Oliver shrunk his head, looked around cautiously, and then quickly crossed the street.

Born in the slums of Freeport, the skinny Oliver is less than 1.6 meters tall and weighs no more than 50 kilograms. This has always annoyed him. Because of his emaciation, he was not able to enter the club like his other companions, and he relied on his fists to eat and drink spicy food. He's just a thief. A thief on the periphery of a community who needs to pay half of his income every day.

However, Oliver's life is much better than that of other thieves. After all, he has a beautiful older sister. And his brother-in-law is a small leader of the Gray Wolf Gang.

With the care of his brother-in-law, Oliver's business is much better than other Goldfingers. On the streets that his brother-in-law guarded, no other goldfinger dared to steal business with him. As long as it is the target that Oliver is targeting, he can basically succeed. With his superb technology and a few bustling commercial streets with priority, Oliver's income has been stable.

Oliver has always been content. The daily income, except for the payees handed over to the Gray Wolf Gang, has been saved. Oliver knows that although his brother-in-law is very good to his sister and brother, he is doing a day of licking blood with a knife, maybe one day, Oliver wants to save some money, if there is a day, he can at least support his sister.

Walking along the street garden of Waltz Avenue, Oliver carefully hides himself in a densely wooded area. Today, his brother-in-law has already warned him. Don't do business. Oliver had always listened to his brother-in-law, and he didn't want to cause trouble for him in this messy day.

Originally. He didn't want to go out on the streets. However, my sister is sick. Freeport hospitals are not for people in the slums. The cost of consultation and medicine there is frightening to death. Oliver is now going to the doctor who treats his family on weekdays. Although the doctor was not licensed to practice medicine, he had a skill that no other doctor could match. Spend a little money, grab some grass roots and tree bark and boil it into bitter juice to drink, and the disease can be cured. Such a doctor is a Buddha of all families in the slums.

The doctor lives on Tango Street. Where is the territory of my brother-in-law.

But. To get to Tango Street, you have to go through the Waltz Shopping Avenue. This bustling boulevard is not a safe place. The Storm Bears and the Gray Wolves have been fighting for this street several times. It's all about winning or losing. No one can eat this street in one bite. Therefore, in the eyes of the members of the community, this is the battlefield.

Oliver picked up his pace as fast as he could. He decided, in a moment, to get a doctor on Tango Street, and then go east, and ask his brother-in-law to help him hail a taxi at the intersection, preferring to spend some money on a long detour down the elevated highway than to come back from the waltz.

Freeport, never before has it been so tense as it is today. Oliver feels that the current Freeport is simply a powder keg. Who knows when this powder keg will explode with a thud? In sight, the originally bustling Waltz Boulevard. A lot of businesses have closed their doors. Presumably, they also received rumors of a breakdown in the negotiations of the genre federation.

In the shadow of the garden trees, after a brisk walk of more than two hundred meters, Oliver picked up his pace again. The deserted streets made him feel creepy.

Across the garden's lawn and over a row of low ornamental shrubs, Oliver has reached the intersection of Waltz Avenue and Tango Avenue.

Oliver, who came out of the shade of the tree, saw his brother-in-law for the first time.

The tall brother-in-law was standing under the street lamp at the intersection, and beside him, there were several Gray Wolf gang mates.

"Brother-in-law!" Oliver's heart that had been carrying it was relaxed. On his pale face, a smile appeared. He walked down the curb with ease and speed, and ran toward the street opposite.

Across the street, his brother-in-law was waving desperately at him.

Oliver ran to the center of the street. The pace slowed down. He was suddenly confused. I don't understand what my brother-in-law means by waving his hand desperately.,Brother-in-law who has never been afraid of heaven and earth.。 At this moment, why is he so nervous and so frightened

A tidal wave of people poured past Oliver.

In the fierce shouts of killing, the skinny Oliver fell like a small sapling in a flood, lonely and helpless. His blood, trampled on, turned into a myriad of messy footprints in the middle of Waltz Boulevard.

Oliver is dead. A thief, an insignificant little character, just died.

