Mecha Soldier's Notes

() The next day, breakfast was brought in on the conveyor table as usual, with fine white bread, pudding, coffee and jam built in, but it was a pity that it was the expensive version, and if you hang yourself, you can only eat air.

"I'm going, even the human rights are revoked, hey, black bread is also good, at least send something in, wow, it hurts!"

The automatic door bounced back, smashing my nose again, and I was so angry that I couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't yell in the early morning, don't others sleep?"

Polkarev, who was using the virtual interface to read the news homepage, raised his head unhappily. Today he is wearing a gray handmade wool sweater with a white shirt inside and a pair of white cotton trousers. He looks like he is nestled in a pile of documents in a university. An old professor doing research.

When he said this, I really felt that I had made a serious mistake, so I had to drag my feet back to the room depressed, planning to find something to do to distract my attention from hunger.

"Well, the news has been saying that you Orientals are impolite, like to make a lot of noise, and behave rudely and barbarously. It does look a bit like that."

The old man took a sip of his coffee and commented lightly, but I felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

I said old man, your menopause is menopause, it is wrong to use map cannons indiscriminately, the temper of a family can be divided into different colors, let alone a country with more than one billion people, using the comments of a small group of people to kill a group of people People are so ridiculous, just like our domestic media commented that if you are a man, you are "simple, brave and upright" and if you are a woman, you are "enthusiasm and generous". The girl, the general who is suffering from depression, is completely different from what she said.

Polkarev raised his head slightly, and I noticed that there seemed to be a little color in the old man's monotonous pupils, and then he raised the aluminum coffee pot and gave me a little signal.

"Would you like some, boy, the breakfast these guys bring is always too much."

Of course no problem.

So I unceremoniously sat down on the sofa next to him, and ended up munching on toast and coffee, while the old man continued to drink coffee and watch the news, sending out a comment or two from time to time. I have to say that this guy’s comments are always very unique , It’s just that the direction always turns to the right, and I have to stand on the standpoint of a leftist rabbit instead of sending out a few words to give him a correct view.

"Have you ever heard of the 'gray smile'?"

The old man suddenly asked a question, which made me froze.It's not just that I've heard of it, but the relationship between the two of us is very good, and we can't be more familiar with each other.

Well, I'm certainly not mentally retarded enough to say that.

"Well, I heard from friends that he was a mecha soldier who suddenly became famous for destroying more than a dozen aviation mechas during the Scanville War, but there is no specific information, and there is no record from the Confederacy, so he should not be a member of the regular army. "

"There is no military status, no information, and no official reports. It is even a question of whether this person's existence is real or not. However, it has spread wildly on forums and Yeluzi news. Why do you think this is?"

My thought at the time was how could it not exist, wouldn't I just sit in front of you, but his question was a bit interesting.

"Probably because of the outstanding record."

"Hehe, that's not necessarily the case. In terms of outstanding record, he can surpass Jeff, who is number one in the number of kills in the Allied forces; Brad, surpassed Christo, who is the number one in the number of kills in the Allies; Jing, and even A; Mikulin, who is in fifth place, can beat him by several streets."

The old man sneered contemptuously.

Several names pierced my body like hot red steel needles, causing a burning pain all over my body. Of course I have heard of those names, because they are too dazzling, hanging like the sun on every mecha soldier's head. Overhead, let's not even show the brightness of the firefly's butt!

Even now nothing has changed.

The initial excitement of hunting records and fame slowly cooled down. For the first time, I found that I was still too far away from the real ak, or even the throne of ace, and it was a little further than our drive to Moscow.

So I will continue to fight, and fight even harder!

"Then it is..."

"Because this era needs legends too much," the old man said slowly, picking up his coffee cup, "It has been more than 300 years since the last world war, and the world has enjoyed peace for more than 300 years. There is no turmoil, no storms, and no thrills. Changes in society, regimes, and even individuals slide forward along the same fixed track until the end of life, and then the system, life, and blood are gradually rotten and moldy in the boring fixed patterns and routines."

