Counterfeit Hero

Heidfield tonight. Destined to have no sleep.

Luxurious flying cars are speeding on the criss-crossing roads, heading to different destinations. The mansions are brightly lit, and there is a constant flow of cars and people.

The conference room was filled with smoke, and the air circulation system needed to be turned on to the maximum to keep the air fresh. Pot after pot of coffee was brewed, and cup after cup of tea was brewed, all of which were always wiped out in a short period of time by people whose eyes were red from the brew.

These dignitaries, who were usually aloof, gathered together and watched this fierce and chaotic battle through the images transmitted from several surveillance satellites that could only be obtained with special permissions.

Some of their faces were solemn, some were gloating, some were shocked, or some were worried.

They discussed, analyzed, speculated, and even argued, spreading all kinds of rumors unknowingly.

Satellite screen, warehouse, cargo. It was ignited and burst into flames. The entire Jiaolong Industrial Zone has turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The fire reflected the sky in the industrial area red, and also reflected the faces of everyone in front of the satellite surveillance screen.

If you just look at the picture, no one would have thought that under the collapsed factories and warehouses in the industrial area, one of the combatants turned out to be only twenty mechas. Their opponents were two entire battalions, plus forty mysterious special mechas.

The superiority and inferiority in numbers did not make the battle one-sided.

On the contrary, the ruins in the Jiaolong Industrial Zone, the violent explosions and the almost violent firefights proved that this was an evenly matched battle.

On the terrace of Muma Mountain Villa, the night breeze blew. Barbara sat quietly in the rocking chair, her figure blending into the night, like a lifeless ghost.

On the door leading from the conference room to the terrace, the glass panes are pure and transparent, as if they are nothing.

Through the glass door, Barbara could clearly see the satellite surveillance screen. You can also see the people in the Kelly family living room on the communication screen.

The night breeze was not strong, but her hands and feet felt cold.

In the warm conference room, the faces of Old Miller and others were extremely ugly. The purple mechas deliberately thrown into the open space after they were destroyed were slaps on their left faces one after another. On the other side of the communication screen, McCarthy and Smith. The excited roars of young people such as Jillian and David were slaps on their right faces.

One after another!

A bone-chilling chill swept through his body. Barbara wrung her fingers vigorously, suppressing her anger, humiliation, and deep and overwhelming feeling of powerlessness.

In order to take revenge and kill the fat man, she had used all the power she could muster at the moment.

She used the hidden Gambhir to declare peace in the name of the president. She used the garrison, in addition to one of Davis's armored regiments, as well as two battalions of Ajlar's Kalamai armored regiment. And in order to deliver a fatal blow, she even dispatched forty [Final Judgment] vehicles!

However, all these efforts have yielded only failure and humiliation.

Barbara bit her lip tightly, a pair of slanted phoenix eyes gleaming with vicious and crazy light.

She couldn't understand.

It was obvious that the fat man was driving a flying car with no combat effectiveness. It was obvious that there were only twenty [Rampage] beside him whose combat power would definitely not be higher than that of [Final Judgment].

But..............

Why, what exploded in the dust and smoke was Aguilar’s ​​god-given sword!

Why was it that the person who was thrown out and humiliated in a way that was close to being exposed was the [Final Judgment] that he originally thought he would be invincible?

That is a super mecha that is more advanced than the Arbitrator technology that Sobol currently has!

Every single one of them. They are all little girls, relying on the resources of the Human Transformation Project and the Binart Empire to extract the essence of creation from thousands of experimental "failures" and almost a huge amount of funds and materials.

Why, that fat man and his gang of militiamen have stronger vitality than cockroaches, but they just can't die? !

Why? !

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"Because it's easy to be fooled by becoming a gift from the gods." In Logic's cockpit, the fat man squeezed between An Lei and Margaret, who were already blushing, and explained seriously.

"Damn it, Fatty, you did it on purpose!" Margaret, whose soft and delicate body was forced to squeeze against the Fatty's body, twisted the Fatty's ears hard, "Don't think I don't know, logic can be changed at will as long as there is a structural diagram. . The reason why you chose God’s Gift instead of the long sword is because the cockpit of this kind of mecha is small!”….

"Really?" The fat man suddenly realized.

Seeing Margaret's anger, An Lei on the side covered her face with her hands, her flowers trembling.

At this moment, Logic, who didn't look so shabby in appearance, was mingling with a group of Feiyang mechas to help rescue the wounded. The fat man was holding an injured Feiyang fighter in one hand and running like crazy.

The doctors and nurses next to the medical mecha rushed over and hurriedly took over the wounded.

Facing the water handed to the cockpit by a beautiful female nurse, the fat man waved his hand majestically, turned around and threw himself into the sea of ​​burning fire and collapsed houses, leaving only a tall figure behind.

Until they were very far away, An Lei and Margaret could still see the obsessed and admiring eyes of the pretty female nurse standing quietly behind them through the screen of the observer.

