Counterfeit Hero

Kolev is dead.

He was lying on the ground, two hands and one foot were broken, and the bones were exposed in white. His right rib had completely collapsed, and the broken rib pierced his lungs, causing bright red blood to form at the corners of his mouth.

The fatal blow was on the left rib. As others watched in horror or pleasure, the fat man slowly and carefully inserted the fighting thorn into Kolev's heart, with his mouth wide open and almost convulsing in pain. A large amount of bleeding first blocked the chest, and then spurted out crazily as the fighting thorn was pulled out.

For the scientists at Black Devil Studio, there is nothing more satisfying than this kind of killing. They almost gritted their teeth and watched without blinking as the fat man drove the fighting thorn into Kolev's heart until it had no handle, and then stared at Kolev kicking his legs on the ground, and finally became silent.

Forman beside him was already wet with cold sweat. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and his eyes turned around to look at the bandit soldiers standing aside coldly.

Foreman discovered that no matter whether he killed the four soldiers and attacked Kolev or the fat man did it now, the soldiers next to him didn't even move an eyelid. While he was horrified by the tragic situation of Kolev, these soldiers just watched indifferently, expressionless. That look didn't waver at all.

Foreman could no longer describe his shock in words. What is the elite? These are the elite. Compared with these ruthless warriors who kill without blinking an eye, Kolev, who has always been cold and domineering in his own eyes, is simply a pig to be slaughtered! Kohleff's begging for mercy at the last moment made Forman feel that he was completely humiliated.

Now, the idiot was lying in front of him with his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open. His expression is the best explanation of his transition from being domineering to being at the mercy of others.

And Foreman believed it. The bandit soldiers standing around would never kneel down and beg for mercy even if one day they fell into such a desperate situation as Kolev. This is a pack of real wolves. Any enemy sees their cold eyes. All we can do is kill them quickly. Absolutely no one dares to give these people any chance.

Forman's fearful eyes fell on the fat man. He couldn't imagine what kind of monster a person could be who could train such a group of warriors. He only knew that the cold gazes of those bandit soldiers would only change when they fell on this fat man. It was a kind of complete obedience and worship.

Looking back at the frightened eyes of the twenty disarmed Al-Shabaab armed men on the side, Forman shivered uncontrollably. The most important thing now is to send away these murderous gods as soon as possible.

He wiped the blood from his hands with his backhand. The fat man pinned the fighting thorn to his waist. Looking at Belch, holding back the excitement of seeing an idol, he held Belch's hand with both hands. He said excitedly: "Mr. Belch, follow me to the vast world of Protown, and I will rebuild the laboratory for you!"

As he said that, the fat man looked around at the group of scientists beside him, slapped his chest, and continued: "I promise. When we get there, you can conduct any research you want to do! There is absolutely no need to worry about safety or other issues."

The scientists looked at each other, from each other's eyes. All I can see is a kind of scorching heat!

What else to say? For no other reason, just because they traveled 200 kilometers and penetrated more than a dozen force defense zones to get here, and just because they killed Kolev, they had no reason not to agree! Moreover, in their hearts, their blood has already been burning with the idea of ​​joining this group.

Belch immediately said to the fat man: "As long as you don't mind us being a drag! From today on, everyone here will be a member of the bandit army!"

Belch's words caused the always unruly science monsters to nod. And those young researchers and staff couldn't help but stand up straight, as if from this moment on, they had become a member of this elite group like the bandit soldiers beside them!

"Okay!" This was what the fat man was waiting for. He waved his hand excitedly and ordered: "Pack up all laboratory equipment, tools, materials and products immediately and take them away! Don't leave a piece of paper behind!"

The bandit soldiers moved in response, and there was a sudden uproar in the studio. The scientists clearly saw that the moment Fatty gave the order, the eyes of the bandit soldiers who had been as cold as ice just now suddenly became extremely fanatical.

ten minutes! Just ten minutes later, everyone stood in the studio stupidly. Looking around, everyone couldn't believe that this was their own studio!

