Chapter 54 The Eye of the Devil

"De-176 galaxy, there are a total of three jumping points..." In the base command room, Barbarossa pointed to the interstellar map and said to Fatty and Chekov: "The connecting channel, except for my own DE and the one you came from,

In addition to these two marginal waterways, there is also the Mars commercial waterway."

The fat man looked intently at the place where Barbarossa pointed on the interstellar map. The galaxies connected by the three jumping points mentioned by the pirate leader have been marked in red. It looked like a few drops on a white silk screen.

Red ink, rendering a large area.

"The Mars Commercial Channel is a Class B channel. It is one of the most important channels in the free world. It is centered on the Mars Freeport and is connected to the Odin Commercial Channel in the Eastern Star Territory. It passes through the Sus Empire and the Chakna Empire.

The main channel between them leads to the Northeast Star Territory. From there, you can take a detour through the Jesus Commercial Channel and enter the Central Star Territory."

Barbarossa sighed and continued: "However, many of the branches of the five major free port commercial waterways have been closed by Western York or the Fiji League. The same is true for other low-level commercial waterways. Everyone's life is not very good.

Better off."

The commercial waterway mentioned by Barbarossa is an ordinary waterway with a traffic level lower than that of the main waterway. If the main waterway is compared to a highway, then the commercial waterway is equivalent to a winding mountain road with poor traffic capacity and long distance.

Like a land highway, this is a network of channels. Various levels of routes are like rivers, criss-crossing each other. Most of the channels are interconnected, and there are also many edge channels that extend to the end of a barren galaxy with only one jumping point.

The only difference between interstellar passages and highways is that the road network is connected by villages and towns. Interstellar passages, on the other hand, are often millions of light years away, and even after dozens of jumps, not a single immigrant planet can be seen.

The fat man was dazzled by looking at the interstellar map. He rubbed his eyebrows, pointed at a small blue dot eight hops away and asked, "Tell me about the situation in Mars Freeport."

"This current ruling coalition of Mars is the Northern Business Alliance." Barbarossa said: "The term they bid for is still one year away. At the beginning of the war, they made some money, and many enterprises and refugees from the warring countries

, everyone has poured in, and it feels much more prosperous than before. However, recently, due to the closure of the waterway, the difficulty in the entry and exit of goods, and the war, the situation has become much more chaotic."

"Hmm..." The fat man touched his livid chin, which he had just shaved, and was a little amused by Barbarossa's words. A pirate leader said that a place like Freeport, which had never been normal, was in chaos. He really didn't know it had become a mess.

What happened.

Freeport, due to its specific environment, has an extremely special social form.

The police there are more of a service organization than police. They usually just help maintain order, deter civilians with no background, and occasionally help find cats and dogs, and catch thieves. They don't care about anything else.

It’s not just the police. This is true for almost all government departments, including the military. No one cares about politics—the most powerful group has the final say! If a more powerful group beats the original group,

It's like a general election.

The underground forces are the real forces. The so-called government on the surface is just the emperor's new clothes. It is not even a fig leaf. It only exists because of the need to manage civilians.

It would not be surprising at all if there are rumors that the chief executive of a certain free port is the younger brother of a certain gangster brother. It can only mean that the gangster boss won the bid for the power to govern.

There are no political parties in Freeport, only various interest alliances, such as chambers of commerce, transportation groups, mercenary groups, and underworld and pirates. The power to govern is treated as a commodity and bid by these groups.

Once every four years. After paying a large sum of money, the winning bidder must also invest in the defense and infrastructure of the Free Port. In return, he can obtain part of the Free Port's tax revenue to offset his investment. The most important return is that during the term of office

In four years, he will be very safe. This is a recognized neutral position. As long as you behave in this position, no one will touch you!

Therefore, the right to govern the free port is also called the right to save lives. Many wealthy people facing desperate situations have spent hundreds of billions of dollars just to obtain this right in order to survive in desperate situations.

Of course, the military and some key government functional departments have personnel and management rights that the government does not have. Although it sounds ironic, it is normal for free ports. These departments are controlled by underground forces, and every

Each force has its own spokesperson.

