Chapter 379: Fearless

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Throughout the night, the lights of the main halls of the two major schools of lore and Po Shan Liu were lit.
The reporters waiting in the cold wind did not get any news. However, taking a picture of Zhang Tieqing's faces from the two major schools entering and leaving the Mech Pavilion is enough to produce an appropriate episode of the program to maintain ratings.
Even the name of the show, the reporters thought about it.
"The two major schools study countermeasures overnight, or retaliate against Tailiu"
In other schools, few people pay attention. The only ones who can really compete with Tailiu are the broken mountain and lore. If lore killing and breaking the mountain are determined to take revenge and gain the upper hand, these kicked schools may send people to fight the wind. If lore and broken mountain stream swallowed this breath, then they would never jump out and try hard with Tai Liu. Anyway, the small genre, the real shame is also lore and broken mountain in front.
Everyone is waiting.
A reporter who was afraid of chaos in the world even posted a Mars Express on the door of the lore.
"He said, you don't kick back, you are pigs"
This huge title is scarlet and dazzling.
"To tell me, today I will send all the people out and go to all the Tailiu Branches to play in the pavilion!" In the meeting room of the lore, a bearded man growled: "I don't believe it. It really became the climate! "
As the third-level Mech Warrior of the lore, Harriman has always been so direct in speaking and doing things, and has always been a domineering one.
It is a pity that there is still silence in the entire conference room. No one echoed Harriman's words.
Now, it's not a question of not fighting.
No matter the lore or the mountain stream, it is already difficult to ride a tiger. This museum must be kicked back. The question is, who will take the lead in lore and breaking mountains? In the face of the Tailiu Puluo branch, who has absolute certainty? Avoid the Pro Branch, where does this face go?
The evil wolf of Tailiu can never be beaten with a stick.
They are so provocative, what is the trick? Wouldn't it be right for them to rush into the pavilion?
No one knows the answers to these questions.
The sky outside the window was already lit up.
Everyone turned their gaze to Kilborn, the chief lore lord. This genius, who is only forty-six years old this year and has stabilized the first-class mech warrior throne in the mecha fighting world of the inhabitants for sixteen years, is the pinnacle of the Dinghai god. Only he can make the final ruling.
All kinds of speculations and all kinds of hypotheses have all been proposed. What is needed now is just a decision.
"Our eyes cannot be placed on the broken mountain stream." Kilborn looked quietly at the battles repeatedly played on the virtual screen, his eyes flashing: "On the ranking, we are first, they are second. Real concentration Attention is our lore. This provocation will not allow us to retreat in the slightest. "
"Since you want to fight, you can't let Tailiu have any power to fight back!" Kilborn smiled coldly, and he was quite confident about the strength he controlled in his hand: "Neither West Covenant nor Fiji League" Not to mention, I am afraid that everyone is watching this conflict. The losers of the conflict will be eliminated. However, the current Mars Freeport is still our world. So I decided that all the branches should divide all the Thais at the same time. Pavilion challenge. Order the lore Legion to stand by ......... "
Although it was known that there was such a day, all the lore members who were present could not help but feel shocked.
Everyone understands what the lore is.
Under the claws of this fierce tiger, the torn piece is probably not just Tailiu.
Once launched, do your best.
This is a war!
Or, the lore is gone. Or, the lore is a ride. From then on, there is only the first, no second, no third ...

"Kilborn is more breathless than we are."
The atmosphere in the broken meeting room is much easier than the eager reporters in the cold wind outside the fighting hall imagine. The son inherited his father's inheritance and took over the position of the patriarchal patriarch of the mountain stream, but the little Boksal gently blew the floating tea leaves in the teacup with a calm tone.
If it were n’t for the past two years that the mountain stream had always steadily suppressed Tailiu and ranked second in the rankings, almost everyone did not believe that this year was only thirty years old, and only the youth with the title of third-level mech commander Ability to lead a mountain stream.
His calmness is easily seen as incompetence.
However, only the core members of the broken mountain stream know that the biggest difference between Little Boksal and his father, Old Boksal, is that Little Boksal has never been a real fighter. Even if he got the title of the third-level mech commander, the time he spent on mecha control will not exceed one-tenth of the other three-level mech commanders.
