Counterfeit Hero

In the de-176 galaxy, there are a total of three jumping points..." In the base command room, pointing to the interstellar map, he said to Fatty and Chekov: "Except for the two connecting channels, the de- and the bu when you came. Outside the edge channel, \u003e=.

The fat man looked intently at the place where Barbarossa's finger was on the star map. The galaxies connected to the three jumping points mentioned by the pirate leader have been marked in red. It looks like a few drops of red ink on a white silk screen, rendering a large area.

"The Mars Commercial Channel is a Class B channel. One of the most important channels. It is centered on the Mars Freeport and is connected to the Odin Commercial Channel in the Eastern Star Territory. It passes between the Sus Empire and the Chakna Empire. The main channel 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 channels have been closed by Western York or the Feminist Alliance. The same is true for other low-level commercial channels. 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 passages. Routes of various levels are like rivers, criss-crossing. Most of the channels are connected to each other, and there are also many edge channels that extend to the end, which is a barren galaxy with only one jumping point.

The only difference between interstellar passages and roads is the road network. There are rural town connections. And the interstellar channel. Often millions of light years and dozens of jumps will not see a single immigrant planet.

The fat man was dazzled by 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 Mars ruling alliance 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 . They all poured in, and it feels much more prosperous than before. However, due to the closure of the waterway recently, the inflow and outflow of goods is not smooth. Coupled with the war, the situation has become much more chaotic."

"Well..." The fat man touched his livid chin that had just been shaved, feeling a little amused by Barbarossa's words. A pirate leader. If a place like the Free Port, which has never been normal, is in chaos, I really don’t know what kind of chaos it has become.

Freeport, due to its specific environment, has a very special social form.

The police there are not so much policemen. Rather it is a service organization. They usually just help maintain order and shock civilians with no background. Occasionally, I also help find cats and dogs and catch thieves. Don't care about anything else.

This is true not only of the police, but of 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 defeats the original group, it will be a general election.

The underground forces are the real forces. On the surface, the so-called government is nothing more than the emperor's new clothes. Not even a fig leaf. It is only allowed to exist because of the need to manage civilian land.

It would not be surprising if there were rumors that the chief executive of a certain free port was the underling of a gangster brother. That can only mean that this gangster brother won the bid for power.

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

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 receive part of the Free Port's tax revenue to offset his investment. The most important return is that within four years of his term, he will 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 governing power of Freeport is also called the right to preserve life. Many wealthy people facing desperate situations spend hundreds of billions of dollars just to obtain this right in order to survive.

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 perfectly normal for a free port. These departments are controlled by underground forces, each of which 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 cover 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 have enough wisdom, 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.

Fei has 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 our hands 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 far from enough. What he needs now is stronger power and more money. If you don't have enough strength, you won't be able to make waves in a place where the jungle prevails.

"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 sent back by the eyes sent out recently, it seems that there are no oily targets. On the main channel. Suss 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 Sussian Empire, even merchant ships carrying the most ordinary cargo cannot enter the sights of the Sussian fleet. Not to mention those free merchant ships carrying strictly controlled cargo such as energy, machinery and electronic equipment. .

There are also smuggling boats that risk crossing the blockade, however. These are basically ships belonging to the Fei League. Shipping destination. There are also merchant ships like Lelei and Gacharin from the Fiji League countries that are blockaded. Naturally, it is not within the scope of Fatty's robbery.

The fat man pouted, blew out a smoke ring, and then hurriedly blew out a stream of smoke. Watching Zhi Yan penetrate into the smoke ring, he laughed twice with a sense of accomplishment: "Just say what you have to say. Don't hesitate - don't the Red Beard Pirates have any enemies?"

Barbarossa looked at the fat man and his expression changed. to be honest. He now feels a deep fear of fat people. Now, the powerful veil in the pirate's eyes has been ripped away by Fatty. The moment he revealed the pirate treasure, Barbarossa knew that the fat man had won. He will never be able to become the pirate leader who shocked the crowd with his unshakable 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 person is born with the ability to control people's hearts! He beats one person just to control the psychology of others! No one understands human nature better than he does. In peaceful times, 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! It is undoubtedly dangerous to follow such a person, but it must also be exciting!

After a long silence, Barbarossa finally nodded and said: "To be honest, I wanted to suggest starting with a few groups of pirates around here from the beginning, but I don't want you to think that I am killing someone with a borrowed knife."

