Chapter 1598 - 59: Guns, Roses

Chapter 1598: Chapter 59: Guns, Roses

When the flying car stopped at the imposing gate of the Hanjing First Military Academy, Fatty realized that he hadn’t encountered the alluring young woman who swayed gracefully outside the brand-name store, but an extremely malicious and cunning adversary.

Even if it was truly Barbara who did it, she actually had many ways to handle people’s suspicions.

For instance, making Baolsen announce his withdrawal from the election to avoid suspicion, or having Baolsen survive a shooting... But, this woman chose the most drastic approach.

She didn’t need to explain. For the public, the most popular presidential candidate being assassinated at this time was already enough to dispel suspicions of their faction benefiting from the election.

She found a fully justified reason for herself by sacrificing a life. The public opinion she controlled would use this as a foundation to shift all doubts onto the current candidate with the second highest support rate. Since she was not the one benefiting, even if someone high up in Feiyang knew it was her doing, there was nothing they could do.

And her opposition, not only couldn’t relentlessly pursue the already dead Baolsen, they would instead become entangled in these two assassination cases, overwhelmed.

Even though the remaining four candidates had no overt connections with the faction controlled by Barbara in the shadows, Fatty was certain that one of them must be Barbara’s person!

That was her true trump card!

"This is the latest production record from Meteor, Fulong Sword Company." Matt handed a folder to Fatty: "The daily output of Rampage Mecha has now increased to five hundred units. If the Mars production base can commence production within a month, our final capacity could increase to 1,800 units per day."

"Additionally, our shipyard has fully begun the construction of the battleships you ordered, and in ten days, I can deliver the first batch of vessels. Within two months, I can deliver thirty ships." Matt stood by the car door, shook hands with Fatty, and grinned: "I’d love to see how these battleships traverse the universe!"

"You will see!" Fatty smiled and patted Matt on the shoulder.

Meteor Company, originally ranked third among the world’s military enterprises, now, because of the Chuckna Dragon Sword Company’s addition, because of the technical support from the Bandit Army, coupled with the enormous funds from Hastings, the Chuckna Military Department, and Mars Free World, has unsurprisingly risen to become the world’s number one military tycoon!

The two exchanged a smile. Matt, with a cigar clenched in his teeth, suddenly asked Fatty before turning to get into the flying car, "Uh... what do you plan to do with that person?"

"I’ll become good friends with her," Fatty said, his eyelids drooping: "Just so happens, I also enjoy doing things without evidence."

Sitting dumbfounded, watching Fatty wave goodbye as he walked through the gates with the military academy’s students, Matt suddenly felt he should give Robinson a raise. He couldn’t imagine the outcome for those who opposed the Bandit Army and Fatty, having decisively chosen to side with the Bandit Army during the Mecha Trial Meeting.

From Fatty’s lifeless eyes, he saw a kind of unreasonable arrogance.

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In casual clothes, as he entered the Chuckna First Military Academy, Fatty’s mood gradually relaxed.

The inevitable will come, and this world won’t change because of my anger. There are always some people who believe they can control everything at will.

To hell with it!

Fatty spat fiercely on the ground, feeling immensely refreshed for a moment.

"Please mind your manners, student!" a crispy voice sounded in his ear, and Fatty looked up to see a slender, somewhat frail female cadet frowning at him. Passing students all had disdain written on their faces. They were utterly contemptuous of Fatty who spat indiscriminately.

With a simple and honest face, Fatty shuffled his feet over the spot and drooped his head as he walked towards the lab building inside the school.

"This Fatty looks familiar." A girl holding a book turned her head to look at Fatty, deep in thought.

"I can’t believe the First Military Academy has someone who spits on the ground!" a tall male student commented disdainfully, "Truly disgraceful!"

"How did someone so fat pass the physical examination?" a round-faced girl curiously examined Fatty.

"Hey, don’t you think he looks like the Bandit Army’s..." a bespectacled male student suddenly said.

Suddenly, there was a silence all around. The cadets exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"Wow!"

"It’s him!"

"Admiral Tian Xingjian, my God, he’s spitting on the ground in our school!"

"Wow, the way he spits is adorable."

"What’s adorable, it’s manly!"

"He was shy just now!"

"Anna, let’s catch up!"

By the time Fatty rushed into Boswell’s lab, his mouth was twisted, nose crooked, and clothes tattered.

