Chapter 568: Chapter 343: Loki Heavy Industry?
“Are you all sick,” a woman scread, not only did they put down their weapons, but they also stood at attention and saluted?
The onlookers couldn’t comprehend this scene that exceeded their understanding.
But led by the captain adjutant, those forest-like eyes of military respect were intensely fixed on him.
Mu Fan’s breathing was steady, his right hand lifted under everyone’s gaze, placed at his temple, a salute of equal standard was rendered.
“To the Centurion Warriors!”
With a fierce shout from the captain, the soldiers behind him, who were initially just coldly executing their tasks with salutes, suddenly had a blazing light flare in their eyes.
This ti they echoed in unison, “To the Centurion Warriors!”
Their voices carried an overwhelming frenzy, a passionate and admiring fervor unmistakable in iron-blooded soldiers when they see a Warrior bestowed with high-tier military honors!
Because this title was their dream as soldiers!
The major, who had been coldly watching everything from the outermost periter, finally showed a drastic change in expression.
He believed his adjutant wouldn’t act aimlessly, so he waited for the outco.
But he never imagined that the other party would be… a holder of the Centurion dal.
Centurion Warrior, a title existing only under one circumstance.
That is the true warrior of the military—the one who single-handedly defeats a hundred enemies in one battle, entitled to wear the Centurion dal, requiring all officers below the rank of captain to salute upon eting!
He had never expected that the dal, which he couldn’t clearly see from afar, was such a significant emblem of status.
Moreover, to be so young, this was simply the born… Killing God!
The dia personnel and curious civilians exchanged puzzled glances, naturally not understanding the aning.
But seeing the young man’s equally respectful military salute, they deduced his identity as a military man!
“What does Centurion Warrior an?”
“Quick, look it up, seems impressive.”
“The gas haven’t even started yet, and here’s a drama, truly thrilling. I’ll have sothing to report to the chief editor.”
A few seconds passed.
“Oh… shit!”
“That’s it, f**k,” a reporter said blankly as he looked at the introduction and badge image he searched on Sky Communication, then squinted into the telescopic lens for a while, a chill running down his spine.
He finally understood what it ant, and… he had seen the actual item.
That guy was indeed the military’s Killing God, no wonder all those soldiers went crazy.
As his words ended, a symphony of gasps rose, followed by a more splendid array of flashing lights, as they wanted to capture this mont in their caras.
The captain disregarded the surrounding reactions, stepped forward, and faced Mu Fan, “All misunderstandings resolved, a soldier’s gun will not point at its own Warrior.”
“Thank you, captain.”
“May I ask, Warrior, in which unit do you serve?”
“Dingchuan Academy, freshman in the reserves,” Mu Fan’s expression softened a bit, yet he provided an answer that made the other party gape in astonishnt.
Still a student?
His future was imasurable! How could he be here?
His mind spinning rapidly, this lieutenant prepared to return and report to the colonel, asking the superior officer to make a decision.
Nearby, a succession of flashing lights burst forth again; to the reporters, a hint of blood was a story.
Without the captain’s order, these soldiers all imdiately stood at attention.
Wang Nuonuo breezed through unimpeded.
Vacantly scanning around, she saw that the military forces who had just been confronting each other with guns were now sheathing their weapons, with the main character, Mu Fan, glaringly standing right before her.
He revealed a serene smile to her.
“Nuonuo, I’ve brought it.”
The girl’s eyes shifted from Mu Fan’s face, following the direction of his gaze, she saw the cha—Extre Special Soldier—lying quietly behind the heavy vehicle.
Mu Fan had actually brought the Extre Special Soldier.
At this mont, in this place, it only ant one thing: he was determined to fight on behalf of Loki Heavy Industry!
Wang Nuonuo was unsure of her feelings at that mont; she only felt that when the sky darkened, Mu Fan illuminated her world.
Thus, whatever decision Mu Fan made, she decided to believe in him unreservedly.
Thump, thump, rhythmic steps resounded from the side.
Everyone’s gaze turned to not far away, where soldiers on the periphery automatically cleared a path because several n in silver uniforms approached.
Their gaze turned to the major, who was already stepping forward to pass.
“Major, what’s happened?”
