Counterfeit Hero

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Smoking a cigarette on the roof, the fat man pinched the cigarette **** with two fingers.

When the fiery red dot rolled and pulled out an arc, it accurately fell into the hole of the rainwater pipe five meters away but the diameter was not more than ten centimeters, and made a loud noise. He waved his fists in triumph.

Just as he raised his head, ready to show off to the little fart boy who had already taken his mouth off the platform, a voice, like the same pot of cold water, poured his head down.

"General!"

The fat man slumped his eyelids back. I saw Helen in a suit, stepping on high heels, twisting his waist, and swaying towards him. Behind her are seven or eight secretive and sweaty secretaries and staff.

"General Tian, ​​these documents require your signature." Helen, a public official, put a document into his arms without expression. The others behind him also hugged around and hugged a stack of documents in their hands, staring at the fat man.

The fat man blinked his eyes, smacked his mouth again, and took down the electronic pen in Helen's hand with frustration. While signing the document, he whispered, "How can you find where I hide?"

"Lao Niang has searched the whole building!" Helen took a look at the fat man angrily while the people around him didn't pay attention. "The next time you are going to be lazy, are you going to run outside?"

The fat man twitched his mouth frivolously, daring not to talk.

Helen bit her lip and glared at the fat man, drawing back the signed document and squeezing another document into his hand.

Browsing and signing documents almost mechanically, the fat man only finds life uninteresting. Since returning to the Lerei Federation, Flavio has come to discuss with him whenever he has anything to do, even Mikhailovic can retire and will belong to the original He divided most of his work for fat people.

Unconsciously, the fat man has been established as the daily work host of the Leray Federal Army. Every day's work is either rushing through major military regions, arranging meetings with the military chiefs of major fleets, or endless meetings, processing documents, and signing. Someone even followed the last toilet and asked to report.

If it were n’t for An Lei, Margaret and Fang Xiang had rich experience and extraordinary abilities in this area, and could help him resist it. The work and itinerary that required him to deal with it were blocked, and the fat man estimated that he could not support even one day.

As a result, sneaking away at work, finding a place to chat with the little ass, and farting and smoking has become the most enjoyable leisure project for fat people in recent days. He was originally a sniper, and he learned a stupid stunt. He was good at hiding. Even if Helen stared at him every day, as long as he blinked, he could slip away.

As a result, Helen and the staff below suffered. In order to find this consciously fat man who is not a federal general at all, he mobilized a number of people every day in the building. So that several times when everyone had something to look for him, the first sentence that grabbed people to meet was that the general did not hide today?

Supervised the fat man to sign all the required documents. Seeing the relieved members leave, Helen squinted the fat man and said: "Okay, the morning thing is over. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Mars's first transport fleet will arrive. Before that, you have five or six Hours are free. "

After she finished speaking, she raised her chin, turned on tiptoe, swinging her beautiful buttocks and walked toward the corridor: "Whatever you do during this time, but remember, fat man, if you dare to turn off the phone again, watch How can I clean you up. "

"Clean me up? Do you have that skill?" The fat man sneered with a sneer on his lips, muttering.

When Helen turned his head in the corridor, he quickly put on a sunny smile and waved affectionately.

The sulking and happy eyes disappeared behind the door, and the fat man shouted back excitedly.

"Fart, go!"

"Where to go?" I looked at the fat man's little fart child with contempt. The pink face changed faster than the fat man. With a cute smile, he jumped off the platform and seemed to have waited for a long time.

"Mechanics going to the base to the battle room," the fat man opened his fingers, his eyes gleaming: "I feel that my hand speed is going to break through again."

"Oh." Fartlessly followed behind the fat man's **** and took the elevator to the underground parking lot. I can't help myself. Dead fat guys are already fighting silly fights. They rarely come back. They don't know how to enjoy life!

Arriving at the parking lot, the fat man stopped his guard trying to follow the guard and chose a rugged M21 military off-road vehicle. With a joystick, he rushed out. Speeding on the highway in Gary Palan, opening the car window, let the spring wind rush in the sun, and there is really a sense of relaxation.

