Counterfeit Hero

Beep, after two soft beeps, the flying car deviated from the magnetic metal belt of the main road and found an empty space in the car area to stop.

Boswell no longer doubts the authenticity of the artificial intelligence in front of him. When the flying car performed this action, from the beginning to the end, he and the fat man did not say a word. It was all done by the spherical robot crawling on the driving platform with its butt sticking out and pretending to be the car's mascot.

No matter how highly anthropomorphic the robot is, no matter how seamlessly the humanized program is disguised, it is impossible for the robot to automatically seize control of the flying car without human control.

"I don't understand..." The fat man reached for the car door: "After all, I am coming back after a long absence, and I have to leave again in a few days. I am not allowed to go shopping. What kind of world is this? Are there any human rights?"

"I know you really want to satisfy your vanity!" Boswell stared at the little kid and said to the fat man without looking back, "But if I were you, I wouldn't get off the car!"

The fat man said in shock: "Why, can't I just stand on the street and have a good time?"

For this fat man who has been disliked since childhood, having posters with his own image posted all over the city is something that makes him feel extremely awesome and excited no matter what.

Just imagine that he is standing in front of his poster like a big star, watching people gather around him in surprise and joy to ask for autographs, and Fatty will be extremely happy.

"Shallow!" Boswell glared at the fat man with disdain and felt a headache for a moment. The fat man blinked innocently, reminding Boswell of the headquarters' investigation report on the fat man.

Reporting. There are not only detailed descriptions of other classmates, teachers, and neighbors, but also psychologists. Social behaviorist. A comprehensive review of him by the intelligence community.

Unlike all heroes, from a certain perspective. Tian Xingjian is not a person with mainstream social thoughts. His mind is blurred. In many ways, he still deliberately stayed in his teenage years.

Experience builds character. And the character of the fat man. In the eyes of many experts involved in the investigation, it is a miracle.

It is difficult for children to distinguish right from wrong. Those who have been bullied for a long time will either become a coward with a dark psychology and hide themselves from people's sight, or they will become a person with an equally dark psychology. A cold-blooded rebel who is hostile to society with an extremely violent attitude.

But when he was six years old, both his parents died, no one cared about him, no one taught him, and he grew up alone amid the bullying and rejection of his peers.

This little boy, who is optimistic, timid, but kind enough, has forged an almost crazy armor to protect himself during his long growth. Under this appearance, he minimized the price he paid for his growth.

This boy cannot be recognized by his peers and cannot integrate into society. Under his disguise, he can use voyeurism and various pranks to attract the attention of others unscrupulously to satisfy his growth needs. And when this behavior becomes a norm, the price paid infinitely tends to be zero.

The most typical thing is that after one beating, the fat man will definitely peek ten times to reduce the cost. The parents of those girls were left dumbfounded and helpless.

He can flatter without any psychological pressure, he can flatter, he can roll around and beg for mercy, he can cry whenever he wants, he can run away, he can molest girls in person, he can appear in front of people in a vulgar and despicable way without any psychological burden. He can gain interaction with society at the lowest cost, and he can use the most despicable and shameless way to respond to anyone's harm to him.

This is a kind of survival wisdom. A kind of survival wisdom originating from the eastern peoples of ancient earth, pretending to be stupid and playing games in the world. This kind of wisdom is incomprehensible to other nations.

It is this kind of wisdom that allows Fatty to guard the pure land in his soul. Because, in his heart, he is always in a strong position towards others. When you see him curled up crying at your feet, when you laugh at him, taunt him, and call him an idiot, you don't know that in his eyes, you are just a fool.

Because of his concern, Boswell, who had specifically talked to experts, now understood very well that on the surface, the fat man might have wanted to get out of the car and show off because of vanity. Even his thoughts are the same.

However, in his subconscious mind, what he felt when he suddenly saw himself exposed in public was a serious threat! He got out of the car just to figure out how all this happened. What do you think of yourself in the eyes of others?

