Counterfeit Hero

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sunshine showed no sign of abating. The streets of the central city of Mars are cut into small pieces of varying light and dark by the shadows cast by the tall and short buildings on both sides.

On the sidewalk, pedestrians were either walking along the crowds of people, or standing in small groups on the roadside talking loudly, or waiting anxiously at the atomic clock on the clock tower at the street corner, or wandering in front of the shop windows and looking around idly.

On the truck lane, heavy trucks loaded with supplies slowly passed by, making loud noises. On the flight path closer to the center, flying cars shuttled quickly and silently. The height light on the roof and the brake light at the rear flashed from time to time, forming two streams of forward and reverse traffic.

The entire city was shrouded in endless rumbling sounds. It was the sound of mechas and slag trucks cleaning up the ruins left by the war, and the sound of engineering mechas and giant cranes building new buildings or new space cities on the cleared land. Although this sound is harsh and noisy, it makes the world seem full of life.

The central business district of Central City is the first place in Mars to regain its prosperity.

There is so much money to be made on this planet that is in need of development. Crowds of people flocked to Mars' spaceship, bringing materials, information, funds and manpower, all gathered and flowed here. Countless large and small companies and business groups, as well as millions of employees from all walks of life, gather here to compete for every opportunity to make money.

The southern area of ​​the business district, close to the Neihe River and the SEG Convention and Exhibition Center, consists of a giant white pavilion-style main building with an opening and closing curved dome and is surrounded by hotels and office buildings. A large building complex composed of shopping malls and other podium buildings. The main building of the convention and exhibition center is 260 meters high and 1,800 meters long and wide. It is the size of six Mammoth-class giant transport ships.

This white behemoth, like a polar bear, is entrenched in this commercial area. Extremely conspicuous.

At this moment, the most eye-catching thing about the SEG Convention and Exhibition Center is the banner of the mecha arena competition in front of the main entrance of the center and the registration office set up outside the hall door.

Originally, registration for such an event should be done indoors in a cool room. However, in order to attract attention. In order to show the Mars Front's control over the planet, Cheng Zhixuan specially set up the registration office outside the hall door.

The effect of this move is obvious. Since the registration announcement, the entire parking lot of SEG Exhibition Square has been filled with flying cars from all major schools. Those who can establish a school, even if it is just a small school, are in Mars. All have a very high status. The business groups and various organizations under his command have brought them huge income. Therefore, each of their flying cars is more luxurious than the last.

When these flying cars stop here, it is an attraction in itself. When people saw the huge banners, announcements and advertisements hanging all over the streets, and then saw the famous fighters and even the sect leaders waiting in line in the winding waiting area. Their interest was simply raised to its peak.

With more and more genres signing up, as various rumors and news are flying all over the sky, as the start date of the Mecha Arena is approaching and spectator tickets are hard to come by, the Genre Mecha Arena has become more popular. It has become the hottest topic among Mars people. The whole planet. They were all ignited by this competition involving countless interests.

Tailiu Di Nakagawa Dahui. Kilbourne, who is a killer, is a God of War figure who has been famous for a long time. And sign up for other genres. It’s also the best of the best. There are more than 900 mecha knights, and more than 100 mecha commanders. There are not many disciples of small sects who stand out, and many sect leaders simply go into battle in person.

There are also many disciples of relatively strong schools who have also returned from mercenary or pirate groups, just to be qualified to participate in this competition.

You know, the conditions offered by Feimeng are too generous.

The pilots have no control over whether they can participate in the ruling alliance. That is a matter for the clan masters. They only know that once they achieve better results in the competition, they will not only receive generous bonuses, but may also directly become citizens of the Feiyang Republic. , skipping military selection and military merit accumulation, and directly becoming a Fiji officer.

If it were normal, this would simply be impossible. Not to mention that these mechas didn't care much about such treatment. Even if they were willing, they were not the ones Fei Yang was willing to recruit before mecha combat entered the era of close combat. But now, the mecha's close combat is gradually showing its power. The sect's control over mechas is also gradually weakening. After experiencing the genre war, the warriors are even more eager to find a way to prosper in this troubled world. The two sides hit it off immediately.

However, for the people of Mars, while they were focusing on the registered schools and mechas that had appeared, they were also speculating on another issue.

Will the Faction Mutual Aid Alliance and the Puro Bandit Army join in?

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Feiyang people are here to pick peaches. However, the fat man from Leray was more decisive and directly transported all the personnel and materials away, leaving the Feiyang people to sigh with joy!

The Freeport of Mars fell into the hands of the Feiyang people. An announcement was made to recruit heroes from all over the world. Afraid of the pressure from the Mars front, ordinary sects must follow the instructions of the Feiyang if they want to survive, continue to open schools and teach disciples, and want to run their industries and maintain their groups.

They all appeared, but after all, they were just schools that were crippled in the school war, such as Tailiu and Jueshaliu, and some second-rate, third-rate or even inferior small schools!