The studio that was originally filled with all kinds of equipment and instruments has now become empty. Instruments and equipment were moved away, laid wiring was rolled up, anti-static floors were also pried up, cabinets, parts, tools and even everyone's cups, beds and other daily necessities were all packed away. The microwave lights on the ceiling, calendars and posters on the walls were also removed. Don't mention the remaining piece of paper. Those well-trained bandit soldiers even swept the house with professional ethics... There wasn't even any dust!

If it weren't for the fact that there was a big hole in the wall facing the street that a bandit mecha had made to transport the machine, no one would have believed that this was done by humans!

A group of old science monsters burst into tears and said tremblingly to the students beside them: "Decades ago, when our studio first bought this floor, it was not as clean as it is now..."

The bandit's high-profile actions immediately alarmed the entire Silicon Valley.

The two-hundred-kilometer long-distance attack was already earth-shattering news in Mars Freeport at the moment. Everyone was paying attention to the bandit's final destination. What countless scientists in Silicon Valley didn't expect was that the bandits' final destination was actually here!

Watching the usually domineering Khas Shabaab armed guards standing pitifully on the side of the road, looking at the murderous bandit mechas on the street, watching a big hole being opened in the Imagination Technology Building, and the bandit mechas A and the soldiers quickly moved the equipment of Black Devil's Studio, and countless scientists who were still staying in Silicon Valley looked at each other.

Immediately, Belch's phone was bombarded with calls.

"Berch. What's going on?" A mechanical master who had always been friends with Belch asked, his voice full of shock.

"Oh, it's nothing." The old guy had a dark face. He couldn't hide his red light: "We were invited to go to Puluo Town. The bandits came here specifically to pick us up. No, they are helping to move the equipment and copy the studio intact!" .

"**!" The mechanical master he had become friends with simply couldn't believe his ears: "You said they traveled so far and made such a big fuss just to pick up you losers?!"

"Hahahaha." Belch has always been dissatisfied with the mechanical master. On weekdays, whenever he talks, there will be an uproar, but today he is unusually generous. He said without being angry at all: "What, Shi Chengling. Are you jealous?"

"Bah. Am I jealous?" Mechanical Master Shi Chengling said angrily: "What's so great..."

"Don't say I won't give you a chance!" Belqi interrupted Shi Dongling leisurely: "If you want to go with us, come quickly! I still have someone here waiting to call!"

"....***, you are so arrogant! Wait for me. I will come right away!"

Belch cut off the communication with satisfaction, glanced at the hundreds of waiting communication requests scrolling on the mini phone display screen, and pressed the communication button with a red face.

"Well...yes, they came here specifically to pick us up!"

Belch answered the call proudly, and a similar scene happened to every member of Black Devil Studio. Nearly everyone who knew them called to ask what happened. Many people rushed directly outside the Imagination Building. They gathered in a group and asked each other desperately. Wondering what the heck is going on.

Everyone in Black Devil Studio was surrounded. Even the cleaning staff were not spared.

When they heard that Mars' bandits were rushing to meet the members of the Black Devil Studio, the expressions on everyone's faces were extremely colorful.

Envy, jealousy, emotion, excitement, shock, horror, thoughtfulness, to name a few.

For all the members of Black Devil Studio, the only word that can express their feelings at this moment is pride! Seeing the envious looks in other studio members' eyes, Belch and a bunch of Science Monster old men all blushed, their eyes glowed, and they felt refreshed! Even the cleaners stood proud and proud.

What people don't know is that in the Imagination Technology Building, the one who laughs the happiest is an obscene fat man.

When Tian Xingjian received the list of people requesting to go to Puluo Town together, Tian Xingjian almost lost his teeth from smiling. Looking at the magnetometer on his right hand and then at the list of names held in his left hand, Fatty felt that at this moment, he was a legendary upstart.

Eleven famous laboratories, more than 30 top scientific masters, more than 200 famous experts in various fields, and thousands of scientific researchers---oh my mother, what a fortune this is!

