Capítulo 1077: Chapter 423: Number Five
Papaloka, female, currently thirty-nine years old, employed at a nondescript credit bank on the Head Star of the Empire, with a job nature as an accountant.
Her job is not glamorous.
The bank usually supports this employee with relatively high benefits, yet in the event of trouble, such as massive bad debts or high officials mishandling leverage plays, this employee might have to step forward to take the bla.
The Intelligence Organization of the Empire easily controlled this woman and brought her to the solemn Torch Square.
—Torch Square is the political core area of the Empire’s Head Star.
The Empire’s intelligence organization’s high officials, senior agents, and executing agents involved in this matter now all shared the sa question.
Why is the renowned White Ghost seeking out such a woman?
Papaloka is just an ordinary person without special talents, besides having so unsavory lifestyles, with records of using more than three types of legal addiction agents, frequenting places offering ‘host services’ consumption, and nurous bad credit records, her social credit is nearly bankrupt.
Does she have a beautiful appearance?
Although judging a person’s looks is very subjective, everyone has their own preferences;
But the Empire’s intelligence organization’s officials and agents unanimously believe that this woman, with her bloated and misshapen figure, aging and sagging skin, like soone who wouldn’t do skincare for dozens of days, should, probably, can’t captivate the heart of the White Ghost at first sight.
“I think, it’s unlikely that the White Ghost is seeking this Lady Papaloka because of this aspect.”
Deputy directors of the intelligence organization cautiously expressed their views during the secret eting.
“Everyone, see, this is the photo of Imperial Songstress Daphne, this is the photo of the defected female warrior goddess Captain Catherine, and this is the photo of this lady from our nation.”
“Hmm…the difference is too great.”
“Daphne is the best, I’m her music fan.”
“No, no, no, Daphne is too gentle and cute, almost like a template of a perfect woman, but Captain Catherine is different, she is heroic, very individualistic, those stern eyes and her brave performance in cutting insects… sorry, we got off-topic.”
“So, the White Ghost seeking this lady must have ulterior motives.”
“Is it possible,” a slightly younger female official quietly asked, “they are soulmates? The White Ghost saw the interesting soul hidden beneath Lady Papaloka’s ordinary facade in so way.”
“Can you read fewer female-oriented literary works? My section chief.”
“Oh, alright, alright, I’m just… hehe, the White Ghost is too handso.”
This secret eting was utterly incapable of being serious.
…
After Yang Ming t formally with the Pri Minister of the Empire—chief of governnt, he headed straight to the room where Pioneer No.5 was located.
The room was under tight surveillance.
There was an observation window at the door, Yang Ming glanced inside for a few monts.
This place should be an interrogation room, with a light gray tone, simple chairs, a sowhat narrow space that easily creates a sense of oppression.
Yang Ming looked at the officials following him and said with a smile: “I can go in by myself.”
“Alright, please go ahead… but, due to political considerations, we need to audio record the entire communication between you two.”
“Hmm, that’s fine,” Yang Ming said with a smile, “though I suggest you elevate the confidentiality level, anyone without a deputy minister title shouldn’t listen to our conversation.”
“I will imdiately report your suggestion to the superiors!”
Yang Ming didn’t say anything further.
This guy reporting it would be a miracle.
Da-da.
Yang Ming knocked on the door, which automatically opened a crack, and a faint scent of perfu wafted through.
“Please co in.”
A hoarse female voice responded calmly.
Yang Ming entered with a smile, sizing up Pioneer No.5.
Through the real-ti feedback provided by Lyu, Yang Ming could confirm that this was the human individual marked by the Faya people.
Yang Ming closed the door casually, adjusted his expression, and calmly walked up to the woman, beckoning to the side.
In the adjacent surveillance room, Pri Minister’s office, and various projection screens in the intelligence departnt’s secret eting, a scene that shocked the viewers unfolded.
The nearby office desk and chair gently floated over and softly landed in front of the two.
Human spiritual power!
Yang Ming and Lady Papaloka sat across the table from each other, he relaxed his deanor and loosens his collar, revealing a chest still bearing so dreadful scars.
The two were observing each other.
Their deanor appeared similar, both so relaxed, yet subtly different.
Yang Ming radiated confidence;
Lady Papaloka possessed a calm disregard for everything.
After two minutes of silence passed, Papaloka took out an ‘e-cigarette’ from her cheap and tattered lady’s bag and took two puffs.
“How did you find ?” she abruptly asked.
“Accurate information from the Faya,” Yang Ming calmly said, “they are very displeased with you, No.5.”
“Oh, really?”
Papaloka smiled gently.
This smile reminded Yang Ming of the neighborhood grandma he often encountered with Old Kolev during their entrepreneurial days on Ilando Star in the factory.
“Hehehe, being able to cause them so trouble is truly an honor of mine.”
Papaloka said happily.
Her voice was always gentle, as if she were confiding sothing to her own child:
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