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It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun showed no sign of restraining. The streets of the central city of Mars were cut into small pieces with different shades by the shadows cast by the tall and short buildings on both sides.
On the sidewalk, pedestrians either bury their heads and rush along with the crowds, or stand on the side of the road and talk loudly, or watch the atomic clock on the clock tower at the street corner and wait anxiously, or wander around in front of the shop windows and look around idly.
On the truck-only lane, heavy-duty 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 lights on the roof and the brake lights on the rear flashed from time to time, forming two rolling traffic streams, front and back.
The whole city was enveloped by the endless rumble. That is the sound of mechs and slag trucks cleaning up the ruins left by the war, and it is also the sound of engineering mechs and giant cranes building new buildings or new space cities on the cleared land. Although this voice is harsh and noisy, it makes this world seem alive.
The central business district of the central city is the first place where the entire Mars regains its prosperity.
There is too much money to be made on this planet that is waiting to be built. Crowds poured into Mars' spaceship, and the materials, information, funds, and manpower they brought were gathered and flowed here. Countless large and small enterprises and business associations, and millions of practitioners from all walks of life gather here, striving for all opportunities to make money.
The southern part of the business district, close to the inner river and the SEG Convention and Exhibition Center, is a large white pavilion-like main building with an open and close curved dome and surrounding podium buildings including hotels, office buildings, shopping malls and other large buildings. The main building of the convention and exhibition center is 260 meters high, 1,800 meters long and 1,800 meters wide, which is the volume of six giant mammoth-class transport ships.
This huge white monster, like a polar bear, is entrenched in this commercial area and is particularly conspicuous.
But at this moment, the most conspicuous thing in the SEG Convention and Exhibition Center is the banner of the Genre Mech Challenge Competition in front of the main entrance of the center and the registration office set up outside the hall.
Originally, registration for such an event should be done in a cool room. However, in order to attract attention and demonstrate the Mars Front Army's control over the planet, Cheng Zhixuan specially set up the registration office outside the hall.
The effect of this trick is obvious. From the registration announcement, the parking lot of the entire SEG Convention and Exhibition Plaza was full of flying cars from various genres. Those who can establish a school, even if it is only a small school, have a very high status in Mars. The business groups and various organizations under his command have brought them a lot of income. Therefore, their flying cars are more luxurious than each other.
Once these flying cars stop here, it is an attraction in itself. When people saw the huge banners, the announcements hanging all over the street, and saw those famous fighters, and even the masters of the school, waiting in line in the winding waiting area, their interest was almost raised to the peak .
With more and more genres registering, with various rumors flying all over the sky, as the start date of the mecha arena is approaching and tickets are hard to find, the mecha arena of genres has become a popular topic among Mars. most popular topics. The entire planet was ignited by this game involving countless conflicts of interest.
Nakagawa Daiki of the Thai style and Kilburn of the lore style are both long-established God of War figures. And the other genres that signed up are also the best. There are more than 900 mecha knights, and more than 100 mecha commanders. There are not many outstanding disciples of minor schools, and many suzerains simply go to battle in person.
There are also many disciples with relatively strong schools who have also returned from the mercenary or pirate regiment, just to qualify for this competition.
You know, the conditions offered by Fimeng are really generous.
Whether they can participate in the ruling alliance is irrelevant to the pilots, that is the business of the suzerains. They only know that once they get a better result in the competition, they will not only get a generous bonus, but may also directly become a citizen of the Feyan Republic , Skip military selection and accumulation of military merits, and directly become a Fidelity League officer.
As usual, this is simply impossible. Not to mention that these fighters don't care much about such treatment, even if they are willing, they are not the ones Fei Yang is willing to recruit before mecha combat enters the era of close combat. But now, the mecha's melee combat is gradually showing its power. The genre's control over the fighters is also gradually weakening. After experiencing the genre war, the mechas are eager to find a way to flourish in this troubled world. The two hit it off.
However, for the people of Mars, they are focusing on the genres and fighters that have already appeared.Picking up the cup, I wanted to drink water to moisten my throat, but found that my water cup was already empty. He pushed the two dazed companions beside him, stammered and looked at Wei Jianshan who was walking in front of him, and said, "Mr. Weiyoudo you want to sign up for the competition?"
"No, we are here with them." Wei Jianshan smiled and shook his head, pointing at Wetherill and the others.
"Oh." Odell frantically operated the registration program on the desktop touch screen, and asked Wetherill and others: "Then everyone, please confirm the identity genre here. One genre allows four people to sign up."
"Oh?!" Wetherill turned his head and said to Cosmo and the others: "Really only four people are allowed to sign up, what should I do?"
Odell was taken aback, and then asked: "Are there many of you?"
"There are six of us, there seem to be two more." Standing in front of Odell, Buzz, who was looking at the registration form, shrugged.
"But" Odell said, "You guys are from different schools!"
"Who said that?" Buzz gave Odell a blank look, then turned to the others and said, "Still the old rules?"
Everyone nodded.
"Scissorsrockpaper!"
"Scissorsrockcloth!"
"Wait Mountbatten, you are cheating! It doesn't count."
"Okay, do it again, Scissors"
Several idol fighters, in front of everyone, decided who would participate in the competition by guessing fists. This left everyone dumbfounded. You know, other genres have already beaten their heads and blood in order to compete for the qualifications. They are not of the same genre, is there any need for this? Even a cold-faced person like Wetherill guessed happily? !
Soon, the winners and losers were decided.
Of the six, Wetherill and Mountbatten lost.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, they guessed the game, the loser was elated, and the winner looked ashen.
Seeing Buzz turned his head, Odell gave him a questioning look.
"Xintai flow? Black Dragon Road? Phantom flow?"
Buzz gritted his teeth fiercely: "Flower Picking Gate!"
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