Counterfeit Hero

Smoking a cigarette on the roof, the fat man held the cigarette butt and flicked it with two fingers. When the fiery red dot rolled and drew an arc, it accurately fell into a hole with a diameter of less than ten centimeters in the rainwater pipe five meters away, making a soft chirping sound. He waved his fist and beamed with pride.

Just when he raised his head and was about to shout at the little kid on the platform who had already started talking, a voice poured down on his head like a basin of cold water.

"Jiangshe!"

The fat man turned back with drooped eyelids. He saw Helen, who was wearing a suit and high heels, baring her waist, swaying towards him. Behind her were seven or eight sweaty confidential secretaries and staff officers.

"General Tian, ​​these documents need your signature." Helen looked businesslike and stuffed a document into the fat man's arms expressionlessly. The other people behind him also cheered and gathered around, each holding a stack of documents in their hands and staring at the fat man eagerly.

The fat man blinked his eyes, clicked his tongue again, and took the electronic pen from Helen's hand dejectedly. While signing the document, he asked in a low voice: "Why can you find me wherever I hide?"

"I've searched the whole building!" Helen took advantage of the people around her not paying attention and gave the fat man an annoyed look. "Next time you are going to be lazy, are you going to run outside?"

The fat man raised eyebrows and twitched the corners of his mouth, not daring to say anything.

Helen bit her lip, glared at the fat man angrily, took back the signed document and thrust another document into his hand.

Browsing and signing documents almost mechanically, Fatty felt that life was no fun. Since returning to the Lere Federation, Flavio has come to discuss everything with him in the past few days. Even Mihajlovic has acted as if he can retire, leaving his original belongings to him. He gave most of his work to Fatty.

Before he knew it, Fatty had been turned into the host of the daily work of the Leray Federal Military Department. Every day's work consists of either rushing around the major military regions and arranging meetings with the military chiefs of the major fleets, or endless meetings, processing documents, and signing. Even when I went to the toilet, there were people asking for instructions and reporting.

If it weren't for An Lei, Margaret and Fang Xiang, who have rich experience and extraordinary abilities in this area, could help him resist. If it weren't for the secret secretary Helen, who is also an excellent secretary, arrange his work schedule every day and try to be as unconventional as possible. If all the work and schedules that needed to be handled by him were blocked, Fatty probably wouldn't be able to last even one day.

Therefore, sneaking away while working, chatting with little kids, spanking and smoking have become the most enjoyable leisure activities for fat people in recent days. He was originally a sniper, and he also learned a lot of bad stunts. He was good at hiding. Even if Helen stared at him every day, he could slip away in the blink of an eye.

As a result, Helen and the staff below were harmed. In order to find this fat man who had absolutely no sense of self-consciousness as a federal general, a nationwide mobilization was launched in the building several times every day.

So many times when people came to see him for something, the first question they asked when they met was, "Did the general hide today?"

Supervise the fat man to sign all the required documents. After watching everyone leave who were relieved, Helen glanced sideways at the fat man and said, "Okay, Tu Wu's matter is over." At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mars' first transport fleet will arrive. Before that, you have five or six hours at your disposal. "

After she finished speaking, she raised her chin, turned on her tiptoes, swung her graceful and charming hips and walked towards the corridor: "You can do whatever you want during this period, but you fat man, remember it clearly. If you dare to turn off the phone again, watch How can I deal with you?"

"Take care of me? Do you have the ability?" The fat man curled his lips and sneered with disdain, muttering

Goo.

When Helen turned around before walking into the corridor, he quickly put on a sunny smile and waved affectionately.

After his angry and happy eyes disappeared from the door, the fat man turned around and shouted excitedly.

"Butt, let's go!"

"Where are you going?" The little kid who had been looking at the fat man with disdain, his pink face changed faster than the fat man, and he jumped off the platform with a cute smile on his face, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Go to the mecha battle room at the base," the fat man spread his fingers, his eyes bright, "I-feel,

My hand speed is about to break through again. "

"Oh." Butt followed the fat man listlessly, taking the elevator to the underground parking lot. I can't help but complain. The damn fat man has become stupid in fighting. It's rare to come back and he doesn't know how to enjoy life at all!

