Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

The news of the Mecha Combat Competition had spread from Blue Capital Star out into the cosmos with the speed of a nuclear shockwave, propagating through geometric growth channels.

Even without any deliberate pre-event publicity, the South Suburb Plain in Zhongjing City had already become the focus of the entire planet.

Countless crowds began to flock here, as this was their only chance to feast their eyes up close before the competition started.

By the afternoon, after arriving at the other side of the planet via the Earth Core Car, they would only be able to watch the online live broadcast.

It must be said that with such advanced technology, even though there were hundreds of competing teams, every participating team had its share of supporters, whether numerous or few.

"Hoover Heavy Industry, you guys are the best!"

"The big beetle mecha is invincible."

"Oh my God, isn't that the Bedon Group? Are the Snow Wind God mechs going to be there too? Can't wait!"

Countless mecha enthusiasts stood on the outskirts of the South Suburb Plain, shouting their lungs out, while some people from special organizations had their eyes shining as they watched the convoys driving in.

In their eyes, these teams constituted the biggest underground betting event of the year.

Untold amounts of capital had already been secretly poured into the gambling groups led by the Federation Gambling Company.

Just waiting for the competition to start, an incalculable amount of money would be thrillingly redistributed.

Moreover, some observers from special organizations were perhaps entering with other tasks...

In any case, this moment on Blue Capital Star had captured the attention of countless people.

The soldiers stationed in Zhongjing City were now faithfully executing their guard duties, keeping those fervent supporters outside.

Today was the day to complete the official registration for the Mecha Combat Competition, and the attention of countless eyes within dozens of light years was focused right here.

The security measures had to be strict, to be worthy of this glimmering stellar event!

The convoy from the Lan Du Military Group had just arrived here, and two officers with the rank of Major had already come forward to greet them.

Behind them, countless flashbulbs went off, because Lan Du Military Group was the representative of Blue Capital Star's local power.

As the host, the Lan Du Military Group had the government's shadow behind it, and neither the military nor the media had any reason not to treat them favorably.

"Young Master Gaoling, I am Major Depay from the Seventh Special Service Team. It's a pleasure to receive our Lan Du Military Group. Has Young Master Tang arrived?"

Gaoling Ze, feeling content, chuckled and pointed at the floating car behind him, "Natello is in the back, he will come out soon."

Hearing Gaoling Ze's words, the two Majors quickly turned their gaze towards the back, and all the media cameras also aimed at the floating car, waiting for the butler to open the door.

The moment Donald Natello appeared, they had to capture this scene from the perfect angle like crazy!

Seizing the headline for today's news was a temptation that had the journalists nearly going mad.

Even the headline was already thought out, "The Star System's Number One Martial Path Tournament, Heroes Set Out"!

Inside the floating car, Donald Natello looked out at the frenzied crowd and the bustling scene, feeling the excitement of the moment, and revealed a fitting smile on his face.

With a touch of complacence, he straightened his light purple tie and made sure his suit was smooth and without a wrinkle.

He gestured for the butler to open the door, step out, and then revealed a smile that was both humble and confident.

Countless flashbulbs lit up, momentarily brightening the area blindingly.

Outside the human wall constructed by soldiers, explosive cheers would break out.

"Blue Capital!"

"Blue Capital!"

"Victory is ours!"

...

I have waited for this day for so long.

The feeling of being the center of attention is truly wonderful!

It is intoxicating, irresistible, and addictive.

Donald Natello slowly extended his hands to both sides, and his eyes involuntarily closed.

He wanted to drown his ears in the shouts of the people at this moment.

At that time, the previously respectful butler standing by his side suddenly changed his expression after taking out a Sky Communication receiver from his pocket and hurried over to Donatello.

" Young Master, Sky Communication."

Donatello was very unhappy about being interrupted during his moment of indulgence.

He gave the butler a cold glance and snorted as he took it.

What's the matter with the bearded one?

As soon as he pressed the answer button, the voice of the bearded one, filled with panic, came through.

"Master, there's a problem at the medical facility, the target female is evacuating, and that target male... has completely disappeared!"

The two Major officers approaching Donatello felt a chill emanating from Donatello, who had always shown a smiling face.

This made them hesitate for a moment, wondering what was wrong with Young Master Tang.

But then they saw Donatello walking directly towards them, "Excuse me, officers, Natello has an emergency to deal with."

The two Majors looked at each other and nodded.

Ignoring the cheers and commotion around him, Donatello got back into the floating car.

Once the car door closed, the sounds from the outside world were instantly reduced to a minimum.

"You're useless, what can you even do!"

The chilling words resonated, and the bearded one on the other end of the Sky Communication sweated profusely, with his heart sinking into an ice cellar.

"I'm sending people to support you, split into two cars to track that girl's movements. Follow her wherever she goes, and if she's lost, I'll send each one of you into space."

"Yes, Master!" Swallowing hard, the bearded one answered with terror. He knew all too well how ruthless his master was and that he always meant what he said.

"Then, contact Li Shen, upgrade the security check at Space Port; monitor all streets of Zhongjing City. Station people at some key intersections. I refuse to believe that kid can sprout wings and fly!"

"What if he's found?"

"Do I need to teach you what to do? Where have all your skills gone?" Donatello queried darkly, hanging up the Sky Communication.

His hand clenched into a fist, his face twisted with a sinister expression, "Whether you run or return, do you think you can turn the world upside down? Hmph, I've got Loki Heavy Industry in my pocket."

Stretching his collar, Donatello who stepped out of the car once again wore a smile, conveying his friendliness and confidence impeccably to the public, the media, and the military.

The Lan Du Military Group from Blue Capital, this expedition, shall be victorious!

...

Mu Fan, already sitting in the driver's seat of the armored truck, looked indifferent, listening in on the synchronized Sky Communication that Black was intercepting in his ear.

The conversation between Lin Wu and the bearded man came through clearly, word for word.

When the last word finished, a cold smile appeared on Mu Fan's face.

"So the mole in the military is Li Shen, the Colonel from the Blue Capital Military District's War Department. Now all the confusion is unraveled. The investigation at Planet 131 when I came back was also thanks to you..."

Mu Fan, now wearing a dark gray Mechanical Master combat uniform, glanced indifferently at the wound on his left shoulder, and spoke coldly, "Black, is it possible to counter-surveil?"

"Of course," Black replied decisively.

In Mu Fan's hand, which nobody knew where it came from, was a crystal box emitting a faint light, with a silver medal lying quietly inside. The medal looked somewhat simple and even a bit rough.

Yet Mu Fan cherished it, carefully pinning it to his chest, his fingertips gently caressing the rough and cold texture.

In officially recognized military operations...

Those who single-handedly slay a hundred foes shall wear the Centurion Medal!

Unranked wearers enjoy the treatment of a Lieutenant, and upon encountering officers below Captain, regardless of rank, a salute is mandatory.

The wearer enjoys one absolute privilege... Exemption from death for killing.

"Black, interfere with their surveillance, avoid key areas."

"Then, let's... move out!"