground base emerged rapidly.

The video included some animated illustrations, outlining the structure of the Rams Star base, and even showed the giant petri dish where the mother worm was detained.

The video progressed, and at the twenty-second mark, a figure appeared in the video.

Professor Pat.

“… This is not an ordinary experimental project, in this laboratory, which concerns the fate of our country…”

“You need to understand what exactly we are doing! We are artificially controlling natural disasters! We want to use filthy bugs to achieve even dirtier political ends!”

This was Professor Pat’s roar and shout.

The video quickly switched scenes.

The insect race revolt at the Rams Star base;

The video featured a close-up of the hijacked transport ship flying out of the atmosphere, with the mass of larvae clinging to the hull;

The end of the video showed the transport ship being destroyed by the New Federation Fleet…

The entire video was no more than fifty-five seconds long, yet the amount of information contained was enormous, with a clear logical line.

The New Federation had been raising the insect race and placing insect eggs to deal with the Sherman Empire.

“Hera…”

Professor Pat murmured, with a hint of despair in his eyes, as he slumped into his chair, his bloodshot eyes turning to Dr. Nardo.

“It’s Hera.”

Dr. Nardo’s Adam’s apple twitched as he furrowed his brow tightly, yet he made no response… his daughter was already dead, killed in the arms of that mother worm.

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Inside the resting cabin of the Feinan.

Yang Ming, dressed in gray-white exoskeletal armor, slowly put on a tactical helmet and said something, his voice full of electronic sound.

Yang Ming made a gesture to the 026 in front, and 026 immediately pressed the professional equipment for recording projections.

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