Volume VII, Chapter 74, Arrest

A farce at Airport 15 came to an end silently.

Tens of thousands of Chakner officers and soldiers watched as the unconscious Samon was carried down, and also watched as Carolina and the officers of the Gang Feiyan went away with indignation on their faces. What amazed them the most was that they actually saw Major General Naleret, the fat man, who followed Carolina with him.

Along the way, this guy shook hands and greeted a Feiyang officer politely, as if the beating just now had nothing to do with him. Most of the Fei Yang officers shook hands with him with stiff faces, and when they met two of them who glared angrily regardless of their demeanor, the fat man also smiled innocently and put on a generous look.

No matter how sharp the contradiction is, this is not the time to turn the other cheek after all.

Both the Fiyan and the Chakner understand this very well. Samon, who had been beaten half to death, was sent to the ship back to Feiyan before his injuries were healed.

Zhang Pengcheng didn't mention it, and Carolina didn't mention it either.

Both sides gave their own gag orders, what to do, or what to do. On the surface, it seems that everything has returned to normal.

However, everyone knows that under this calm and normal, there is an undercurrent.

On the second day after Zhang Pengcheng returned to the base, he reported the cause of the entire incident to the Chackner Military Department.

This report, of course, triggered an earthquake in the Chakner military headquarters. President Chackner even personally came forward to meet with Ambassador Fiyan for representations. The military departments of the two sides even conducted face-to-face communication and consultation with coordination groups composed of their own senior generals.

The final outcome of the negotiations is unknown. However, when the officers and men of Chakna saw that General Zhang Pengcheng had received the news of the return of the military headquarters, they knew with a satisfied look that this time, the Republic of Feiyang must have been bleeding profusely!

However, what everyone doesn't know is that this time, it is only Chuckner who is satisfied. and Admiral Bernadotte of Le Ray. As the supreme general of the third party in the battle, he just got the fat man's report, and he lightly walked around the joint command and President Chuckner's office a few times, and by the way, he called President Feiyang, and also got some benefits!

Of course, these "some" were enough for Bernadotte and Flavio to hide in their offices and laugh all day.

Now that an agreement has been reached, the Republic of Fiyan and the Republic of Chakna are naturally secretive about the truth of the matter. Instead, he preempted the West and hyped up the victory in this battle.

From the beginning to the end of the campaign, all the video materials were carefully selected and sorted out into a special feature.

When this badly damaged fleet finally played with the enemy with a Lu Ze growth formation. When the topic of annihilating one and a half armies of the enemy spreads throughout the human world, one can imagine how much of a stir it will cause.

The Filipino League was all excited, and the streets were talking about this miraculous victory, and the Western Covenant, especially the Souss Empire. Losing face, they posted a video of the betrayal of Chakner's fleet by the Republic of Fiyan, which was ridiculed as a fig leaf under the joint statement of Fijan and Chakner. Emperor O'Brady III kicked the table in the palace at that time.

Chackner officers and soldiers. It's a vicious breath. Everyone understands that all this is due to the Major General Leleitian. Until a few days later, Chackner's officers and soldiers were still talking about the spit of Major General Leray's fat man. Speaking of the intensity, the eyebrows fluttered one by one, as if it was the most wonderful and relieving picture I have ever seen in my life.

For this Major General Le Lei, who did not have a single soldier, all the officers and men of Chackner were left with only one word of uniform. When we meet on weekdays, we all salute with a smile. Plus the fat man himself is also a black-haired and black-eyed Chakner, in the heart. Up and down the fleet of the Twelfth Group. They have already regarded the fat man as their own.

And the Feiyang people, who have always been arrogant, from top to bottom. They all seemed to be silent a lot. In addition to training, it is the maintenance of ships and routine outgoing cruises. They rarely leave the base. Occasionally, a few Fei Yang officers and soldiers were seen in the bar outside the base, and they also quietly stayed away from the crowd, in stark contrast to the laughing Chakna.

The two armies are moving and still, and the contrast is stark. When they meet their eyes, everyone can feel the tension between each other. It's just that the high-level has repeatedly issued bans, and both sides have deliberately kept their distance and restraint.

The war is still going on without stopping.

The Central Theater of Operations, the Naga Federation and the Republic of Lane, two long-time bitter neighbors, have done their best. The military operations of the Republic of Fiyan in the Karlston Galaxy and the Republic of Chacna in the Reske system are also gradually intensifying.

Battles large and small are one after another. The news reports of the victory were numerous and numerous, but the list of dead soldiers on the bulletin board was getting denser and denser.

And the Freeport of Mars, which ended the genre wars, has returned to normal.