"What's wrong with killing someone with a borrowed knife?" The fat man patted Barbarossa on the shoulder in surprise, and sighed: "You are just too kind and too honest - we are *** pirates, hurry up and get rid of all your previous tricks. Throw it away, what’s the point of justice?”

"Poof!" Barbarossa's face turned red as Chekov spat out the tea he had just drank and kept coughing. This is the first time that the red-bearded pirate who has traversed the Golden Triangle Star Territory and killed many people for nearly twenty years has been scolded for being kind and honest.

"Besides..." The fat man waved his hand: "Our colleagues are enemies, and 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 didn't stop him from opening his mouth to slander people.

"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 as strong as ours. They are evenly matched. We have fought dozens of times in the past, with both sides winning and losing. We are considered mortal enemies, and we have a feud 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, [Devil's Eye] is closest to us. Although no one knows where the other party's base is, judging from the area of ​​activity, we and they have a large part. It overlaps. Several robberies have collided with each other. If we don’t pull out this nail, we can’t attack other pirate groups.”

"Fighting a tough battle after opening?" The fat man was a little depressed. This didn't seem to be in line with his insistence.

Principle: "Tell me first, and explain their situation more carefully!

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The de-galaxy, which is only four hops away from the de-176 public galaxy where the Red Beard Pirate Group is located, is a huge sea star galaxy. In the galaxy, the Asian constellation, de-system, has concentrated six jumping points. here. It is also the location of the main base of the [Devil's Eye] pirate group.

now. Commander Stillman. He 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 out and took the whiskey on the table. He poured it for Stillman, frowned and said: "Some time ago, their main force robbed a merchant group transporting ore in the Pyramid Constellation. After the success, they suddenly disappeared. I don't know if something happened. thing?"

"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. However, it has not been taken yet." Peterson put the empty wine bottle aside. He stood up and took another bottle of strong brand whiskey from the wine cabinet, habitually pulling off the label. While pouring yourself a drink. While saying: "That's a lot of money."

"How much is the ore worth?" Stillman scoffed. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth. He sneered: "Waiting to get on the line with Suss, this star field. And their red beard identities?! This time we paid the price of two armed merchant ships and four torpedo boats. In the blink of an eye, we can allocate a military equipment Cruiser. This is the business that makes money."

"The most important thing is..." Stillman looked at Peterson proudly: "We have the support of Xijue. 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 those Binart people will end? Damn it. Are they going to lock down the flight? Then ours How long will it take for the ship to arrive?"

"Impatient people will never understand the beauty of waiting..." Stillman smiled slightly. He 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 about these days? When we get the ship, humph, I will let Hayreddin understand that here , not the Golden Triangle Star Territory!"

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Ulyanov stood upright on the bridge like a javelin.

In front of this smug Admiral of the Sousse Empire was a huge battleship porthole. Outside the window, the stars shine. The star on the left front of the ship shines brightly. Nine [Typhoon]-class battleships and two [Admiral Yankovitch]-class space aircraft carriers, surrounded by dozens of [Kestantine]-class cruisers and hundreds of destroyers, cut through the sky. .

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

"I like this moment..." Ulyanov looked at the scenery outside the window intoxicated: "The cold metal battleships are always full of refreshing beauty when they embark on a journey in the universe. I doubt that, There is nothing we cannot conquer in front of this majestic fleet!"

"Fifty years of being trapped in the east corner." Gershkov, the half-bald and short-statured deputy commander of the Second Mixed Fleet of the Southeastern Front of the Soviet Empire, stood quietly half a step behind Ulyanov. His voice was like murmuring in a dream: "The empire's ambitions have already been boiling. The victory of Lesk has finally opened the way for us to go south. The situation is changing, and now, all eyes are focused on us."

Ulyanov's eyes became extremely sharp at the sound of his partner's voice. His gaze seemed to cut through the starry curtain of the universe, reaching a country ten hops away that was already extremely panicked.

"Order the fleet to advance at full speed!" Ulyanov turned around suddenly, looked sharply at the rows of officers standing behind him in the main control room, and said loudly: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane. The empire's resources have already been Exhausted. In order to build our imperial force, the royal family has tried its best. Now, it is time for us to use our blood and cannons to repay the empire! Telegraph the first mixed fleet that the second fleet will arrive at the assembly point on time in seven days! "

"Empire!" Gershkov shouted, standing upright and raising his head.

"Forward!" The standing officers, like gunpowder being ignited, suddenly burst into a hoarse and wild roar.

Outside the window, the stars recede and their light fades. The cold steel battleship moved forward silently. .