He really underestimated the influence of the Bandit Army in Chuckna. Since the video’s release of the Bandit Army taking down three hundred Judgers, ordinary Chuckna people were so fond of the Bandit Army soldiers stationed at Hanjing Base that they almost wanted to swallow them whole, let alone these military cadets in the throes of a heroism-infused age, destined to join the war in the future.

The Bandit Army War God pilots of the twelfth generation Rampage had already been etched into the memories of all Chuckna youth, never to be forgotten.

That is their idol, the person they dream of becoming.

Whenever the battle scenes of the bandit army on Leifeng Star are mentioned, the young people are all thrilled, wishing they could be one of them, standing on that small hill only twenty or thirty meters high, wielding a sword and facing thousands of troops and horses with cold defiance!

As the highest commander of the bandit army, a hero repeatedly promoted by the Leray Federation and Chuckna, not to mention spitting, even if Fatty were to urinate in public, people would only discuss how scientific and healthy his posture was, how chic he looked against the wind, while ignoring issues such as his personal pride in size and length.

"Fatty?!" With a shout of delight, a soft, jade-like figure suddenly threw itself into Fatty’s arms.

Before Fatty could react, he saw a beautiful woman in a white research coat beside him, arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with a displeased expression—Milan? She was standing beside him, so who was the one in his arms?

Fatty’s heart raced for a moment. Looking down, he found Nia clinging to him like a koala, her pretty face flushed with happiness.

An unknown object that is life-threatening is not to be touched, no matter how soft and enchanting.

By the time Milan draws her gun, it’s all too late, damn it!

Fatty, while giving Milan a fawningly innocent smile, reluctantly pried Nia’s octopus-like arms away: "Nia, what are you doing here?"

"Reporting, Commander," Nia happily and swiftly kissed Fatty’s cheek, "I am now the commander of the ninth flying squadron of the bandit army! Ordered to come for testing and purchasing the warplanes."

"Commander of the flying squadron?" Fatty was startled, not understanding what madness possessed this woman who had once been captured, abandoning her good job as a journalist to return to her old trade.

"Leray’s pilots have sacrificed too much. Although I’m a woman, my flying skills are top level," Nia said, uncharacteristically taking the initiative to leave Fatty’s embrace, she took Milan’s hand and smiled calmly: "I must do something for Leray."

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, Fatty’s heart suddenly felt a pang.

Milan, who buries herself in the laboratory every day, working tirelessly for the military strength of the Leray Federation....

Ann Lei, inherently gentle, who sees dance as her life, yet engages in cold and intricate intelligence work...

Bonnie, commanding troops on the frontline, amidst the artillery fire and smoke.....

Helen, who left behind her identity as the Federation’s number one beauty and a renowned host to learn how to be a good confidential secretary from scratch...

Meiduo, who always appears at Fatty’s side when he needs her most, donning a nurse’s uniform when the wounded need her....

Audrey, who parks her father’s smuggling ship in the dockyard, negotiating between merchants and warehouses every day to rake in wealth for the bandit army.....

Fang Xiang, who leads the fleet to launch a decisive attack on the invading enemy, leaving her home and heading to Mars, determinedly seeking a path forward for her country....

Margaret, who forsakes her status and everything else to resolutely join the bandit army....

And right in front of him, Nia, with her familiar ponytail, wearing her pilot uniform again, her voice as melodic as a nightingale.....

These women in the war are so vivid, so alive. Their young and beautiful lives bloom quietly like flowers in this era filled with war fire and smoke.

Their eyes are dazzling and bright, their noses wrinkle adorably making grim looks. Their smiles, like their bodies, are full of energy. Their tears, like their souls, are crystal clear.

Men usually only pay attention to their appearances. Who notices the silent yet determined sacrifices they make for their country?

A woman’s endurance always far exceeds that of a man’s. When men are around, they are docile, when men fall, they silently support the entire world.

They are not embellishments on a man’s badge, nor are they vase decorations on the table of male power. They are a touch of white in this bloody world, a stroke of red in this black-and-white world, a rose on a gun barrel.

It makes one’s heart ache!

"Aren’t you afraid of death?" Fatty asked softly. He looked at Nia’s white and translucent earlobes, not daring to imagine that if one day she became a blazing flame in the starry sky, what he would do.

"Afraid..." Nia glanced at Fatty with a smile: "But I used to be a pilot."

"Fatty, what brings you here?" Milan, holding Nia’s hand, asked playfully, like a twin lotus.

"I’m here for you and the professor," Fatty checked the time, "I need the new space jump technology!"

"Now?" Milan’s beautiful eyes widened.

"Yes!" Fatty replied, "That old stubborn Flavio is about to give up!"

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