On the one hand, they cooperate, and on the other hand, these forces also fight openly and covertly with each other.

In Freeport, betrayals and alliances are changing every moment, and no one can block the sky with one hand. Everyone must be careful to ensure that they will not wake up the next day and find that they have nothing, including their lives.

This is a strange place. If you are smart enough, you can live happily here.

Not only are there various opportunities to get rich for those with an adventurous spirit, but there is also a relaxed environment for ordinary civilians to live their lives - the underworld will not attack civilians easily, and they charge protection fees with more professional ethics than the police.

Of course, once you make a move, it will definitely be a dead end. Many people or forces that were once popular have disappeared like this.

Mars Freeport is the most important goal set by Fatty. Only by holding this planet in hand can we truly unify the free world.

Before setting foot on the road to Mars Freeport, Fatty knew that relying on the Red Beard Pirates in his hands was not enough. What he needed now was stronger power and more money. Without enough strength, in

In a place where the weak and the strong prey on each other, there can be no trouble.

"Where do you think we should start?" The fat man rubbed his red eyes, looked away from the interstellar map, lit a cigarette, and looked at Barbarossa.

"I..." Barbarossa looked at the fat man and shook his head cautiously: "I don't know. In the news from the eyes sent out recently, it seems that there are no targets with oil and water on the main channel. Soos

The empire’s fleet is still gathering towards the border of Salega in an endless stream. At this time, no one dares to take risks.”

The marginal channel is dependent on the commercial channel, and the commercial channel is dependent on the main channel. With the Suss Empire fleet passing through the main channel at all times, no one dares to act rashly.

The registration place is not in Western York, and without a special pass from the Suss Empire, even merchant ships carrying the most ordinary goods cannot enter the sight of the Suss fleet. Not to mention those free merchant ships carrying strictly controlled goods such as energy, machinery and electronic equipment.

There are also smuggling ships that risk crossing the blockade, but these are basically ships belonging to the Fiji League. The destinations are the blockaded Fiji League countries such as Leray and Gacharin. Such merchant ships are naturally not in Fatty's possession.

Within the scope of robbery.

The fat man pouted and blew out a smoke ring, and then hurriedly blew out a stream of smoke. Watching the smoke penetrate into the smoke ring, he smiled lewdly and said with a sense of accomplishment: "If you have anything to say, just tell me

Say, don’t hesitate—the Red Beard Pirates don’t have any enemies?”

Barbarossa looked at the fat man. His expression changed. To be honest, he felt a sense of fear towards the fat man from the bottom of his heart. Now, the powerful veil in the pirate's eyes had been ripped away by the fat man. At the moment when he revealed the pirate's treasure,

Barbarossa knew that the fat man had won. He would never be the pirate leader who shocked the crowd with his words.

The reason why I can still stand here and become one of the three leaders of this new gang is only because of Fatty's words. This man is born with the ability to control people's hearts! He beat one person just to control others.

Human psychology! No one understands human nature better than him. In peacetime, he was a brilliant psychologist, but now, he is a devil!

You never know whether this person is a lunatic or not. But, just look at the way the pirates look at him and look at the broken warship parked in the dock, you will know that he is definitely a genius! Follow this

Being alone is undoubtedly dangerous, but it must also be wonderful!

After a long silence, Barbarossa finally nodded and said: "To be honest, I wanted to suggest starting with a few groups of pirates nearby. However, I don't want you to think that I am killing people with a borrowed knife."

"What's wrong with killing someone with a borrowed knife?" The fat man patted Barbarossa on the shoulder in surprise. He sighed: "You are just too kind and too honest - we are pirates. Throw away all your old ways and tell the truth.

What justice?”

"Pfft!" As Chekov spat out the tea he had just drank and kept coughing, Barbarossa's face turned red. The red-bearded pirate who had been roaming the Golden Triangle for nearly twenty years and killing many people,

This is the first time I have been scolded for being kind and honest.