At the same time as Oliver fell, in the spaceport 7 of Freeport Mars, the merchant ship Audrey had completed the declaration of entering the port.

Dozens of heavy-duty trucks, pulling long containers, drove silently out of the port terminal.

Moments later, dozens of Audrey's crew members walked shoulder to shoulder and in a row's way to the shuttle platform from the spaceport to Canterlot.

The workers in charge of the loading and unloading of the dock looked at the smuggling crew with envy.

They knew that what awaited these crew members was the beautiful chicks and the strong wine in the red-light district of Canterlot. These hormones, who have secreted a whole lonely interstellar journey, will spend a night of carnival back in the human world. Respectable people. Ulyanov stared out the window of the battleship, at the bright light of the explosion, and said to himself.

In the spring of 2063, under political and military pressure, the 1st and 2nd mixed fleets of the Souss Southeast Front finally knocked on the door of the Salga Federation and drove straight in.

The weak Congress of Salga offered the right of way to the Longbow Star Field and the garrison of the Blue Stone Star. In order to avoid conflict, and in order to ensure that the Jewel System where Salga's capital is located remains fragile and peaceful, they even ordered most of the main fleet in the Longbow Domain to withdraw from the Longbow Field. All ground forces. There must be no conflict of any kind with the Souss Empire.

Under the overwhelming publicity, the majority of the citizens of the Salga Federation suffered a "heavy loss" battle in the Bermuda star field of Leray. The "neutrality" of Congress was tacitly acquiesced.

This protracted war should not befall the people of the Salga Federation.

Nobody cares about the state of the world. Nobody likes to fight.

The voices of the few resistance factions were drowned out at this moment. The Democratic Liberal Party (DPP), which seized power by accusing the government of taking a wrong stance in the Le Ray War, has cracked down on the former ruling National Progressive Party (KMP), which advocated resistance, under the leadership of Speaker Seifer. While desperately centralizing power, they control parliament and use the propaganda tools at their disposal to spread so-called pacifism. And with this, a new presidential candidate was introduced.

In the midst of this daydreaming political compromise, there was a figure and a fleet standing in the way of the Seuss Empire.

General Tolstoy, and the local fleet of longbows that followed him.

This brilliant firework in front of Ulyanov's eyes. It was the flagship of the Longbow local fleet.

The battle lasted a full ten hours, and the longbow local fleet was almost crippled. After giving the order to retreat, Tolstoy led his flagship to break the rear and was martyred. Dying, chanting Long live Salga.

This is not a magnitude contest at all, from the beginning. It's full of tragedy. Under the fierce offensive of the two mixed fleets of the Seuss Empire, the Longbow local fleet, which had only one aircraft carrier, nine battleships and seventeen cruisers, launched one charge after another-for-tat.

Their warships are not advanced, and they are strangled in the Souss fleet, and their fighting style is chilling.

Ulyanov believed that if the whole country of Salga was like Tolstoy and the fleet he led, Suss would not want to step into the Salga Federation!

It's a pity that the stupid politicians of this country capitulated. Only this old man. On this humiliating day, Salga earned a shred of dignity.

In the distance, the only two scarred battleships, an aircraft carrier and three cruisers, left of the Salga Federation Longbow Local Fleet, were retreating. Behind the break, there were only a few high-speed destroyers and torpedo boats left.

"Give up the pursuit." Ulyanov stared into the void that had already dissipated its light, recalling the moment when Tolstoy's flagship exploded.

"But," Gershkov, deputy commander of the Second Fleet, whispered, "their retreat to the Free Star Field will cause great trouble for our supply lines. And, for the Northern Business Union of the Freeport of Mars, this force. It's not something they can deal with. ”

Ulyanov said lightly: "We are guests, and it is not suitable to stimulate the people of Salga too much." We can't do it yet. Besides, the opposing fleet has been out of our control, and the night is full of dreams. If something happens to the Blue Stone Star because of the pursuit of them. This is extremely irresponsible for the Empire. As for the free world, it's better to mess around. We just let the Northern Alliance understand. How they need us. ”

Looking at the wider starry sky, Ulyanov muttered, "And this is the only way for me to show respect for the heroes of the country who have been charged with treason." Even if they are our enemies. ”

"Yes! Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief. ”

"Fleet turn, target, Bluestone."

