Counterfeit Hero

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In the nightclub, everyone looked at the fat man, not knowing why.

Everyone here knows Friedrich. Knowing that this old man is a character similar to the general manager of Ouchi next to Barbara, the underground power in his hands is quite terrifying. Even if there is no official position, most of the dignitaries and nobles can be respectful and trembling before him.

The fat man caught the man, and no one had any doubt. After all, it is a key person in the opponent's camp. Even if you don't expect to get some news from his mouth, it is also a heavy blow to those who are Barbara and Miller.

The original big swing appeared at the door, and the Friedrich, who was almost demonstrating, was finally slipped into the nightclub by the fat man like catching an old rabbit. This slap, and his face would be blushing and angry.

But no one expected that the fat man called another name to Friedrich, and mentioned a massacre 20 years ago.

Seeing the fat man's bloodshot eyes, seeing Margaret and An Lei's stern complexion instantly, an invisible atmosphere quickly infected everyone around. Everyone looked at each other, realizing that things might not just be them Seen on the surface is so simple!

"General Tian," Friedrich stood up, wiped the drops of water from his face, and straightened his hair again. "I think I may not have introduced myself yet. My name is George Manuel." Friedrich, you can call me Friedrich or old George. "

"Are you sure you want to tell me these farts?" The fat man hugged his arm and looked at Friedrich with a sneer.

His eyes, like a sharp knife, continually wandered in the key parts of Friedrich ’s body. That is the most basic human knowledge of a special force. Every special force knows what part of the body to beat the other party. It will be fatal, but painful to hate to die.

This is the easiest and most direct way to let the tongue caught on the battlefield reveal information in minutes.

Friedrich smiled, but his half-swollen cheeks made his smile really not show the gracefulness of an old gentleman.

"I don't understand ..." The cunning in his eyes was fleeting, and he just shook his head and opened his mouth. The fat man slapped his face in the back with a slap in his face, slamming his words into life Sore throat.

"Let's continue to play." Fatty said coldly.

Friedrich covered his face in pain, and a heart began to sink. With his experience, how could he not see how brutal this fat man is in front of him.

If you do n’t tell the truth, this guy who does n’t care about his image will not care about how many handsome young people and how many beautiful girls are around him looking at him with wide eyes.

He will perform a **** confession under the eyes of the public, until you pry open your mouth to get what he wants. If you want to delay time or lie, then you have to be prepared to be killed alive by this demure guy!

"You really confessed the wrong person, General Tian." Friedrich quickly showed the state of weakness of an old man, he grimaced, his eyes full of innocent and painful, sympathetic.

"You should say now ... I hit the wrong person!"

The fat man slammed into the diaphragm of Friedrich's chest and abdomen, and the protruding middle phalanx, like a hard steel finger guard, fell into the flesh.

A scream that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly sounded with the punch. Friedrich shuddered with pain, and his entire face was deformed with extreme pain.

However, the fat man didn't mean to stop his hand. He grabbed Friedrich's collar with his left hand and slammed him against the sturdy heavy bar with a thud. His right hand, like a punching bag, punched Friedrich with one punch after another.

His punching speed is not fast, but it is extremely extreme.

Every punch is as precise as a scalpel. It only hits the most vulnerable and painful position of the human body. When every punch falls, it will force an unbearable painful cry from Friedrich's throat.

Many of the girls next to him have turned their heads and covered their ears, daring not to look at them or listen to them. However, the dull sound of the fist hitting the physical strength and the scream that could pierce everything, but it was like a magic sound, and it couldn't be blocked.

After a moment, Friedrich couldn't even make a scream. Although he fainted for a time, every time the fat man pinched one of his acupuncture points, he would quickly wake up.

This was a live execution-type beating. When the fat man's fist stopped, Friedrich had collapsed into a sludge. In his throat, only hissing inhalation sounds, tears, snots, and even feces and urine were completely incontinent, and there was a bad smell all over his body.

"Twenty years, a spaceship, hundreds of lives, including my parents!" The fat man was trembling all over, carrying Friedrich's collar.

The truth of twenty years ago was in the mouth of this man.

So close, so far away.

