Counterfeit Hero

It's hard to believe that Lieutenant General Le Ray has so much energy. "Li Fu closed the electronic folder in his hand, threw it on the desk, and stood up.

The smooth and beautiful star-patterned marble floor echoed with the sound of his firm and lonely footsteps. Gambier raised his head and looked ahead along the wooden dado and classical reliefs that tore off the wall of the circular office.

In front of the clear arched floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the light dimmed slightly. In the sunlight that poured in, Li Fu's slender and tall body cast a slanting shadow on the ground. Outside the window, the blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see. Countless white freshwater seagulls are flying freely in the same color of sea and sky. The waves hit the rocks under the cliff, making a roaring sound with billowing foam.

"This is obviously the power in the hands of our Lord the God of War." Gambier raised his head slightly, with a slightly stubble on his light blue chin, adding a touch of unruly and masculine to his handsome and elegant temperament.

"Master Military God" Li Fu looked out the window and shook his head, "You are wrong."

"Huh?" Gambier stood up from the sofa. The virtual light curtain suspended by the ring-shaped computer in the center of the office reflected a layer of gloomy blue light on his face.

"You mean, this isn't Hastings' bargaining chip?"

, it is so easy to force out the marshal's code, how can I be so cautious and cautious? "Li Fu turned around, and the sunlight shone on his sickly white face, making the smile at the corner of his mouth look full of weirdness.

"Since the outbreak of the war, apart from occasionally nodding at military meetings or making strategic territorial deployments, have you ever seen him really take action?" Li Fu's eyes moved to one side of the office wall. There, a huge oil painting of Hastings hangs quietly. The skinny old man sat in a wheelchair, his calm eyes as deep as the sea.

"The whole world is just a game of chess in his eyes. The aggressive Sobol can't force him to take action. How can a little person like me, who has always been under his control, force him to use his trump card?"

Gambier set his sights on Hastings's monumental oil painting. He never understood why Li Fu always hung a portrait of Hastings in his office.

"What our Military God is most accustomed to and is best at is taking advantage of the situation. It's like a snowball. It's just a small one at the beginning. The further it rolls down, the bigger it becomes until it roars and roars unstoppably. Only However, what others roll is a snowball, what he rolls is destiny. He was watching the southeast battle, the Lane battle, and the Carlston Galaxy battle. If anyone went astray or turned slowly, he would use his hand. Dig the soil." Li Fu's voice echoed in the empty office. The high circular dome made his voice clear and cold.

If you're willing to do this, you'll just settle down.

As Li Fu's right-hand man, he naturally knew Li Fu's fear of Hastings.

Hastings has dominated the Feiyang military for thirty years. He personally guides his subordinates and teaches students all over the Feiyang military. The power of the military can only be described as intricate and unfathomable.

However, since the outbreak of the war, Hastings has been as calm as if nothing had happened, whether facing the aggressive Sobol or the Li Fo Corps, which had become openly conflicted at this moment. The war is fought as it should be. Feiyang's military department has the final say in everything, making plans, dispatching troops, providing logistical support, and even on grand strategy. He listens more than he talks.

Rather than saying that he is a heroic military god, it is better to say that he is an old man who has retired and lives an ordinary life. Not to mention the hidden power he holds in his hands, he doesn't even care about the overt power.

But he is such a calm old man. The feeling it brings to Gambier is like a Mount Tai hanging above his head, and he doesn't know when it will fall, or a deep, dark trench under the calm sea.

There is no doubt about the power of Li Fo's army. Gambhir has also always been proud of the group.

Whether it was the troops led by Li Fo or the economic and political power behind them, they were enough to daunt any country and any opponent. However, in front of this calm old man, such strength can only make people feel weak and panicked.

The calmer Hastings is, the more powerful the oppression is. So powerful that it makes people breathless!

Who is Hastings' staunchest ally in Feyard?

Which troops will become the most terrifying enemies at the most critical moment?

Politically, militarily and economically, how big and how tenacious is that airtight network?

No one knows.

What Gambier knew was that three hundred of the mid-level officers with the most steadfast faith in the Li Fo Corps were arrested overnight, and the only one they took action against was the little girl they didn't pay much attention to, who had been engraved on her forehead a long time ago... McKinley marked by Hastings. This punch was hit under the defense of Li Fo's army.

There are also fist bandits that suddenly appear without any precautions!