"Damn fat man, how long are you going to play?"

Margaret almost went crazy when she saw the fat man quietly sneaking into a Feiyang mecha team, rummaging around, searching for the "flying car".

"It's just... passed now, it's still early before dawn." The fat man looked at the time. "We're so sorry for going to bed so early."

Logic, who was at the end of the line, lifted up a brick on the roadside. Looking carefully.

If the Feiyang fighter in front turned around at this time, he would probably go crazy. Instead of looking for a flying car, we are looking for cockroaches!

"I'm sleepy." Margaret tilted her head on the fat man's arm angrily. She really didn't have the energy to continue talking to this evil bastard.

After only two seconds, Margaret started laughing. She tilted her head and found An Lei on the other side of the fat man, looking at her quietly with a pair of watery eyes. When their eyes met, she couldn't help but burst into laughter: "If Barbara knew that we were like this, she would be pissed to death!"

Hearing Barbara's name, An Lei, who had always been as gentle as water, turned cold. And the honest face of the fat man next to her showed a hint of hatred that could not be concealed.

"So angry? She can't enjoy such a cheap way to die!"

The fat man said calmly.

There was no harshness or any fierce tone, as if he was just stating a fact that could not cause any emotional fluctuations.

However, in the eyes of An Lei and Margaret, at this time, he was like an honest citizen who had been oppressed to the extreme. He finally broke out in fear, cowardice and silence, and went crazy towards the strong men who beat him. He waved the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Tonight is not over yet," his eyes danced in the fire. "I'm going to humiliate her slowly!"

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Twenty bandits were on the rampage, wandering in the firelight and darkness.

If it is on a frontal battlefield where armored groups are galloping. Hengxing may just be a sharper knife and a stronger shield. However, in such a hunting ground, Hengxing is a dagger in the darkness, a hidden arrow that pierces the air. Every time he makes a move, he will definitely see blood!

The mecha's engine power, attack power, defense power and other performance are not the absolute factors that determine combat effectiveness.

If you can't see your opponent, and if you don't react until your opponent is already close to you, you won't be able to resist even if you're driving a thirteenth or even fifteenth generation mecha.

That's twenty devils...twenty with cloaking technology. The devil of Hummingbird auxiliary thruster technology and magnetometer technology!

They are the most dangerous weapons in the dark.

And those who drive and control them are the world's top mecha warriors, and they are also terrorists who have followed a fat man with unrestrained imagination and learned countless insidious combat methods to get in the way of sap!

They can easily disappear into the dust and darkness with their stealth coating technology and hummingbird thrusters.

In an environment with poor visibility, you would never know that the dusty wall opposite and the machine covered with broken bricks and tiles in front of it was actually a mecha.

You don't even know that a black devil is hiding in a place that you think is insurmountable and cannot be hidden by mechas, spying on you.

They can use this technology to disappear, and they can also use these technologies to suddenly appear in front of you, as fast as lightning, and as fast as thunder, killing everyone including you in the time when your eyelids only have time to blink. The mecha immediately disappeared without a trace.

Like a ghost. ….

The sharp increase in casualties caused the Kalamai Armored Regiment to shrink its formation and avoid acting alone.

The destruction of several mechas in succession also made those purple mechas more vigilant. Under the orders of their commander, they formed a small group of five vehicles and cooperated in combat.

The battle has now entered a new stage.

Hargrove, lurking quietly at the open door of a warehouse. Half of the horizontal machine is integrated into the wall beside the warehouse, while the other half changes the scene of the goods and passages inside the warehouse, like a transparent fish.

In the distance, there was a rush of footsteps and the explosion of an energy cannon hitting the ground.

"Here we come!" Wagstaff's voice came from the communicator.

Hargrove listened to several rapid breathing sounds that appeared almost simultaneously on the communication channel, licked his lips, and stared like a wolf at the road corner not far in front of the warehouse.

"Mountbatten and I killed three together, what about you?"

"Both of me."

"I am the only one."

"Blackman and I have the most, six!"

"Everything is hidden?"

"Of course, just wait for the fat man's order and throw them out together with those grandsons."

"Tell me, where did these purple guys come from?" Monson's voice sounded in the communicator: "The feeling of fighting is very similar to those elites with better skills in the Arbiter."

"Who knows! Never mind him!" Hargrove said coldly.

In the field of vision, a car running away while fighting has appeared. Behind Hengxing were five purple mechas.

Two of them were chasing him, while the other three were leaping and galloping all the way, guarding the two wings.

Hargrove's hand was tightly holding the control rod of the mecha. He watched his opponent approach the ambush circle step by step and spat fiercely: "It's rare to see Fatty Commander so angry..." Since he gave the order, we will kill him!"

The mecha suddenly swept out of the lurking point.

"They are all going to die!"

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. Everyone’s monthly tickets are very, very, very, very powerful! ! ! ! Let us work hard and charge upward! Go, go, go!

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