In a sense, little Boksal is a real genius.
Unfortunately, he has no interest in mecha control. His interest lies only in the design and manufacture of mecha. He is one of only a few master-level mechanics in the free world.
After the death of old Boksal, he became the new suzerain of Po Shanliu-Po Shanliu has the lowest mecha control level in history. At the same time, it is also the most respected suzerain in the history of the broken mountain stream.
No one dared to underestimate Boksal. His insight, vision, and calculations made the mountain design flourish at the same time that he led the design and manufacture of mechas. On the other hand, he had greatly improved and improved the genre's mecha control techniques. Everyone is convinced by mouth.
Also after a night of discussion, at this moment, it was time to make a decision to break the mountain stream.
"It's just a matter of playing at the museum." Little Boksal never seemed to have the sense of honor as a pilot: "Let the lore go ahead. Anyway, their ranking is in front of us. The first genre, There must be the first consciousness. "
In a burst of laughter, Little Boksal looked out of the window that was gradually lit up, staring at the gradually clear buildings in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "I estimate that this time it is impossible to solve the contradiction by the traditional challenge. After operating for so long, since tearing his face, it is immediately an endless situation. After the announcement, the broken military camps are ready to fight. "
"Yes!"
After a brief hustle and bustle, the meeting room fell into an unspeakable silence.
In the free world, which forces do not have a foundation?
Long-term weak meat and strong food make everyone understand how to protect themselves in this world.
The Nine-Road Broken Barracks is a militarized organization that breaks mountains and streams.
Inside, there are selected children of several generations of the family who have been in the mountains. Their loyalty and their fighting power are beyond doubt.
But is it really time to use them?

When the stellar light once again circulated around Freedom Square, the pioneers statues with different expressions and smooth lines were covered with a golden haze, Mars Central City woke up in the early morning.
It seems that in a blink of an eye, the ribbons in the midair of the city are generally on the cold, suspended highways, and the flying cars are gathered into a flowing traffic. The shops on both sides of the street opened the door, and crowds of people rushing out of the space city hurriedly rushed along the street.
The fully automatic breakfast shop is already full of people. The expeditionary spaceship that has set off early is ready to take off. Merchant ships in the space port flow in and out endlessly, and huge mechanical swing arms lift each separate cargo cabin from the space transport ship to the wharf, which is then loaded and unloaded by the transport armor. Several loud assembly numbers sounded, and mercenary bases distributed around the city have already begun training collections, and some clubs have also burned their words.
War has not yet had any impact on this noisy world. People still live as usual.
Without resources, everything in Mars Freeport can only be maintained by the planet ’s special geographic location on the waterway.
Transport ships filled with ore, solid energy blocks, and various substances are gathered here, processed into various products by free-world enterprises, and then transported out. These products include organic armor, ships, weapons, food, and light industrial products. There are many varieties.
There are many industries in Mars Freeport that are top in the universe. For example, a hand-made shoe workshop in a few streets in the south of the central city. Many wealthy people from all over the world even sent people to fly in craft shops to order leather shoes. Of course, the most famous is the private mecha manufacturing industry, which is guided by the private mecha genre.
The free social form has shaped the prosperity of Mars Freeport. In the free world, there is no embargo. If you are not afraid of being hacked, even if you are transporting a whole ship of drugs, no one here controls you.
Therefore, today, when the war broke out in an all-round way, it has also become the center for the collection of customs clearance ships that transport strategic materials from various countries.
As the saying goes, people have no windfalls, no rich horses, no night grass, no fat. The more blocked the country, the easier it is to make money. For example, the current Lerei Federation and the Republic of Gacharin have been severely deprived of materials that have been relying on trade imports due to the tight borders sealed by the Western Treaty countries such as Desik, Sousse and Jepen.
Whether it is machinery, energy blocks, or electronic products, metal raw materials, food and medicine. As long as it can be transported into a ship, it can immediately obtain profits that are ten times or even tens of times higher than the value of the transport ship itself.
This kind of profit is enough for most people to take the risk of losing their lives. For smugglers and business groups in the free world, such opportunities are rare. All of their lives are to let go when such an opportunity comes.
This is Freeport. Relying on free trade, manufacturing and adventure, gambling, fighting, and looting for a living every day is the life of Freeporters.