In this world banished by mainstream human society, the law of the jungle brings about a strong vitality in addition to bloody battles. Despite the almost frenzied destruction of the Northern Alliance, when all was calm again, the people of Mars, like mushrooms after a rain, suddenly appeared from all over the place, on the ruins, and began their new life.

With the merchant ships of the Free Passage and smuggling ships arriving at the port of Mars one after another, the area around the surface port was the first to become lively. People exchanged all sorts of things for food and daily necessities that arrived in the first batch of months in months, and spontaneous bazaars took shape almost instantly.

The major enterprises also began to resume production after the arrival of the raw materials transported by the corporate fleet. Smugglers, interlopers soon find a place where they belong, exchanging information with each other and finding out where their smuggling boats can pass. The free port is in ruins, and the supplies organized by the merchant group from all over the universe almost arrive in the port. It was snapped up. And the role of mercenaries is also rising.

The only days that are sad are probably the pirates and violent communities.

With the arrival of the Fijian Alliance, the violent societies attached to the major schools have almost no room for survival, and the previous pattern of genre domination has been broken, and it is the Feiyang people who make the rules now. Patrolling the streets were also Fyan and Chakna soldiers. No community would dare to feel uncomfortable in front of these cold-eyed soldiers with loaded guns and the hideous military mechs beside them. Although secretly. There are still some forced buying and selling, and some threats and intimidation, but the snatching without scruples on the surface has disappeared.

The pirates were even more miserable. The Fyan and Chacner fleets, the main defensive areas, were the A-class shipping lanes leading to the main channel of Freeport Mars, where hundreds of warships cruised, jumping points. They are all guarded to the core, and every ship that passes by has to undergo hull scanning and boarding inspections, and rob in these star fields. It's just looking for death.

The A-class waterway doesn't dare to stay, and the B-class D-class waterway doesn't dare to stay even more daring pirates!

If it is said that the regular fleet of the Filipino alliance can still ensure safety as long as it is kept away and not uncomfortable under the noses of others. Well, the fleet of "Broken Ghosts" roaming the Free Passage of Mars is simply a talisman that will be attached to them at some point.

From the beginning of the Genre Wars, this fleet has not stopped their operations.

They not only robbed the merchants, but also the smugglers. The pirates had nothing to eat, and they did anything to the pirate fleet that came into their sight. To date, more than twenty large and small pirate groups have been removed from the list of Mars pirate groups after encountering the shattered ghost fleet. With this fleet of ghosts who are familiar with the Mars Passage and roaming around, not to mention private raids, the pirates even wander around the door of their homes, asking the gods to worship the Buddha.

Obviously, I can't live this day. Many pirate groups have changed their minds. Started a business.

It's not the same as the Genre War period. Now doing business, it is still profitable and guaranteed.

Numerous space stations in the Mars Freedom Track. After the Liberty Dockyard was captured by the "Broken Ghost" fleet, but finally fell into the control of the bandits, everyone understood the relationship between this fleet and the bandit army of Protown. So no one wondered when one day everyone found out that they could buy passes on the space station and the Liberty Dock controlled by the Pur Town and the bandits.

Passes are charged according to the type of ship, type and quantity of cargo. The average cost is 20 percent. If it were in the mainstream of human society, such a high cost would be enough to make people crazy, but in the Mars Free World, for the corporate fleets and merchant fleets whose profits are often as high as hundreds or even thousands, this is nothing at all. They even rejoiced that the bandit army was willing to charge such a fee.

It turns out that businessmen always have a keen eye. The fleet, with the pass, was not only completely unimpeded in the free passage of Mars. Even the replenishment and maintenance at the Liberty Dockyard or the trading and trading on the space station are not troublesome. Some fleets, after meeting the "broken ghosts", even enjoyed the high-quality service of this broken fleet - escort.

The captain of the first merchant ship to encounter the "Broken Ghost" fleet burst into tears when he sent the electronic pass nervously, and when he saw the dilapidated battleship that viciously surrounded the transport ship, slowly changing into an escort formation, and greeting him, he simply burst into tears. From hell to heaven, it was so exciting that he couldn't stand it.

There was also a group of pirates who had not opened their eyes and plundered a fleet of merchants who had purchased passes, but within two days, the pirates were wiped out. All the goods were returned to the owner intact. This incident made the fleet, like a carp crossing the river crossing the free waterway, understand who is the master in this star field.

The Mars Channel is like a large distribution market. It is not only bought by the business groups of the Mars Passage, but also the entire southeastern star field that is spread all over the surrounding area, including Chakna, Seuss, Jeppen, Salga, Lere, Tatania, Puditok, and Desik. In addition to these countries, there are also neutral countries further north and west that provide the source of goods for this market.

