The Free Port of the Federal Border of Gelent "Inchen"

The space station is going into night mode, and the rudimentary and old covers are closing one by one, dragging the ruined space city into the realm of Nix, the god of the night. While the Gironde and Gaddari governments continued the war that seemed to have no end in sight, more and more bounty hunters, informants, and even smugglers poked their heads out like snakes awakening from hibernation and began to make contact with these hidden free ports. They move between all sorts of forces, betraying, promised, and then betrayed.

the unruly mercenaries of the Maude Regiment and the frowning representatives of the Gaddari Super Group, the pervasive agents of the Federal Intelligence Department and the elite agents of the Gaddari Secret Service; The men and women of these dark world whispered in dark corners and corners for money, for power, for honor, or for the stupid motherland, and finally to throw down the price of the deal. The invisible slaughter unfolds here every day, and groups of spies and merchants die here by accident, only to be filled the next day by new people. The military and political authorities on both sides invariably acquiesced in the existence of such a free port. Because for them, who are still in a desperate posture on the frontal battlefield, such a free port is a window, a window that allows them to contact each other, and they are not really willing to die together as they appear to be.

And a bar called the shrine maiden next to Star Harbor provides them with the most ideal trading place.

As its name suggests, this bar exudes an air of mystery that belongs only to the previous era. The dilapidated timber and rusty metal are haphazardly patched together and stretch along the steel dome of the port area, as if a giant beast that has gone through the mottled years is dormant here, quietly watching the waves of this era disappear. The owner of the bar is a woman, some say she was once a high-ranking intelligence officer of the Federation, some say she is the former president of the Lord and Paigadari Group, and some say she is actually a real witch. Because of her presence, it seems to be a demagogic song, accompanied by the intoxicating aroma of wine, so that the people around her are involuntarily attracted and then awe.

She always likes to stand alone by the window, looking up at the distant stars through the huge glass. At that time, there was always a glimmer of light in her eyes, and the moment the light flashed, she seemed to become a god overlooking all living beings.

"Don't look at it, there are always a few days a month when she will stand there in a daze, and I don't know what those stars outside are so beautiful that a woman like her can see the ......" Ruoyi, the bar waiter, patted the table and placed a glass of spiced wine in front of the man. She noticed the dejected man as soon as he walked through the door, with his curly hair disheveled, a coat as shabby as the station's, and eyes that seemed to be covered in alcohol, and he couldn't open them. She couldn't tell what she was attracted to by this man, and the ghost almost wanted to pull him back from the woman who exuded the irresistible charm of men.

The man withdrew his gaze and smiled kindly at her, and he smiled gently, even with a hint of imperceptible embarrassment. Even if she looks down, this man can still conquer her with a smile and an expression. Ruoyi's heart jumped a few times uncompromisingly, she shook her head fiercely, stomped her feet and walked away, she was not like those big-breasted bar waitresses, who would be easily tricked into bed by these down-looking men.

She walked around the bar, filling the glasses of the guests at each table. These fine spiced liquors were always available in unlimited quantities at the shrine maiden bar, and the woman who always seemed to be shrouded in a fog didn't expect to make money from the drinks, and her main income depended on the fees she received for providing intelligence intermediary services. The eagle lackeys with a keen sense of smell, the schemers behind the shady scenes, sometimes come to the door in person, and sometimes rely on intermediaries like her to sell the value of loyalty. Regardless of their status, as soon as they stepped through the door of this bar, their lives were protected by the shrine maiden's bar, and no one dared to play any assassination tricks under the gaze of that woman. The limited number of assassination attempts ended in the tragic death of the assassin, and before anyone present could even see how the witch-like boss had acted, the hapless assassin had fallen to the ground forever, leaving only the red blood still bubbling outward. So in the past few years, Yin Chen's shrine maiden has almost become a bazaar in the intelligence trading world, and every day there will be intelligence dealers and mercenaries of various forces coming and going here, looking for secrets that can make them rich overnight or have no bones.

However, with the end of the military operations between Gadari and Gelent, the Freeport trading period has gradually entered the off-season. In this bar, apart from the down-and-out man, there were only three or four tables left, one of which looked like veterans who had fallen here to beg for a living on the tip of a knife, while the rest were all smugglers dressed as merchants, who seemed to be temporary smugglers resting in this starport. The men were all drinking to themselves and talking about the situation in low voices, except for the man who sat alone in an unobtrusive corner, staring at the beautiful owner of the bar.

Stupid man, Ruoyi sighed and thought silently in his heart.

She then ignored the desolate man, and began to wander among the tables of guests, listening to their rumors, which she did not know whether they were true or not:

"Did you hear that, let. The silver fox of Haina has strictly ordered the fleet not to cross the dividing line between the two armies and take the initiative to provoke, and it seems that the army does not want to fight this war. ”

"Moen inside Gadari. Lydai's recent whereabouts are also very secretive, and listening to the wind he released, it seems that it is not impossible to brew another sane morning. ”

"And the space station has a lot of new faces recently, and it doesn't look like a normal business...... We have to watch out for a ......" Suddenly, the whispers of the groans stopped abruptly, as if they had been cut off by a knife. The door to the bar slid open and a group of mercenaries entered, their heavy coats tattered and stained with oil, looking like they had lost their last business and wanted to try their luck at the shrine maiden's bar.

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