East Wind, side corridor.
Yang Ming looked at the planet before him, trembling insignificantly under the energy released by the Energy-Gathering Bomb, his mood slightly fluctuating.
The Imperial Military Department and Military Intelligence Bureau both requested Yang Ming to keep the top level of this terror organization as witnesses to accuse the New Federation in the future, but Yang Ming refused them all.
Nothing else.
Why leave the chief wicked and not remove the minor wicked?
If that old man and his group survive, politics will inevitably become involved, and the outcome of political maneuvers is quite uncertain, giving them a chance to live.
Yang Ming couldn't let them have that chance.
"Boss."
Lyu's projection appeared behind Yang Ming.
"Combat in other areas has gradually come to an end, and the sixteen terrorist bases we've targeted have been completely destroyed."
