Counterfeit Hero

Guan Cheng is a small clerk. The kind of clerk who looks weak, is honest, has ideals but doesn't have much ambition, is somewhat capable but not outstanding enough in terms of IQ and emotional intelligence, but falls just short of it. He can get along well with others but can't make ends meet. There are many such people on the streets of the city. They seem to have the same appearance, the same clothing taste, the same taciturn character and even the same life trajectory. They pass you silently. Or appear among your friends at a party, sit quietly with a shy and eager smile, and watch others talk and laugh. Usually when the party lasts until late at night, he will receive a call from home and then say goodbye in a hurry and embarrassment. However, it may be that one day, when he is extremely depressed, he will inexplicably get himself drunk, and then beat his chest with drunken eyes, brag, talk nonsense, cry or laugh. And when he wakes up, if he doesn't remember anything, he will still be the shy clerk. If he unfortunately remembers how ugly he was when he was drunk, he will feel very embarrassed and disappear from your sight very quickly. It wasn't until a long time later that you were called by your name in surprise in a huge crowd, and when you turned around, you didn't remember who he was. Guan Cheng is such a person. He is thirty-seven years old this year and works in a bank, earning a salary that can barely keep his family fed and clothed?

Although in such troubled times, being able to keep a job is already a very proud thing. However, only Guan Cheng himself knew that this job was not as secure as his wife and children hoped. If my immediate boss hadn't been kind-hearted and the department needed someone like me who worked hard and without complaint, I'm afraid this job would no longer belong to me. Guan Cheng doesn't smoke, so he doesn't smoke and chat in groups on the sunny side of the terrace like other colleagues. When he needs to rest and change his mind, he likes to hold a cup of coffee and go to the terrace at the back of the company building to stay quietly for a while. Although the wind there is stronger and the scenery is not very good, it is better than the tranquility. On this terrace, piled with clutter and rarely visited by people, he could have five minutes all to himself, to be excited about the extra bonus in his paycheck this month, or to spend time thinking about things like immigration, children issues such as education and increasingly tight family expenses. But on this day, when Guan Cheng walked up to the terrace and looked down with his cup of coffee, he saw a rugged military off-road vehicle parked in the familiar alley downstairs that he had stared at in a daze countless times. Among the rubbish piles, several people were quietly confronting each other. Seven men and one little boy. The fat man with the little boy was holding a dagger in his hand?

On the other side, there were five tough and capable men who seemed to have the vigor of leopards all over their bodies, surrounded by a man in his fifties wearing a jacket. Each of them was leaning half sideways, with his right arm raised flat, holding a black pistol in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at the fat man holding a dagger. Guan Cheng was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth and felt his heart suddenly jump into his throat, his feet became weak, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified. He quickly squatted down and pressed his hairy back against a large cardboard box. He shivered and looked down through the gap in the railing. The coffee cup in his hand was shaking because of the violent trembling of his body. The bright spring sunshine shines down, cut into pieces by the city's scattered high-rise buildings and undulating roofs. The sunlight that shines into the alley is a slanting golden light band passing between two skyscrapers in the distance. It only shines on one corner of the alley, cutting the entire alley through it. Half of it is bright and bright, and the other half is dim. gloomy. The metal in the waste pile, the glass and the water on the ground reflect light in the sun. The metal frame of the *** brand, the eaves, the shadows of the fat man and the little boy were stretched out. When Guan Cheng saw an armed man holding an automatic rifle peeking out of the warehouse window across the alley, he also saw the two vicious gunmen who carefully hid their bodies behind the heavy metal trash can behind the waste pile not far away from the fat man. At this moment, he suddenly felt that this was not a dark alley behind a city building, but a grassland full of steaming heat waves after the rain. Two antelopes, one big and one small, were grazing in the sun, carefully raising their ears to monitor the surroundings from time to time. Not far away from them, several hunting cheetahs had silently passed through the small woods where the sun could not penetrate, surrounding them in the center. All it takes is a slight disturbance and a murder will happen! Guan Cheng tried hard to control his chattering teeth, and tremblingly took out his cell phone. He wanted to call the police, but he was afraid of getting into trouble. After dialing three nines, he couldn't press the launch button. Hesitating, he glanced down again. This glance made him suddenly feel that the fat man looked familiar... ................................................................. ..... "Say, bastard, how do you want to die?" When the fat man standing in front of him spat these words out of his mouth, there was a bone-chilling smile on his face. Hansford's heart He sank down suddenly. Next to him, a muscular man with a shaved head immediately winked at the two gunmen beside him with a solemn expression. The gunmen quickly turned around and explored the surroundings of the alley. "No need." We're gone," the fat man said calmly, "There's no one else, just the two of us. ?

