On April 1st, Year 782 of the Galaxy Calendar, the three Universal Civilizations jointly issued a sanctions order to the Beyond Grade A Association. On April 3rd, the Beyond Grade A Association responded, and the two sides officially ended their conflict. The organizations of the various Star Fields acted on their own under the influence of the sanctions order. It was not until April 26th that a clear pattern was formed.
Ever since the Immortals returned on March 10th, in just a month and a half, the situation in the galactic society changed in an instant. Most of the civilizations, financial groups, and other order organizations in the galactic society responded to the sanctions order. The Beyond Grade A Association found a new friend. The Supercluster opposed the sanctions and issued a righteous criticism, believing that the three Universal Civilizations were abusing their power, so they turned to support the association. At this point, the association and the three Universal Civilizations formed an open confrontation.
Because of the response of the various civilizations, many Beyond Grade A organizations began to shrink. The branches and bases built in different civilizations were forced to move. Some moved to the desolate universe belt, and some moved to the Flickering World to move their industries. This way, the Beyond Grade A organizations with territories in the Flickering World became popular, and the Beyond Grade As in the universe showed signs of gathering.
Among them, some of the Beyond Grade A allies who had established organizations in the three Universal Civilizations were more troubled. Their industries and bases were temporarily sealed, which made them feel very pained.
The three Universal Civilizations mobilized the galactic society to block the development of the Beyond Grade A Association. A large number of Beyond Grade A organizations were hit, and their scale more or less shrank. The stock prices of the financial groups under them also plummeted, proving that the market was not optimistic.
At the same time, all the organizations that supported the association were targeted by the three Universal Civilizations. Blue Star was caught as an example, and their diplomatic relations were basically cut off. They could only be self-sufficient, and the weaker the organization, the more severe the targeting. On the other hand, advanced civilizations like the Supercluster did not feel much, or perhaps they were already used to being targeted.
Some public opinion believed that the goal of such sanctions was to cut off the wings of the Beyond Grade As. Without followers and industries, the influence of the Beyond Grade As would be minimized, and they would be isolated from the galactic society. However, some public opinion also believed that although the three Universal Civilizations' move was decisive, it did not solve the root of the problem. They could not deal with the Beyond Grade As themselves, so it was meaningless to attack their organizations.
Both opinions had a large number of supporters. No matter what perspective one had, the smell of gunpowder in the galactic society was an indisputable fact. As the situation became more and more sensitive, the emotions of the galactic residents gradually became fanatical, incited by public opinion.
Out of the eyes of most people, the Galactic Black Markets in the various regions almost became secret battlefields. Conflicts frequently broke out, and a tug-of-war for control of the Galactic Black Market was ongoing.
…
On a certain neutral transit planet in the Shattered Star Ring.
Between the rows of skyscrapers, a few low-altitude vehicles were flying at a high speed, roaring and shuttling in the city. They disrupted the traffic flow that was moving according to the traffic system and caused frequent accidents.
These vehicles clearly belonged to two groups of people. One vehicle was frantically escaping, while the other vehicles were chasing from behind. The driving skills of the fugitives were very exquisite. They constantly used all kinds of difficult maneuvers to avoid the obstacles along the way, and drove very fast in the complicated road conditions. It was extremely thrilling.
"Hurry up, they're catching up!"
"Shut up, don't distract me!"
In the fleeing vehicle at the front, a lizardman covered in red scales was jumping up and down anxiously, constantly looking at the rearview mirror. A burly man wearing a mechanical suit was operating the vehicle with a solemn expression, and a group of passengers in the cabin behind were swaying left and right.
This group of people was a local black market operator. On the surface, they had a legal shell company, but in reality, they had a few secret black market business channels in their hands. They were considered a society-like group and had a name in the black market organization as a lower-level distribution channel. They had been entrenched on this neutral planet, enjoying life like gods.
However, not long ago, the society was infiltrated by spies from an unknown organization. Their territories and industries were attacked by unknown armed forces one after another, and they suffered heavy losses. The core members were also hunted down and had been hiding everywhere.
However, just now, their hiding place was discovered, and they hurriedly escaped in their vehicles. A few armed groups chased after them relentlessly, and both sides were playing a life and death battle in the busy city.
