I don’t know when it started, but people are more willing to use the convenience of ordinary life to evaluate the level of technological development, rather than the lethality of military-industrial weapons. Because since World War I, the military of the whole world has begun to become professional, and it is no longer within reach of ordinary people.

Since the peace era entered, the population has continued to rise, and the status of the profession of soldiers has also gradually increased. Ordinary people have to pass layers of screening if they want to enter the team. Therefore, the changes in military weapons are no longer known to the public as before.

In the Prometheus plane, this kind of change also exists. But the difference is that the technology of this plane has developed into the interstellar era. The huge planet patrol fleet is almost as conspicuous as the moon in the sky, and they can't even think about it.

The capital of any empire is the center of economy and politics, with strict protection troops, the best services, the best schools, the most perfect women and the highest expenses. Although the people living here are closest to the national political rights center, not everyone can live very freely. Strong life pressure can brittle an ordinary person, so those who can live here are either rich or capable people.

Even so, there is a constant flow of people to apply for migration to the capital every year. Many of them are rich people, but they still follow young people who think they are capable and can make a world of life in the capital. This is also the easiest way for outsiders to enter the capital circle.

Wang Zheng, who sneaked into the Prometheus plane this time, also chose this method. Although he received signals from twelve liquid robots as soon as he arrived here, he could teleport over at any time.

However, it is not the level of technology in the real plane. There are monitors everywhere here, and it is impossible to move forward without an identity. It seems that strict management of residents under the rule is a common problem in every super-tech plane. So Wang Zheng needs a relatively reasonable identity this time. The general staff's attention naturally turned to the immigration ship.

Wang Zheng pulled his bow tie in front of the mirror, with a smile on his lips. His current name is Mike Wilson, a rich man from the edge planet. This time he came to Capital Star to find a large spaceship company to buy several agricultural spaceships.

"What do you think, sir?" Jin Liuniang put her hand on Wang Zheng's shoulder and asked from behind.

"Not bad!" Wang Zheng smiled slightly. He turned around and put his arm at Jin Liuniang who was in a pure black evening dress and smiled, "It's a bit interesting!"

Jin Liuniang smiled and put her little hand into Wang Zheng's wrist and followed him out.

The two of them are going to attend a banquet. The people on this spacecraft all hope to move to live in the capital circle. In order to make themselves live better in the capital circle, each time the migration spacecraft will hold such a banquet before the arrival of the spacecraft, in order to introduce everyone. When they arrive in the capital circle, they can take care of each other.

Such a banquet was originally useless for Wang Zheng. It would be better to go to spend time with those boring people and see what Vickers had achieved in the room in the past few months, but a message from Jin Liuniang made Wang Zheng change his attention on the spot.

"The youngest son of this prime minister is also on this ship!"

The political system of this plane is a bit similar to the small alliance group. Perhaps because the planet is too far away from the planet, the central government has nominal supervision over various places, but its real management level is not high. But even so, the power of cabinet officials is very great. It is simply an unexpected surprise to be able to accidentally meet the prime minister's youngest son here.

The two left the room and followed the waiter to the dance hall. After reporting the room number, they were allowed to enter. Wang Zheng understood this very well. After all, most of the migrants were small people. They may have real skills, but at least they are still worthless now. All the people on the migrant ship directly distinguished the rooms of ordinary people and the luxurious suites of rich people, and used this to judge whether you have some abilities.

Of course, although this method cannot be said to be good, at least it can directly and effectively delete most of the people who do not meet the conditions.

"Where is it!" Wang Zheng took two glasses of wine from the waiter, gently placed one of them in Jin Liuniang's hand, and asked, "With the prime minister's youngest son, our plan to control the power layer will be greatly completed."

"Then!" Jin Liuniang gently held the wine glass and leaned over her mouth and took a sip. She didn't see any movement. A small arrow suddenly jumped out of the iris on Wang Zheng's eyes and pointed at the head of a young man in a standard military uniform above the stands on the second floor.

"Office?" Wang Zheng frowned slightly, put down the cup in his hand and said, "How could there be an officer here?"

Jin Liuniang curled her lips and said, "He is a fake officer. He is a more famous guard around his father. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have found his true identity so easily."