Ninety-five percent of the truly top factions are in the faction mutual aid alliance and the bandit army!

Ranked among the top ten are Poshan-ryu, Myshin-ryu, Black Dragon Path, Heavy Rain Path, Flower-shaped Gate, Thousand Army Path, Killing Armor Gate... these were all once famous in Mars. The school has deep roots, superb techniques, countless masters, and unfathomable strength.

In the past, any core disciple of these sects would be number one in the world. In addition to looking up, ordinary people still look up. Children in the free world of Mars have been practicing hard since childhood. Just to become one of these famous families one day. If you can be chosen and become a core disciple, it will be a great joy for your ancestors to accumulate virtue and bring glory to your family!

However, these schools. Along with most of the first-rate schools and many second-rate schools such as Phantom Flow, Fatty Nalelei caught them all in one fell swoop. Even Tailiu, led by their third elder, fourth elder and God of War Wei Jianshan, split off some of the bosses and went out with the fat man? .

The ones left in Mars were either originally hostile to the bandits or wanted to defect. Haven't had time yet or haven't found the opportunity yet.

Although there are many masters in these factions, if we count the total number of mecha commanders and above, their total number is only one-third of the faction mutual aid alliance! Missing are the well-known factions in the faction mutual aid alliance, and those well-known mechas. No matter how you look at this mecha arena competition, it seems a little lackluster.

Behind the desk at the registration office, Odell, the clerk in charge of registration, raised his wrist to look at the time, then turned to look at the two companions beside him.

The two companions had been basking in the sun for several hours, and their eyes were drooping and their mouths were crooked, and they were drowsy. Time on watch. It was already past 5:30 pm. There were quite a few people outside the convention and exhibition center hall, but there was no one waiting in line to sign up. This is already the last day for registration, and registration will close in half an hour.

but. Those guys in the distance. He is still energetic and is chatting in a group. I take a look here from time to time.

Odell is a true Mars man and has just joined the newly formed armored division of the Mars Front. He knows it very well. Among the crowd of onlookers, there were ordinary people watching the excitement, as well as people sent by various major schools. They stood there just to see if the Mutual Aid Alliance of Factions would sign up.

Odell took a sip of water and pointed the mobile air conditioner attached to the table at himself.

He disliked Colonel Chuckner named Cheng Zhixuan. He couldn't tell exactly what was annoying about that guy. Anyway, he just felt that Cheng Zhixuan didn't look like a straightforward person. He was gloomy all day long and used chicken feathers as arrows, which was disgusting.

He spit out the tea leaves in his mouth, imagining that the spit was spitting on the face of the Chakna man named Cheng Zhixuan, and he suddenly felt much better.

Cheng Zhixuan ordered him to stay outside to accept registration. After being exposed to the sun for seven days, he was already filled with resentment. If he wasn't afraid of being sent to a military court, he would have wanted to be like that fat man Le Lei, pressing Cheng Zhixuan to the ground and beating him up.

The air-conditioning vent made a whining sound. Spitting the tea leaves, Odell couldn't help but think of the fat man who had been talked about countless times by his companions.

I heard that at noon today, at the Brown Street Exchange, Feiyang soldiers broke in and arrested a trader named Klaus, and forcibly closed the trading market.

This matter has already spread a lot in Mars.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't happen, but once it happens, overwhelming gossip and insider information will spread out.

It is said that the old man named Klaus is actually the agent of the bandits! He was caught and the trading market was closed. It was obvious that the Feiyang people wanted to attack the bandits. When they come to pick peaches, they naturally pick the big ones. In any case, they will not let the bandits escape from their control. Since Fatty Le Lei denied that the bandits belonged to him, then they could confidently start their attack!

However, this is ultimately a deception.

As a Lelei man, I have finally managed to accumulate this army and conquer this world. I don't want you Feiyang to take advantage of me. It's understandable. You Feiyang took the initiative of Mars as soon as you arrived, and you still didn't let go of the few troops they had. It's really unreasonable. However, this also proves Feiyang's strength and means from another aspect. Otherwise, how could it be possible for these cunning and cunning factions to come to sign up for the competition one by one in such a short period of time.

I don’t know how Fatty LeRay, who beat up Salmon as soon as Mars returned and even beat eleven special forces soldiers to the hospital in the base, would handle this matter. According to the usual style of the bandit army, it is impossible to come back without revenge!

Time passed by, and O'Dell was just about to pick up the water glass and refill it when he suddenly noticed a commotion on the street in the distance. The crowd outside the gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center separated to both sides like waves, and the crowd inside the center. They also rushed to both sides of the open space in front of the hall, standing on tiptoes and looking at the door.

A moment later, a group of ten identical black Redington luxury flying cars slowly drove into the convention and exhibition center.

This kind of flying car. Although luxurious, it is not unusual in Mars. Even if ten vehicles form a convoy at the same time, it is not worth the fuss from others.

