Chapter 1561
Mystery of Identity
Chapter 1561 Mystery of Identity
Vajura, home planet, in distant orbit.
The Shadow Assassin unmanned reconnaissance teams returning from various regions of space successfully rendezvoused with the waiting King Kong.
Standing on the bridge, watching the Shadow Fiend reconnaissance drones land one after another on the deck, King Kong nodded slightly and turned to look at He Ming, who was sitting next to him, pondering the intelligence from Earth.
"Admiral. All reconnaissance teams, return to base."
"Yeah. I understand."
He Ming raised his hand and wiped it forward, and the projection screen disappeared.
Seeing that He Ming was still deep in thought, Jin Gang couldn't help but ask.
"Admiral, are you still troubled by things on Earth?"
"Yes. That's right. After all, there are three Earths! How exactly did those people in Shadow Mirror manage to keep three Earths from interfering with each other and running together in the same orbit?"
"Is it caused by that XN system?"
King Kong remembered the name that He Ming had mentioned before.
"Perhaps! But let's put that problem aside for now. Right now, we need to figure out how to get to Earth."
He Ming shook his head, putting aside the question that might be related to the XN system and focusing on the urgent problem at hand.
"If we go directly to the Earth-Moon Circle, we'll probably run straight into the enemy's trap."
After pondering for a moment, King Kong made a conjecture.
"Although we can be certain that our existence is relatively independent in this solar system and even in this universe, we cannot guarantee that the Shadow Mirror or the Ghost Faces will not take some countermeasures."
"Yes. The existence of Morningwind Homeworld is like a nail driven into this universe. And our previous actions against the Galaxy Fleet may have alerted the members of the Ghostface Clan."
Recalling the moment when no remnants related to the Galaxy Fleet's collective consciousness were found while cleaning up the battlefield, He Ming could basically conclude that the other party had not been destroyed, but was likely taken away by the Ghost Faces.
Therefore, He Ming must be prepared to deal with the crisis brought about by the exposure of his identity.
The fifth planet from the Sun, Jupiter, and its moon Ganymede.
The collective network consciousness brought from the home planet Vajura to Ganymede has finally restarted with the help of Mr. J, and has once again gained a chance to survive.
"Ah!! Thank you so much! Your Excellency Mr. J. We will remember your helping hand in our time of crisis for the rest of our lives."
"Yes! If it weren't for Mr. J's help, we would probably be dead at the hands of that Kongo."
Mr. J remained calm as he listened to the various expressions of gratitude coming from the collective consciousness of the network.
"It is my honor to serve you gentlemen."
Then, a hint of doubt appeared in Mr. J's eyes.
"I wonder if you gentlemen could enlighten me on a few questions?"
"Please speak, Mr. J."
The collective consciousness of the network seems to have realized something, and they all expressed their willingness to answer any questions.
"Then, do you gentlemen know the origin of the person who ruined your plans?"
After asking his question, Mr. J waited quietly for the collective consciousness of the network to respond.
After all, based on the Ghostfaces' understanding of the strength of the native forces, the combat strength on the battlefield of the Vajura homeworld has exceeded the upper limit of ordinary native forces. It has even reached the point where the Ghostfaces must be wary and need to take action in advance to nip the unstable factors in the bud.
"We know."
The steady male voice gradually silenced the other online enthusiasts, who then handed over the right to speak to him.
"That's He Ming, a legendary hero of the Earth New Unified Army, who saved humanity during the First Interstellar War."
"He certainly sounds like a respectable hero."
Upon hearing the name mentioned in the deep male voice, MR.J immediately compared it with the information obtained from the Galaxy Fleet's database.
As a result, besides the rumors that fueled public speculation, there were also stories of He Ming repeatedly stepping forward without hesitation during major crises to promote global unity and resolve crises for humanity. These stories caused Mr. J to frown slightly.
On the surface, He Ming's occasional disappearances seem to fit the characteristics of a fortress pilot.
However, He Ming appeared multiple times under these circumstances, even before the new Earth Unification could react, taking the lead in nipping the crisis in the bud. This gave Mr. J the feeling that this heroic figure was someone who usually lived in seclusion but would appear in time to protect the civilization and its people.
"And then, where is the singing?"
Mr. J hesitated for a moment before asking the question about the song that made the collective consciousness of the internet involuntarily fall into its spell.
"Lin Minmay. A legendary singer known as the Galactic Diva. She was also a legendary figure who ended the First Interstellar War with her songs. After the war, her songs gradually became known to various races in the galaxy, and under the influence of her songs, more and more civilized races accepted the existence of the new Earth unification."
"Oh? A person who engages in cultural exchange?"
Mr. J pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Thank you very much for your explanation! This is Ganymede, one of Jupiter's moons. Although it is somewhat desolate, the factory facilities we have set up here can help you solve some problems and give you the opportunity to regain your strength."
After speaking, Mr. J bowed.
"The relevant instructions have been placed beside you. You will find them with a little attention. Now, I must take my leave to attend to some matters. If needed, please contact us using the communicator placed next to the instructions."
Before the collective consciousness could react, MR.J's figure disappeared into the shadows.
The speed was so fast that it left no time for the collective consciousness of the network to ask any questions.
Mr. J didn't care what opinions the collective consciousness of the network might have about this, so he had to go back and report.
The moment Mr. J appeared in the other-dimensional space where the Ghost Faces were hiding, he attracted several gazes.
“MR.J, my proudest masterpiece, tell me about your discovery!”
Sitting in the burly giant's lap, Miss J, twisting the puppet's head repeatedly, turned her gaze to Mr. J standing in front of her.
"Yes! Our Creator! The great Miss J. Please allow me to report to you!"
After kneeling and bowing, Mr. J said respectfully.
"Based on my observations and inquiries into the collective consciousness of the network, the warship that appeared at the edge of the solar system is very likely not a space warship owned by the fortress pilots."
"reason."
"MISS.J said calmly."
"Because the other party's background and history of rise to power are traceable. Although sometimes the owner of that spaceship may disappear, he will always appear in time to protect the civilization and the people before the native forces face a crisis."
Mr. J told him everything he knew.
"Does every crisis occur in a timely manner?"
MISS.J's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Yes! This is not in line with the usual behavior of fortress pilots who swarm like locusts. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that the other party is hiding their identity."
"Not ruling it out? Fine. You can go now! Continue playing with those collective online ideologies!"
"Yes! We pledge our loyalty to our Creator!!"
After Mr. J left, another gaze fell upon him.
"Mr. R., what do you think?"
“MISS.J, my opinion doesn’t matter, does it?”
"Heh. You cunning fellow. Yes. Your opinion doesn't matter."
The puppet that MISS.J resides in clucks and groans, as if it's sneering.
"It's just a stronger native ant! Mr. R, find those elves as soon as possible, and continue to have Shadow Mirror carry out their mission!"
(End of this chapter)