Not to mention Leray, even if the Binart Empire and Feyan Republic were added together, they would not be able to form such a scientific research team!

You must know that these people are not scientists in the ordinary sense of the formal research laboratories of various countries. These people are madmen, paranoiacs, scientific monsters, masters, and geniuses!

Compared with ordinary scientists, their research fields are crazier, their ideas are more creative, they are not affected and restricted by mainstream human society, they come from all corners of the universe, and they are all amazing in their respective fields. The long-established master!

They came to the free world for various reasons, but they didn't expect that they would be handed over to them!

The fat man has a fat face, with only two slits left for his eyes, his mouth is almost cleft under his ears, and he smiles so much that his nose is neither a nose nor glasses, not eyes.

Looking at the group of scientists who were looking forward to it, Fatty seemed to have seen a personal treasure. ***, how much would it cost to sell these guys for kidnapping and trafficking them! This is a group of people with the highest IQs in mankind, absolute elites! Even if they are not very pretty and cannot be sold for a good price, if they lock these old guys in a room and masturbate 24 hours a day and sell their sperm, they will still make a lot of money!

The fat man was grinning, and Foreman was about to collapse. For him. This is definitely an unprecedented catastrophe!

All the remaining top laboratories in Silicon Valley have been taken over by the bandits. The heavy-duty delivery trucks on the block were gathered and all equipment and materials were hauled away. Those private mechas from the bandit army. It has also been converted into a wheeled highway mode and is responsible for transporting personnel.

The neighborhood that this group of bandits visited was so clean that there was no dust at all. Even if a mouse got in, it could only run out with tears in its eyes and find another place to hang itself with a rope.

No wonder this army calls itself the Bandit Army, it’s damn more cruel than the bandits!

Although his heart was dripping with blood and resentment, on the surface, Foreman showed no dissatisfaction at all. Instead, he led his men to run back and forth to help. A face that is always smiling and amiable. This has always been a world of the weak and the strong. Foreman knew how to survive in this world.

Moreover. What the bandits took away were only the studios and their equipment and materials, although they were a bit painful. But for the Khas Shabab, it is not a big deal. "Quickly, move quickly!" Foreman called to his men: "Hey, work harder.

The fat man also kept giving orders enthusiastically: "Yes, take them all, leave nothing behind! What, Clover Studio? Let them get on the mecha. Everyone squeeze in!"

Foreman ran to the fat man and said, "Brother, let's see if there is anything else we can help you with?"

The fat man held Forman's hand: "Brother, you are too polite. I'm embarrassed. You guys rest first and we'll do it by ourselves. We're familiar with this job!" As he said that, he turned to the bandit soldiers and said: "Work harder and get back to Puluo Town before dark!"

A few hours later, the bandits finally took the transport convoy and embarked on the road back to Puluo Town.

Before leaving, Fatty gave Foreman a sincere hug, thanked him and the Cass Youth Party for their selfless help, and earnestly warned that if any scientific researchers are willing to come to Puluo Town in the future, Foreman must help deliver them, otherwise, the bandits will Jun probably has to make this trip again.

Forman was sweating profusely and promised repeatedly. He made up his mind and would never let these bandits have any excuse to come over again. From now on, whenever he thinks of the scientists from Puluo Town, Foreman will treat him as if he were an ancestor. As long as the bandits don't come, anything can be said!

Watching the mechas escorted by the bandits disappear from sight, Forman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at his empty-handed and dejected subordinates. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. All the members of the Kass Youth Party were used to seeing their weapons in a concentrated manner. They had been confiscated a long time ago, and the bandits didn't return their weapons before they left.

However, these are just small things after all, as long as you...

"Chairman!" A rolling crony interrupted Forman's thoughts and said with a sad face: "Our treasury and arsenal...".

Forman's face changed drastically and he asked nervously: "What's wrong? Where have the bandits been?"

As soon as the confidant nodded, Foreman collapsed to the ground - there was no need to have any extravagant expectations in the places visited by this group of bandits who liked to help others sweep the floor.

Want to cry but no tears!

