Counterfeit Hero

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

As a little man born in the slums of Freeport, the thin Oliver is less than 1.6 meters tall and weighs no more than 50 kilograms. This always annoyed him. Because of his thinness, he was unable to join the club like other companions and rely on his fists to become popular and drink hot food. He is just a thief. A thief on the outskirts of a society who has to pay half of his income every day.

However, Oliver's life was much better than that of other thieves. After all, he has a beautiful 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 easier than other golden fingers. On the streets that his brother-in-law was looking after, no other golden finger dared to compete with him for business. As long as Oliver is targeting the target, he can basically succeed. The superb technology and several busy commercial streets with priority have kept Oliver's income stable.

Oliver has always been content. Except for paying the payee of the Gray Wolf Gang, the rest of the daily income is saved. Oliver knew that although his brother-in-law was very kind to his siblings, he was licking blood with a knife, and maybe one day... So, Oliver wanted to save some money, just in case. Then one day, I can at least support my sister.

Walking along the garden in the center of Waltz Commercial Avenue, Oliver carefully hid himself in the dense trees. Today, his brother-in-law has warned him. Don't do business. Oliver always listened to his brother-in-law, and he didn't want to cause trouble to his brother-in-law in this messy day.

original. He doesn't want to go to the streets. However, my sister is sick. The hospital in Freeport is not something that people from the slums can go to. The medical fees and medical fees there are terrifyingly expensive. Now, Oliver is going to see the doctor who usually treats his family. Although the doctor did not have a medical license, he had excellent medical skills that no other doctor could match. Spend a little money, grab some grass roots and bark, boil it into bitter juice and drink it, and you will be cured. Such doctors are the Buddhas of thousands of families in the slums.

The doctor lives on Tango Street. Where is the brother-in-law's territory?

but. To get to Tango Avenue, you have to pass through Waltz Commercial Avenue. This busy avenue is not a safe place. The Storm Bear Club and the Gray Wolf Gang have fought several times to compete for this street. It's all a matter of outcome. No one can eat this street in one bite. Therefore, in the eyes of club members, this is a battlefield.

Oliver walked as fast as he could. He decided to go to Tango Avenue and find a doctor soon, then go east and ask his brother-in-law to help him hail a taxi at the intersection. He would rather spend some money to take a long detour on the elevated highway than come back from Waltz.

Freeport has never been as 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 bang? In sight, the originally bustling Waltz Avenue. Many businesses have closed their doors. It is estimated that they also received wind of the breakdown of the genre federation negotiations.

After walking briskly for more than two hundred meters in the shadow of the garden trees, Oliver quickened his pace again. The deserted streets made his hair stand on end.

Crossing the garden lawn and jumping over a row of low ornamental shrubs, Oliver had reached the intersection of Waltz Avenue and Tango Avenue.

Oliver came out of the shade and saw his brother-in-law immediately.

The tall brother-in-law was standing under the streetlight at the intersection. Beside him, there were several guys from the Gray Wolf Gang.

"Brother-in-law!" Oliver's heart was relieved. A smile appeared on the pale face. He walked quickly and easily down the street and ran to the opposite street.

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

As 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 desperately. He is always fearless. Why is my expression so nervous and frightened at this moment...

A flood of people surged past Oliver.

Amidst the fierce shouts of death, the thin Oliver fell down lonely and helpless like a sapling in the flood. His blood was trampled and turned into countless messy footprints in the middle of the Waltz Avenue.

Oliver is dead. A thief, an insignificant character, died like this.

At the same time that Oliver fell, in Mars Freeport Spaceport No. 7, the merchant ship Audrey had completed its entry declaration.

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

A moment later, dozens of Audrey's crew members walked arm-in-arm and noisily toward the shuttle platform from the space port to Central City.

The workers in charge of loading and unloading the docks looked at these smugglers with envy.

They knew that what awaited these crew members were the pretty girls and strong wine in Central City's red light district. These animals, which have been secreting hormones for a whole lonely interstellar journey, will spend a carnival night returning to the human world. Some respectable people. "Ulyanov said to himself as he stared at the bright explosion of light outside the battleship's port window.

In the spring of 2063, under dual political and military pressure, the First and Second Mixed Fleets of the Southeastern Front of Sousse finally knocked on the door of the Salega Federation and marched straight in.

The weak Salega Congress offered the right of passage to the Longbow Star Territory and the right to garrison the Blue Stone Star. In order to avoid conflicts and ensure that the Gem Galaxy, where the capital of Salega is located, maintains fragile peace, they even ordered most of the main fleets in the Longbow Star Region to withdraw from the Longbow Star Region. All ground troops. No conflict of any kind with the Soos Empire is allowed.

Under the overwhelming propaganda, most of the citizens of the Salaga Federation suffered a "serious loss" battle in the Leray Bermuda Star Territory. The "neutrality" of Congress was acquiesced.