The little fart kid stepped on the seat, pushed his head out the window, and blew his curly blond hair against the wind. The cupid's cute angel face attracted the screams of women in the surrounding cars from time to time. So that when entering the city park and waiting for the red light, the fat man touched the head of the little fart with a doting face, and smiled lightly at the beautiful woman in a convertible: "My son."

"Fat, you are dark-haired!" The beauty obviously failed to recognize the federal hero, sneered at his lips, blow a kiss at the little fart boy, and the flying car roared away.

"There are several blondes in my wife!" The fat man shouted out of the car window. This time, some of the pedestrians next to him finally recognized him. The big guy stared dumbfoundedly at the most famous fat man in the confederation, watching him on the streets as if he had frozen in time. He looked at him in a frantic look, retracted his head, started the off-road vehicle, and went away.

With a hula, at the intersection where the fat man stopped, all the vehicles seemed to come alive, chasing collectively in the same direction.

Finally, he got rid of the fanatical admirers, and the fat man drove off-road vehicles, and carefully drilled out of an alley. The alley is full of cleaned up broken bricks and abandoned flying cars. On the building next to it, billboards full of bullet holes were crumbling, and on the walls, it was not known whether a hole was blown out by a portable energy gun or a missile.

Gary Palan is the only city without the Lerei Federation that has not been invaded by war. Even when Gacharin Empire landed on Milok Star, the city remained intact. Except for being bombed several times by fighter planes, Gacharin ’s army was blocked all the way west of Cato City. Can be close to the capital of Milo Star.

However, when Brody launched a coup, some of Hansford's followers tried to respond. Although these small forces failed to set off a storm in Gary Palan, many civilians died from stray bullets during the night's conflict. Many buildings in the city have also been affected.

The traces on the buildings on both sides of the off-road vehicle driving slowly to the alleyway were left at that time.

In a peaceful age, such scars may be repaired by an engineering mecha with amazing work efficiency in less than three days. However, in the Newton galaxy, which suffered continuous attacks from the Sioux, the difficult situation made people no longer care about these.

"Go back and let the old man change your hair!" The fat man drove the car, bumping through the narrow passage between the wastes, and generally stared at the little fart boy, angrily corrupted: "What aesthetics, black hair does not Does it look good, get a golden retriever, like a golden retriever. "

The little fart kid drew his eyelids and slanted his eyes indifferently, saying lightly: "This is designed by Professor Boswell. In addition, Margaret and Helen are also blonde hair. Or, let them change ? "

The fat man kicked over: "It's against you ..."

"Wait ..." the little fart boy suddenly shouted, his eyes slamming into a dump in the alleyway.

"What's going on?" The fat man stopped suddenly. He knows that the little fart boy has integrated farsightedness and full-view scanning eyes, which can be different from his own eyes. In the case of unobstructed line of sight, he not only can see an ant hundreds of kilometers away, but also has a certain perspective function. You can see the creatures hiding behind the wall across the wall.

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

"Someone!" There was a sneer in the corner of the little fart's mouth.

"Fart!" The fat man glanced at an abandoned eight-seater vehicle blocking most of the waste pile. "This is the city center, where is there no one?"

"But there is a guy's physical data among these people, which is particularly interesting." The little fart boy smiled insidiously, turning his head to look at the fat man: "It's exactly the same as Hansford!"

The fat man stared at the little fart boy, his face suddenly cold.

"Really?"

The little fart kid raised his eyebrows lightly, and finally suffocated the grandfather's claim, just sneered.

The fat man's hand clenched tightly on the joystick of the flying car, revealing his muscles.

Hansford, the former general of the Lelei Army, the commander of the Free Galaxy Military Region, the controller of the Leile's fifth army, may be the fat man who wants to find the most since returning to the Lelei Federation.

