754: Chapter 754 Cleaning Up the Tail

"Four Generals, I have come on the orders of Commander Yale to deliver a message: the plan you participated in has been completely exposed, and the operation is a failure! Not only did you fail to frame Li Yang, but he has also obtained all the witnesses and physical evidence, and the entire matter has been reported in full to the highest level of the military!"

"What?!"

This sentence exploded in the office like a thunderclap.

The four Generals instantly turned pale, abruptly standing up from their seats, their pupils shrinking, their faces filled with disbelief and shock. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they stood frozen in place, filled with panic and despair.

After the shock, the leading General, his face as pale as paper and his body shaking uncontrollably, stared fixedly at the officer in front of him, asking in a hoarse, trembling voice.

"Then... then what does Commander Yale mean now? How does he intend to deal with us?"

Although the sentence was unfinished, their gazes swept across the heavily armed Soldiers behind the officer, who were radiating a biting Killing Intent. Looking at their battle-ready stance, a strong sense of foreboding rose in their hearts, their hearts sinking to the bottom, and their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat.

The officer had no expression on his face, his eyes cold and devoid of warmth, his tone flat yet every word piercing, as he spoke slowly.

"Commander Yale has ordered that this incident has wide-ranging implications and has completely alarmed the highest level of the military, reaching an irredeemable point. Someone must stand up, take on all the blame, and fill this massive hole."

These words were like a fatal thunderclap, striking directly at the hearts of the four Generals. Everyone's heart sank in unison, and the last shred of hope was completely shattered.

They had ultimately become abandoned pawns!

With the plan exposed, Yale had chosen to sacrifice them without hesitation to protect himself, making them take the blame and bear the monstrous consequences of this conspiracy and frame-up!

For a moment, they were filled with despair, their eyes full of helplessness and resentment, yet they were powerless to resist.

Seeing their lost and ashen appearance, the officer slowly continued, his tone devoid of any pity, mechanically conveying Yale's instructions.

"Generals, do not be too despairing. Commander Yale has already guaranteed that your families and relatives will be properly settled, living a life without worry, and will not be implicated in the slightest. Your direct descendants will surely sit in your current General positions in the future and hold military power."

These seemingly comforting words were actually a final ultimatum.

When he finished speaking, the officer said no more, expressionlessly raising his right hand and waving it downward sharply.

The moment the order was given, the Soldiers behind him immediately raised their energy guns in unison, the ghostly blue muzzles aimed precisely at the four Generals. A cold Killing Intent instantly enveloped the entire office, the atmosphere solidifying to the extreme, and the shadow of death hung heavily over the heart of every General.

Looking at the energy guns aimed at them, feeling the cold Killing Intent rushing toward them, the four Generals' faces turned instantly pale, devoid of any color. Their lips trembled, their bodies stiffened in place, filled with despair and resentment, completely losing their composure.

They had held high positions for thousands of years, held heavy military power, and had great influence, never imagining that they would end up being silenced by their own faction.

At this moment, their minds were blank, completely devoid of the composure and decisiveness of a General. They couldn't even utter a plea for mercy or a question, only watching as death descended, falling into endless panic and helplessness.

Without giving them any time to react or struggle, the next second, the officer's eyes sharpened, and he abruptly lowered his raised right hand, issuing the final execution order.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by a series of sharp gunshots, the Soldiers pulled their triggers without hesitation. Several blinding blue laser beams burst forth instantly, carrying destructive energy, piercing straight through the chests of the four Generals.

Blood sprayed out instantly, staining their crisp General uniforms red. Their pupils contracted violently, their faces frozen in shock and resentment, unable to die in peace. Their bodies swayed heavily a few times before collapsing to the ground without a sound, completely devoid of life. The once formidable Empire Generals had thus become souls under the gun.

The officer glanced coldly at the corpses on the ground, unmoved, and immediately began executing the next step of the plan.

In order to completely destroy all evidence and cut off all clues pointing to Yale, he immediately ordered the accompanying technical Soldiers to access the starship's core control System and input the pre-set fully automatic destruction program.

After the program was activated, the starship would autonomously enter a spatial tunnel. When it reached the middle of the tunnel, it would forcibly Breakthrough the spatial wall and actively open an unstable spatial rift.

This operation, which violated the rules of space, would inevitably trigger violent spatial turbulence, even directly causing the tunnel space to tear and completely collapse.

At that time, the entire starship, along with all the corpses and traces of the operation, would be completely shredded by the violent spatial power, forever buried in the boundless Universe, achieving true destruction of evidence.

And this operation would also provide a perfect explanation to the outside world.

They would directly announce that the starship had accidentally encountered spatial turbulence while performing a patrol mission and was unfortunately lost and destroyed.

After all, in the Universe, spatial rifts and spatial turbulence are frequent cosmic disasters; such accidents are common, and no one would ever suspect that this was a meticulously planned silencing and destruction of evidence, sufficient to perfectly cover up all conspiracies and protect the person behind the scenes.

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Inside the office, the air remained suffocatingly oppressive.

The Deputy Chief of Staff sat behind the desk, tapping his fingertips on the table. His gaze fell heavily on Yale, who was standing in front of him, and his tone was as cold as ice as he asked, word for word.

"Have the... loose ends been cleaned up?"

Yale stood straight, forcing himself to remain calm, but deep in his eyes, a trace of lingering panic remained.

He took a deep breath, deliberately slowing his speech, and reported in a low voice.

"Rest assured, Father, everything has been handled properly. Following the order, that starship forcibly opened an unstable spatial rift and was completely swallowed by the spatial turbulence. Given the destructive power of the current spatial turbulence, I presume the entire starship has been ground into powder by now, completely turned into nothingness, leaving no trace behind."

"Very good."

The Deputy Chief of Staff nodded slightly, a flash of sinister satisfaction in his eyes. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and continued to instruct.

"The most direct human evidence has completely disappeared; this step was executed cleanly. Next, you must find a way to completely detach yourself from those Generals and every connection to this entire matter, without leaving a single flaw. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I understand!"

Yale responded immediately, his voice carrying a trace of deliberate firmness, though he knew in his heart that this step was the most difficult hurdle.

To clear himself of this earth-shattering frame-up under the layers of military investigation and to silence everyone involved would be no easy task.