It would be better not to let this protracted war happen to the people of the Salga Federation.

No one cares about the world situation. No one likes fighting.

The voices of the few resistance factions were drowned at this moment. The Democratic Liberal Party, which gained power by accusing the government of its wrong stance in the Leray War, under the leadership of Speaker Seve, comprehensively suppressed the former ruling party, the National Progressive Party, which advocated resistance. While desperately trying to concentrate power, they controlled parliament and used the propaganda tools at their disposal to spread so-called pacifism. And thereby launched a new presidential candidate. .

In this daydream-like political compromise, there was a figure and a fleet standing in front of the Sus Empire.

General Tolstoy, and the Longbow fleet following him.

This bright firework before Ulyanov's eyes. It is the flagship of the Longbow Regional Fleet.

The battle lasted for a full ten hours, and the Longbow local fleet was almost disabled. After Tolstoy issued the order to retreat, he led his flagship to seize the rear and died for his country. Before dying, he shouted long live Salega.

This was not a fight of one magnitude at all, from the beginning. It's full of tragedy. Under the fierce offensive of the two mixed fleets of the Suss Empire, the Longbow local fleet with only one aircraft carrier, nine battleships and 17 cruisers launched tit-for-tat charges again and again.

Their unadvanced warships were strangling the Sussian fleet, and their desperate fighting style was chilling.

Ulyanov believed that if the entire country of Salga was like Tolstoy and the fleet he led, Susi would never even think of setting foot in the Salga Federation!

It's a pity that the stupid politicians in this country have surrendered. Only this old man. On this day of humiliation, Salega won a bit of dignity.

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

"Abandon the pursuit." Ulyanov stared into the void where the light had dissipated, recalling the moment when Tolstoy's flagship exploded.

"But..." Second Fleet Deputy Commander Gershkov whispered: "Their retreat to the Free Star Domain will cause great trouble to our supply lines. Moreover, it will also affect the northern commerce of Mars Freeport. As far as the alliance is concerned, this force is not something they can deal with."

Ulyanov said calmly: "We are guests, and it is not suitable to irritate the people of Salega too much. We can't do anything to kill them all. Besides, the opponent's fleet has escaped our control, and the nights are long and dreamy. If we are chasing them, we will die." What happened to the Blue Stone Star? This is extremely irresponsible to the empire. As for the free world, it is better to be a little more chaotic. We just let the Northern Alliance understand how much they need us."

Turning his gaze to the wider starry sky, Ulyanov murmured: "And this is the only way I can show respect for the national heroes who have been charged with treason. Even if they are our enemies."

"Yes! Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief."

"The fleet turns to the target, Blue Stone Star."

"Are you here?" Tian Xingjian held the communicator and said as he gently opened the curtains of the room and scanned the street downstairs of the Puluo Branch.

On the deserted streets, reporters in twos and threes were still staring at the door of the Tailiu branch.

The TV station's photojournalists have already set up their portable live broadcast devices and are ready with their cameras. The most famous news host has completely lost his airs of being a big name at this moment. He would rather stand on the street and wait hard than take a break in the live broadcast truck that is just around the corner.

The fat man frowned, feeling very unhappy. He felt like a state official setting a fire, only to find the people lighting lamps. Naturally, he spotted some unusual characters in the crowd.

These people are definitely not journalists, nor are they some ignorant people. Their locations are very hidden. Very clever. However, they naturally exude that fierce temperament. But it can't be covered up.

Wary and cold, like a clockwork dog that has been wound up, and will jump out as long as you let it go.

Such people, apart from soldiers, in this free world, there are only top thugs or mercenaries supported by the underworld. They will not be killers. In killer training, grinding off sharp edges is a required lesson. Top killer. You might even think that he is a well-educated, gentle and elegant scholar or a reckless worker. Only the top thugs and mercenaries of the underworld can use the completely opposite method to train a person's murderous aura.

Today, when these people appear here, it is not as simple as a fight. Just looking at the bulging shape under their clothes, Fatty could even tell the model of the energy gun they carried.

"I'm so scared!" The fat man's face twitched with fear, and he quickly rolled his eyes. Looking for your own goal.

Finally, among the crowd at the street intersection, he found the man who put a finger into his ear and drilled it into it.

"Game..." Fatty suddenly felt a little confused. He turned his head, looked at Helen who was also confused, and murmured: "It's about to start."

The black flying car slowed down as it approached the First Avenue in Protown.

Harriman stared intently at the building with the Tailiu sign hanging in the center of First Avenue that was getting closer and closer.

On the mecha passage behind the flying car, three humanoid mechas with a distinctive killing style followed. Behind them, various ordinary mechas, interview mechas and live broadcast vehicles were seen in the distance, like a rolling tide on the horizon.

Harriman knew that along the way, he had become the focus of the entire free world. The majority of the crowd at the back were not just ordinary onlookers, but also mecha enthusiasts and those pervasive reporters. They are people from all major schools and associations in the free world.