two? Hansford had a strange expression on his face, and the subordinates beside him were also startled. The atmosphere seemed to be frozen. There was no movement, no sound, and no wind. There was a damp, moldy smell deep in the alley. The surrounding buildings stand quietly, and the golden sunlight shines down, like a waterfall frozen in time. "General, there is no one!" A gunman who went to investigate ran back and reported beside Hansford. Another gunman following him and the three people who had just walked out of the warehouse door blocked the fat man's back. "How did you find me?" Hansford raised his head and looked at the fat man. He looked a little haggard, his voice was hoarse, and his triangular eyes with loose eyelids were bloodshot and vicious. Looks like a hungry old wolf. "By chance," Fatty said frankly, "I accidentally spotted you when I was driving by here." "Do you think I would believe such a low-level lie?" Hansford squinted his eyes slightly: "This alley is closed to traffic. There is no other way except through the parking lot in front." However, that parking lot has been abandoned for a long time. How could you have taken this road if you didn't know I was here? ??'Besides," Hansford's triangular eyes scrutinized the expression on the fat man's face, with a trace of suspicion that he sensed danger, and tried his best to capture the signals that confirmed his guess: "Just now, after we heard the sound of the flying car, , and immediately hid. There was absolutely no way you could see us, let alone stop the car, and just walk by with such confidence... Hansford stopped, a little disappointed and confused. angry. In front of him, the fat man had only one look on his face - impatience. "There are so many analyses, do you think you are a detective?" The fat man looked scornful and sarcastic. He looked as hateful as he could: "If I don't tell you, I won't! To be honest, it just happened by chance. What do you think? There are a few more people chasing you, but we have so many things to do all day long, who the hell has so much time to deal with a lost dog. "Do you know how many guns are pointed at your head right now? ??Perhaps he was stung by the fat man's words, or perhaps he felt relieved knowing that there were not a large number of troops attacking around him. Hansford sneered, and his somewhat rickety body suddenly became straight. The unique aura of a superior person burst out at this moment, like a tiger ready to pounce. "Then you know," the fat man said coldly, "how many innocent souls are waiting for you on the road to hell?" Hansford looked at the fat man, his eyes flickering darkly. After a long time, he slowly said: "You mean The people I executed? ??The fat man raised his eyebrows slightly. "Hahahaha!" Hansford suddenly laughed: "It's just the winner and the loser. If I have to express my feelings, I can only say that they deserve to die!" "Deserve?" "The fat man's eyes flashed?"

"Of course he deserves it! The one who deserves it the most is Hamilton!" Hansford said with a ferocious smile: "Do you think that if the victor of the war is Sillot in the end, Hamilton's tombstone will not be spat on? Let me tell you, He will be reviled, hated, and remembered forever! Because he led this meaningless war! "You mean, we should allow others to invade?" "The fat man asked patiently. "It's just a different kind of rule. For those of us who have worked hard to get here, what's the difference? Hansford's voice revealed a kind of resentment: "If we talk about beating Gacharin, I can still find a reason why I don't want to be ruled by a mad emperor of such a small country. Then, when the West York army presses on the border, Why do we still fight? "Privately, we have been in contact with Xiyue, and they have agreed to many of our conditions," Hansford said, "What they want is nothing more than the Leray Passage. Most of the top government and military officials , they can all retain it. Although the power is not as great as before, it is much better than a beaten LeRae!?? "But they won't do it! "Hansford laughed again and said sarcastically: "They think this?? # 42;**. Since they oppose me, block the road, and want to kill themselves, then I will help them! If people don't do it for themselves, they deserve to be punished by heaven and earth! What a shame, that idiot Brody didn't listen to me and kill Mihailovich first. Otherwise, how could you have regained power so easily? ?

