Counterfeit Hero

The fat man didn't choose anyone. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "It's just you, come together."

The freedom fighters had long disliked this annoying fat man. Hearing that he was seeking death, they were about to swarm him, but they saw the fat man shouting again slowly: "Slow down..."

"**." The crowd of people watching next to him were almost driven crazy by the fat man. They were ready to beat him. He stopped at this time. What trick did he want to play? Could it be that he used to sell bullshit plasters and just talk without practicing?

The fat man stretched his muscles and said with a smile: "If we fight, I'm afraid I'll hurt everyone and harm their harmony."

The freedom fighters are about to collapse, what does this fat guy mean, don't fight and everyone is spitting on each other? You can't even squirt thirty times with one mouth!

The fat man said leisurely: "Well, it's my first time to come to this base. You guys have stayed here for a long time and are familiar with the environment than me. I don't want to bully others. Let's play a game, street fighting. Do you know how to do it?"

This is a kind of training in which you hold a pen like a dagger in your hand and rely on your close physical skills to draw marks on your opponents while hiding and chasing each other to determine victory or defeat. For freedom fighters, this is the most essential thing for them. One of the trainings for these freedom fighters is to launch riots in cities with high-rise buildings.

When they heard that the fat man actually challenged this, and it was a pair of thirty, the freedom fighters felt that this fat man was too reckless! If there is a fight, it is really impossible for everyone to swarm in front of everyone. After all, they are Algarfar's students. Although they are a little dissatisfied, they will fight with everyone as soon as they arrive at the base. However, with Algarfar's reputation, no soldier dares to fight. Disobeying the orders of the students he sent.

Seeing a soldier bring over a training simulation dagger, the fat man randomly picked one and said, "Start." He ran away. When the freedom fighters picked up the simulation daggers one after another, the fat man had disappeared without a trace. Everyone in the playground looked at each other in shock. You must know that the place where the fat man was standing was dozens of meters away from the nearest building. On the playground, the aisles, corridors and stairs were all full of people. In full view, many people were staring at the fat man as he ran. He felt that as soon as he dived into the crowd, his eyes blurred and he couldn't find anyone.

A group leader waved his hand, and the freedom fighters dispersed under his leadership and chased in the direction in which the fat man ran. They did not pay attention to the responses between each other. After all, they were thirty to one. If they gathered together again to play with each other, Bo, this is such a loss of face.

The freedom fighters dispersed into the scattered buildings in the base. Since the crowd was concentrated outside, the buildings seemed relatively empty.

All the spectators knew the rules, and they remained calm without any change in their gazes. What the freedom fighters didn't know was that behind them, two onlookers could not help laughing.

A fat man was like an audience in the crowd, looking at the direction of the freedom fighters with interest. Only two people noticed him. Even the middle-aged man standing next to him didn't notice that everyone's target was standing there. Next to him, he even stepped aside at Fatty's request.

The only two people who noticed this serious fat man posing as an audience also noticed it inadvertently. When they saw this person standing here who didn't know when, they almost screamed. In their subconscious, it was simply... I don’t know when this guy stood here, it seemed like he had been standing here from the beginning, as if the person challenging the freedom fighters in the middle of the field was his twin.

In order not to affect the rules, the two onlookers looked away. In just a moment, the fat man disappeared. They couldn't help but look for it, but they couldn't find it. Others almost laughed. A fat man was like a fat mouse, ducking behind the freedom fighters along the corners and gaps in the crowd. His movements were very dexterous and agile. He always chose the most suitable route while ducking and bending, without disturbing the crowd at all. The situation where he gave way.

The onlookers could see it clearly. The six freedom fighters who were lazily walking at the end, feeling a little overwhelmed by such a competition and seemed absent-minded, were stabbed on their vests with simulated daggers in an instant. It was too fast, the speed of the fat man. Like lightning, the route chosen was extremely precise, starting from the person who suddenly ejected from the crowd and killing him and ending with the sixth person, in less than three seconds!

enough! Sanjad and the two guides looked at each other, and he almost wanted to stop. No one in this base could match this skill! This disciple of Aljafar is not a fool, he is a professional warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles. His movement skills were definitely honed under artillery fire and in life-and-death battles! Cunning, decisive, and vicious, it is almost impossible to describe such a professional warrior who walks in the dark obscenely!