Wang Zheng did not doubt this. The power of technological development in this plane was obviously focused on warship cannons. Although the computer also entered the quantum level, it would take a long time to generate intelligence. For Jin Liuniang, although the network here does not want to be completely unprepared on the earth, it is only the level of the vegetable fence. It can only be taken by a slight jump, and it will not have any blocking effect at all.

At this time, the music in the venue slowly rang out, and pairs of men and women walked to the dance floor one after another and began to dance. Wang Zheng pulled Jin Liuniang and walked in. While holding her, he mechanically twisted to her rhythm, and whispered: "You are sure there are no lurking guards near him."

Jin Liuniang seemed a little absent-minded at this time. After a while, she nodded and said, "No, no special signals were detected nearby, and I had already laid a layer of electromagnetic network around him, and the surrounding numbers would be disturbed and unable to be imaged."

Wang Zheng smiled slightly and nodded, "Very good, Yuri Copyright is ready to appear!"

Jin Liuniang nodded slightly, and while the lights in the dance floor changed to an extreme, an invisible wave flashed in the dance floor. No one noticed that there was a pair of people dancing in the dance floor.

Without any knowledge, Yuri's copyist and spy disguised as an ordinary dancer, accidentally leaned under the second floor stand. Then he saw a young man holding a beautiful girl and smiling happily, suddenly trembling and collapsed to the ground.

The people around were startled. Before they could come forward to rescue, the man had to get up again and hugged the girl and laughed loudly. The girl beat him coquettishly, and everyone would smile, thinking that they were just joking with their girlfriends. But no one noticed that a clear Yuri mark was gradually disappearing under the curtain of the young man's head.

And the moment he fell to the ground and stood up, Yuri's replicator who was carrying out the mission still disappeared in the dance floor, as if he had never appeared before. No one knew that in this short time, the political system of this country took another big step towards the abyss of darkness.

At the end of the song, the chase light hit the stairs leading to the second floor stand, and a voice came from the speakers of all directions: "Ladies and gentlemen, now I'll invite the initiator of today's banquet, the blog Captain Aisit!"

Everyone applauded gently. Wang Zheng looked at the target from afar. Seeing that everything was normal, he lowered his head and said to Jin Liuniang who was applauding hard: "It seems that the form is very optimistic. People in this plane have no resistance to mental attacks at all."

Jin Liuniang curled her lips and said, "Sir, you are not necessary to worry about it. In my information, except for some records of spiritual outlook in the main plane, there are basically no such words on other planes."

Wang Zheng smiled faintly and did not reply. It is better to be careful about this kind of thing. He still remembers the first time he watched Star Wars, and he yearned for the source power inside. Now his power has reached the realm of the interstellar era, and no race that can enter this era should be overlooked.

This was followed by the applause of the crowd. The elegant middle-aged man wearing a military uniform walked slowly down, reached down and pressed his hand down to press his face and said with a gentle smile: "Thank you for your enthusiasm! I am the captain of this migration blog Aisit, you can call me a blog. This banquet has been held for hundreds of years. It was originally initiated by foreigners to get to know each other to prevent being bullied by locals in the capital. But now hundreds of years have passed, and the capital has long been occupied by our foreigners. If we don't bully people, they should burn incense. Who dares to bully us?"

Everyone chuckled and agreed. Although the gentlemen and ladies below knew that he was talking nonsense, they still had to be able to get through the things they had about face.

The captain of the blog seemed to be very satisfied with the reaction of the people below, and bowed politely with a smile and continued: "So what I want to say is that you don't have to be afraid that someone will bully you after you arrive in the capital. As long as you are absolutely wronged, you can not only ask for help from your fellow countrymen, but also find me. As long as I can help, I will never refuse! Finally, I wish you a wonderful night!" After that, he slowly walked back amid the roaring applause of everyone.

Wang Zheng scattered out with everyone, Jin Liuniang frowned and said, "Sir, is it the point of saying this? I didn't grasp the point from beginning to end!"

Wang Zheng took a small cake from somewhere and put it in Jin Liuniang's palm, and said calmly: "This matter is easy to understand. It is nothing more than a showdown between local forces and foreign forces. This kid and those who belong to foreign forces are expanding their organization! You can know if you check the newspapers in recent years!"
Chapter completed!