(I went shopping yesterday and walked towards me two women about thirty years old. The two were chattering and talking. The distance was too far, and Lao Hei didn't hear it clearly. Just when I was about to pass by them, one of the women said to the other woman: "There is no 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 as a show-off and replied: "This kind of thing, men call it the fifth girl, I call it the fifth prince"...)

The Sixth Fleet has an actual combat power of about 650,000. Due to the toughness of General Mogre, the infiltration of the Federal Parliament and the support from some opposition parties, the New Jupiter already has an absolute advantage over the Pan United Empire in this direction.

However, not many people knew about this, only a few confidants from General Mogley and some senior executives of the Ye family.

......

When Gerald walked into the office, the general swung his last shot, and the white ball rolled gently over the green field and fell into the preset hole.

Mogrey picked up the towel placed on the shelf, wiped his fingers carefully, turned around and walked back to the back of the desk, and while sitting down, pointing to the chair opposite, smiling at Gerald, "Don't be so restrained, although I am the commander of the fleet, I also like young men from the Army."

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

"I just celebrated my 83rd birthday last week."

Mogre shrugged, spread his hands, and smiled dismissively: "You were not born when I was forty-one! In any way, you are a young man in front of me."

As he said that, he leaned back on the back of the chair: "Tell me! What's the matter with me?"

Gerald took out the defense documents from his briefcase, handed them over, and looked up slightly. He glanced at the old big clock hanging on the wall behind Mogley—the pointer and scale display. It was 2:46 pm.

"The Army should strengthen the training content, and the ground combat methods should be more flexible. Haha! This is not a complaint or complaint. I made suggestions to the military headquarters half a year ago and revised the army's training outline. Those guys are very rigid in their minds. They hide in the office all day long and have never contacted frontline soldiers. They don't know the difference between actual combat and training... Are I talking too much? Please forgive me, when people get old, they will be nagging..."

Mogrey seemed to be commenting, and seemed to be talking to himself. While wearing glasses, he carefully studied the garrison report. While using a pen to modify some of the contents on paper, he seemed to be an elderly, slow-moving and slow-thinking old man. However, he had one more federal general uniform than ordinary people.

Gerald looked at the scene silently, pursing his lips and not speaking.

Hundreds of analysis reports show that General Mogre is good at disguising. Or should we say that he never expresses his true thinking in front of others - his age is the best protective color, his inclined language and slow movements are also perfect for the age of 80. But in fact, his thinking is very quick and his body and muscles are still energetic. His old appearance is just to cover up his eyes and to make people feel that he may die of accidents at any time, but he has less coveted the command of the Sixth Fleet.

A few minutes later, Mogley put away the pen and handed the approved report back to Gerald, and said with a smile: "The Fleet Logistics Management Department has assigned you a training base. You have a good rest first, and I will tell them to prepare all the supplies they need. Just yesterday, a batch of fresh beef came from the Immigration Planet, with mashed potatoes and chocolate ice cream. It is also my best welcome to you."

"Thanks!"

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

This sentence obviously has another special meaning.

General Mogre put away the smile on his face and frowned slightly. He put down the pen in his hand, leaned his body towards the chair, crossed his hands, and showed a majestic and puzzled look in his eyes.

“There is no third person here.”

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

Gerald's expression was still stubborn, and his standing posture did not change: "Please turn off the electronic monitoring system in this room and the remote monitoring alert in the corridor."

General Mogley's old face showed a hint of surprise, and then quickly turned into a faint anger. With the advancement of the times and technology, electronic monitoring probes have become similar to ordinary household appliances in the old era. Not only are the big shots who hold the power, but even ordinary people like to install some cheap monitoring equipment inside and outside the house. This has become a habit, just like a person who often uses mobile phones, he will feel uncomfortable at any time without carrying a mobile phone. In a sense, Gerald's request has already involved Mogley's private field.

This is no different from directly ordering someone to take off their clothes and pose in a fixed shape and let them appreciate it.

“I need an explanation.”

The Admiral patiently waited for Gerald's following, and he was controlling his swelling anger.

