Chapter 59: Each plan

"It's not that I'm excited. This matter has a lot to do with us!" Barbarossa said solemnly: "As soon as I heard Hack talk about this, I immediately contacted Klaus. Now, the entire Freeport is in a mess. This is a big event that has never happened to Freeport in so many years!"

"How old is it?" Chekov, who was looking through the ship drawings on the fat man's desk, raised his head and said in confusion: "Isn't it just a folk mecha genre that has been stolen? How big is this?"

"If you understand the status of these mecha genres in Freeport, you can know how much impact this matter has!" Barbarossa walked back and forth in the office: "No one has ever dared to attack a traditional mecha genre. This time, the Demon Eye dared to openly take action, and Tailiu dared to control the genre federation to suppress the victim Phantom Stream. This is enough to show that the situation in Mars is beginning to have problems."

"What the hell is going on?" Seeing Barbarossa's serious matter, the fat man finally recovered his consciousness: "You want to be more specific. What is Tailiu?"

"Let me say that! The mecha genre has always enjoyed supreme status in the free world." Barbarossa sat down on the sofa: "People in the free world cannot bear any traditional education. As soon as we were born, we lived in this world where the strong prey on the weak. Criminals and fugitives from all over the world poured into this safe haven. Every day, here either you hit others or others hit you. If you want to gain basic living space, besides joining a certain group of forces, the most important thing is to become a member of the mecha genre!"

"This is a world of mechas!" Barbarossa spread his hands: "Without the basic skills of mechas, it is difficult to move here. We have been taught to drive mechas since we were born. The assembly of mechas, maintenance of mechas, transport mechas, daily competitive mechas, fighting mechas, traffic mechas and even combat mecha regiments in major forces, almost all life revolves around mechas."

Everyone nodded. With the development of technology to this day, human resources are no longer competent for many tasks. Not only the free world, but also the entire human society, are composed of mechas. Mechas are like humans' strengthening shells for themselves. They can help humans complete many tasks that cannot be completed by their bodies.

"You can imagine how noble the status of the mecha school is in the free world where military weapons are strictly controlled and cannot have energy cannons." Barbarossa intertwined and tightly squeezed together: "The skills accumulated by these mecha schools over the past thousands of years are the most precious wealth of the free world. We not only rely on it in life, but also in the communication between the free world and other countries. It is the only output of the free world to the entire human society!"

"In the free world, the private mecha industry has formed a huge industrial chain." Barbarossa took a sip and continued: "Design, manufacture, repair, modification and surrounding spare parts, mecha culture, advertising, gambling and exhibition industries, and the source of all this is the mecha genre. Most mechas are developed according to the mecha technology developed by these genres, and our skills are also from the genres. Especially for pirates, mercenaries and security groups, there is a big gap between the genres who have not received mecha training and the genres who have systematically learned in the genre. This gap is combat power."

"So..." Chekov said in surprise: "Your Mecha school is almost the same as our military academy?"

"Yes!" Barbarossa said: "How many positions do you graduate from the Military Academy occupy in the army, how many generals are alumni, and how many grassroots officers are united because of this relationship. Now, there is an army that launches an attack on a Military Academy. Think about it. How much impact does this matter have! Besides, in the free world, the status of the Mecha school itself is far higher than that of the Military Academy."

"Why did the Demon Eye do this?" asked the fat man who kept silent.

"That's the point!" Barbarossa glanced at the fat man and said, "Stillman, the leader of the Demon Eye, is a member of the Tailiu land. Now, Tailiu, which ranks third in the Mars Freeport, is likely to have defected to the Siege..."

After briefly explaining the situation of Tailiu, Barbarossa continued: "A school like this will not be willing to be under the Killing River and the Breaking Mountain River. Especially in the past two or three years, before and after the war broke out, Tailiu's expansion can only be described as terror. What they carried out was to completely rebellious and perish. Anyone who stood in front of them would either be killed by them or eventually merged by them."

"The situation in the Freeport is very delicate now." Barbarossa frowned and picked up the cup in front of her, and while speaking, she put it down: "Everyone knows that with the outbreak of war, the free world will one day be reshuffled. The role of the mecha genre has been reduced a lot with the influx of embargo weapons and resources. Everyone is pursuing their own abacus. At this time, Tailiu launched, and joined forces with the Demon Eye, which was supported by Siyo. It can be imagined that behind them, there must be Siyo's complete plan. This is also the reason why the Killing Liu and Poshan Liu did not participate in the genre association and did not face Tailiu head-on!"

"And the impact on us is..." The fat man took over Barbarossa's verse: "Once Tailiu, who has a background in the West Joseon background, covers the sky with one hand in the Freeport, and the major forces in the West Joseon continue to grow, our situation will become more and more dangerous! At that time, if we want to gain a foothold in Mars, the effort will be much greater than now!"

"That's it!" Barbarossa nodded and said, "The conflict between the Red Beard Pirates and the Eye of Demons has determined from the beginning that we are not on the same boat with them. Even if we want to contact West Joseon, we must bypass them. Now, it depends on who is quick to get the lead in this earth-shaking competition in the free world. They have just taken action, and we must speed up the action. In addition to our attack on the Eye of Demons, in Freeport, we must also win over enough forces to fight against Tailiu."

"What do you mean is to borrow Phantom Stream?" Carl interjected: "But, after hearing what you said, Phantom Stream's strength is not enough to fight against Tyriu."