When he arrived at the parking lot, the fat man calmly stopped the guards who were trying to follow him, chose a rugged N21 military off-road vehicle, flicked the control lever, and rushed out at lightning speed. Driving on the highway in Garipalan, opening the car window and letting the spring wind blow against my face in the sunshine, I really felt a sense of freedom.

The little kid stepped on the seat and stuck his head out of the car window, facing the wind and blowing his curly golden hair. That cupid-like cute angelic face occasionally caused screams from the women in the surrounding cars. So when he entered the city and stopped at the red light, the fat man patted the little kid's head with a doting look on his face, and smiled faintly at the beautiful woman driving a convertible next to him: "My son."

"Fat man, you have black hair!" The beauty obviously failed to recognize the federal hero, curled her lips in disdain, blew a kiss to the little kid, and the flying car roared away.

"I have a lot of blond wives!" The fat man stuck his head out of the car window and shouted angrily. This time, someone among the pedestrians finally recognized him. Everyone stared dumbfounded at the most famous fat man in the Federation, watching him look here and there with a sullen expression on the street where time seemed to have stopped, then retracted his head, started the off-road vehicle, and sped away.

With a whoop, all the cars at the intersection where the fat man parked seemed to come alive, chasing each other in the same direction.

After finally getting rid of the fanatical admirers, Fatty drove the off-road vehicle and carefully made his way out of an alley. The alleyway was filled with cleared bricks and tiles and abandoned flying cars. On the building next to it, the bullet-riddled *** sign was crumbling, and a hole was blown out of the wall by a portable energy cannon or a missile.

Garipalan is one of the only cities in the Lele Federation that has not been invaded by war. Even when the Gacharin Empire landed on Milok, the city remained intact. Except for some areas being bombed several times by fighter planes, Gacharin's army was blocked to the west of Cato City from beginning to end. Being able to get close to the capital of Milok. .

However, when Brody launched a coup, some of Hansford's followers still tried to raise troops in response. Although these small numbers of troops failed to cause any disturbance in Garipalan, many civilians were still killed by stray bullets in the conflict that night. Many buildings in the city were also affected.

The traces on the buildings on both sides of the off-road vehicle driving slowly towards the alley are the traces left from that time

of.

In peaceful times, such scars would probably be repaired by engineering mechas with astonishing efficiency in less than three days. But in the Newton galaxy, which was constantly attacked by the Westerners, the difficult situation made people no longer care about this.

"Go back and let the old man take care of

Your hair has been changed!" The fat man was driving the car, bumping in the narrow passage between the waste, glaring at the little kid, angrily, "What are the aesthetics? Black hair doesn't look good, let's get a golden one. , like a golden retriever. "

The little kid drooped his eyelids, squinted his eyes calmly, and said calmly, "This is designed by Professor Boswell. In addition, Margaret and Helen also have blond hair. How about letting them change it too?" "

The boy suddenly shouted, his eyes suddenly looking towards a waste pile at the entrance of the alley.

"What's going on?" The fat man stopped the car suddenly. He knew that the little kid's eyes integrated with far-sightedness and full-angle scanning were different from his own eyes. As long as his line of sight is not blocked, he can not only see an ant hundreds of kilometers away, but also has a certain degree of perspective ability. You can see the creatures hiding behind the wall through the wall.

Coupled with his ability to quickly infer the volume and mass of an object through its corners, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a humanoid radar.

"Someone!" A sneer appeared on the corner of the kid's mouth.

"Bullshit!" The fat man glanced at the waste pile that was mostly blocked by an abandoned eight-seater flying car. "This is the city center. There is no one anywhere?"

"But there is one guy among these people whose physical data is particularly interesting." The kid laughed sinisterly, turned to look at the fat man and said, "Exactly the same as Hansford!"

The fat man looked at the little kid intently, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"real?"

The little kid raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally understood what Mr. Pi was calling him, and just sneered.

The fat man's hands tightly grasped the control rod of the flying car, and his veins were exposed.

Hansford, the former general of the Leray Army, the commander of the Free System Military District, and the controller of one-fifth of Leray's army, was perhaps the person Fatty wanted to find the most since he returned to the Leray Federation.

Half a year ago, it was this man's collusion with Brody that turned the LeRay Federation upside down overnight. And on the night of the coup and in the following months, a brutal purge was launched.