O'Dell was wondering when suddenly he saw the sign on the car.

Above the logo is a swooping eagle with spread wings, right in the center. It is the word "bandit" and two crossed scimitars, and at the bottom is a skull. The entire composition is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, rounded at the top and pointed at the bottom, like an ancient shield.

Bandit army!

Amid the uncontrollable noise of the surprised crowd, the convoy stopped, and the doors of the six flying cars at the front opened. Six young people walked out with relaxed expressions. As soon as they saw these people, the whole crowd was suddenly detonated.

They are not gods of war, nor are they the masters of those factions in the faction mutual aid alliance. However, they are the idols of all young people on this planet.

Wetherill and Barz of Tyrius.

Ming Xin Liu Di Long Tai.

Mountbatten and infantry on the Black Dragon Road

Cosmo of Phantom Flow.

Among them, the highest level one is Wetherill, the commander of level three mechas. When I was at the Tailiupuo branch. Among the disciples, he ranks third, behind Monroe and the older Nakagawa Yui. The actual strength is stronger than Nakagawa Yui, only inferior to Monroe.

Next is Cozmo. The young master of the phantom stream. He is a genius who has encountered the phantom stream for decades. Ability to advance to the first level of mecha knight without the core skills of phantom flow. It is enough to illustrate his strength.

Baz, Longtai, Infantry and Mountbatten are all second-level mecha knights. on this planet. There are many mecha knights, but there are too few who can become one before the age of eighteen. Most mechas with outstanding qualifications are over twenty-three years old when they are promoted to Mecha Knights. Many pilots with ordinary qualifications are even in their forties or fifties. This is the gap.

These people are the rising stars who are most likely to become a new generation of war gods before they are forty years old. Therefore, although their level is not high, they enjoy a high reputation in Mars. After all, their level is not high, and they are only compared with the mechas of these top schools. In the eyes of ordinary people, becoming a mecha warrior is a great thing, let alone becoming a mecha knight at the age of eighteen, which is still level two. Among the 500 million people on this planet, there are only two thousand who can become mecha knights. .

One in 200,000, definitely the elite among the elite.

After Wetherill and others got out of the car, the people in the four cars behind them also walked out of the car.

This time, the whole place was silent.

Xintai-ryu's second-level war god Wei Jianshan, Meishin-ryu's third-level war god Hargrove, Qianjundo's third-level mecha war god Wagstaff, and Poshanliu's second-level mecha war god Monson.

The appearance of these four people made everyone feel dizzy.

These figures standing at the top of the fighter pyramid are usually hard to find, but at this moment, they all appeared at the same time.

This is the bandit army! Together with the two third-level war gods, Sade, the leader of Akishin-ryu, and Bridgman, the leader of Qian Jun Dao, the bandits account for six of the top ten mecha war gods in Mars Freeport!

If these four come on stage, I'm afraid, there won't be much trouble with other schools. Who can defeat them except Daiki Nakagawa of the Lao Tai style and Kilburn of the Ultimate style?

The crowd started to commotion as Wetherill, Wei Jianshan and others walked towards the registration office.

Odell licked his dry lips and quickly picked up the cup to drink water to moisten his throat, but found that his water cup was empty. He pushed the two companions beside him who were in a daze, looked at Wei Jianshan who was walking in front of him and said, "Mr. Wei... you... do you want to sign up for the competition?"

"No, we came with them." Wei Jianshan smiled and shook his head, pointing at Wetherill and the others.

"Oh." O'Dell hurriedly operated the registration program on the touch screen on the desktop while asking Wetherill and others: "Everyone, please confirm your identity here. Four people are allowed to register for one genre."

"Oh?!" Wetherill turned his head and said to Cozmo and others: "It's true that only four people are allowed to sign up. What should I do?"

O'Dell was startled and then asked: "Are there many more of you?"

"There are six of us, so there seem to be two more." Baz, who was standing in front of Odell and looking at the registration form, shrugged.

"But..." O'Dell said: "You are from different schools!"

"Who said that?" Baz rolled his eyes at Odell, then turned to the others and said, "Still the same old rules?"

Everyone nodded.

"Scissors...rock...paper!"

"Scissors...rock...paper!"

"Wait...Mountbatten, you are cheating! It doesn't count."

"Okay, try again, scissors..."

Several idols sent pilots to decide who would participate in the competition by guessing in front of everyone. This left everyone stunned. You know, other schools have already fought hard to compete for qualifications. They are not from the same school. Is this necessary? Even a cold-faced person like Wetherill could be happy? !

Soon, the winner and loser were decided.

Of the six, Wetherill and Mountbatten lost.

To everyone's surprise, they played guessing games, the loser was elated, and the winner had a pale face.

Seeing Baz turn his head, O'Dell gave him a questioning look.

"Xintai style? Black dragon way? Phantom style?"

Baz gritted his teeth and said, "Huahuamen!" Should he shoot out the monthly tickets first? Please support me! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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