Chapter 1633 - 78: Heaven and Earth (Part 4)

Chapter 1633: Chapter 78: Heaven and Earth (Part 4)

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Could Fatty really control twenty coins?

How is that possible! You must know, twenty coins in total, even if they remain still, they wouldn’t fit in your hand!

Everyone quietly watched the twenty coins neatly arranged on the table. Anyone who has interacted with Combat Mecha knows these twenty coins are arranged exactly like the virtual keyboard A area in the Mecha. That area is the basic actions command zone for Mecha.

Fatty placed his left hand on the edge of the table, smiled slightly, and swiftly swept his right hand over the coins.

With the speed that almost made it invisible, Fatty’s fingertip tapped the edge of each coin with his index finger and hooked them with his middle finger, flipping them into the air. Under the light, they seemed like flying little spirits.

Everyone was stunned by this trick of Fatty. It’s known that picking up coins laid flat on the table can be challenging even with two fingers, let alone flicking them into the air by the edges with fingers! How fast must your hand speed be? How precise must your technique be?

But, this was just the beginning!

A total of twenty coins consecutively flew into the air, and as the last coin was flicked up, the first one already began to fall.

Fatty’s chubby hand was already waiting below.

One, two, three.... coins fell into his fingers, starting to roll with the movement of his fingers, rolling from one to the next. When the coins rolled between the thumb and index finger, Fatty lightly flicked them with his thumb, letting them fly once again.

Ten, eleven, twelve......all twenty coins jumped between his phantom-like quick right hand fingers, spinning in the air without any disorder.

At this point, no speed testing device was needed, nor any Mecha, anyone could understand that Fatty’s hand speed exceeded seventy actions per second!

The entire nightclub hall was silent for a time. Waiters stopped moving around, singers halted their singing, and the band set down their guitars.

Everyone foolishly watched those dance-like silver-white spirits.

Dazzling!

When Fatty stopped his hand and let the coins in his hand fall onto the table with a clatter, everyone was still a bit dazed.

David, McCarthy, and others, stared blankly at Fatty, at Margaret who appeared calm, and the beautiful girl named Ann Lei by his side. Suddenly they exchanged glances, a terrifying thought flashed through their minds.

Many people know that in the Central District, there’s no way a regiment-sized force would appear. Everyone also knows that the bandit army brought back twenty-one Rampage Mechas.

If these twenty-one Mechas were arranged around Alaska Space City.

......Who could break through?!

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A champagne-colored luxury Flying Car, protected by four modified Mechas, sped along the highway towards 9th Street.

The Mechas were the newest Twelfth Generation [Thunderbolt] Mechas, though not as advanced as the bandit army’s [Rampage], these prototype Mechas were still far more advanced than the Eleventh Generation [Long Blade].

Because in the city area, besides special forces, ordinary Mechas cannot carry large-scale attack weapons. Thus these Mechas have removed the conspicuous Energy Cannons. Only beneath the external armor in hidden spots, they still retained missile launchers and retractable Energy Machine Guns.

Friedrich leaned back in the seat of the carriage, thoughtfully gazing at the buildings of Space City in the distance.

Everything that happened tonight was a bit unexpected.

Although Barbara knew early in the afternoon that Hastings would have rather aggressive actions, Friedrich didn’t expect that the Fatty from the Leray Federation actually boldly killed Miller!

And Miller was the eldest son and grandson of the Miller family!

From this aspect alone, cooperation between the two sides is no longer possible!

Yet, Barbara still needed herself to go to Devil’s Paradise. At the risk of causing conflicts with the Miller family, she was striving to win over that Fatty. Was it because of the bandit army, or was it out of fear of that Fatty?

No matter the fear, he is still just one person. A flesh-and-blood entity! As long as their wings spread around are clipped, he and Margaret are just fish in a barrel!

Making the alliance negotiations unimportant.

The appearance was more to give Fatty a choice, but rather to show those families in the dark.

The real key lies in the periphery. The contest over the highway, Alaska Space City, and surrounding sniping points! The Miller family and others have already started to act, Flaischer and the Family Guard have also set out in full force. Perhaps, before reaching Devil’s Paradise Space City, everything will have already ended!

The Flying Car passed through an overpass, entering the city highway.

Police cars were whistling toward the 9th District. Many streets in the Central District were already sealed off and under lockdown by mobilized police.

On the road, symbols of National Security Forces and Capital Guard Forces were visible on Mechas and soldiers.

In front of these Mechas and soldiers, this champagne-colored Flying Car and four Thunderbolt Mechas seemed invisible, not even attracting a glance.

The major powers were still in contention. Before the victory or defeat is decided, their task was merely to maintain order.

"Beep beep." The communicator rang.

Friedrich looked out the window and opened the mobile phone. Flaischer’s voice came to his ear.

"I’ve acted!"

He silently closed the phone, sighed lightly.

Flaischer had many good qualities, but his actions were too ruthless and bloody. People who fell into his hands usually couldn’t even be recognized.

Tonight, blood will flow like a river!

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. To summarize, this month’s updates have generally been normal, but thankfully manage to apply for leave in time, and maintain updates when not on leave. The previous writing wasn’t good, I must admit. But after completing this series of setup, the continuation will be excellent, I swear to strive for it.

How much longer for the fake to end is a question every reader wants to ask. I must say, I don’t know either. Maybe two hundred thousand, maybe five hundred thousand. Anyway, I will carefully craft an ending leaving no regrets.

Three years, in this final period, let’s work hard together. December, I strive for monthly votes! Please support from bandit army brothers and sisters!

Additionally, although I rarely say it, I still hope everyone is aware that whether it’s rewards, monthly votes, recommendations, I keep them in my heart. Last month, the reward from Sweet Potato and Egg, I saw it. Never had the courage nor opportunity to say it, today I say thanks together.

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