"Where did this group of people come from? When we fought before, they were obviously well-trained and didn't look like stragglers. It's very likely that they're a professional armed group. Why would such people come after us? "The burly man's tone was solemn.
The lizardman was burning with anger. "What the hell do I know? This group of people appeared out of nowhere, and I don't even know when we've provoked them!"
"Could it be that a competitor hired a mercenary group?"
"Who cares? I only care about whether we can escape or not!" The lizardman shouted.
Just as he finished speaking, the flying vehicle just happened to pass by an intersection. Suddenly, a pursuer that had circled around the front of the vehicle directly crashed into it.
Bang!!
There was a violent tremor, followed by a sudden huge force. The passengers in the cabin didn't have time to react, and they were all slammed against the cabin wall.
The high-speed vehicle was knocked over in the middle of the waist by the other party, and it flipped a dozen times in the air before smashing into the outer wall of a building. Sparks flew everywhere, and the metal was torn apart. The vehicle was embedded in the wall, and black smoke billowed out. The anti-gravity engine flickered a few times, and with a hum, it died.
Everyone was dizzy from the fall.
The muscular man covered his head and got up. He kicked open the collapsed cabin door and saw that the pursuers had already surrounded them. The two sides of the enemy's vehicle were mounted with live ammunition rapid-fire cannons, aiming at the immobile target.
The traffic accident here attracted a lot of onlookers, and they all drove their vehicles to watch from afar, forming a circle. The pursuers didn't move at all, as if they didn't care about shooting in a busy city at all. They didn't care about the security forces of this planet at all.
Seeing this, everyone in the cabin had a look of fear and despair.
They, the gray members of the black market, also did not dare start armed conflicts in a busy city. However, these people had no scruples at all, and they were even more ferocious than them. They were practically lawless thugs.
"I still have three million Enas in my savings that I haven't enjoyed yet. I'm not satisfied!"
The lizardman was scared out of his wits. He collapsed to the ground, trembling, and could not stand up.
At this time, the muscular man grabbed his collar, reached out, and took a palm-sized metal ball from his arms. He pressed the button on the top, and the metal ball lit up instantly, making the sound of a bomb being activated.
"Don't! This thing will blow up the whole street! "
The lizardman wanted to snatch it back, but he was kicked to the ground by the muscular man.
"Don't be stupid. You purposely kept this bomb just in case. Since they want to kill us, let's see if they dare to die together with us!"
The muscular man raised the bomb high, turned around, and was about to shout outside.
However, at this moment, the sound of a meteor falling suddenly sounded and approached rapidly!
Whoosh! Boom!
A figure wrapped in red flames descended from the sky and kicked one of the pursuers' vehicles as if it was Buddha's foot.
A huge force exploded, and the vehicle deflated directly, falling to the ground and exploding into a ball of fire.
This figure jumped and landed in the huge pit made by the black market people's vehicles. He protected everyone behind him, turned around, and gave a thumbs-up, grinning.
"Don't be afraid, you're all safe now."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked. The muscular man turned to look at the lizardman and asked in surprise, "You called for reinforcements?"
"No …" The lizardman was confused and doubted himself. "Did I call for reinforcements?"
The muscular man's face twitched, and he turned to look at the sudden arrival of reinforcements. "Who are you? Why did you save us? "
"Don't ask me, I'm just doing a mission. As for who I am, you should recognize this emblem, right?"
This person turned around and showed a pattern on his clothes. Everyone hurriedly looked and trembled.
There was almost no one in the universe who did not recognize this pattern, and they recognized it at a glance.
"You're a member of the Black Star Corps?!"
"To be precise, I'm an Immortal of the Corps. You can call me Crispy Chicken Wings." This person grinned. He was a player.
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Why did the infamous Immortal suddenly come to help us? We clearly have no connection with the Black Star Corps at all. We are not worthy of their status at all!
"Wait until I get rid of this group of people. Stay behind me obediently."
At this moment, the pursuers suddenly opened fire. Dense bullets rained down like a storm. The firing speed was extremely fast, almost forming a line. As soon as Crispy Chicken Wings finished his sentence, his armguard vibrated, and a blue shield popped out, protecting the paralyzed vehicles of the Black Market people. It blocked all the bullets that rained down on them, making crackling noises.