"Besides..." The fat man waved his hand: "We are enemies in the same industry. We must have enough understanding. The enemy is cunning and cruel. They bully the people, kill and set fire to all kinds of evil. They have been staring at our Red Beard Pirates for more than a day or two.

, they are trying to kill us, and we are forced to defend ourselves!"

Chekov found it a little funny. The fat man was very skilled in arranging charges. Although he didn't even know who the pirates were, this did not prevent him from opening his mouth to slander others.

"Who are they?" the fat man asked Barbarossa curiously.

"Devil's Eye Pirate Group, Commander Stillman." Barbarossa pointed to several galaxies five hops away on the interstellar map and said: "In the past ten years, he has been operating in this star field, and his strength is not the same as ours.

Shang Xia, we have fought dozens of times in the past, both large and small, with victories and defeats. They are considered mortal enemies, and they were enemies that we forged in the Golden Triangle."

"Are there any weaker ones?" The fat man frowned: "When you are a pirate, the most important thing is to learn to pick the persimmons and squeeze the soft ones."

"Yes." Barbarossa said honestly: "However, the Eye of the Devil is closest to us. Although no one knows where the other party's base is, judging from the activity area, a large part of us overlaps with them.

Several robberies have collided with each other. Unless this nail is pulled out, we will not be able to attack other pirate groups."

"We're going to fight a tough battle when we open?" The fat man was a little depressed. This didn't seem to be in line with his principle of bullying the weak: "Let's talk about it first and tell them more carefully about their situation!"

The de-454 galaxy, which is only four hops away from the de-176 public galaxy where the Red Beard Pirates are located, is a huge sea star galaxy. In the Asian Elephant Constellation in the galaxy, the de-4541 star system, there are six jump points. Here

, is also the location of the main base of the Devil’s Eye Pirate Group,

At this moment, Commander Stillman was sitting on a chair wrapped in gold velvet, enjoying his dinner.

"Recently..." Stillman put a cut piece of beef into his mouth with a fork and chewed it slowly, his neatly trimmed golden beard moving with his lips: "Those red beards seem to be a lot quieter.

.”

Second Commander Peterson reached for the whiskey on the table, poured it for Stillman, frowned and said: "Some time ago, their main force robbed a business group transporting ore in the Pyramid Constellation. After the success,

, suddenly disappeared, I wonder if something happened?"

"Have they sold their ore?" Stillman carefully cut the steak on the plate.

"I heard that it has been given to the old guy Klaus, but he hasn't taken action yet." Peterson put the empty bottle aside, stood up, took another bottle of strong brand whiskey from the wine cabinet, and tore it off habitually.

Trademark, while pouring himself wine, he said: "That's a lot of money."

"How much is the ore worth?" Stillman sneered. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth, sneered: "Waiting to get on the line with Suss, this star field, and their red beards

Share?! This time we paid the price of two armed merchant ships and four torpedo boats. In a blink of an eye, we can get a cruiser equipped with military equipment. This business is called making money."

"The most important thing is..." Stillman looked at Peterson proudly: "We have the support of West York. Is there anything we can't do in this star field?"

"That's it, that's it!" Peterson rubbed his hands excitedly: "Brother, when do you think the actions of the Binart people will end? Do they want to block the Bu Channel like this? Then our ship must

When can I wait until I get it?"

"Impatient people will never understand the beauty of waiting..." Stillman smiled slightly and picked up the knife and fork again: "We were driven here from the Golden Triangle area by Red Beard. We have been waiting for ten years and we still care.

How many days? When I get the ship, hum. I will let Hayreddin understand that this is not the Golden Triangle Star Territory!"

Ulyanov stood upright on the bridge like a javelin.

In front of this smug Admiral of the Sousse Empire is a huge battleship porthole. Outside the window, stars are shining. The star on the left front of the ship emits a dazzling light. Nine Typhoon-class battleships and two Admiral Yankovitch-class spaceships

The aircraft carrier, surrounded by dozens of Constantin-class cruisers and hundreds of destroyers, cut through the sky.

The light of the stars gave this majestic mixed fleet a dazzling colorful coat.
To be continued...