The burly Army Major General reached out to touch the briefcase next to him, but his thick fingers slowly stopped on the surface of the metal buckle. He kept licking his lips, as if he was brewing what method to speak. After being silent for about ten seconds, he finally made up his mind and said in a tone of a bit of sluggishness and a very certainty: "You will understand the seriousness of this matter after you have seen it. However... I still need you to turn off the electronic monitoring system. It's not just this room, but it's best... it's the whole building."

Mogley looked at Gerald coldly.

Turning off the automatic alert device of the entire building means that everything that happens in the room cannot be known to the outside world. However, the consequences are also very serious.

This is the command center of the Sixth Fleet. No one can guarantee it, and it is even more impossible to 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 had exceeded some permission. He added: "To be precise, it should be four minutes and fifty-six seconds."

A trace of doubt shook deep in Mogley's eyes.

He was a cautious person. Of course he understood the relationship between Gerald and Zhou Yiming. In the most common words, the man in front of him who looked as rough as a Viking pirate was actually the direct line and confidant of the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Federation. The latter's biggest hobby was to limit the centralization of the commanders of the various fleets of the Federation. This contradiction could not be reconciled at all. If it were not for the big banner of the "Federal" as a cover, there would be no relationship between Zhou Yiming and Mogrey.

Mogley didn't understand what Gerald wanted to tell himself? He also had to shut down the automatic monitoring system of the entire building?

Countless thoughts flashed through the general's mind. He pondered Gerald's psychology from all aspects, recalling every move that the man had walked into the room until now. Even the slightest changes in his facial muscles were dug out from the depths of his mind as a treasure, becoming the basis for judging the next decision... In this way, time slowly passed in a silence and depression atmosphere. Until Mogre was sure that he had not found any flaws and had not noticed any hostility from the other party, he showed a very forced smile from the edge of his rigid face.

"My curiosity prevails."

Morgrey pulled open the drawer, reached out and pressed the main control button in the dark grid, and said in a tough and heavy tone: "I hope you will show me enough stuff, not a boring joke. General, I must remind you that I have no habit of April Fool's Day. Especially when it comes to such issues, there is no personal favor at all."

Gerald nodded seriously, opened the briefcase, took out a nano-information magnetic card, placed it carefully and respectfully on the desktop.

After doing all this, he looked up and glanced at the big clock hanging behind General Mogrey.

It was already 3:06 pm.

......

The commercial area under the night sky was full of colorful neon lights. On the storefronts under the lights, there were girls wearing exposed clothes and heavy makeup standing in groups of three or three.

He smashed out a thick stack of banknotes, and Ye Tao, who was drunk, hugged a tall street girl and walked into the small hotel next to him. He was burned by alcohol and couldn't wait for the girl to take off her thin dress. He rushed forward like a beast. In the screams and mischievous gasps, he desperately vented his frenzy inside.

Under the anesthesia of alcohol, he could no longer tell who the woman was under him. He only knew that he was very uncomfortable with the genitals that had expanded to the extreme did not look like they wanted to ejaculate. The blood-filled sponge body had already stretched out the thin skin and blood. The anger and desire in his heart needed to be released in full, thorough and savage.

"Ba————”

A heavy slap hit the girl's tender face, causing a burst of hot and painful pain.

"Bang————”

A hard fist hit the girl's chest hard, smashing her towering breasts/room alive.

I need to vent.

Although sometimes they will encounter guests who ask for/perverted/informed, street girls will always endure pain and bear it silently for the sake of money. But today they are different. The girl lying on the bed only feels that the young man riding on him is simply a terrible beast. What he needs is not physical and venting, but wants to... kill people.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I don't do your business anymore. All the money is here, I'll give it back to you——Please, let me go————”

The girl with a terrified face struggled desperately, trying to crawl out from Ye Tao. However, he twisted his arm around and turned it over, spreading his five fingers tightly on the white and tender breasts/room/. He exerted force suddenly, and five dense blood holes immediately appeared.

"Ah———Help! Help——————————————”

Ye Tao smiled grimly, clasped the girl's mouth tightly and pulled her hard to both sides. Along with the girl's screams, her originally beautiful face was torn in half. The protruding teeth and bones appeared from the flesh and blood. The eyes, which were stimulated by panic and pain, were occupied by dense blood. Even the tongue used as a pronunciation was pulled out from the inside of the body under the rude drag of external force.