When the flow of goods in such a market is put on a valve, one can imagine how much money there is. It flowed into the pockets of the bandits.

The Fiyans, the Chakna, the bandits.

These are the three largest forces that dominate the Freeport of Mars. The life of every Mars is influenced by these three forces. People will always pay attention to the subtle changes in this.

The Seuss snoop on this star field; the establishment of the Mars system of government; The Chakna and the Fiyan are in harmony with each other; The bandit army of Puluo Town disappeared collectively along with the factional forces that had taken refuge. The Genre Certification Announcement issued by the Filipino Mars Front and the Genre Mecha Ring Tournament organized by the Filipino Mars Front. And, the Tailiu and the Lore Stream, which people originally thought could not turn over, have once again appeared in a grand manner, and all of this has become a topic of discussion among the Mars people every day.

From these topics. People can peek into Mars at this moment, the complex situation that people can't understand.

A light rain obscured the sky. The gray clouds could not distinguish the boundaries at all, only a blank of ash.

On Brown Street in Mars Center, simple shelves stretch across the block. shelves, with a tarpaulin or wooden planks. A rain shelter was erected, several shelves were built, and even a lightweight bulletproof wall was picked up to shelter from the rain. On the shelves, there are all kinds of things. It is a daily necessities newly imported into Mars. There are also a small part of everything such as mecha parts, antiques, etc. These were left behind by the civilians of Mars when they came here to exchange for food.

The market is bustling with people. The rain doesn't seem to have had any effect on the area. The shippers, who have already calculated better, stand reservedly behind the shelves. Bargain with hesitant customers. On the remnants of the ruins, raindrops fell to the ground, crackling into small puddles on the side of the street. The streets are crowded with people, and the water on the ground splashes under people's feet without stopping. From time to time someone is holding on to something. Approached, asked a few questions, and left in frustration.

Most of the buildings on both sides of Brown Street are in a dilapidated state. The rain that flowed on the ground seemed to coat the ruins with a light film. Even the brick piles and ruins in the neighborhood were washed away. At the crossroads of the block, there is only one relatively intact gray eight-story building, which used to be the site of a former bank and is now branded as the Free Exchange of Mars. Over here. It is also the busiest place in this temporary market.

Formerly the Mars Free Trade Center. It's gone. However, as one of the symbols of the free world of Mars. The exchange reopened immediately after the end of the genre wars. Although it is rudimentary, there are now more commodities and materials and all kinds of information tumbling on the trading screen of this exchange than in the previous trading center.

At the entrance of the exchange, several thinly dressed men, with their chests open and exuding steaming heat, worked together to unload the last miniature container from the heavy truck and place it on the porch in front of the exchange's gate.

After finishing the work, several people sat down crookedly, and one of them, a middle-aged man, gasping for breath, took out a cigarette carefully wrapped in a waterproof bag, and scattered in a circle. Everyone lit a fire with each other, spit out a puff of cigarettes, and enjoyed a moment of comfort after exertion.

"Did you hear that?" The middle-aged man glanced at the owner who was inspecting the goods with the buyer, and said to a few guys beside him: "There are already dozens of schools, sign up for the ring competition that starts tomorrow!" ”

"What if you know?" A short, stout man with black hair and brown eyes leaned against the pillar, smoking a cigarette and stretching his legs: "We can't afford to buy tickets." Besides, without the schools of the Mutual Aid League, what wonderful games can these small schools play? ”

The middle-aged man grabbed the towel on his shoulder, wiped it twice on his wet head, pouted, and said, "You are stupid, you are really stupid." Do you think I mean to watch the game? ”

"What do you want to say?" The stocky man was a little confused. "This competition is to elect the candidates for the ruling alliance" The middle-aged man looked around vigilantly, and said in a low and mysterious voice: "If it goes on like this, the bandit army will be dangerous!" Obviously, the people of Feiyang want to attack here."

"Do you still have to say that?" Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish speaking, the short man said disdainfully: "Don't talk about now, just talk about these decades, where does the Feiyang Republic not intervene?!" This time, it was strange that the Lelei had knocked Mars down, and they didn't come to pick up the bargain. However, I think it's just them. Take other people's bandit army, I'm afraid it's nothing"

Before the short man could finish speaking, he was slammed by his companion beside him. He turned his head and was about to get angry, but he saw a Fei Yang officer, leading a group of soldiers with loaded guns, walking by.