On the surface, today is still an ordinary day. However, as long as you observe carefully, you will find that there are more dignified and excited expressions on the faces of people coming and going.
Whether it's on the street, in a shopping mall, office building, or port on a factory floor, whether it's a clerical worker or a sweaty worker, the same topic is being discussed. People who know each other meet and say hello, even if it is too late to say a few words, they will exchange some meaningful meaning in their eyes.
In this era, there are many messages that can spread throughout the planet in just a few minutes or even seconds.
Now, no one doesn't know about Tai Liulian's playing in the Nine Pavilion. This explosive news has completely alarmed the entire free world.
It's dignified because everyone knows that the genre disputes and the reshuffle of the free world should come. And excitement is a common question.
Will the nine schools being kicked back?
This question actually has an answer.
The feature on the Mars Express has been read and read by everyone. Since the first matchup against the thousand military forces, the chubby director of the Tailiu Puluo branch has not given any chance to other schools. He just took more than one hundred members of Tailiu, one by one to find the door to beat the opponent. No matter what technical style or level of opponent he faces, he only speaks two words.
"Kick the pavilion."
In nine pavilions and eight games, the fat man didn't have any fancy moves at all. After getting on the mech, he rounded up the robotic arm and slammed it. There are at least three fighters in the museum, and there is no fighting back. He was smashed and beaten alive by a straight blow. Either the second-level commander or the first-level commander, just in front of him, is just a group of gray-faced turkey dogs.
All the mecha pavilions on the first avenue in Provincial Town were blocked by one person after another.
Thousands of people gathered on the first avenue at that time can only watch the people of Tailiu rush into a mech pavilion. When they came out after a while, the kicked mech pavilion immediately closed the door and put out the sign The lights will turn the green indicator light representing business into a white indicator light representing the closure.
It can be said that this is Tailiu's slap in the face of all self-orthodox mecha genres.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for a conflict that is destined to erupt, Shi Shitian shocked.
To the south of Freedom Square in the center city is a small round square.
A bronze knight statue stands in the central fountain of the small square surrounded by the Gothic church and several red-spired buildings. The Warhorse stood up and hissed. The immediate knight was straight like a cypress, wearing a triangular cap characteristic of Mars Freeport, and his gaze was firm. In his hand, a flying flag points to the distance.
Behind the bronze knight is a small goose building. The small building is a typical Mars-style building. The yellow brick wall outside is not neat, but it has a unique charm. The overall line is square and simple, decorated with a few white borders, bright and quiet. This is the name of Mars Freeport's highest authority-the seat of the Freeport Government.
In the octagonal office on the third floor of the small building, Mars Chief Executive Selvor sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hands and frowned. In such a posture, he has kept it unconsciously for a long time. The reasons are all in the Mars Express in front.
"It's finally messed up." Selvor seemed puzzled. Gradually, his eyebrows spread out and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Time, has it?"
In the office, dozens of well-dressed men stood in front of Selwo quietly. Although there were many people, there was no sound in the whole office.
Some of these people are some of the top brokers in the trading floor, some are the president of a mecha manufacturing company, and some are the leader of a well-known mercenary, the leader of the pirates. Almost everyone is a party in all walks of life. However, at the moment, in the eyes of these stomping free worlds who will tremble, the world seems to be the only one who is not tall.
Here, they have only one identity. That is a member of the Northern Business Alliance! This identity was given to them by Selwall, and it is also the basis for their foothold in the free world.
The Northern Business Alliance is the first of the five major business alliances in Mars Freeport. There are countless commercial fleets, manufacturing companies and security groups under its ownership. Three years ago, the president of the Union, Selwall, won the ruling power of Mars Freeport through sky-high bidding, which became a great anecdote at the time.
As we all know, in the free world, the so-called ruling power is just another name for the right to preserve life. It is basically the party that loses in the race of the major forces to obtain this right. Participating in the auction itself means lowering your posture and admitting defeat. The major departments of the Freeport and the military are infiltrated and controlled by the major forces. The ruling coalition has no advantage except a part of tax compensation and a neutral position except for four years.
For the Northern Business Alliance, which is in full swing, bidding for the ruling power is simply an unreasonable decision.