Although the tone of this question sounded strange and the face looked sowhat different from the Federation folks, one could hear the politeness in the language.
“Mr. Naden, I apologize, there has been a minor misunderstanding here. We mistook a participant who had just arrived to register. Please, Mr. Naden, could you help with the registration process?” the Major saluted and said to one of the silver-haired middle-aged n among them.
The vice-chief judge of the Interstellar cha Association’s cha martial arts competition was himself an ace chanical Master.
He was one of the senior administrators in the organization, holding an extrely esteed position within the Interstellar cha Association.
Upon hearing the Major’s words, this silver-haired man nad Naden did not show any surprise on his face but exchanged glances with the people beside him.
“Does that an the participant registrations can proceed normally now?”
“Of course, it is your right,” the Major nodded and said, clearly stating that they were only assisting with the cha martial arts competition registrations.
The true deciding power still belonged to the Interstellar cha Association, but the real killing devices of the cha Association, this colossal entity, were the high-tier cha and Warships with mysterious firepower.
While they appeared harmonious on the surface, the cha Association always emphasized its dominant position.
The Federation always valued its cooperative relationship with the cha Association but had to guard against the expansion of the cha Association’s power.
Thus, their military actually took on the maintenance tasks actively, which also indirectly served a surveillance purpose.
In secret, the Blue Capital Star military’s three major Fleets had already been ready to deploy, although no one wished for that situation to arise.
Hearing the Major’s response, Naden showed a kind smile on his face, then walked toward a complex chanical station beside them.
“Then please, Major, allow passage, and let the Interstellar cha Association complete the verification.”
That was an open-air registration point designed by the cha Association.
They just needed to confirm that the participating companies’ procedures were correct, and then have the competing chanical Masters press their fingerprints to complete.
The rules were simple because they wanted the major companies to focus more on the competition rather than other aspects.
At the sa ti, this was also a perfect opportunity to promote both the Interstellar cha Association and the various companies.
“As you wish,” the Major, clearly not taken seriously by Naden, responded, even if that smile was kind-hearted.
It was like soone smiling at an ant, never really considering treating the ant as an equal.
In Naden’s eyes, a competing chanical Master was probably worth dozens of tis more than him, a Major.
People watched as the Major waved his hand to command the soldiers to disperse and sent people to lead Mu Fan and his companion to the front of the platform.
A throng of reporters surged forward energetically, as the outdoor registration point was clearly declared open to the dia by the Interstellar cha Association.
“Don’t freaking push , okay!”
“Excuse , thank you, it’s tough for everyone.”
“I was here first, you go over there, over there.”
…
After the noisy dia finally quieted down, all flashlights turned toward that area.
They didn’t care about how the situation had developed; they just instinctively felt that the boy just now had a story!
Gaoling Ze, with a wooden expression, looked at Donald beside him, his brows furrowed tightly, “Natello, that boy went over to register, we…”
Donald’s face carried a cold smile, his words laced with sarcasm, “Let’s go have a look.”
Why the sarcasm, you might ask?
It was like the original Formula racing when cars were first invented.
Which contestant didn’t have a complete service team behind him, from the company’s R&D strength to a powerful logistics team, down to the essential scientific support?
Have you ever heard of anyone in Formula racing history who went to compete and win a prize driving a car with a broken arm all by himself?
Only in dreams.
Humph!
Donald followed the crowd to the outskirts, expressionlessly watching the male and female on the platform.
Naden, standing in the middle, watched Mu Fan and his companion with a faint gaze, and a person beside him with a high forehead and deep eye sockets asked:
“Which company’s team are you from?”
“Loki Heavy Industry.”
Nuonuo had just turned her head to look at Mu Fan, but she didn’t expect Mu Fan to respond without a half-second of hesitation, speaking calmly.
In Nuonuo’s mind, countless imagined scenarios like plain boiled water blandly appeared in Mu Fan’s mouth with a determined tone.
The na of Loki Heavy Industry appeared at the registration point in such an incredible way.
And in a peculiar way, it made the dia unconsciously chew over these four words.
Loki… Heavy Industry?
Wasn’t that the group on Purple Jade Star that nearly collapsed overnight not long ago?
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