No wonder! No wonder Hopkins died in his hands. Sanjad regretted not publicizing this man's information to the freedom fighters in advance. Now, he can only stand here and remain silent! Half of it was out of curiosity, and the other half was that he believed that Al Gaffar's students knew what they were doing. These soldiers who regarded death as home did indeed have a kind of paranoia that was unspeakable.

The figure of the fat man followed the freedom fighters and disappeared into the building complex. Rooms, corridors, windows, stairs, the prey turned into hunters. One after another, the freedom fighters quietly exited the catfight with marks on their fatal parts. A game of catch-and-mouse.

Ten minutes later, when the fat man came out with a smile, the thirty-three freedom fighters who were competing with him were already standing in the middle of the field. This time, they lined up in a neat and solemn formation, but a little bit... Looks dissatisfied.

The fat man smiled and said: "I know you are still a little unconvinced, so bring the simulated sniper rifle and let's play sniping."

The onlookers and soldiers were silent. Judging from the alleyway fight just now, this fat man is definitely a master of disappearing and sneaking, and is a top sniper. Although he has not yet used his sniping skills, this competition method is the same. When it was brought up, everyone felt very pessimistic.

The sixteen best snipers were selected. Fatty's thirty-meter disappearing stealth made three of them put down their guns directly. The remaining thirteen spread out and chose their respective sniper positions. They and Fatty South and north are in two opposite directions.

A freedom fighter hides under the window and observes the building complex to the north through the concealed periscope. The sniper must find the target without exposing himself. Before finding the target, they usually position themselves in a safe position. .

The helmet's electronic lookout lens had just risen halfway when the top of his head was hit by a particle signal simulating a sniper rifle. He sighed. The winning or losing instrument on his body showed that he had been judged out. At this time, he simply could not He didn't even have a chance to find his opponent. He really didn't understand, even though this wall could be penetrated by a sniper rifle. But how did the fat man know that he was hiding here with a simulated sniper rifle without infrared rays!

The second sniper who was eliminated was deceived. He found a helmet-like thing on the roof on the north side. He was judged to be eliminated just as he stretched out his simulated sniper rifle from a hidden corner.

Later, the endless deceptions of the fat man from the north completely destroyed the confidence of these snipers. This guy is a born liar. He understands the psychology of snipers very well. Several times, the snipers can almost judge that this is an illusion created by the opponent. But the target was too realistic and too tempting. They could escape one deception, but they couldn't escape one after another. Moreover, from beginning to end, this wretched fat man never showed any trace of himself. He was not exposed to sight. They are all traps one after another. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

When there were only three snipers left, Fatty showed up. He ran through windows, door cracks, and low walls one after another, using himself to lure the three most calm snipers. No one could calm down. Angry, dynamic sniping challenges static sniping, that is simply courting death.

However, the fat man's gun was too accurate. When the three snipers were ruled out, they realized that the fat man had already determined his position. Since the sniper rifle could not penetrate the bunker where he was, he needed , it's just an opportunity to shoot. What's dynamic versus static? The fat man only moved once. His actions again and again were simply creating mental inertia. When his gun was aimed at the place where he might appear next, he would have already He has already aimed his hidden direction and is waiting for himself to be exposed, this liar!

The defeat of the thirteen snipers left the freedom fighters in the entire military base in complete silence. Seeing the fat man slowly walking out with a sniper rifle, a tall freedom fighter finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed to the fat man and shouted: " How can you be so sneaky? If you have the ability to fight with me! You are still not a man, you are too insidious!"

The fat man looked at this tall and thick guy, and turned to the other freedom fighters and said, "Is he the best fighter among you?" The soldiers shook their heads, and Oberto on the side smiled and said: "He doesn't count, but... He is the most beaten, and when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he is second.”

The fat man looked at the red-faced freedom fighter in front of him and said with a smile: "Then call your warrior who is the best in unarmed combat and let me play with you two."

A person walked out of the crowd, it was the platoon leader who had just stood up. The fat man looked at his thin body and legs and knew that this person's explosive power was absolutely powerful, and he had trained both legs.

The fat man took a step back, distanced himself from his two opponents, and waved, "Come on!"