The next second, the Pugilist flames on Crispy Chicken Wings gathered in the palms of his hands, and a red energy wave was formed.
Boom!
A blazing red beam of light shot out and swept across like a whip, hitting all the vehicles of the pursuers.
The next moment, these vehicles instantly turned into fireworks in the sky. They were directly killed, scaring the crowd away.
For a Grade B player, this kind of operation was already common and not difficult at all.
Crispy Chicken Wings clapped his hands and chuckled. "Problem solved."
Seeing this, the lizard man finally had the strength to get up. He snatched the bomb back from the burly man's hand and turned it off. He glared at him before walking toward Crispy Chicken Wings and said with a grateful tone, "You saved my life. I don't know how I can thank you."
Crispy Chicken Wings glanced at him and shrugged. "You don't have to thank me. From now on, I'm your boss."
The lizard man was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he was pleasantly surprised. "Are you recruiting me to join the Black Star Corps?"
"In your dreams. Is the Corps something you can join just because you want to?" Crispy Chicken Wings rolled his eyes. "What I mean is, your black market business will be temporarily taken over by me. This is an order from above. This is the proof of your black market organization."
As he spoke, he took out his communicator and showed a document.
Everyone browsed through it and was immediately shocked.
This was a permit recognized by the black market organization. The document stated that the three Universal Civilizations had begun to infiltrate the black market on a large scale, and many black market channels had already been uprooted. Therefore, in order to maintain the overall stability of the Galactic Black Market, the black market organization would be sending some people to temporarily take over the black markets in various places and ask them to cooperate.
Normally, black market organizations would not interfere with ordinary black market operators. However, this time, they made a rare announcement.
These people who would be taking over the black markets were all members of various Beyond Grade A organizations. The players of the Black Star Corps were one of them.
While everyone was shocked, Crispy Chicken Wings opened the interface and looked at the mission list.
Army Transfer Order: Take Over the Black Market (1)
Mission Introduction: Due to the sanctions of the three Universal Civilizations, the Beyond Grade A Association plans to further control the Galactic Black Market. The Black Star Corps has decided to send you to take over and integrate the black market channels of a planet. However, your target seems to be in danger and needs your rescue.
First Round Mission Requirements: Rescue the black market operator who is being hunted.
This mission is a series of missions. The reward depends on the mission rating.
Current Mission Status: Completed
This was a mission issued by the Black Star Corps not long ago, and many players accepted it. They split up and went to different planets to take over the local black markets. The players rarely had the chance to take charge alone, so they found it interesting.
Furthermore, compared to exploring the Flickering World, taking over and integrating the black market of a planet required more consideration. The mission environment was more complicated, which was more challenging for the players.
This was just a corner of the black market. Similar things were happening on many planets in various Star Fields.
…
"The players have already entered the black market. The situation is not bad …"
In the office of the Black Star Palace, Han Xiao looked at the star map, monitoring the movements of the many players, and nodded.
The Galactic Black Market was currently the focus of the battle between the association and the three Universal Civilizations. Now that the three Universal Civilizations did not personally take action, the people they sent to infiltrate the black market were not their direct members but the people of their subsidiary organizations. They had already clashed with the many managers sent by the Beyond Grade A Association, and there were casualties on both sides.
Among them, the progress of the army was the smoothest. The players were as useful as tools as always. The other organizations were not as luxurious as the Black Star Corps, having tens of millions of undying Grade B combatants.
Han Xiao gave this mission to the players. On one hand, it was to fertilize them, and on the other hand, it was to let the players enter the frontlines of the battle, keeping them interesting.
Being scattered across different planets to take charge of their own black market businesses was like flying birds in the sky, as free as the wind for many players. He was also quite curious about what kind of subjective initiative these players would have.
At this time, his communicator vibrated, and a message came in.
"Army Commander, someone is here to visit you. She did not make an appointment, but she claims to be an old acquaintance of yours."
Hearing this, Han Xiao raised his brows.
"An old acquaintance of mine? How old? What's her name? "
"She said her name is Rossellin."
(End of Chapter)
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