They are waiting to witness the surrender of a faction or the beginning of a life-and-death crusade.

When Tailiu kicked off the gym and closed the door, even though he knew that the two sides would be fighting a war that had nothing to do with the traditional model, Jueshaliu had to send out his own warriors to retaliate against Tailiu in tit-for-tat fashion. This is the first genre in the world of mecha genres. The only way to prove your inviolable glory.

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

As a third-level god of war in the ultimate killing style. 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, then walk in and kick off the gym.

But, would Cooper let them walk into the Tailiu branch so easily? Tailiu, what means have you prepared to deal with the revenge of Jueshaliu?

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

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

"They are really coming." Cooper sat in the flying car and looked through the car window as Harriman got closer and closer. There was a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Level 3 Mecha God of War Harriman once defeated Wei Jianshan." Daiki Nakagawa, who was sitting next to Cooper, said coldly: "I really want to see what the fat man from LeRay Federation and Harriman's... A duel."

"The duel is not important." 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 has gone crazy." Daiki Nakagawa simply replied, without seeming to change the subject. He stared at Cooper and said, "Have you decided to start the war now?"

"In all these years with me, this is the first time you have questioned my decision." Cooper opened his eyes, looked at Nakagawa Daiki, and said slowly: "Do you think the time for war will start sooner or later, for us , is there any difference?"

"No!" Nakagawa Dahui's answer was simple. This is a world where the jungle prevails. There is no distinction between good and evil. Whoever wins will gain power. Those enterprises, business groups, small schools and associations are always ready to throw themselves into the arms of the winner.

In order to prepare for the chaos that the space war will bring to Mars Freeport, Tailiu has been preparing for several years. Only when Tai Liu reaches the top can he respond to everything at once.

From third to first, Nakagawa Dahui knew that it was by no means a long process. Tailiu's only choice is to finish his work in one battle!

"The Suss Empire has arrived at Salega." Cooper turned his head and looked at the three elders who had led Baz, Wetherill and other disciples to welcome him out. He snorted coldly, and then said to Nakagawa Dahui: " At this time, it is time for them to choose their collaborators. When the dust settles, it will be the time when other schools are suppressed and eliminated. If Juesha Ryu and Poshan Ryu win this cooperation opportunity, Tai Ryu will bear the brunt of being eliminated. .”

"I know this." Nakagawa Dahui showed no expression.

"But you don't know the Fifa League's plan..." The muscles on Cooper's face were beating: "You don't know, and neither do I. Even in the entire free world, no one knows! But they are indeed Here, right next to us. Escalating the conflict between our genres step by step."

As if calming down his inner emotions, after a long time, Cooper continued: "Do you think if I compromise in the sect federation, those sects will let us go?"

"No!" Nakagawa Dahui said truthfully: "Once we compromise, it will be a disaster for both the mecha sect and Xiyo."

"So..." Cooper smiled slightly and said to himself: "We should sit here and go with the flow. Look at the fate of those who oppose us in Tailiu, look at the methods of the Fei League, and also Look at the destruction of the Juesha style! The opportunity to take advantage of the two major schools of Feimeng, Juesha and Poshan at the same time is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"When will we start?" Nakagawa Dahui's eyes also fell on the three elders of Tailiu and their direct disciples at the door of the branch library. After Monroe and Nakagawa became disabled and died, only Baz and Wetherill, Wei Jianshan's direct disciples, were left in the Puro branch. The disappearance of this branch is not a loss to the Cooper Group.

"If Harriman kills the fat man, nothing will happen to us." Cooper subconsciously looked at the people scattered around the Tailiu branch and the roof of the building opposite, and said bitterly: "If he died in the hands of the fat man, Come on, take action immediately!" "What if there is only winning and losing, not life and death?" Nakagawa Daiki asked.

"With Harriman's character and his unique skills, would such a duel involve life and death?" Cooper's eyes flashed with madness: "If that happens, then they will fight together. Hell. Just pour this basin of sewage on Po Shanliu!"

Nakagawa Dahui nodded. Cooper's calculation is considered very thorough. When the chaos breaks out, even if Juesha Liu suspects Tai Liu is responsible for the incident, without evidence, they can only act superficially. Tailiu is their enemy, and Poshanliu's relationship with them is not much better.

Cranes and clams fight, and the fisherman gains.

No matter what, they would not allow them to stand on the shore and watch the joke.

Even without this excuse, Nakagawa Daiki believed that Kilburn and Cooper had already planned to drag Poshanliu into this muddy water.

No one can think of peace of mind. Either the fish dies or the net breaks!

There is only one person who ordered the chaos in Mars Freeport!

Nakagawa Daiki turned to look at Harriman, who was slowly walking towards the Tailiu branch under the escort of three mechas.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank violently as if they were exposed to direct sunlight.