When the fully loaded bandit army crossed the deserted interregional highway back to the town of Polo, the first fleet of bandits led by Chekov continued to plunder space.

Although no one knows which force this strangely shabby fleet belongs to, and no one knows where this fleet comes from, it is undeniable that this fleet is already famous. On the planet Mars Freeport, its reputation may not be as good as the bandits in Pro Town. However, among the thousands of free docks and space stations throughout the Mars Free Channel, this fleet, known as the "Broken Ghosts", has a much louder reputation than the bandit army.

Broken actually means more tattered than tattered. It means that it is almost broken. To people, the appearance of this fleet can only be described as broken. The ghost describes the fleet's actions as unpredictable as a ghost. If you want to talk about the reason why this fleet is famous, then you need to use another sentence to describe it, that is - the most violent pirates in the history of the Mars Free Channel!

In just one week, the first fleet of the bandit army has robbed nineteen commercial fleets one after another! Sixteen armed escort ships that dared to fire to resist were sunk, fifty-five transport ships and armed ships were captured, and countless materials were seized!

There is nothing that this fleet does not dare to snatch. They are simply a pack of vicious wolves. Pounce on whatever you see!

In the eyes of the crew of the First Fleet, Chekov was to blame for all this.

When Tailiu's two transport ships fell into Chekov's hands, he was dumbfounded to see hundreds of millions worth of energy, materials, parts, mechanical equipment, weapons and ammunition fall into his pocket so easily, everything... It's already irreversible.

Chekov, who had always regarded himself as an orthodox soldier, had no moral struggle or hesitation at all. He couldn't wait to plunge into the pleasure of plunder, indulgent and sinking and unable to extricate himself.

What does the bandit army lack now? It lacks men, it lacks money, it lacks warships, it lacks mecha weapons, it lacks everything! As for Fatty's original plan for the fleet's initial operations, it can be summed up in just two words: plunder! Targeting all forces and all materials, endless plunder!

The intensity of the robbery must reach the level of controlling the flow of materials in and out of Mars Freeport!

At first, Chekov thought it was a chore. Everything has to be snatched, and life is a bit miserable.

It wasn't until the first successful robbery that Chekov finally understood the significance of Fatty naming his unit the Bandit Army! ----If you want to grow rapidly in this world, robbery is the shortcut to Zhongnan!

Especially for the current first fleet of the bandit army, it is easy to get something for nothing, and it does not require any technical content. The ten special warships headed by the Rubik's Cube can catch up with the fastest ship on the Mars Channel in just one move. Charge, everything is done!

And which of the old gangsters from the red-bearded pirate group in the fleet is not an expert in this field? Over the past few days, as long as these guys took a look at the ships, they would basically end up being looted. The material reserves in the bandit army have grown explosively.

Chekov quickly became addicted and commanded battleships to wander on the waterway every day.

The crew often saw the middle-aged captain's eyes flashing with a faint green light.

As soon as the transport fleet is discovered, this guy will jump up and down as if he has pepper spray on his butt, and keep shouting: "Come up and rob them all!"

Relying on the performance of the fleet that is far superior to ordinary ships, Chekov's instructions without technical content can succeed every time. Jump into the middle of the channel, surround them, send signals, and fire when they encounter resistance. If that doesn't work, just ram them. This kind of barbaric robbery has turned the entire Mars Channel into a disgrace.

Although they despise Chekhov for his face that has never seen the world, the crew members all enjoyed this kind of robbery. Since the First Fleet's attack, it has gone through a running-in period in plundering. Everyone has become more and more familiar with each other's cooperation, and they have become more and more trustful in the warships they pilot.

There was silence in the main control room on the bridge of the Cube. Facing the radar information and optical telescope images of a fleet, Captain Chekov had been uncharacteristically silent for a long time.

The crew also pursed their lips and looked extremely serious.

This time, the first fleet of the bandit army was not facing a certain business group. But the main fleet of Devil's Eye!

The second fleet of the bandits led by Barbarossa has just sent back intelligence.

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