Counterfeit Hero

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Tonight's Hydefield is destined to be sleepless.

A luxurious flying car gallops on criss-cross highways and rushes to different destinations. The houses are brightly lit, and the traffic is endless.

In the conference room, the smoke is smoggy, and the air circulation system needs to be turned on to maximize the freshness of the air. Coffee is also brewed from pot to pot, tea is brewed from cup to cup, and they are always wiped out by the people who have red eyes in a short time.

These high-ranking dignitaries, who are usually high above the ground, gathered together and watched through the pictures returned by several surveillance satellites that can only be obtained by special authority, paying attention to this fiercely messy battle.

They either look dignified, or gloat, or shocked, or worried.

They discussed, analyzed, guessed, and even quarreled, spreading various rumors unconsciously.

On the satellite screen, the warehouse, the goods, were ignited and burned up. The entire Jiaolong Industrial Zone has become a fire.

The fire light reflected the sky in the industrial area and the faces of all the people in front of the satellite monitoring screen.

If you look at the picture alone, no one would think that under the factories and warehouses in the collapsed industrial zone, one of the belligerents was actually only 20 mechas. Their opponents are two full battalions, plus forty mysterious special mechas.

The pros and cons of quantity did not bring the battle to one side.

On the contrary, the ruins of Jiaolong Industrial Zone, a violent explosion and a nearly violent exchange of fire, proved that this was an evenly matched battle.

On the terrace of the Mumashan villa, the night wind hits people. Barbara sat quietly in the rocking chair, her figure blending into the night, like a ghost without life.

On the door of the conference room leading to the terrace, a grid of glass is pure and transparent, and there is nothing like it.

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

The night wind was low, but she felt her hands and feet were cold.

In the warm meeting room, the old Miller and others looked so ugly. The purple mechs that were deliberately dropped on the open space after the several vehicles were destroyed were a slap in the face on their left face. On the other side of the communication screen, the excited roars of young people such as McCarthy, Smith, Gillian and David were slapped on their right faces.

One after another!

An icy chill swept across the body. Barbara twisted her fingers hard, suppressing her anger, humiliation, and that deep and irresistible feeling of powerlessness.

For revenge and to kill the fat man, she has sent all the power she can at this moment.

She used the hidden Gambier to declare chaos in the name of the president. She used the garrison troops, in addition to one of Davis ’s armored regiments, and two battalions of the Karamay armored regiment of Ajlar. In order to be fatal in one blow, she even sent forty vehicles [Final Judgment]!

However, all these efforts, at this moment, only gain failure and humiliation.

Barbara bit her lip, and in a pair of slanting eyes, there was a vicious and frantic light.

She couldn't understand.

Obviously the fat man drove a flying car without combat power. Obviously beside him, only twenty combat powers will never be higher than the [Last Judge] of [Final Judgment].

but..............

Why, what exploded in the diffuse dust and smoke was the gift and long sword of Aguilar!

Why was it thrown out and humiliated in a way close to exposing the corpse, but it was the final judgment that he originally thought the club was desperate?

That's a super mech that's more advanced than Sauber's current arbiter technology!

Each of them is a little girl, relying on the reformer plan and the resources of the Binalt Empire to extract the essence of the creation from the thousands of experimental "losers" and the nearly amount of funds and materials.

Why, the fat man and his gang of militia are stronger than cockroaches, they just ca n’t die? !

why? !

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"Because it becomes a godsend, it's easy to be fooled." In the logical cockpit, the fat man squeezed between An Lei and Margaret, who had already blushed, explained seriously.

"Dead fat, you deliberately!" Margaret, whose soft body was forced to squeeze on the fat man, twisted the fat man's ear hard. "Don't think I don't know, as long as there is a structure diagram, the logic can be changed at will. . You do n’t choose a long sword to choose a godsend because the cockpit of this mecha is small! "

"Really?" The fat man suddenly realized.

Seeing Marguerite get angry, An Lei was covering her face with her hand, and the flowers were shaking.

At this moment, the appearance is not so broken logic, is mixing in a group of Feiyang mechs to help rescue the wounded. The fat man held a Feiyang injured pilot in one hand and ran fart.

The doctors and nurses next to the mechs rushed up and took the wounded.

Facing the water handed over to the cockpit by a beautiful female nurse, the fat man waved awkwardly, turned around and plunged into the burning fire and the collapsed house, leaving only a tall back.

Until she walked far away, An Lei and Margaret could see through the screen of the viewer to see the obsessive and admiring gaze of the pretty female nurse standing behind him.