"From their own strength, this is indeed not a good partner." Barbarossa nodded and said, "But on the other hand, this is indeed a good opportunity. With our current strength, we cannot be on par with the top mecha genres. Phantom Rise is different. Moreover, this time their sect leader has launched a demon-level challenge to Tai Liu! This is our good opportunity."

"Devil-level challenge?" The fat man tried hard to recall the accidental mecha simulation competition at the First Military Academy in the Capital, the two mobile phones standing at the door of their simulation cabin and performing the teacher's salute, and asked Barbarossa, "What is this?"

"This is a way to resolve underground disputes in the mecha genre." Barbarossa said: "The challenge rules originated from the underground fighting arena. In all human countries, underground fighting has a wide influence and market. This is especially true in the free world, where such competitions that are explicitly banned by countries are almost public."

"The match is a victory or defeat. The death of one of the parties is the result. It is never dead. Although death is normal in underground fighting, for the mecha genre, this is already the highest-level dispute resolution method." Barbarossa stood up. He opened the computer beside Chekov, called out a document, pointed to the picture above and said: "You can see, this is the record of the devil-level fighting competitions held by Mars Freeport over the years. No loser can walk down the fighting arena alive."

Everyone gathered together. Looking at the terrible fighting scene on the computer, Barbarossa continued: "Once the challenge is proposed, no one usually refuses it. Not to mention the honor and dignity, whoever refuses to challenge will lose the qualification to continue to open a publicist in Freeport. Even if you lose, accompanying an apprentice with all your family business will be much less than the loss of being despised by refusing to challenge. After all, as long as you spend time and rely on your skills and reputation, you may make a comeback."

"So, the initiator of the Demon-level challenge is usually very sure. Be careful before the challenge is launched. After all, the selected ones are all the strongest apprentices in the genre, and the bets are huge bets. Once there is a flash, there are heavy losses. It is better to say this time..." Barbarossa sighed: "Old Smith can launch a challenge under such circumstances, which makes people admire and sigh. He was robbed by the Demon Eye and caught Tailiu off guard at the genre Federation. With the humiliation they suffered, if they really left the federation in shame, they would never be able to raise their heads in their lifetime. Old Smith made a desperate bet and finally won the last chance for Phantom Rise. Anyway, in terms of betting, he is not as big as Tailiu, and he is so desperate. Pull Tailiu into the water to a Demon-level fighting match. I am afraid that the leader of Tailiu, Kuber, is also very depressed."

"The old man is very cunning." The fat man laughed and looked at the live fighting video and asked: "If we can help Phantom Ridge defeat Tai Liu, what height can they reach in the free world?"

"Tailiu is currently ranked third in Mars!" Barbarossa said: "Although Phantom Rise is in decline, it is taking the civilian route and still has a certain influence in the free world. If you really defeat Tailiu, it will definitely be the most sensational news. There is never a shortage of people who fall into the water dog. Once Tailiu loses, the kill and the mountain will definitely attack them. By that time, Siyo would only have to find another spokesperson. However, it is not so easy to defeat Tailiu..."

"Isn't it easy?" The fat man looked at the video, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and waved to him, "Come on, let's discuss it well."

"This is immortal!" In the most luxurious fantasy nightclub box in Mars Central City, the cigar butt in Cooper's hand drew a bright red semicircle in the dim light: "At this point, I still want to take a bite."

"The old guy is now barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. He wants to play hard." Peterson, the second commander of the Demon Eyes II, who was holding the waitress who was almost naked, said flatteringly: "But, no one can be chosen. Choosing us Tailiu can be considered as his life is over!"

Cooper glanced at Peterson, frowned and said nothing.

Seeing that Cooper was not good-looking, Stillman shouted at Peterson and said, "You still have the face to say, if you hadn't focused your eyes on the transport ship and missed the passenger ship, would you have so many troubles now? Get out and go outside."

Peterson left embarrassedly. The room was silent. Outside the soundproof glass window, in the hall below, countless red men and green women were dancing under the changing lights.

"The old man probably has some cards in his hand." Cooper's face flashed in the cigar that broke out in the light and blew up: "This matter is probably not that simple!"

"I know what the old guy is going to do!" Stillman walked to Cooper with his glass of wine: "I'm afraid that at this time, the old guy has already found the Killing Liu or the Boshan Liu. He wants to make a desperate bet, use the Phantom Liu as his bet, and cooperate with the two genres."

"Will those two wolves agree to him?" Cooper sneered and squirted out a thick smoke.

Outside the window, Peterson, who was hugging the waitress, had already arrived at the hall and was greeting a group of thugs from Taeliu.

Cooper looked at Peterson and said, "It's nothing to solve the Phantom Stream this time, but you have to pull out the Red Beard Pirates, so you can't let him do this. Only by knocking out the Red Beard, you can really speak. We have more capital to talk to West. Now we are tied to a boat and we can't tolerate any negligence."

"My people have been sent out!" Stillman said: "The Red Beard Pirates have disappeared for a month. No one knows where they are now. As long as they find them, they will definitely not be able to escape."

"Siole is very good." Cooper said with a gloomy face: "I heard that they are in contact with many forces. The killer is also negotiating conditions with them. We should move quickly! The odds between you and Heiding are almost five. In addition, Old Smith and I, this time, we will make a good show and let Siole see who has the final say in the free world!"

"Remember..." Cooper took the cigar from his mouth, took the wine from Stillman's hand, and drank it all: "Whether it is the Red Beard Pirates or the Phantom Stream, you must kill it all!"
Chapter completed!