However, the large group of Northern Alliance has no objection to Selvor's decision. Facing the confusion of the outside world, the spokesperson of the North Alliance only said lightly: "The North Alliance does not want to put its energy into any battle that is not conducive to the unity of the free world. Our bid for the ruling power is not forced by anyone. No one can force us. In addition to announcing a neutral attitude, we hope that we can make a due return for Freeport. "
No one was taken seriously by the spokesperson. This world believes in demand. Give back a fart!
There is speculation that there is some kind of crisis within the North Union. In order to prevent the crisis from being used by other forces in the next four years, they occupied the free, well-recognized and protected neutral position ahead of time. At that time, it used to be a method commonly used by many associations or enterprises.
This speculation was forgotten a year later.
There does not seem to be any dissonant voice within the North Union. On the contrary, all members of this organization are still tightly controlled by the elegant and aristocratic and approachable president named Selwoor. Their caravans are all over the universe, their security regiments are strong, and their shipyards, their mecha manufacturing companies, still produce the most advanced ships and mechas. In all walks of life, there is a giant figure of North Union.
After the outbreak of war, the benefits obtained by the North Union through the ruling power, while making everyone jealous, finally understood the far-sighted vision of the North Union to win the ruling power.
In addition to the large number of refugees flooding into the free world and the various taxes that made the North Union soft, the customs clearance, smuggling of ships, and the gathering of pirates also brought free port trade to an unprecedented level. Every day, the tens of billions of billions of transactions in the free trade hall only show one thing, that is, the gains from the North Union cluster.
More importantly, when the trade, tax, transportation, defense, public security, port management and other jurisdictions of a local government are concentrated in the hands of an organization, no one can gain much benefit from the industry under the name of the organization. It can be said clearly.
Even with these rights, many of them were only nominal.
Anyway, what people know is that the best advanced ships in the port are always the merchant ships of the North Union. On the fairway, the safest ship is also a NATO ship. In the trading floor, it is the North Union that controls resource allocation and supply. The biggest benefit of business cooperation with other countries is the North Alliance.
In Selvor's hands, those rights that were originally scattered and don't care much, not only became hot after the outbreak of war, but also gradually gathered in the hands of North Alliance. The strength of the North Alliance guarantees the implementation of these rights. And their silent neutrality and the use of power have made the major forces and alliances completely lose their temper and can only compete to cooperate with them.
At this time, no one wants to offend the North Alliance. If you do n’t want to suddenly find that you have many more competitors and fewer business partners, you do n’t want your own ship to go to the port, you do n’t want to store your cargo for improper detention or delay, and you do n’t want taxes, transactions, and capital accounts At the critical moment some small, but enough faults to change the ending. Well, you'd better not easily provoke the North Alliance.
At this time, Selvor's reputation has reached an admirable height both within the North Union and throughout the Free Port. People suddenly found out that the ruling power can still play like this. It turns out that the implementation of certain rights does not require turning over with other forces. Sometimes, the benefits of cooperation are greater than before.
No one knows when people admire Selwall's vision. The day when Selvor made this decision was not three years ago, but twenty years ago-when he was sent to Mars Freeport to run a small shipyard, he was already ready to become Mar. The preparation of the Chief Executive of Sri Lanka Freeport.
Selvor is not a prophet, nor is it a prophet or a traverser from the future. What he cared about was not a benefit, nor a conventional neutral position. What he needs is a name-a name that sweeps away all opposition forces and rules the free world!
At the beginning of the war between Gacharin and Lere, Selwall knew that the opportunity he had waited for many years had arrived.
Descendants of the royal family that have been left in the world have been waiting for this day to come.
Selwall photographed the ruling power. With a neutral attitude, the Northern Business Alliance was freed from the struggle between those schools. For Selvor, these rules of the free world are simply a joke. Those ridiculous mecha schools rely on traditions that are incompatible with the world to control the world.
In fact, they are just a bunch of bitches. A group of who gathered a bunch of prostitutes for jealousy! In front of absolute strength, the only thing these can do is take off their pants.
In the past three years, the Northern Business Alliance has already used the ruling power quietly and extended its tentacles to the entire free world. Now, two-fifths of the army in Mars Freeport is under the absolute control of the Northern Business Alliance. A considerable part of the free docks and space stations in the galaxies all over the waterway is also in the hands of the Northern Business Alliance.
