Spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate, the north of the chaotic star, and a small area around the small city of Phoenix that belongs to the south of the chaotic star, under the leadership of the beggars, everything is making great strides in a good direction.

As the helmsman of the beggar gang, Hong Fei was naturally happy because of this, he had a wedding banquet in Chaojing, sat on a space destroyer that had never been returned to Hong Qiling, went to Phoenix Town, pretended to pour water on the head of a brown-skinned child, and then everyone was really happy...

… Some people rejoice, and naturally some people do not rejoice.

In the last year, Barton Sr. has looked getting older.

A lyric in the rotten street of China more than 300 years ago, if Hong Fei said it to Old Barton, it would actually be very appropriate... You are snowing in the southern sun; I'm in the cold nights of the north, and it's like spring all year round...

… A year ago, before the big move was released, the elder Barton imagined a lot later.

Of course, these include refugees like floods and beasts who will fall back after sweeping the north, and then sweep the south - there may not be one in ten who will turn back, but there is no food in the north, and someone will always come back, and then they will be rewarded with two mouthfuls of food, and then there will be no difficulty in reformulating the rules, and then unify the chaotic stars, after twenty years, the chaotic stars will not only be more than the current two billion people, and the golden dragon family has since had the capital to stand on the top of the human pyramid...

Old Barton was even well prepared for this.

However... It's all infatuation, it's all delusion!

The so-called fish died and the net was broken, but it was just a wedding dress that he tried his best to make for his rival in life and death.

Afterward... And then it became what it is now.

Even though autumn had entered the south, there was still no heavy snowfall, but the white hair that kept falling was much more cruel to old Barton than the heavy snow, and at this pace, it would not be many more days before he would become a bald man whom he hated in his own heart.

"Drunk again in Phoenix Town? Hong Fei, you're too early to be happy! ... It's not over yet, since you can't conquer it with stratagem, let's conquer it with a butcher's knife! ”

Hong Fei has been very small since last year's battle, turning a blind eye to the provocation or declaration of war of the Golden Dragon Family, and choosing to avoid the strategy of avoiding if he can, looking like a little daughter-in-law who is angry, and all day long he either shows his face on TV to meet top talents in various industries, or he is drunk flying around the chaotic stars.

So much so that the propaganda slogans that once spread all over the northern land, as well as slogans such as expanding the results of the war and destroying the Golden Dragon Family, became as if they were not the work of a rough man like him...

Old Patton waited for Hong Fei to come and beat him again, but Hong Fei just didn't do it, so he was embarrassed. Let's fight, the gains outweigh the losses, don't fight, can we watch our life-and-death rivals grow into towering giants that are impossible to defeat?

Whether Old Barton wants to admit it or not, Hong Fei is now the one who has the capital to stand at the top of the human pyramid on the land of Chaotic Stars...

Old Barton has endured it for a long time, and if it weren't for the fact that his hair was about to fall out, he might have continued to endure it, but his hair was about to fall out, and people without hair were like trees with only dead branches, and they were infinitely close to death, so they had to do something before fate could not be controlled...

After talking to himself, Old Patton took out his phone and dialed the special correspondent who had long been dispatched by the U.S. Federation to Chaos Star.

Who the commissioner was, whether the identity was high or low, or whether it was a man or a woman, the old Barton didn't know anything before the phone was connected, but when waiting for the other party to answer the phone, the old Barton was not nervous, let alone nervous, not only because he had seen too many storms in his life, but also because now, he could only be hysterical.

"Hello, who are you?" Hysteria doesn't mean you have to yell, and even though his hair is about to fall out, Old Barton has a gentlemanly demeanor that pierces the microphone, his voice is not loud, powerful enough, but still polite.

"Hello, who are you?" The other party obviously didn't like him very much, and his tone was extremely frivolous, and the fact was that the other party was sent to obviously know who he was, but he still asked him so parrotously, it was simply teasing him.

"I'm George Patton." If it was Horton, the grandson of the elder Patton, to make this call, and now the designation has been blown up by the other party, and he wants to scold and talk about business again, and the elder Patton obviously doesn't care about the other party's frivolity and impoliteness at all - this may be the difference between grandpa and grandson.

"Oh, I remember, it's you... Hey, old immortal, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been sent to a barren place like Chaos by my jealous boss, so how are you going to compensate for my mental loss... By the way, let me introduce myself, my name is Balotelli. ”

Through the microphone, the elder Barton saw in his own consciousness the other party's torso twisting rhythmically as he spoke, and his hands in a very high posture... Balotelli, how is he... How... The correspondent is black!?

"How about two beauties?" Old Barton frowned slightly, as a white man who has always prided himself on being noble for as long as he can remember, he is extremely strict with himself in all aspects, perhaps because of this, he looks down on people of other colors more than ordinary 'nobles', and the most hated is naturally the black man he thinks will not know anything other than lazy Laipi.

… Even if he is the king of the golden gun, even if he retired after making immortal achievements in the dungeon a year ago, Balotelli is still a black man, send a black man, American Federation, are you really my George family's trusted teammate?

Balotelli was unaware of this, and shouted happily on the other end of the phone: "Great! Old immortal, count yourself as acquaintances! But there's no way I've been asking you for this compensation lately, and if you want to reap the benefits, you'll have to do it first, don't you say, Mr. Patton? ”

Saying this made Barton look up to the legendary figure of Balotelli.

If you want to be good, you have to do it first; If you make a mistake and want to turn the situation around, you have to pay the price first and the pain is enough, it's all the same thing.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"I was sent here half a year ago, and if I don't do something, I'll suffocate to death, you know? In view of the fact that public opinion is a little unfavorable to our side, I have recently been working on the infrastructure of the communication system..."

"Very good." Barton interrupted Balotelli, "I'm interested in this, but I'll talk about it later, I'd like to hear you talk about the battle on Earth last year, but before we do that, let's talk about the mechs and space battleships that came to Chaos with you." ”