"Arrived?" Tian Xingjian held the communicator, and as he spoke, he gently opened the curtains of the room and scanned the street downstairs of the Puluo Branch Library.

On the deserted streets, reporters were still staring at the door of the Tailiu branch library.

The photojournalists of the TV station have already set up portable live broadcast devices and are on standby at any time with their cameras on their shoulders. The most ace news host, at the moment, has completely lost the shelf of the big name, and would rather stand on the street and wait than rest for a while on the nearby live broadcast car.

The fat man frowned, and he was very unhappy, there was a feeling that the state official set the fire, but found that the people lit the lamp. Naturally, he spotted something unusual in the crowd.

These people are definitely not journalists, and naturally they are not some people who don't know whether they are alive or dead. They stand in seclusion. Very ingenious. However, they naturally exude that kind of fierce temperament. But it can't be concealed.

Vigilance, gloomy and cold, like a wind-up dog that has been wound up, as long as it is gently released, it will jump out.

Such people, in addition to the military, in this free world, there are only top thugs or mercenaries raised by the underworld. They won't be killers, and in killer training, grinding off sharp edges and corners is a compulsory lesson. Top killers. You'd even think he's a well-educated, gentle scholar or a reckless worker. Only the top thugs and mercenaries of the underworld would train a person's murderous spirit in the exact opposite way.

Today, these people are here, but it is not as simple as fighting. Just by looking at the bulging shape under their clothes, the fat man could even tell the model of the energy gun they were carrying.

"I'm scared!" The fat man's face twitched in horror, and his eyes rolled rapidly. Looking for their purpose.

Finally, in the crowd at the intersection of the streets, he found the man who had shoved a finger into his ear and drilled around.

"Game" The fat man was suddenly a little confused, he turned his head, looked at Helen, who was also confused, and muttered, "It's going to start." ”

The black flying car, approaching First Avenue in Purotown, slowed down.

Harriman stared at the building that hung the Taryu marker in the middle of First Avenue that was getting closer and closer.

On the mecha passage behind the flying car, follow three humanoid mechs with a distinct lore flow style. Behind, all kinds of ordinary mechas, interview mechas, and live broadcast cars, far away, like the rolling tide on the horizon.

Harriman knew that along the way, he had become the focus of attention of the entire free world. In the crowd behind, not only ordinary onlookers, mecha enthusiasts and those all-pervasive reporters, mostly. They are people from all the major schools and societies of the free world.

They are waiting to witness the capitulation of a genre or the beginning of a life-and-death conquest.

When Tailiu kicked the gym and closed the door, even knowing that the two sides would be a war that had nothing to do with the traditional model, Lore Stream had to send his own fighters to launch a-for-tat retaliation against Tailiu. This is the first genre in the mecha genre world. The only way to prove one's inviolable glory.

And now. The only Tailiu branch library that can challenge is the Puluo branch library.

As a third-level god of war in the lore stream. What Harriman has to do at this moment is to ask the driver to drive the flying car to the entrance of the Tailiu branch library, and then, walk in, and kick the museum.

But would Cooper let them walk into the Terryo branch so easily? Tai Liu, what means have you prepared to deal with the revenge of the lore stream?

Harriman twisted his stout neck twice, making two soft clicks. Taking a deep breath, he slammed the door and got out of the car, striding towards the Tailiu branch.

The three escort mechs quickly kept up with Harriman's pace.

"They're really coming." Cooper sat in the flying car, looking through the window as he approached Harriman. On his face, there was a hint of sarcasm.