"Fat fat man, when are you going to play?"

Seeing the fat man quietly mixing into a Feiyang mech squad, turning over and over, and probed for the "flying car", Margaret was almost crazy.

"It's only three o'clock now, and it's early before dawn." The fat man looked at the time. "We went to bed so early, I'm so sorry."

Walking in the final logic of the team, set off a brick on the roadside. Look closely.

If the Feiyang pilot in front turned back at this time, I'm afraid I would be mad. Where is this looking for flying cars, this is looking for cockroaches!

"I'm sleepy." Margaret leaned her head against the fat man's arm. She really has no energy to pull on the evil **** again.

After only two seconds, Margaret laughed. She leaned her head and found An Lei on the other side of the fat man. Zheng An looked at herself quietly with watery eyes. Looking at each other, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If Barbara knows we are like this, she will be alive and dead!"

Hearing Barbara's name, An Lei, who had always been gentle like water, had a cold eyesight. And the fat face beside the fat man showed a hint of hate that could not be concealed.

"Is mad? She can't enjoy such a cheap way of death!"

The fat man said lightly.

There is no cruelty, nor any intense tone, as if it is just stating a fact that cannot cause any emotional fluctuations.

However, in the eyes of An Lei and Margaret, at this time, he was like a honest little citizen who was oppressed and bullied to the extreme, and finally bounced out in fear and cowardice and silence. Waved the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Tonight, it's not over yet," his eyes jumped in the fire. "Laozi will slowly humiliate her!"

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Twenty bandits ran rampant, swimming in the light of fire and night.

If you are on the frontal battlefield of armored clusters, the rampage may just be a sharper knife and a stronger shield. However, in such a hunting ground, the rampage is a dagger in the dark, a broken dark arrow, every shot must see blood!

Mecha's engine power, attack power, and defense performance are not absolute factors that determine combat effectiveness.

If you can't see your opponent, if you only react when your opponent has arrived, even if you are driving a thirteenth or even fifteenth generation mecha, there is no resistance.

That is twenty devils ... twenty devils with invisible technology, hummingbird assisted thruster technology and magnetometer technology!

They are the most dangerous weapons in the dark.

Those driving and manipulating them are the world's top mecha warriors, and also follow a fat man who has learned countless kinds of terrorists in the insidious way of combating the stumbling block!

They can easily disappear into the dust and night with the help of stealth painting technology and hummingbird thrusters.

In an environment with poor visibility, you will never know that the dusty opposite wall, in front of the machine full of broken bricks, is actually an armor.

You do n’t even know that, in your view, the mecha ca n’t be overrun or hidden, just hiding from a black devil, 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 thunder, and in the time when your eyelids can only blink so quickly, killing you, including you. The mech disappeared without a trace.

Like a ghost.

The sharp rise in casualties caused the Kalamai Armored Regiment to start shrinking and avoid acting alone.

And several successive mechas were destroyed, which also made those purple mechas to be more vigilant. Under the command of their commander, they used five vehicles as a squad to cooperate in combat.

The battle has now reached a new stage.

Hargrove lurked quietly in the open gate of a warehouse. Half of the horizontal body is integrated into the wall beside the warehouse, and the other half changes the scene of the goods and passages in the warehouse, like a transparent fish.

In the distance, there was a burst of rapid footsteps and the explosion of energy bombarding the ground.

"Come!" Wagerstaff's voice came from the communicator.

Hargrove listened to several rapid breathing sounds appearing on the communication channel almost at the same time, licking his lips, his eyes staring like wolves at the corner of the road not far from the warehouse.

"I killed three with Mountbatten, how about you?"

"Two of me."

"I am one."

"Blackman and I have the most, six!"

"Hidden all?"

"Of course, just wait for the fat man to order and throw it away to the grandchildren."

"You said, where did these purple guys come from?" A muffled voice sounded in the communicator: "The feeling of playing is very similar to those of the arbiter who are more skilled and elite."

"Who knows! Take care of him so much!" Hargrove said coldly.

In the field of vision, there was already a rampage while fighting. Behind the rampage are five purple mechas.

Two of them chased and killed, and the other three dashed along the way, guarding both wings.

Hargrove's hand, holding the mech joystick tightly, watching his opponent approaching the ambush circle step by step, spit hardly: "It's hard to see the fat man so angry ... Since he ordered, let's kill! "

Mech, lurked out of the lurking point.

"They are going to die!"

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