Boswell looked lovingly at the fat man who was blinking cutely in front of him, and sighed: "First take a closer look at the people on the street."

"What's wrong?

Hearing this, he looked out the car window. Although the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street had lost some of the bustling crowds, they still echoed the prosperity of the city. After all, this is one of the core commercial districts in the capital city of Ludrit.

A group of female soldiers lined up and marched straight along the street. Several more girls crossed the street, ran onto the bus stop, and stood with the girls just now. Beside them, several middle-aged women and two gray-haired old men were quietly waiting for the bus to arrive.

The traffic lights at the intersection turned green, and flying cars took off on the energy-saving magnetic tape. Pedestrians on both sides of the sidewalk stopped and stood on the side of the road, waiting for the signal. There, there are young girls, female students, aunties, old people and children...

A middle-aged man holding a briefcase walked from the street to the sidewalk. He stood quietly on the edge of the crowd, so eye-catching.

The fat man's eyes moved hard, and he finally understood what Boswell wanted him to see. LeRay Commonwealth, the men of this country, are not on these streets. They were gathered together, put on military uniforms and went to the front lines. Either died on the battlefield, or were about to die.

In the distance, on a light screen bulletin board with continuously scrolling subtitles, names appeared one by one, and then quickly disappeared. The fat man knew that what was rolling rapidly above was the list of dead!

The traffic light changed and the flying traffic stopped. Pedestrians speed across the sidewalk. Apart from the middle-aged man holding a briefcase, there was no other man in the crowd of people passing by.

The middle-aged man disappeared around the corner.

The fat man sat back in his chair quietly. A huge feeling of loss, sadness and helplessness that penetrated his bones swept over him at this moment, peeling off his disguise.

After all, he can't change the world. The Federation has won again and again, but the war is far from over. Men in this country had to put down their jobs and lives, pick up guns, and use their lives to resist the invasion. .

In just over three years, life has been completely changed. Those soldiers who died on the battlefield were the lovers, husbands, sons and fathers of these women. From now on, the lives of these women, the elderly and children will no longer be complete.

Their ordinary and peaceful lives were crushed by the war!

"The Fiji Alliance forces have to prevent West York from attacking the LeRay Federation through the Little Pyrenees and the public galaxy." Boswell said solemnly: "The Federation has already used its greatest strength. The Bermuda Galaxy alone , the federation is overwhelmed with daily sacrifices. Hastings understands, and everyone understands that if LeRae is allowed to suffer a three-pronged attack, in a few months, we will have to recruit female soldiers to the front line!"

The fat man listened silently. He looked at his face on the recruitment poster through the car window and felt weak all over. He wanted to end this war, always had. However, this thought has never been as strong as it is now.

"You should be able to understand." Boswell looked sadly at the pedestrians outside the car window and said slowly: "Perhaps, we cannot solve the economic, political and national conflicts between humans, but at least we should continue Strive for hundreds of years of peace. War is so cruel."

"How to end the war?" Fatty buried his head: "The Federation is just a weakling in the human world that has exhausted all its strength and is at the mercy of others. What's the use of fighting for victory after victory? The war has just begun."

"Yes. Dozens of human countries and hundreds of billions of people were swept away." Boswell's voice sounded a little erratic in Fatty's ears: "Countless soldiers, countless mechas, countless Qing warships. Once this war starts, it will never stop. Only when one side is unable to continue the war can we win peace."

A sad and bitter smile appeared on the fat man's face: "In that case, the Lere Federation will never survive until the end. No matter which side wins the victory between the Fei League and Xiyue, we are all losers!"

"But what if we master the new space jumping technology." Boswell's voice became a little excited: "What if we mastered a supercomputer with artificial intelligence? What if we could use this to integrate Le What about powers other than thunder?”

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Don't use ordinary people's thinking to speculate on fat people. I have said from the beginning that this is a story of laughter and anger during war. When you expect Fatty to become a serious general, you have lost the fun of reading this book.

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