"Harriman, the third-level mecha god of war, once defeated Weijian Mountain." Nakagawa Daiki, who was sitting next to Cooper, said coldly: "I really want to see this duel between that fat man of the Lelei Federation and Harriman." ”

"Duels don't matter." Cooper snorted coldly, leaned his head on the back of the leather chair, took a deep breath, and suddenly asked, "By the way, how is Monroe now?" ”

"He's gone crazy." Nakagawa Daiki replied simply, as if he didn't mean to change the subject, staring at Cooper and saying, "Now that the war is going to war, have you already decided?" ”

"This is the first time you've questioned my decision in all these years." Cooper opened his eyes, looked at Nakagawa Daiki, and said slowly: "Do you think that the time of the war is sooner or later, is there a difference for us?" ”

"Nope!" Nakagawa's answer was crisp. It's a world of the jungle. There is no distinction between good and evil. Whoever wins will gain power. Businesses, trade groups, small schools and societies are ready to throw themselves into the arms of the victors.

In order to prepare for the chaos brought by the Space War to the Freeport of Mars, Tailiu has been preparing for several years. Only when Tailiu reaches the top, can it be echoed.

From third to first, Nakagawa knew that it would never be a long process. Tailiu's only choice is to finish his work!

"The Suss Empire has come to Salga." Cooper turned his head and looked at the three elders who had already led Buzz and Weatheril and other disciples to greet him, snorted coldly, and then said to Nakagawa Daiki: "At this time, it is time for them to choose a collaborator. When the dust settles, it is when other genres are suppressed and eliminated. If Lore Stream and Broken Mountain Stream win this partnership opportunity, Tai Stream will be the first to be eliminated. ”

"I know that." Daiki Nakagawa didn't have any expression.

"But you don't know the plan of the Filipino Alliance," the muscles on Cooper's face were beating, "You don't know, and I don't know either." Even in the whole free world, no one knows! But they are here, right next to us. Escalate the contradictions between our genres step by step. ”

As if to calm his inner emotions, it took a long time for Cooper to continue: "Do you think that if I compromise on the genre federation, those schools will let us go?" ”

"No!" Daiki Nakagawa said truthfully: "Once we compromise, it will be a disaster in front of both the mecha school and the West Covenant. ”

"So," Cooper said with a slight smile and said to himself, "we should sit here and push the boat down the river." Look at the fate of those who oppose us in the Tai Stream, look at the methods of the Filipino League, and look at the destruction of the Lore Stream! It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be able to take advantage of the two major schools of Fijian and Lore and Breaking Mountains at the same time. ”

"When will you do it?" Nakagawa Daiki's gaze also fell on the three elders of Tailiu and their direct disciples at the door of the branch library. After Monroe and Nakagawa Yuichi died, only Buzz and Weatheril, the personal disciples of Wai Miyama, were left in the Puluo Branch. The disappearance of this branch library is not a loss for the Cooper Group.

"If Harriman kills that fat man, it won't matter to us." Cooper subconsciously looked at the people scattered around the Tailiu branch library and the roof of the building opposite, and said hatefully: "If he dies at the hands of the fat man, do it immediately!" "What if there was only winning and losing, and there was no life and death?" Daiki Nakagawa asked.

"Such a duel, with Harriman's character and the characteristics of the technique of the lore stream, will there be no distinction between life and death?" Cooper's eyes flashed with madness: "If that happens, then they will go to hell together." This basin of sewage is splashed on the body of the broken mountain! ”

Daiki Nakagawa nodded. Cooper's calculations are also thorough. When the time comes, as soon as the chaos begins, even if the lore stream suspects that Tailiu did the thing, but, in the absence of evidence, they can only do it on the surface. Tailiu is their enemy, and the relationship between Broken Mountain Stream and them is not much better.

Cranes and mussels compete, and fishermen profit.

In any case, they will not allow the broken mountain to stand on the shore and watch the joke.

Even without this excuse, Nakagawa Daiki believes that Kilburn and Cooper already had a plan to pull the mountain into this troubled water.

No one wants to be safe. Either the fish dies, or the net breaks!

There is only one person who has ordered the riots in the Freeport of Mars!

Nakagawa Daiki turned his head to look at Harriman, who was slowly walking towards the Tairyu branch library, escorted by three mechs.

Suddenly, his eyes contracted violently as if they were being exposed to direct sunlight