The Legendary Mechanic

After meeting Harrison, Han Xiao left the prison, ran back to the R&D Institute and found a super A-level mechanic here.

“Are you going out in the field? ”

Upon hearing this news, super A-class mechanics such as Minnesota had some accidents. I don't understand why Blackstar didn't do the research and development work at its good end and ran out to do that kind of hard work.

“What was your attitude? I responded to the call of the three civilizations to lead by example, lead the way, and be responsible from head to toe.” Han Xiaoyi's words.

“Then you can go. What do you want from us?” Minnesota was lazy enough to take a look up and down at Han Xiao and guess what Black Star was going to do.

Black Star is a guy who never sees a rabbit without an eagle, and if it doesn't do him any good, he definitely won't execute the field. He felt that Black Star was more than just looking for the core of the virus. He thought he wanted to be persuaded to infiltrate the great forces of the Ancient Apocalypse.

To be honest, Manison had the same idea at first, but gave up that intention after repeated consideration.

Where do the three civilizations now allow super A class opportunity to grow the power, their actions are 80% wedding clothes for others, so always dishonest Mexican countries, now they are divided into three sets of R&D drugs, don't want to do things... besides, new technology is much more attractive to him than expanding the power.

At this time, Han Xiao smiled and twisted each other with two fingers, straightforward and strong:

“You don't have to fight anyway, so sponsor me and lend me some mechanical troops. ”

Everyone is silent.

Lend the soldiers to you, don't you think you can get them back?

Are you borrowing it? You're our soldier, you bitch!

“… how much do you want? ”

“Hey, I'm not demanding, mainly this is a moment for the three civilizations to see your sense of justice, just look at it, don't exceed 50 million each, too much I'm sorry.” Han Xiao waved modestly.

Me, 50 million mechanical troops, you think he's eating shit?

Would you still be embarrassed? What a shame!

Everyone darkly defamed, but did not refuse Han Xiao's request, the three allies of civilization and several neutral super A-class mechanics borrowed a portion of ordinary mechanical fighters, which together totaled about eight million.

Of these, Old Machete was the most generous. Waving borrowed two and a half million mechanical troops, which to him was only nine bulls and a dime.

The most stingy was Franco, who had given 5,000 troops, and was reluctant to twist and squeeze, giving more to Jack Gonitz, who was not a mechanical warrior.

Super A-level mechanic has a huge family business. A little mechanical fighter is nothing. If you can't get it back, you simply become a lost fighter. In contrast, the face of the Black Star is still to be given, and it is a gesture to the three civilizations that we are lazy but strongly supportive of field operations.

Han Xiao was satisfied with putting away the “sponsored” strength of the crowd. Although the soldier was also nothing to him, he just liked to see these super A-grade teeth bite and nothing can be done.

Coming to Starport Pier, Han Sheodeng arranged a master ship for him to take over command from the captain, who now temporarily commands three Imperial fleets.

Later, the warden arrived in a hurry with Harrison's entourage.

“My Lord Black Star, when the formalities are complete, these men are at your disposal. ”

The warden spoke respectfully.

“Okay.” Han Xiao nodded and looked at the delightful Harrison et al., "You're not free men yet. Now start following me. If you mess around, I'll throw you back in jail. Understand? ”

“Understood!”

Harrison hasn't spoken yet, and the teammates around him can't wait to shout out, afraid to answer slowly and lose their only chance.

Han Xiao nodded and ordered the departure after sending the warden away.

The three fleets slowly ascended, exiting the three civilized disaster commands and entering the depths of the stars.

At this point, the captain asked:

“Lord Black Star, where are we going now? ”

“What do you do?” Han Xiao asked back.

“We generally patrol the deserted cosmic belt, or go check out some planets that have identified signs of infection…”

Nowadays, ancient Apostolic civilizations at all levels set levels in stargate stations, jurisdictional borders and traffic hub planets, etc., and the ships coming and going are subject to inspection, while those unknown spacecraft that avoid stargate stations and move freely in the wilderness of the universe, as long as they have access to the public links of the star domains, the three civilizations can trace IP addresses, locate them, send people to stop and inspect them, which is the original intent of the constant network within the star domains, and most of the field fleets are carrying out such tasks.