"Zhang Xiaoxian, I want to kill you———"

Ye Tao could no longer tell the difference between reality and dream. His lower body was still primitive physiological twitching. The dead girl no longer struggled. The man riding on her was like a wild beast howling. He was tasting the prey he had exchanged for with money in the most brutal way.

The naked body was filled with dark red liquid. It looked like a feast of human flesh.

......

The center of the light blue holographic light curtain firmly shaped Ye Tao's extremely ferocious face, covered with blood and flesh like a wild beast. The dazzling red released from every corner of the picture gradually spread to the entire screen, forming a shocking and terrifying horror picture.

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

"This is part of the information collected by the General Administration of Military Intelligence on the capital star "Light of Hope". We examined the remains of the flesh and blood left at the scene, which contains a mutant cell with a special structure. It can secrete enzymes with extremely strong digestive abilities and has a strong phagocytosis. This cellular trait will affect the main nervous system of the brain, causing infected people to make a series of actions that violate basic moral concepts."

Gerald's voice was as heavy as ever, but it could no longer produce too much fluctuation in General Mogley's ears. He sat blankly on the chair, staring at the holographic screen in disbelief, and his eyes were constantly twitching, and the rage and flames that were about to ignite.

He never dreamed that the nano-information magnetic card that Gerald took out of his briefcase would be like this video. He could finally understand what Gerald said before and why he was asking himself to turn off the electronic monitoring system.

Admiral Mogley is very clear———What a strong sensation this video will cause in the entire federal government once it leaks?

Murder... In any era, it is a serious crime that must be sentenced to a serious crime. No matter what excuses the perpetrator has, the jury always tends to be dead murdered in subjective intentions. Moreover, this video material has been obviously edited, and the incident process and scene alternately are very compact, and there are too many characteristics to prove that the perpetrator is Ye Tao himself. Especially the last hundred seconds of the torture process can only be described as cruel, barbaric, and violent. Even if you really use your strength to interfere with the verdict, you cannot get the most desired result of escape.

Admiral Mogley glanced at the cruel and tyrannical grandson on the picture, tried to control the twitching muscles on his face, and turned his eyes to Gerald, who was standing opposite the desk. He asked sinisterly and coldly: "Tell me! What are Zhou Yiming's conditions?"

The matter is already very clear——Although the Federal Military Department adopts secret control methods in the country, it is impossible to monitor every civilian 100%. Admiral Mogley has reason to believe that this video material must be part of Zhou Yiming's plan to cut power, threaten, control, and ultimately achieve the goal of controlling or significantly reducing the strength of the Sixth Fleet... Although it is despicable, it is very useful.

"You misunderstood. This video file was not instructed by the Chief Secretary."

Gerald glanced at the wall clock, and another fifteen minutes passed. He shook his head: "The initial target of the General Administration of Military Intelligence is not your grandson Ye Tao, but a lurker from the Pan United Empire."

Although the wrinkles on Admiral Mogley's face were dense, his eyes were as sharp as swords. He looked at Gerald coldly, and his voice was deep: "I'll listen! Keep talking——"

"Information shows that the Pan-United Empire is developing a powerful new biological and chemical weapon. This virus is extremely infectious and can transform the carrier into a doll that loses its original consciousness in a short period of time. The transformed body has no memory and relies entirely on biological instinct to act. They treat all objects that can move as targets of attack. Since the nerve center and/or body/function are mostly blocked, they have no perception of external factors such as pain, paralysis, and fear. The only way to deal with this infected body is to live the center, the head, or key parts such as important organs."

Gerald's narrative was very organized, and General Mogley was unconsciously attracted by the content he told. He suddenly felt that Zhou Yiming's real purpose might not be to break up with him, nor was it expected hostility, but more like a cooperation that was clearly required.

"Once this virus is released on the federal immigration planet, it will cause unpredictable casualties. The General Administration of Intelligence is conducting research on it to create a vaccine with targeted effects as soon as possible, but it is much more destructive than we imagined... Regarding this, I believe you have seen the following picture and you should be able to understand it."

As he said that, Gerald took out another magnetic card.

At this moment, the pointer on the wall clock had already passed 3:38.
Chapter completed!