Six months ago, it was this man and Brody's embarrassment, which caused the Lere Federation to turn upside down overnight. And on the night of the coup and in the following months, a brutal cleaning was launched.

In this coup, in order to find the top of Leray that Hamilton and Russell had sent off in advance, Hansford spared no effort to kill the completely innocent. In addition to the killing of thousands of Leray ’s mid-level military and government officials, thousands of civilians who opposed their rule were also killed.

It was a **** day. In the prisons of Lelei Central Starfield and Bermuda Starfield, Lelei's elites are full of custody.

Almost every day, someone was taken away and then disappeared. Hamilton, who committed suicide, didn't say that if he talked about the elite of Leray's military and government, he didn't know how much he lost. For this country that has been extremely weak in the war, I know that the destructive power of Hansford, which is thin inside Lere, is even greater than that of Sijo!

Fat people in the past never thought that they would one day sit in the office, bury their heads in endlessly processing documents, signing, and holding continuous meetings.

It is precisely because of the pain of this kind of work that he deeply felt how much loss Lerei lost Hamilton and those who thought and led this country. For a country, each of these people is far more important than a fat man charged.

The search for Hansford and Brody was ongoing all the time.

But the fat man did not expect that when the searchers set their sights on space, betting on several immigrant stars in the central constellation of Leray, and repeatedly interrogating the captured Hansford, trying to find in the list of destroyed warships, Suspecting that he was dead, this man took advantage of the chaos and slipped through Gary Palan.

The fat man opened the weapon trunk of the military flying vehicle and took out a dagger. There was a sneer in the corner of the mouth.

In this lonely alley, hiding behind the rubbish, but was seen by the fart, is this the old saying-Skynet is restored and leaky!

"How many people?" The fat man looked at the little fart boy.

"Thirteen." The little fart boy scanned the surroundings and said, "Five of the abandoned warehouses on the left, three have moved to the door, and two have reached the second floor, running towards the window. The pile on the back right There are two behind the construction **** and five around Hansford. There are guns. "

"It's cautious," the fat man sneered. "Typical alert formation."

"Be wary of a fart," the little fart kid sneered, "I can turn them all up!"

"You are not old, don't speak rude words!" The fat man said flatly, scolding: "Xiaowang bastard, you are turning day by day, what is Laozi doing? Touching Mimi?"

"Otherwise, keep Hansford for you?" The little fart kid asked pleasingly.

The fat man squinted at the little fart boy and sneered: "Dare to love the **** at first did not even think of the most interesting one for me?"

"How can it be." The little fart boy smiled.

"Come on, we will meet him." The fat man opened the door and jumped out of the car. The little fart boy also jumped down quickly, and walked to the place where Hansford was hiding beside the fat man.

The two lowered their heads, stepped on the water in the lane and walked slowly.

Maybe he didn't see the fat man's face, maybe he was afraid of gunshots exposing himself, or maybe he couldn't be alert to this big and small white fat man. The people around him kept silent all the time.

The fat man knew that his head was at least pointed by three guns at the same time. However, he was not worried at all. There is a little fart boy beside him, as long as the gunman's finger means to pull the trigger, the fart will use his body to block the bullet and explode the opponent's head.

Sometimes, a large number of people does not mean great. This reason, Hansford may not understand.

"It's you?"

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

The gloomy Hansford is between the wall and the waste.

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

At the same time as he screamed, the person beside him quickly raised his gun and aimed at the fat man.

"It's me." The fat man smiled happily, showing the dagger in his hand: "Speak, hybrid, how do you want to die?"

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. Shameless not to push Zhang Xiaohua's chapter "The First Mashup in History". The kid actually wrote the Montenegrin demon as a voluptuous beauty with big breasts, fat buttocks, and a waist, and a mature woman's figure, Loli. It's tickling, but there is no sense of substitution. When I think of the name, I feel that the picture at the critical moment is not beautiful, only sad.

I still prefer the female sword **** who came from her daughter country and took advantage of sleeping with men. Seeking violations.

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