Counterfeit Hero

In the nightclub, everyone looked at the fat man, wondering why.

Everyone here knew Friedrich. Knowing that this old man is a figure similar to a general manager next to Barbara, the underground power he controls is quite terrifying. Even if he does not have any official position, he can make most dignitaries respectfully tremble in front of him.

The fat man caught this man, and no one had any doubts at first. After all, he was a key figure in the opposing camp. Even if he didn't expect to get some information from him, it would still be a heavy blow to Barbara and Miller.

Friedrich, who originally appeared at the door with a swagger, almost demonstrating, was finally carried into the nightclub by the fat man like he was catching an old rabbit. This slap in the face would make anyone blush with shame and anger.

But no one expected that the fat man called Friedrich another name, and furthermore, mentioned a tragedy that happened twenty years ago.

Seeing the fat man's bloodshot eyes, and seeing Margaret and An Lei's expressions instantly turning serious, an invisible atmosphere quickly infected everyone around them, and everyone looked at each other in shock. They all realize that things may not be as simple as what they see on the surface!

"General Tian" Friedrich stood up, wiped the water droplets from his face, arranged his hair again, and said calmly: "I think. Maybe I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is George Mann." Riderich, you can call me Friedrich, or you can call me old George."

"Are you sure you want to tell me these nonsense?" The fat man crossed his arms and looked at Friedrich with a sneer.

His eyes were like sharp knives, constantly wandering around the key parts of Friedrich's body. That was the most basic knowledge of the human body as a special forces soldier. Every special forces soldier knew what parts of the opponent's body it would be inappropriate to hit. It's fatal, but it's so painful that you want to die.

This is the simplest and most direct way to get a caught tongue on the battlefield to reveal information within a few minutes. Friedrich smiled, but half of his cheeks were red and swollen, so his smile really couldn't show the graceful demeanor of an old gentleman.

"I don't understand. The cunning in his eyes flashed away. Just as he shook his head and opened his mouth, the fat man slapped him in the face with his backhand, knocking his words into his throat.

"Let's continue playing." Fatty said coldly.

Friedrich covered his face in pain, and his heart began to sink. With his experience, how could he not see what was happening in front of him? How arrogant the fat man is.

If you don't tell the truth, this guy who doesn't care about his own image won't care how many handsome young men and how many beautiful girls around him look at him with wide eyes.

He will stage a bloody drama of forced confessions in full view of the public until he pries your mouth open and gets what he wants. If you want to delay or lie, then be prepared to be beaten to death by this graceless guy!

"You really got the wrong person. General Tian Friedrich quickly showed the frail state of an old man. His body was hunched, and his eyes were full of innocence and pain, which made people sympathize.

"You must have hit the wrong person now!"

The fat man punched the diaphragm between Friedrich's chest and abdomen. The protruding middle finger joint was like a hard steel finger guard, sinking hard into the flesh.

A scream that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly sounded out with the punch. Friedrich was trembling with pain, and his whole face was deformed due to the extreme pain.

However, the fat man had no intention of stopping. He grabbed Friedrich's collar with his left hand and slammed him down to the edge of the solid and heavy platform, making a muffled sound. And his right hand was like punching a sandbag, hitting Friedrich hard one after another.

His punches were not very fast, but they were extremely hard.

Each punch was as precise as a scalpel, hitting only the most vulnerable and painful parts of the human body. Every punch landed would force an unbearable howl of pain from Friedrich's throat.

Many girls next to him had turned their heads and covered their ears, not daring to watch or listen any more. But. The dull sound of the fist hitting the vagina and the scream that could pierce everything were like magic sounds entering the brain, no matter how hard it was blocked, it could not be blocked.

After a while, Friedrich couldn't even scream. Although he fainted for a time, every time Fatty pinched one of his acupuncture points, he would wake up quickly.

It was a living execution-style beating. When the fat man's fist stopped, Friedrich had collapsed into a ball of soft mud. In his throat, he could only make a sound of inhaling. His tears, nose, nose, and even feces and urine were completely incontinent, and his whole body exuded a stench.

"Twenty years, one spaceship, hundreds of lives, including my parents." The fat man was trembling all over, holding on to Friedrich's collar.

The truth about Erfeng years ago is in the mouth of the person in front of me.

So close, yet so far away.

That kind of pain of losing his parents, that kind of inhuman torture, which had been accumulated for twenty years, suddenly burst out at this moment, making him unable to control himself at all.