The big man couldn't bear it any longer. He stepped forward and delivered a straight punch. The platoon leader quickly grabbed the fat man's flank and swept the fat man's waist with a side kick. It was very fierce. If this kick had been replaced Ordinary people are really difficult to deal with. If they use their arms, they will definitely be broken by this kick!

The fat man almost ran into the arms of the big man in front of him as soon as he raised his legs. His movements were incredibly fast. He grabbed the big man's fist that was powerful but lacked speed with one hand, and hit the big man's chest with his back elbow. He was completely in the arms of the big man, and the platoon leader's side kick could not pose a threat to him. The platoon leader kicked the ball in the air, and without hesitation, he rotated 360 degrees in the direction of the strength of his right leg, and turned around. Remember the back leg and go straight to the fat man's face.

Before he could take off his feet, with a soft click, one of the big man's arms had been removed by the fat man, and the other arm was twisted by the fat man using grappling techniques. He had completely lost his fighting ability, and saw that the platoon leader's legs were straight. Running toward the door, the fat man pressed down on the big man with both hands and used his strength to kick his legs, directly hitting the platoon leader's calf.

The platoon leader used his strength to get out of the way, his right leg was like a flying iron rod, and he swept across again as fast as a meteor. The fat man had let go of the big man at this time, with a flash in his eyes, he almost followed the same pattern and kicked out He kicked the platoon leader so hard that the bystanders couldn't help but look away, their teeth were sore and their backs were numb!

A trace of pain flashed across the platoon leader's face, and he gritted his teeth and kicked the platoon leader again. The fat man didn't change his tactics. He used the exact same whip kick to severely kick the platoon leader's calf. Both of them were top-notch in leg skills. It's like two big iron bars hitting each other, extremely strong. Don't even think about it, it makes my teeth ache just thinking about it.

This time, the platoon leader finally couldn't bear it anymore. He could no longer lift his legs. His feet gave way and he fell to his knees. The fat man was still not satisfied and kicked the metal mobile frame with the simulated sniper rifle next to it. He broke off two sniper rifles one after another and bent a metal frame beam.

"Hiss..." There were gasps of air all around. This fat man who looked harmless was actually such a ruthless character. Was this a fucking thing done by a human? Are his legs made of iron or steel? Too much It makes my scalp numb!

In shock, the whole place fell silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

The fat man turned around, glanced at all the freedom fighters present, and said with a smile: "I'm just a fat man, what's wrong?"

No one answered, how to answer? Who dares to laugh at such a person, and who has the right to laugh at him? People should be so arrogant. The freedom fighters remembered the teasing and ridicule they had just seen when they saw this fat man, and they couldn't help but find a crack in the ground to crawl in!

The fat man shouted coldly: "Gather!"

The soldiers stood up in formation as quickly as possible. Not only them, but also the ordinary soldiers who were watching nearby also joined the gathering. The playground was filled with neat teams.

The fat man's voice rang out on the playground: "I know your psychology and the pain your nation has suffered, but this does not become an excuse for you to ignore your own lives and trample on the dignity of others!"

"In my mind, the Freedom Front is a group of steel warriors with passion, loyalty and iron discipline, not a group of cowards who only know paranoid nationalism!"

"Teacher Russell didn't send me here to lead everyone to death! It's easy to die on the battlefield, but can you win victory with your sacrifice? I'm telling you now, no! Your sacrifice doesn't even make a dent. Meaning! You think you are heroes, bah! Heroes are not people like you who don’t know how to cherish life and don’t know how to respect others!"

"Did you see the competition just now? You can call me despicable, shameless, and a liar, but the people who competed with me just now are not qualified to say such things, because you are already dead, and dead people have no right to accuse others. The one who speaks is a winner like me, and the one who is alive is the winner!"

"I am here today to give you a message. This is not the age of knights, nor is it the age of you and your enemies facing each other and dying together. What you need to learn is to live, a life and fight that is more torturous than a happy death! You need to What you learn is how to destroy your enemies, not how to destroy yourself!”

"If you don't know how to respect others, you won't get the respect of others. If you don't know how to cherish life, you won't deserve to win. Look at yourselves. Apart from being less afraid of death than others, how do you look like a truly brave warrior? Don't let me laugh at you anymore. Coward who looks like a hero! Dismissed!"

Tian Xingjian turned around with a cold face and walked into the conference room with the three leaders.

He left a playground full of shame and reflection. .