Lyu spoke softly,

"This operation was a bit rushed, but we had to execute it perfectly.

"Do not fear sacrifice, all of your data have backups, and I will personally awaken you once more in the Divine Tree.

"Every ship, every highly realistic mechanical deity body, has been equipped with self-destruct mechanisms, leave no trace for the Empire, lest it endanger our families.

"For the glory of Father to shine across every corner of the Galaxy!"

The consciousness of the Mechanical Thought Body synchronized, and the shouts echoed across the fictional plain.

"For the glory of Father to shine across every corner of the Galaxy!"

Lyu raised a hand and made a virtual grasp, wielding a scepter forward.

"Move out!"

On the twelve ships, sixteen thousand highly realistic robots began to act in unison, with orderly figures running within the hulls, each post filled with meticulous and unfalteringly calm men and women.

Nine ships reduced their speed, activating full cloaking systems, slowly heading toward the local defense fleet with ambushes prepared.

Three ships abandoned cloaking systems, accelerating with full force, heading straight for the planet ahead.

Lyu's Thought Space.

Lyu, dressed in a military uniform skirt, switched scenes on the projection screen in front of her at tens of thousands of frames per second.

Seemingly intangible avatars appeared in various places, constantly receiving information and issuing commands.

On the surface, the task groups, deployed in advance—one hundred and twenty well-trained Mechanical Thought Bodies with excellent performance—had begun to assault the target points.

The Imperial Military Intelligence Bureau's perimeter control had already been completely marked by Lyu.

A dozen New Federation CIA agents also became Lyu's targets to prevent them from causing chaos at critical moments.

The screen showed a relatively mild exchange of fire.

Drones that Lyu had prepared in advance appeared all over the battlefield, exerting firepower suppression with millimeter-level accuracy on each area.

Everywhere were pedestrians, ordinary civilians were in every spot, severely limiting Lyu and the Mechanical Thought Bodies' actions.

Fortunately, Lyu already had complete network advantage.

The "Military Intelligence Bureau" issued thirteen consecutive orders, requiring combat personnel stationed beside the heroic Hanton's parents to withdraw, citing that the crossfire would harm civilians.

Although the reason seemed bizarre, soldiers had to obey orders.

With the withdrawal of one side and the advancement of the other, control of various high points and bunker positions swiftly changed hands, with dozens of Military Intelligence Bureau agents severely wounded, though their lives should not be in danger.

Lyu could only offer verbal apologies for this.

The assault team broke into Hanton's home, successfully rendering Hanton's parents unconscious, taking them hostage.

Dozens of hover cars swept low, and the combat personnel quickly evacuated the battlefield with the two hostages.

Meanwhile, the local police bureau and ground defense forces, alerted to the situation, had yet to get moving.

Outside the atmosphere, three warships swiftly pressed down, and the convoy of dozens of hover cars sped into the sky, directly announcing to the local government that they had abducted the White Ghost Hanton's biological parents.

About ten minutes later.

The news surfaced on major public opinion platforms across the Empire.

The Empire's local defense fleet completed an emergency assembly, and as warships sailed out of the military Space Port, these twelve warships had already activated warp, swaggeringly vanishing from the Empire's airspace.

This shocking "Ghost Parents Hostage Case" that startled half of the Milky Way had formally commenced.

Emperor Star, Space Port No.3, in the corner of Barracks No.14's medical room.

Yang Ming sat up with a frown, revealing a slightly bitter smile as he looked at the familiar officer rushing in.

"They took my parents, didn't they?"

"Mr. Ghost, please remain calm, the Imperial Military Department has already begun to fully intercept the enemy ships!"

"Everyone out, let me have a moment of peace."

Yang Ming tossed the borrowed online terminal aside; the rolling text on it was filled with insults and curses directed at the White Ghost.

A middle-aged officer gently waved his hand, prompting the group of medical staff and soldiers to retreat simultaneously.

A ray of simulated sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating half of Yang Ming's somber face on the bed.

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