"Xiao Jian! Come here. In my memory, my mother's beautiful face that was angry but concealed her smile appeared before my eyes like a movie scene: "Little bastard, don't harass the little sister."

"You little pervert, you really embarrass me!" The father seemed to be covering his face, mouthing in pain... and shaking his head. His face looked dumbfounded and embarrassed.

"It's not all inherited from you!" the little mother twisted her father's arm.

In a sunny and green garden in the middle of the street, a fat little boy was following a beautiful little girl, shamelessly trying to hold the little girl's hand again and again, completely ignoring her. The girl's parents looked like they were about to burst into flames. "Mom, why do I have a baby and An Lei doesn't?" The fat man in the living room ran to the large group of people chatting, unzipped his pants, lowered his head and looked inside, and asked.

Little fat man, do you have the guts to ask this kind of question again?" The mother was going crazy.

"Pfft!" My father, who was drinking tea, suddenly spurted out amidst bursts of laughter from his friends. Simply ashamed. .

"Xiao Jian. In the lonely living room, a fat Middle Eastern man sat next to the little boy, his voice trembling: "That was an accident, just an accident."

Beside, a woman was wiping her tears, holding a little girl in her hand who was looking at the boy intently.

The little boy in the amusement park stared blankly at the laughing crowd.

Under the colorful lights, the children held their parents' hands, laughing, crying, or spinning on the wooden horse.

After all, the chubby little boy never held the hands of those beautiful little girls. He suddenly started crying, wiped his tears and went home, shut himself in a room with all the lights on but no sound, covered his head with a quilt, and cried until he fell asleep in that small and warm space.

Every scene that I can remember is replayed in my mind. Every scene is so heartbreaking.

Looking at the face in front of him that was completely different from the one in the photo, yet unforgettable, Fatty needed to use all his strength to control his urge to beat him to death.

He gritted his teeth. The honest face turned extremely ferocious at this moment.

"I don't care about anything else. As long as you don't tell the truth for a day, I will torture you for a day. You won't be able to die even if you want to. I will use the cruelest means in the world to make you regret why you left the spacecraft that day. Instead of Die with them!"

When he said this, the fat man was trembling all over.

There was dead silence in the nightclub. Although they didn't know what was going on, everyone present could really feel the pain from the fat man's appearance and his voice, and see his soul that was almost struggling in the fire.

An Lei reached out and grabbed the corner of Fatty's clothes. A slender and white hand, with light blue veins visible due to exertion.

No one anymore. She understands the reasons better than she does, and understands Fatty better.

Children are everything to their parents, and parents are everything to their children. When they lose each other, neither the living nor the dead can bear the pain.

At the last moment of their lives, the last thought in the minds of the fat man's father and mother must be their own children.

They died, their thoughts annihilated in the fireworks of the universe, and Fatty had to bear this pain alone. In every lonely night, in every happy festival, it's like a needle prick!

How cruel this is to a child who is over six years old!

Moreover, Fatty had always thought that this was an accident and was convinced of it. It is conceivable that when he knew that this was actually a murder and caught the person who knew the truth and was most likely the murderer in the vast sea of ​​people, his emotional defenses would collapse in an instant.

His eyes were already red and he didn't care about anything.

As long as he can know who killed his parents, as long as he can find the truth about twenty years of pain, he can do anything, even if it makes him the enemy of the whole world!

In the silence, only Friedrich's moans could be heard.

This old man, who had always maintained his scholarly demeanor, had completely collapsed under the fat man's fist. That annoyingly stubborn face that tried its best to remain reserved and calm, communicated through tears.

However, his mouth was always closed tightly. Although he fainted and was pinched awake by the fat man, and although he moaned and gasped in extreme pain from time to time, he never said a word from beginning to end, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be completely stupid.

"Have you been trained to force confessions?" The fat man laughed and looked directly into his eyes: "The people I know best about dealing with are people like you. You can tell me!"

. Don't call me romantic or romantic, I just still have a little enthusiasm and emotion, and I have not become cold-blooded and indifferent in real society.

I have feelings about family ties. I remember that I went to attend a person's funeral, and we were not really friends. We were just in contact with him through work a long time ago. That time, when I saw his daughter, who was still in elementary school, holding his portrait, my heart felt like it was being tugged hard. It still remains in my memory until now.

I think the last thought in Fatty's parents' minds was when they left. It must be him.

Thank you everyone for your monthly votes. I just got home and quickly uploaded this chapter. I am currently coding the second chapter.

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