The biggest problem, therefore, is that those spacecraft that block public links and enter hidden mode can only monitor buoys through dense spaces in the star domain to detect their whereabouts as much as possible.

“Let me think...”

Understanding the situation, Han Xiao pretended to be sincere, but actually opened the players forum to take a look.

The outbreak of intelligent pestilence has drawn the attention of players to the Ancient Apocalypse, and now the discussion of the Ancient Apocalypse in all the major segments is a hot topic.

Because the vast majority of players shine in the world, after the intelligent plague, the ancient star desert immediately blocked, causing outside players to be unable to intervene, only to vent strong curiosity with discussion.

Han Xiao opened the sticky post and the player's discussion jumped into the curtain.

[Butt-drum pack tights: I told you, there was more than one main line event in the first two versions, and the same is true for 4.0. Smart Plague is the second version of the main line.

[Seeking formula: But we can't participate in this main line, we can't even get into the ancient desert, can we just watch?

[Three faggots below the moon: Didn't you see the new issue of Starfish Times, the show made a reasonable guess, they said that this version of the main line could not be seen again, there was an absolute opportunity for us to participate, so there was a high probability of virus leakage, only so that we other people would have the opportunity to intervene.

[Four-Eye Reasoning Emperor: That's right, and there are a lot of tasks on the black market right now, hiring people to try to sneak into the Ancient Apocalypse, and we players can do the same. Judging by our influence on the mainline in the first two versions, this intelligent plague event may be driven by us, so long as someone successfully leaks the virus, it can sweep the universe!

[Undead without underwear: We let disaster spread across the universe? It's the fourth natural disaster.

[Sun Knight: This is too little brother. Isn't it better to stop disaster? Don't you have to be afraid that the world won't change? Don't you have a conscience?

[Shi Zhenxiang: That is, did you teach the Legion Leader, how can we drag back our legs and make the Star Sea Spirit charcoal.

In the post, the players split into several factions, discussing scolding and excitement.

Players didn't know that "Smart Plague” was just a background story from a previous life, thought it was one of the main lines of version 4.0, and now most people are blinking the world and unable to enter the Ancient Apocalypse, so many are anxious to be unable to participate in the main drama.

Some of them believe that the main line will not be an episode, so it is inferred that the intelligent plague event does not need to be pushed and leaks itself.

Others feel that this mainline needs to be fought for, actively leaking the virus and spreading the disaster, so that we can get a cosmic grand mainline plot.

There are a number of players across the universe who support the promotion of disasters, some to participate in the mainline, some to earn rewards, and others simply for fun, trying to make a big story out of it, purely wanting to watch the world burn, only to see the world unravel.

‘It's the cancer of the universe...' Han Xiao shook his head.

As chaos players grow stronger, their negative impact on the cosmic environment will become increasingly apparent.

However, he was also somewhat pleased that, if players of previous generations encountered an intelligent plague, it was estimated that half of them would support the push for disaster, and now that the Black Star Legion was guiding, more people were thinking from the perspective of the big picture, opposed to disaster, and there were obviously fewer players in the unruly chaotic evil camp than in previous generations.

‘My camp mentoring program is still working. ’

Han Xiao was pleased.

He swept through the other posts in the forum and suddenly his eyes locked, clicking on an Ancient Star Apocalypse Player Benefit! 5 Million Employment Assignments ".

The owner was proud to share a screenshot of a mission to smuggle the Virtual Rebellion virus out of the Ancient Desert for a reward of 5 million Inar, which is huge enough for players to buy a dozen small and medium-sized warships.

Many of the replies below envy the opportunity for players who have stayed in the Ancient Apocalypse to make a fortune.

Han Xiao glanced at the ID of the post, called "The Prince of Melancholy," and couldn't help but squint.

Five million dollars, and a deposit, it always seemed odd... it seemed to refer to the designation of a player, and the employer behind the scenes should have summed up some features about the player.