In this coup, Hansford did not hesitate to kill a completely innocent person in order to find LeRay's senior officials who had been sent to death in advance by Hamilton and Russell. In addition to the thousands of mid-level Leray military officers and government officials who were killed, thousands of civilians who opposed his rule were also killed.

It was a bloody time. The prisons in Leray's central star field and Bermuda star field are full of Leray's elites.

Almost every day, someone is taken away and disappears. Not to mention Hamilton who committed suicide, just talking about the elites of Leray's military and government, we don't know how much they lost. For this country that has been extremely weakened by the war, Hansford, who knows the inside details of Leray, has even greater destructive power than Siyo!

The fat man in the past never thought that one day he would be sitting in an office, engrossed in the endless processing of documents, signing, and holding continuous meetings.

It was precisely because of the pain of this kind of work that he deeply felt what a great loss it was for LeRae to lose Hamilton and those who thought and led this country. To a country, each of these people is far more important than a fat man charging into battle.

The search for Hansford and Brodiger was going on non-stop.

But Fatty didn't expect that when the searchers set their sights on space, betting on several immigrant stars in the Leray central star field, and repeatedly interrogated the captured Hansford men, trying to find them in the list of destroyed battleships, When he was suspected to have died, this man took advantage of the chaos and slipped away to Garipalan.

The fat man opened the weapon trunk of the military flying vehicle and took out a dagger. A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

In this remote and uninhabited alley, hiding behind the rubbish, but being seen by the butt, does this comply with the old saying - the network will be sparse and there will be no leaks!

"Are you alone?" The fat man looked at the little kid.

"Thirteen." The little kid glanced around and said, "There are five in the abandoned warehouse on the left. Three have moved to the door. Two have gone to the second floor and are running towards the window. The pile at the rear right There were two behind the construction debris and five next to Hansford. All had guns."

"Very cautious," the fat man sneered, "a typical guard formation."

"Be careful," the kid sneered, "I can defeat them all by myself!"

"You are so young, you are not allowed to use foul language!" The fat man scolded with a straight face, "You little bastard,

You are so tired, what can I do? Touching breasts? "

"How about I keep Hansford for you?" the little kid said flatteringly.

The fat man squinted at the kid and sneered, "How dare you not even think of leaving the most interesting one to me in the first place?"

"How can that be possible?" The little kid said with a naive smile.

"Let's go, let's meet him." The fat man opened the car door and jumped out of the car. The little kid quickly jumped down and followed the fat man to where Hansford was hiding.

The two of them lowered their heads and walked slowly through the water in the alleyway.

Perhaps because they didn't see the fat man's face, perhaps because they were afraid of being exposed by the gunfire, or perhaps they just couldn't be wary of the two fat men, one big and one small, so the people hiding around them remained silent.

The fat man knew that at least three guns were pointed at his head at the same time. However, he wasn't worried at all. With a kid by his side, as long as the gunman's finger is willing to pull the trigger, the kid will block the bullet with his body and explode the opponent's head at the same time.

Sometimes, having more people doesn’t mean being more powerful. I'm afraid Hansford still doesn't understand this truth.

"It's you?"

When the fat man and the little boy turned around the piled waste, six people appeared in front of them.

The gloomy-looking Hansford occupies himself between the wall and the rubble.

He was wearing a dirty jacket and looked like an ordinary worker. Only when he raised his head and looked at the fat man who slowly turned around the waste and appeared in front of him with the whites of his eyes, showing a vicious light, did he look like the former federal general who had been in a high position for more than ten years!

Just as he screamed, the person next to him quickly raised his gun and aimed at the fat man.

"It's me." The fat man smiled naively and showed the dagger in his hand. "Say, bastard,

How do you want to die? "

, Shameless not to give Zhang Xiaohua’s "No. 1 Mixed Connection in History" chapter recommendation. That kid actually described the old Montenegro demon as a voluptuous beauty with big breasts, fat butt and waist, and a mature woman's body and Lolita thinking. It makes my heart itch, but I don't feel immersed in it. When I think of the name, I feel that the picture at the critical moment cannot be beautiful, only sad.

I still prefer the female sword goddess who comes from the land of women and takes advantage of sleeping with men. Seeking violation.

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