If it is said that the genre forces are just a combination of various groups for a certain position and interests. Well, the Northern Alliance, under the management of Selwall, has become a closely-structured paramilitary organization. The core members of the alliance are directly controlled by Selwall. Every sentence he said must be the most strictly enforced order.
The most important thing is that the Northern Business Alliance has reached an agreement with the Sousse Empire. For the Sioux Empire, during wartime, such an organization that occupies the name and power becomes an ally and guarantees the stability and safety of the free world waterway.
Selvor has been waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity for the ridiculous genres of the free world to kill each other. Obviously, now, this opportunity has arrived.
Selvor drank the coffee in the cup and gave his first command to rule the free world without lifting his eyelids.
The instructions are simple. There are only four short words.
"Fall down the stone."

On the silent dining table, Helen gently drank the white porridge. From time to time, he lifted his eyelids to see the fat man sitting opposite.
The fat man with five finger prints on his left cheek looked calm, eating breakfast casually. Seeing Helen looking at herself, she handed an inquiring look and asked, "Why, what's the matter?"
Helen hated her teeth and wanted to put five more fingerprints on the fat man's right cheek.
I have seen those who do not know how to be ashamed; The fat man was caught by himself, and he even dared to ask if he didn't like to wear clothes! Slap in the face, with five finger prints on the half of the face, so nothing happened, as if nothing had happened.
"Bah, rogue!" Helen took a sip.
Fatty's once heroic image has already completely collapsed. Now, gradually accepting a completely different image of Helen, he doesn't know what it feels like in his heart.
It's no good to meet this fat man. He used to hug him accidentally on the Blue Rose. Now, he has been seen again ...
Thinking of the expression in the bathroom, when the fat man asked himself in surprise, Helen felt that his cheeks were hot-he stood there dumbfounded to see him full.
Suddenly distracted, a fat voice came from my ear in surprise: "Huh? Why is your face so red?"
If it weren't for the knock on the door, the white porridge in Helen's hands had already been poured out.
The fat man opened the door.
Outside the door, stood the third elder Sankey, who also wore bone cuffs.
Behind Sankey are two middle-aged people in their forties. One of them is slightly thinner, and like a fat man, is also a yellow race. From the person's body, the fat man could see a powerful spirit at a glance.
The fat man wanted to teleport, no need to ask, this is Tailiu's town hall of war-Seven Elder Wei Weishan. The fat-faced, balding man beside Wei Jianshan was naturally the fourth elder Jeffrey.
In Barbarossa ’s intelligence, the three elders Sanchi, the fourth elder Jeffrey and the seven elder Wei Jianshan are the traditional forces of Tailiu. As early as Tailiu or Sanliu, these three were the youngest disciples of Tailiu. If it wasn't the fourth elder Jeffrey who dismissed the intrigue, how could the curator's position not fall into Cooper's hands.
The fat man knew that these three people had already arrived at the Pro Branch as early as last night. With such a big mess, they can wait until this time to meet with themselves. Obviously, they are ready to go.
"Three elders!" The fat man's acting has always been said, and there are surprises in his eyes: "How come you come, hurry ... Come in and sit down."
The fat man took Sangji to the room enthusiastically. Those who don't know, think they know something in other countries. Without knowing it, the night before yesterday, he pinched the thumb of others.
"Hehe." Sang Ji smiled slightly, freed the fat man's hand, and said lightly: "Should I call you Elder Guo or General Tian?"
With a clatter, Helen shattered the bowl in his hand.
"This prodigal girl." The fat man was okay, and he laughed: "It doesn't matter what you call it, what's the relationship. Who are we?"
Helen was almost insane in the room with ears in a panic. The identity was taken out, why did this fat man smile?
Sangji looked weird, and Jeffrey and Wei Jianshan stared at each other for a moment. They have seen more people on weekdays, but have never seen such a guy. As if the identity had been taken apart, it was such a trivial and trivial matter that I didn't care. The thick skin is simply unbeatable.
"Then call you General Tian." Of the three, it was clearly headed by Jeffrey. This kind-looking man already had a big belly, and the middle-aged man smiled slightly and walked into the room first.