"Just because of this selfish reason, you launched a purge, brandished a butcher knife at your compatriots, and killed thousands of unarmed civilians?" The fat man looked at Hansford coldly. "Selfish?" Hansford laughed wildly again: "I didn't expect that General Tian, ​​who was already the number one man in Lelei's military, would still be so naive." He wiped away tears from laughter and moved his eyes from the fat man's face to Lian Yan. The little kid wearing a fat man's clothes asked kindly: "Do you think I look like a bad guy? ??Hansford doesn't know brats. At that time, the existence of the little brat was an absolute secret that only a few people in the Leray Federation knew, such as Hamilton and Bernadotte. Hansford, who was in the *** Military Region, certainly had no need to know this. Moreover, Hamilton was already wary of him at that time. Therefore, at this moment, he only thought that the little boy was an ordinary little boy. The little kid dodged his eyes with some fear, then bit his lip and nodded vigorously, his childish face turned red: "You are bad guys, we are going to destroy you!" The corner of Hansford's eyes that he had just wiped clean, and He burst into tears from laughter. He looked at the fat man, shook his head, and asked in a tsk-tsk tone: "Whose child would be such a pity to die. "Him?" The fat man looked at the little kid and said calmly: "He won't die even if you die a thousand times." "I don't understand," Hansford stopped laughing and said to the fat man seriously. : "You only have a knife in your hand, and you have a child with you?

And as long as I give the order, at least ten guns will fire at you at the same time. No matter how you look at it, you will be the one who dies. Why are you still so arrogant? It seems to have convinced me. ??"Because we represent ***!" The clear childish voice of the little kid sounded in the alley. This time, even the gunmen on the side couldn't help but look at each other with funny expressions on their faces. "This kid is so cute." Hansford said to the fat man with a smile, "Don't you think so too?" "The fat man puffed up his chest and spoke righteously. For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces became extremely weird. They were both shocked and funny. The sarcasm in the eyes looking at the fat man was unstoppable. "To be honest, I really doubt you are an idiot after all. Hansford sighed and said: "Now I finally understand why Bernadotte was so hesitant when he pushed you out to be a hero." ??He turned his head and looked at the crew-cut man next to him: "Are you sure it's safe all around?" The crew-cut man nodded affirmatively and said, "I'm sure there is no one else here except us!" "Then what should we do with the two of them?" Hansford frowned slightly: "This is the city center. If you use a gun, it is easy to disturb the police and cause unnecessary trouble." General Tian is a hero of the Leray Federation and a special forces soldier. There are many legends about him in the special forces. ?

The flat-headed man looked directly at the fat man's face with sharp eyes: "Through internal channels, I saw the battlefield recorder that recorded the live battle of General Arita. To be honest, with bare hands, I'm afraid none of the twelve of us can be his opponent." "Well," Hansford smiled slightly: "Maybe General Tian had this idea. ?? He turned his head and stared into the fat man's eyes, and said word for word: "If we kill him with one shot, the entire Garipalan will be looted by Flavio and Mihajlovic, and we will run away too. No. And a living general means more to fugitives like us, so he has every chance to kill us all with a saber. "So?" The flat-headed man asked, "General, what do you mean?" ??"Sobol's army is already pressing down on the border, and they won't be able to hold back for long. As long as we escape this period, we will have a chance to stand up!" Hansford said with a ferocious smile: "You can't kill him, but, We can break his hands and feet with guns first. As long as we can catch this federal hero, it doesn't matter if we get into some trouble. Besides, it will still take a few minutes before the attack gets here! "I understand!" The man with a crew cut who was the leader of the gunmen pointed the gun at the fat man's knees and said in an emotionless tone: "General Tian, ​​I'm sorry." ??"You want to hit my leg?" The fat man looked stupid and looked left and right in wonder.

"We are no match for you in hand-to-hand combat." A cunning smile appeared on the flat-headed man's face: "I had no choice but to make this decision. You are more than twenty meters away from me, which is the safest distance. And I will not give you anything. As soon as the machine that was approaching us finished speaking, the man with a flat head pulled the trigger without hesitation. "Bang!" "As the energy blaster of the pistol made an explosion, Guan Cheng, the clerk on the terrace, suddenly covered his mouth and used all his strength not to scream. He had already recognized the fat young man. Who. At the same time, he also saw that while the crew-cut man was shooting, the little blond boy actually stood in front of the fat man. Looking at the little boy covering his chest and looking blankly, Guan Cheng almost went crazy. Already I dialed the number of the police station and put it to my ear, but I couldn't say a word. "Fat Fat!" I'm dying! "The little kid was lying in the fat man's arms, looking at the fat man in pain. "You kill him, you kill him! "The fat man looked at the flat-headed man with a sad face, raised his neck and howled. "Ah! The little kid started an aria: "What a beautiful world, but my short life is about to end." ???? # 42;**Little bastard, you have lived four thousand years! "The fat man said angrily, "Your life is called short, what the hell do I call this! ??Looking at the rotten performance of the two fat guys, one big and the other small, and listening to the incredible dialogue, everyone present was dumbfounded?