The stout man shrunk his neck and quickly retracted his feet. The cold eyes of the officer of Nafjan. Gives him a chill in his vest.

In the exchange, it was noisy. Countless traders are rushing to and fro in the hall, and the sound of phone calls, quotations, and tips from the trading system is endless.

As usual, Klaus Sr. sat in his trading seat with a cup of tea. While looking at the transaction information on the computer in front of him.

It is said that it is a trading seat, but in fact, it is just a very simple corner of the hall. Two desks, one computer.

Before. Old Klaus was an agent of the Redbeard Pirates, and now, he was an agent of the entire bandit army. However, few people know about this identity. Old Klaus was an old fox, and after so many years of mixing in the trading floor of the free world, he certainly knew how to maximize his profits.

There are bandits who control the material that Mars enters and exits like a faucet. It's really nice to sneak aside like this, eat and sell. The things that the bandits want to sell are usually rarely issued passes, and the market is tight. And if you want to buy. Old Klaus has a large number of traders who can push prices to lows in a matter of minutes.

Of course, this kind of near-goldfinger trading method is not usually used by the old Klaus.

First, the old fox felt that this did not show his ability, and secondly, in the words of the fat man of Nalelei, if you want to fish, you must naturally raise fish first. Killing chickens and taking eggs. It's better to do less.

Don't say do less, even if you don't do it. Old Klaus also felt that it didn't matter. The bandit fleet, the dry land was originally bought and sold without capital, buying low and selling high to make money, and the entire free world made money from twenty percent of the pass proceeds, plus the profits and trading margins handed over by the free space and free dockyards on the free lanes, were all represented by the old Claus behind the scenes. Now he earns an astronomical amount of money for the bandit army every day.

Old Klaus lit a cigarette and looked at the information on the computer with blank eyes. The prices of several metals needed by the bandits have approached the buying position, and the sell list listed in the trading system has also been sold by 80 percent. Just now, someone hung up 300 wolf warrior beast-type mecha from the manufacturing site of the Tianlun Mecha Company, this kind of mecha has long been in the purchase list of the bandit army, and it needs to be taken down, by the way, make an appointment with the owner of the goods again to see if you can order some more goods.

These are all small things, and the important thing is that I have to meet with a few businessmen introduced by the beautiful deputy commander of the bandit army today. Among these businessmen, the elder Klaus knew a few, all of whom had been running neutral countries for a long time. The business is very big, and they all have some official background. In the past, old Klaus was not qualified to negotiate business with these people, but now

Signaling to his traders to buy three hundred Wolf Warriors, Old Klaus looked at the time. It's already past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and in another half an hour, the morning trading should be over. After making an appointment for a dinner with a few businessmen from neutral countries, it's time to go.

Klaus had just stood up when he suddenly noticed a flickering of the trading screen on the walls around the trading hall and the display on the computer in front of him. After a while, the dense list of product names and prices has disappeared without a trace. The screen went black suddenly.

On the trading floor, there was a commotion. Just as everyone was looking around, trying to figure out what was wrong, the screen lit up again, but this time, what appeared on the screen was not commodity trading information, but an announcement!

"With immediate effect, all trading venues that have not been approved by the command of the Mars Front of the Filipino Alliance will be closed, and all trade in goods not included in the list of Mars Fronts will be stopped. The new list of exchanges and transactions will be announced at a later date. ”

In just two sentences, it caused an uproar in the entire market. The businessmen were all panicked, and no one expected that the exchange would be closed by Fimeng. Before that, there was no warning at all!

Old Klaus stared blankly at the announcement. He knew that tomorrow would be the day of the start of the genre ring competition organized by the Mars Front, and these two heavy punches marked the beginning of Carolina and Cheng Zhixuan's attack on the bandits. They want to completely marginalize the school of following the bandit army, and control this channel in their hands!

Old Klaus took out the communicator, and he needed to tell his immediate boss Audrey the first time.

However, the old Klaus, who was busy with his head buried in the operation, did not notice that there was a sudden dead silence in the trading floor. It wasn't until the communicator in his hand was snatched away that he found that at some point, a team of heavily armed Feiyang soldiers, led by a Feiyang lieutenant, stood in front of him.

"Klaus?" The lieutenant picked up the trader's name tag on Old Klaus's chest with his hand, looked at it contemptuously, and ripped it off: "You are guilty of illegally manipulating the price of goods, fornicating with pirates, and buying and selling strictly controlled materials. Grab it," said Lieutenant Feiyang, and with a wave of his hand, the two Feiyan soldiers wrenched Old Klaus's hands behind him, one left and one right.

"Take it away!".

Tearful begging for a monthly pass.