‘Humph, the player who stayed in the Ancient Apocalypse couldn't hold it down, he had to use thunderous means to instantly support the distortion of disaster. ’

Han Xiaoxin made the decision to kill an example of a chicken monkey. This high-profile, employment-promoting prince of melancholy is undoubtedly an excellent goal.

Only by using thunder against him and letting other players see what happens can a lot of people throw rat taboos, correct the wind, and reduce the number of people who dare to do things.

At the same time, you can look up the anonymous employer of the Prince of Melancholy. After all, he did not kill without trading. Mercenaries only acted according to their orders, and the employer could only deter Xiao Xiao by finding out other intentions.

Although the Prince of Melancholy did not disclose his coordinates, since the other party was a mercenary, there must have been a record of his movements in the stars, and by locking in the records of the most recent time, it was possible to determine the approximate scope of the search, which was only a show of hands for a peak super A-level virtual mechanic.

Ancient Apocalypse information is blocked, but the player forum is unaffected. With this additional intelligence network, Han Xiao can obtain information that no one else can know.

‘By the way, look for the Black Market Administrators of the Ancient Apocalypse, all of which are posted through the Black Market, and control this channel so you can monitor the movement of those disturbed forces and cut off a single channel of employment. ’

Han Xiao's eyes flashed.

If the black market managers of the ancient star desert do not cooperate, they have the "Sangfang sword” in their hands, they do not need soft hands, even the three civilizations are happy to be temporarily in control of the black market channels to reduce the variables of disaster.

With that in mind, Han Xiao had a clear operational goal and turned to the captain.

“Split up and the main team follows me. Let's go get some little bastards. ”

……

Somewhere in the ancient desert universe, an interstellar fortress was suspended in outer space on a deserted planet, a spacecraft patrolled beside it, and the outer armor had the same crest, like a roaring wolf's head.

This symbol represents a star organization called the Kpell Consortium, which is clearly a genuine consortium, and is implicitly a black market arms dealer in the Ancient Apocalypse who runs the grey business of arms resale.

The organization is a family-run operation, led by members of the Kpell family, and the current leader of the organization is Kpell V, a man of some veterinary lineage with a head resembling a werewolf.

At this very moment, in the office of the chief of the Kpell Foundation Fortress, Kpell V met a competent cadre who had just returned.

“I put you in charge of spreading anonymous employment on the black market. Is the mission complete?” Kpell V asked in silence.

“Done, many black market mercenaries have been tasked with smuggling virtual rebel viruses out in secret. ”

“Good, the Virtual Rebellion Virus is a powerful weapon, there must be a market in the future, we need to master it! ”

As a black market arms dealer, the Kpell Consortium has no reason to let go of the powerful war-grade weapon of the Virtual Rebellion Virus, no other factor, just purely commercial considerations.

“Boss, one more thing, I specifically hired a group of indestructible mercenaries, and I think they're more likely to accomplish their mission. ”

“Well done! The indestructible see money and are naturally fit to be mercenaries. They prefer not to die if they give enough money. And they have an unknown way of exchanging information within their communities, free from quantum network interference, leveraging their abilities, which can improve the success of our program, and they can replicate the virus indefinitely just by shipping one out! ”

Kpell V was very satisfied with the results of his work.

Major forces have studied the characteristics of the players and more or less summarized some patterns, including the Kpell Consortium, which has mastered some simple ways of using the players.

At present, the ancient star desert blockade, the gray forces of all roads will be thoroughly examined by senior civilizations, and the Kpell Consortium decided to transfer assets to the outside world and destroy evidence of gray operations, so it is eager to move arms, including the Virtual Rebellion Virus, out of the stars.

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(A new month begins, and the month begins weakly (; '༎ ຶ ༎ ຶ`)

(By the way, py recommended a book, "The Elderly Giant," sitting in shock in dying sickness, Old Hanabi as a giant star, Sand Sculpture Entertainment Wen, going on the shelf tomorrow, interested brother catching wide for a look)