"But the appearance of this guy also meets the conditions of all heroes in a sense: mysterious, powerful, helping the weak, without any official background, coming like the wind, and disappearing like the wind. In this era that lacks heroes and heroic deeds , is an extremely scarce resource, just like a dry land urgently needs a rain."

hero...?

I secretly clenched my fist, now I am just a parallel importer who lacks strength, but sooner or later I will be worthy of this title one day!

The clock quickly moved back to about nine o'clock in the morning, and I still took the plate out. About 5 minutes later, there was a ring at the entrance, and then the door. After getting permission from Polkarev, Anthony's prison guards were full. He walked in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Polkarev, the cell has been vacated, and I will transfer the bastard away immediately."

After speaking, this guy immediately put on a dog face and stared at me. The speed of the change is simply amazing.

"What are you looking at, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, I will break your leg!"

Suddenly, the old man looked at the news and spoke casually.

"Wait a minute, this kid is still so interesting. Anyway, I live in a boring place recently, so it doesn't matter if there is one more him."

"But...but..."

"Of course, if Mr. Anthony insists, then I have no choice but to obey orders."

Hearing the word "order", the jailer was so startled that he almost sat down on the ground, and waved his hands in panic, expressing his daring.

"Well, is there anything else Mr. Anthony can do?"

The old man didn't even look at the unlucky guy, he tapped the virtual button casually, and said calmly.

Regarding the performance of the old man, I had an urge to burn incense and pay homage to him.Because it's really awesome, much more noble than the blah blah blah blah blah blah, the first time I found out that people can be so awesome when they're calm.

"Well, yes there is... it's yours..."

Polkarev raised his palm to signal him to stop, then turned his head and said to me:

"Chen Xiang, you go in and hide in the room for a while, I want to see someone."

I must have been poisoned by drinking coffee at the time, and even asked stupidly.

"Oh, who is so mysterious?"

"Do you really want to know?"

The old man stared at me motionlessly with gloomy eyes, as if staring at a croaking corpse.

amount.

The figures of guns, ammunition, opium, marijuana, population, gold, silver, and diamonds flashed across my mind for a moment.The layout of the room inside is very simple, but it is also exquisite and warm. In addition to the wardrobe, bed and writing desk, there are also portraits all over the room. paint and a half-painted panel.

Is this the old man's house?

I felt a little warmth in my heart, and secretly decided that no matter what, I must go back during the summer vacation.

At this time, there seemed to be a sound of unlocking outside. Out of curiosity that would kill me sooner or later, I still secretly left a crack in the door to wait and see.

A moment later, a young white man in a suit and leather shoes walked in. Seeing that the old man was so excited that he could hardly contain himself, the old man seemed to be very excited and hugged him warmly. The police arrested", "the company's shares have dropped by a few percent", "the old sister still can't get married" and other trivial matters, the two in the middle laughed enthusiastically, and when it came to emotion , Both of them shed a lot of tears and used n knife tissue.

It feels like a great atmosphere, but I always feel something is wrong.

When it was said that the old man was framed by his enemies, and he was unable to rescue him when he was trapped, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried loudly, I finally found the problem—their eyes were not smiling, but like glass lenses Just as cold.

This feeling is like seeing a second face in the mirror. It's so horrifying that it's indescribable. My hands and feet are almost freezing. Could it be that it's all TM's acting so far? It's too good to play. It wasn't for spending a while with the old man that I was almost fooled too.

But what are they doing?Who is the show for?Who is this guy?

An hour later, the young man left "reluctantly", and the old man wiped his tears and sent him to the porch before returning to the sofa "lonely" and continuing to read his news.

I walked out frowning.

"Hey, I said..."

The old man didn't even look at me, and replied directly:

"I forgot to introduce, it's my son, what do you think?"

I think he can be the movie king, but you are at least a movie king!