The smile on Hansford's face froze, and the crew-cut man looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief. Only he knew the power of this modified Porta pistol. One shot could blow off half of the fat man's legs. However, the blow on the little boy's body had no bloody effect at all. Just when everyone was stunned, suddenly, the disgusting lines stopped. In front of me, two white and fat men, big and small, raised their heads at the same time. A ferocious smile appeared on the big fat man's lips. The little fat man now looked more like a little devil with horns on his head. Moreover, there was a sizzling mechanical sound coming from him. In the blink of an eye, his arms and butt were all cracked. Two micro missiles and several machine cannon muzzles appeared in everyone's sharply contracted pupils. Before the terrified gunmen could pull the trigger, the sound of fierce firing resounded throughout the city in an instant. Accompanying this terrifying sound were several light chains shooting in different directions, two earth-shaking explosions and two mushroom clouds rising into the sky... Guan Cheng held the phone stupidly, He stared blankly at the bright, colorful barrage, which was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire alleyway in an instant, washing over the gunmen's bodies like a tide, breaking their hands and feet, and smashing their bodies. Bones and flesh are scattered and the body is instantly peeled off?

The two gunmen on the second floor of the warehouse were sent to the sky by micro-missiles directly connected to the warehouse. The shock wave of the explosion even reached the open air where Guan Cheng was. The sun was still shining brightly, but the originally stagnant wind was being pulled from all directions. The main film area was shrouded in blazing rolling flames, and the sky seemed to be dyed red with blood. Guan Cheng couldn't see anything except the terrifying energy storm. When the sound of gunfire and explosions stopped, the flying flesh and blood fell to the ground like raindrops. Hansford was the only one left in the billowing smoke. His spirit seemed to have completely collapsed. His face and body were covered with the flesh and blood of the gunmen beside him. His whole body was trembling, and the eyes he looked at the fat man and the little kid were filled with endless fear and despair. But at this time, the fat man moved. He held the military hunting knife in his hand behind his back and rushed towards Hansford. That seemingly clumsy and fat body is as light as the wind and as strong as a leopard. With only two or three steps on the ground, he increased his speed to the extreme, like an arrow leaving the string! "You can't kill me! I order you! Stop!" Hansford screamed, hysterically, with a pair of red eyes completely bulging out. "Stop.............??" Stop it! "Poof!" The bright sword flashed with a stunning arc, passing through Hansford's throat and cutting a huge gash, gushing out thick blood.

Hansford stared in disbelief, covered his throat with his hands, staggered, and refused to fall. He didn't believe he was dead like this. He originally controlled this country and had power that ordinary people could not imagine. He can fuck the most beautiful women, drink the best wine, stay in the most luxurious rooms, and have the most expensive interstellar cruise ships. Can he control the fate of everyone and watch them struggle, beg, and suffer in the palm of his hand, let others live and die?

He had it all and lost it all. He is not willing to give in, he still has a chance. He could wait until Sobol went south and execute all those who opposed him, even the idiot Brody. How could such a life just disappear? Hansford's throat made a gurgling sound, and large streams of blood flowed out from his fingers?

When he finally opened his fish-like eyes and threw himself to the ground. The fat man spat hard, turned around and walked towards the car?

Hansford stared in disbelief, covered his throat with his hands, staggered, and refused to fall. He didn't believe he was dead like this. He originally controlled this country and had power that ordinary people could not imagine. He can fuck the most beautiful women, drink the best wine, stay in the most luxurious rooms, and have the most expensive interstellar cruise ships. You can also control the fate of everyone, watch them struggle, beg, and suffer in the palm of your hand, let them live and die! He had it all and lost it all. He is not willing to give in, he still has a chance. He could wait until Sobol went south and execute all those who opposed him, even the idiot Brody. How could such a life just disappear? Hansford's throat made a gurgling sound, and large streams of blood flowed out from his fingers. When he finally opened his eyes like a dead fish and threw himself to the ground. The fat man spat hard, turned around and walked towards the off-road vehicle. "What a bastard! You deserve it!??.

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