"Good morning." Jeffrey, who walked into the room, gracefully bent over Helen and smiled, "It's a flower of Lerei, Miss Helen really is a heavenly country."
Seeing the three elders running in, Helen was helpless to stand up and nodded, turned his head to look at the fat man, but he saw that this guy was still grinning, not at all nervous.
"I can't think of it ..." After sitting down, he looked coldly at Ryuzenyama and said coldly to the fat man: "The eleven elders invited by the director of Cooper with special authority turned out to be the prestigious Lere Federation Federal Hero. Kill Gandy, abandon Monroe, and seal the Nine Pavilion within six hours. I do n’t know which one General Tian sang out of?
The fat man smiled. This person sees the name of Ryuzan, without any slight twists and turns, as soon as he enters the door, he opens the door.
Now that the skylight has been opened, the fat man is too lazy to verbosely light a cigarette and asks: "Where will we sing? We will talk about it later, I don't know how the three of us know our identity."
"Dragon has a dragon road, rats have a rat road." Jeffrey smiled and said: "Other people may not know you, but it is not difficult for us. Since we know you, naturally we know Miss Helen Identity. What we do n’t understand is, in your identity, what would you do to surrender Tailiu to be an elder. "
"I heard that Tailiu wanted to join forces with Siyo." Fatty said: "I'll just stir up a game."
As soon as these words were spoken, the three elders froze at the same time.
Since they learned yesterday that the Fat Man Kicked the Nine Pavilion, they arrived at the Pro Branch immediately.
Then, the three men shut themselves in the room and watched the video of the kick hall for one night.
The more they look, the more shocked and excited they are. Later, after knowing the identity of the fat man through a certain channel, their first reaction was that Cooper and Feimeng came together. But immediately, this guess was rejected by another news.
Therefore, before coming here, they already knew that the fat man and Cooper were not together. I also know that this time it was not Cooper ’s advice.
Knowing yourself and knowing each other is a battle. Now that he knows the identity of the fat man, he knows the relationship between him and Cooper. Although the three elders did not understand the fat man's attempt, there was already some speculation. Therefore, under some consideration, they decided to meet the fat man.
Who knows not to say a word, the fat man unequivocally confirmed their guess.
This answer caught all three by surprise. You know, they are all Tailiu people. What is safeguarded must also be the interests of Tailiu.
If you have done something bad and you are so straightforward in front of the victim, I am afraid there is only one fat man in this world.
"What do you mean?" Jeffrey's complexion turned black first, and he stood on the table. "So, you're in trouble with us in Tailiu!"
Jeffrey's suddenly raised voice scared Helen pale.
After all, there are few similar experiences. Helen found that his courage did not seem to be as big as previously thought.
Immediately, she heard the fat man's crazy answer: "Why don't you mess with me?"
Helen's heart had already mentioned his throat.
However, there was no violent conflict in the living room, but a silence.
Only the fat man, still unaware of life and death: "What are you doing staring at me, jealous that I look cooler than you?"
a long time.....
Jeffrey said coldly: "Do you know, as long as I call here, you immediately die without a burial place!"
"Yes." The fat man's voice remained unhurried.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid!"
"Then how do you ..." Jeffrey looked at the fat man as if he saw an idiot.
Fat man chirped, without raising his head: "Do not worry, I don't want you to call out, none of you three have the opportunity to make any sound ..."
"Ridiculous!" Long Jianshan clapped the table, and Sangji also stood up at the same time.
Jeffrey shouted: "I'll ........."
The words didn't fall, and the fat man nestled in the sofa suddenly jumped up. Lightning probing hand scratched a slap on his throat, then he stepped sideways with his toes, and slammed against Sankey's throat .. ...
This kick came to an extreme. The three of Jeffrey stood blankly, sweating, soaking their clothes. If it was n’t for the fat guys to keep their hands, then their throats could not make any sound at this time.
"Soon ..." Jeffrey swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. "You can kill two at the same time, but we have three."
It was also that the words had just fallen, and the three elders felt only a flower in front of them. The toes of the fat man phantomly clicked on Wei Jianshan's throat knot, and then came back to Sanji's throat.
Jeffrey slowly sat on the sofa.
He knows that if the fat man wants to start, he can definitely kill himself and three people in an instant.
This fat man has no fear at all.
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