The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge

1643: Infiltrate (Part 1)

"We don't know if your body shape and appearance have entered the database of the Galactic Republic Intelligence Department, but we must make the worst judgment. Therefore, you need to become another person entirely."

"Of course, we will restore you after the mission is over." Nova walked into the spaceship, putting aside the huge sniper rifle she was carrying on her back, and then she pointed to the medical cabin ahead.

James Bond didn't hesitate either, and walked in directly. A doctor floated over with three medical robots, took him to the central operating area, and laid him on the operating platform.

"Relax, this operation is not painful. I have already formulated a complete plastic surgery plan for you, which will completely transform you into another person, and at the same time, will not adopt irreversible solutions. After the task is completed Afterwards, only one more simple operation is needed to fully recover," the doctor said.

James Bond nodded and began to take off all his clothes.

At this moment, Nova's voice came from outside, "To save time, I will play the message of your new identity for you now. These messages will be directly implanted in your brain, but you still need to use them flexibly. Now follow my train of thought Here: Your new name is Sunil Chetri, a wealthy businessman from the planet Kuat..."

"You should know I'm not wearing any clothes, ma'am," said James Bond flatly.

"Do you think I should praise you a few words?" Nova said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I mean, it's a pity we don't know much about each other." James Bond smiled.

"And I know a lot about you—since you first appeared in front of me." Nova said, "Don't forget, every ghost is an excellent telepath."

"I'm curious what my inner world looks like from your perspective?"

"Anyway...it's not something that makes me happy. Although it's not disgusting."

The doctor's voice interjected, "Okay, we can begin. First I'll inject a filler between your vertebrae, which will be made of exactly the same material as the bone after it's fixed. This will change your height from 1.78 meters raised to 1.85 meters."

Saying so, the medical robot began to insert several needles directly into James' spine!

"Hmm... hiss... this is not the 'no pain' you just said." James Bond held back the pain.

On the other side, Nova ignored James while explaining while playing a holographic image, "Remember your identity, Sunil Chetri, a Qati, 57 years old, born on the planet Kuat. Now in Douro The planet has just started a business called Vail Industrial Processing Co., specializing in the production of engineering tractor beam generators, and you are about to expand your business through some not-so-legal avenues... and then the details of life, your wife yes……"

The doctor also continued his work with the cooperation of medical robots, "Then there are shoulder width, arm length, and foot models... When you walk with this identity, you have a bad habit of turning your left foot inside, which is similar to an injury in your early years. It's related. So your foot model also needs to be adjusted according to this habit."

"The way the Qati people speak in the Capital District, they will bite every word to death, which means that there is no ending sound at all. You can understand that the end of each word is a silent 'um' sound... You need to get used to this way of speaking within 3 hours," Nova continued.

"Then there is skin tone, I will directly increase the melanin content in your skin, so that your skin tone is exactly the same as that of the Quarti people. And your face shape also needs to be adjusted... My suggestion here is to make your face shape rounder a little……"

"Remember, you will provide the middleman with a batch of unregistered 500,000-ton tractor beams, and the price can be one-fifth of the market price."

"How to change the shape of your gums without destroying your bone structure... I happen to have a latest technology here. The latest product of Umbrella Pharmaceutical Group... Uh, what do you mean by that look?"

"Here are some professional entries for industrial tractor beams. Remember, that person doesn't know too many majors. You just need to make him think you are professional..."

...

A luxurious shuttle landed on the planet Biss in the core circle of the galaxy.

The cabin door opened, and a Qati man wearing a gorgeous robe came out. He looked to be in his fifties, tall and tall. When he walked, his left foot moved a little awkwardly, and he looked like he had a splayed figure. If no one mentioned it, no one would come out, and this person turned out to be James Bond!

Behind him were two bodyguards, a man and a woman. The man was burly with dreadlocks. He was a black man wearing sunglasses. He was Gabriel Tosh, a ghost agent. And that woman, with her blonde hair tied behind her head, was dressed professionally and held a personal terminal that stored various data in her hand. She looked like a secretary, so she was Nova the Ghost Agent.

[Don't startle the snake, now I find that some dark Jedi knights have begun to patrol. 】Nova's voice came from the minds of the other two.

[The Galactic Republic is using more and more voodoo powers. They don't have the restrictions of the Jedi Order. ] Tosh said.

[So you better clip your tail, Tosh. Your fragile nerves now cannot withstand a blow from a Jedi Knight. 】Nova said coldly.

[Even now, there are not many Jedi Knights who can hurt me. ] Tosh said.

[In short, if you really fall into it, no one will save you. ] Nova said.

"I'd appreciate it if you stopped flirting in my head." James Bond sighed.

They came all the way to a bar that looked ordinary on the outside, but in fact there were so many secret guards and bodyguards around it that it was abnormal. James Bond took out a card with a credit ingot under the card and handed it to the doorman. . The doorman put the credit ingot into his pocket without any trace, picked up the card and scanned it, and there was Sunil Chetri's information inside, he nodded.

James Bond continued to walk in, another guard reached out to stop Nova and Tosh, but was pushed aside roughly by the burly Tosh, who gave him a hard look. Even through the sunglasses, the doorman felt the chill as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.

When he came to a small room, a Bisman with two bodyguards was waiting there.

[This person is not the middleman. First of all, you need to let this middleman show up. He may have something to do with the mysterious hyperspace device. ] Nova said.