The 31st Army was kicked out of the Southeast War Zone and its reputation was ruined. Several super arms dealers who had contributed money and effort were kicked out of the Thunder Mecha manufacturing system. It was all the work of the bandits. .

Gambier once believed that this was the result of Hastings's actions, and felt a little relieved in the defeat. At least Hastings took action, at least he exposed some of his cards.

But who would have thought, Hastings still didn't make a move, he just pushed it gently with his hand.

So, what kind of changes will the long-planned project face? If Hastings had taken action himself, would this group have reached the pinnacle of feyness or fallen into hell? !

Gambhir suddenly felt a little suffocated. At this point, this group has no way out.

, you are personally responsible for that matter." Li Fo stood in front of the window. His figure was already dimmed in the dark clouds floating in the sky outside the window. "Assist Basela, you must be foolproof. "

"Yes!" Gambier accepted the order calmly.

"In addition, if the order is passed, all officers of the regiment and above will rush to the base camp immediately for a meeting." Li Fu looked out the window coldly, a freshwater seagull rushing straight up towards the dark clouds, and said to himself: "In the war , no destiny.

If there is, I will use my cannon fire to tear it apart! "

Putting on the dust-proof research clothes and walking into the laboratory, Fatty felt relieved.

The experimental hall hidden deep underground is rectangular in shape. Looking from the three-meter-high platform in front of the automatic door, you can't see the end at a glance. It's not much smaller than the mecha assembly workshop of Volongjian Company. White shadowless lamps cover the entire ceiling, illuminating this space. Researchers from hundreds of states are busy in front of a dazzling array of experimental instruments and colorful computer screens. .

Such a scene made her feel as if she had returned to the days when the Garipalan Military Laboratory was isolated from the war three years ago.

Walking down the side ladder to the dust-proof area, the fat man nodded his head at the oncoming LeRae researchers who were looking surprised, and followed Milan sanctimoniously towards the passage on the left side of the hall.

The whispers, footsteps and electronic sounds behind him were blocked by the thick automatic doors. On both sides of the long passage, in transparent laboratories, there were dozens of senior researchers working at their desks.

After passing through another automatic door, we finally entered Milan's laboratory.

As soon as the automatic door closed, the fat man's mischievous eyes fell on Milan's round buttocks. The white mid-length research coat wrapped around Milan's hips, and the fabric pulled out a few wrinkles as Milan's waist gently swayed when he walked. However, in that round place, it was as tight as a round bun carved from white jade. Tight.

Thinking of the soft and beautiful buttocks under the clothes that were whiter than the white research clothes, the fat man felt his heart welling up.

"Damn Fatty!" Milan, who knew that Fatty was peeking at her butt, was already blushing with shame and eyes as silk as silk. Just when they were like glue, they knew each other's taste, and saw that the automatic door was closed, and there were only two people left in the laboratory. The girl immediately jumped into the fat man's arms like a koala, twisting the fat man's ears while talking. The fat man kissed her firmly on the mouth.

This kiss was so dark.

Suddenly, a strength detector on the test platform was swept to the ground. Immediately, a large amount of data was turned into snowflakes flying everywhere.

A delicate, boneless body lay on the test table. Panting and moaning, the white research coat opened and turned into a white sheet. A light blue cashmere sweater, a pink shirt with a lace collar, and black leg socks, each piece of clothing with an alluring scent, followed in the footsteps of the desktop information and was scattered in all directions.

The clouds on the temples were in confusion, the snow-covered buttocks were slightly raised, and there were bursts of breath. For a time, the laboratory was full of spring.

"satyr"

Julan, only wearing a shirt, leaned on the railing of the mobile maintenance platform. Two snow-white slender legs, white bare feet, an empty shirt collar that trembles with plumpness, and graceful curves looming in the transparent light, form a picture that is pure and full of charm.

She bit her lip and squinted at the fat man: "Shameless, you know how to do this kind of thing when you see him."

You are so unjust, it was you who pounced on me first.

The fat man smiled in apology with a resentful look on his face. Seeing his aggrieved smile, Milan gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to twist him, "Damn fat man, why are you smiling, what do you mean!"

The mechanical arm connected to the maintenance platform moved slowly.

In the center of the huge maintenance station, a black metal frame stood quietly. Hundreds of engraved parts are scattered on the surrounding parts racks.

Putting his arms around Milan and kissing her on the face, the fat man looked at the familiar metal frame with bright eyes.

logic

After a year apart, this faithful partner will be reborn here. .