The pain of losing his parents, the kind of inhuman torture, accumulated for two decades, burst out at this moment, making him unable to control himself.

"Xiaojian! Come over to me." In memory, the beautiful face of her mother who was angry and unable to conceal her smile, just like the movie screen, appeared in front of her eyes: "Little Rabbit, don't harass Miss Sister!"

"Little pervert, I'm really embarrassed to my father!" The father seemed to cover his face and shook his head in pain, crying and embarrassed.

"Not all you have inherited!" The mother screwed her father's arm.

In the sunny green grassy garden at the heart of the street, a chubby little boy followed by a pretty little girl, cheeky, trying to hold the little girl's hand again and again, completely ignoring the little girl The girl's parents' eyes seemed to be breathing fire.

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"Mom, why do I have ***, does An Lei do?" In the living room, the little fat man ran to the large group of people chatting, pulled open his belt, and looked down while looking down, while asking.

"Little fat man, you have the guts to ask this question again!" The crazy mother is going crazy.

"Poof ..." The father, who was drinking tea, spurted out amidst a burst of laughter from his friends. It's almost self-proclaimed.

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"Xiaojian ...." In the lonely living room, a fat middle-aged man sat next to the little boy, his voice trembling: "That was an accident ... just an accident ... ..... "

Aside, a woman wiped her tears, holding a little girl who was staring at the boy in her hand.

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In the amusement park with laughter, the little boy stared blankly at the laughing crowd. Under the colorful lights, the children held their parents' hands, either laughing, crying, or spinning on the wooden horse.

And the fat little boy didn't hold the hands of those pretty girls anymore. He burst into tears and went home with tears in his eyes, shutting himself in the room where all the lights were on but there was no sound. The quilt covered his head and cried to sleep in that small and warm space.

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The scenes that I remembered are played back in my mind, and every piece of it is so heart-breaking.

Looking at the face that is completely different from the picture, but the unforgettable face, the fat man needs to exhaust all his energy to control his urge to kill him alive.

He gritted his teeth violently, and his thick face became extremely cruel at this moment.

"I do n’t care about anything else, as long as you do n’t tell the truth one day, I will torture you one day, you ca n’t die if you want to die, I will use the most cruel means in the world to make you regret why you left the spaceship that day, not Die with them! "

When he said this, the fat man was shaking.

There was silence in the nightclub. Although I don't know what happened, everyone on the scene can really feel his pain from the look of the fat man and his voice, and see his soul that is almost struggling in the fire.

An Lei reached out and grabbed the fat man by the corner. A slender and white hand, because of the force, can see the pale blue tendons.

No one knows the reason better than she, and understands the fat man better.

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

At the last moment of life, the fat father and mother, the last thought in their minds, must be their children.

They died, their thoughts were annihilated in the fireworks of the universe, and the fat man had to suffer this pain alone. In every lonely night, in every happy festival, it is like a needle stick!

What a cruel thing for a child who has just turned six!

Moreover, for a long time, fat people have always thought that this was an accident, and are 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, to what extent his emotional defense line would collapse in an instant.

He already has red eyes and he doesn't care about anything.

As long as he knows who killed his parents, as long as he can find a truth for twenty years of suffering, he can do anything, even if he is thus the enemy of the world!

In silence, only Friedrich could moan.

This old man, who has always maintained a gentleman's style, has completely collapsed under the fat man's fist. The face that kept trying to be reserved and calm, stubbornly disgusting, exchanged tears.

However, his mouth was always tightly closed. Although he was fainted and awakened by the fat man, despite the painful moaning and inhalation from time to time, he never said a word, dull eyes, It seems that the whole person is stupid.

"Has been forced to confess to training?" The fat man smiled and looked straight into his eyes: "Laozi will deal with people like you most, you will say!"

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. Don't say I am sensational or romantic, I just have a little enthusiasm and feelings, but not become cold-blooded and indifferent in the real world.

I am very touched about the family. I remember going to a person's funeral in the past. It's not a friend. I just got in touch with my work a long time ago. At that time, when I saw his daughter who was still in elementary school holding his portrait, my heart wanted to be gripped by someone. Until now, I still remember it deeply.

I think the last thought in the mind of the fat man's parents when he left must be him.

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