Counterfeit Hero

Volume 5 Chapter 73 Capturing Life

Nothing! "

"Yeah, I've searched all over, but nothing was found."

Several patrol soldiers gathered next to the [Holy Sword] 18 mecha, interacting with each other.

Ever since the strange gunshot, this patrol team, less than 20 meters away from Fatty, has been searching here for nearly half an hour.

However, no matter how many times they searched the mountain, they could not find any clues. That shot seemed like it was not shot by a human at all. Just appear out of thin air and disappear out of thin air. If not everyone heard it, the soldiers might even suspect that they were hallucinating.

A soldier anxiously grabbed the gun from the suspected soldier's hand, turned it over and over, and cursed: "If you ask me, the problem is with your gun."

The suspected soldier frowned, veins pulsing on his forehead, and said angrily: "What do you mean? The base has sent people to search, and there are snipers here! Are you confused or are you deliberately trying to make yourself uncomfortable?"

The soldier from before sneered and said, "Who knows where your shot went!"

"Shut up!" The leading sergeant kicked the previous soldier into a somersault and said in a stern voice: "You are a fucking pig! Don't you know that you will die if you say this?" He quickly looked around and whispered. shouted: "From now on, no one is allowed to mention the gunshot!"

Several soldiers looked at each other and fell silent.

More than twenty minutes ago, as soon as the alarm at the base at the foot of the mountain went off, they received an order to search for snipers.

A sniper can bring chaos and fanfare to the entire base. Thinking with his buttocks, he knew something big must have happened. And then, in the regional communication channel, the partners in the base. The vague news made them feel like they were struck by lightning - Stephen was assassinated. Life or death is uncertain!

Everyone here understood. The whole thing has a lot to do with that gunshot. And this gunshot. But it dragged the entire patrol to the edge of the abyss where there would be no recovery.

In Gacharin's army with a strict hierarchy. A company commander can decide the life or death of lower-level soldiers, and the sound of the gunshot was known. One can imagine how serious the consequences would be. If a sniper shoots Stephen under the eyes of the patrol, the patrol responsible for guarding this area has neglected its duty. Being pressed up layer by layer from above, the skin will have to be peeled off even if you don't die.

What’s even more chilling is that if that shot really went off and hit Stephen by a one-in-a-million coincidence, the entire patrol might have died! Although the possibility of an accidental fire hitting Stephen is almost absurd, when the sniper cannot be caught. No matter how ridiculous the reason is, it will eventually become a scapegoat and reported to superiors!

So, no matter what, it's better to let this matter rot in your heart. Whether it was a sniper or a misfire. This responsibility is not something this patrol team can bear!

The mountain wind blew by, and several patrol soldiers found that their vests were getting cold.

Other hills in the distance. Groups of soldiers wearing Gacharin's four-color combat uniforms lined up in a snake-like formation, moving slowly on the hillside. Time passed by, and several key hills were searched. Still no trace of any suspicious person was found. The infantry are still combing the jungle again and again, while the mecha troops have focused their search farther away.

In the communication channel, the officers became increasingly impatient. They urged, yelled and cursed without stopping for a moment. Two reinforced infantry regiments with ten battalions, including guard companies directly under the regiment. Communications Company. All people in the logistics transport company and regiment headquarters who can stand and walk. They were all sent out!

On the small mountains surrounding Clijsters Army Base, more than 7,000 people were searched in a dragnet style. Unit density has reached the point of waste.

The patrol members who had reached a tacit understanding with each other dispersed a new round of search with the only [Holy Sword] 18 mecha as the center amid the chaotic curses and urgings in the regional communication channel.

The leading staff sergeant was responsible for the east side. He followed the hillside, splitting the thorns with the military dagger in his hand, and slowly moved deeper into the mountainside. The slippery mud under his feet made him focus most of his attention on maintaining his balance. The dense thorn bushes covered with barbs made him extremely annoyed.

After patiently walking down for another twenty meters, the sergeant saw a small piece of flat land covered with thick dark yellow leaves in front of his eyes. He carefully took two steps down the slippery mud slope. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he kicked off his right foot and took a long step towards the flat ground with his left foot.

He only heard a muffled sound of "Plop!", and he had no idea that the ground sergeant was covered in mud under the fallen leaves, and half of his body had already sunk into the mud. This accident made him embarrassed for a while. He struggled, cursing loudly in his mouth, and turned around to climb up.

The hurried sergeant didn't know that all of this had been captured by satellite and transmitted in real time to the Skynet screen at the central console of a command mecha more than a thousand kilometers away.

Watching the sergeant step into the mud, everyone in front of Skynet

At this moment, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated countless times. This small area is where Tian Xingjian hides. The position where the sergeant stepped was only one meter away from the fat man's body.

"Alan!" The sergeant climbed up to the edge of the mud pond, used his dagger to cut a small space, sat down, and turned on the communicator on his helmet and shouted.

"What's the matter, sir?" The voice of Sergeant Allen, who was driving the [Holy Sword] 18 mecha, came from the communicator.

The sergeant lowered his head and struggled to remove the energy gun from his body and put it aside. Looking at my clothes and pants that were completely disfigured by the mud, I just felt extremely tired. The psychological pressure caused by the successive searches and that nightmarish gunshot had left him exhausted. After taking a breath, he weakly said to Allen: "Come down for a moment. Give me a set of spare clothes in your mecha."

[Holy Sword] 18 single-soldier mecha roared and came over quickly. The huge mecha knocked down several small trees and was firmly nailed to the hillside full of thorns. Sergeant Allen saw the sergeant covered in mud and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "How did it happen like this?"

The sergeant glanced sideways at Allen in the transparent cockpit of the mecha. While taking off his clothes and pants that were completely covered in mud, he said angrily: "I got into trouble today. Hurry, give me your clothes." one time."

The sound of the engine decreased, and the mecha's limbs contracted to release the fighting state. There was a soft sound of the hydraulic arm extending. The canopy opened, and Sergeant Allen, who was more than a size larger than the sergeant, jumped out. He turned around and opened the trunk at the waist of the mecha, stood on tiptoe and rummaged for clothes, and said, "I have some clothes, but will they be a little too big for you?"

"Look, I'm about the same size as you!" Along with a whisper, the sergeant's voice came from behind Allen.

"Absolutely?" Allen didn't expect that the sergeant who had always been quiet and smiling could be so humorous. He grabbed the clothes he found from the trunk and turned around with a smile... The smile solidified on his face. A strong monster covered in black mud stood behind him, showing a mouth of white teeth. Next to the monster, there was a sergeant with a fighting thorn nailed to his throat.

Allen rolled his eyes with difficulty, and everything that appeared in front of him was beyond his cognitive scope. He couldn't understand how the monster killed the sergeant in the time between the sergeant's words and the time when he turned around, and then posed behind him with a grin on his face, completing such a strange static scene. Picture!

Allen didn't think about it any further. The next second, his Adam's apple was shattered by the monster's lightning-fast punch.

The vigorous blood clogged Allen's mouth and nasal cavity in an instant. He could only open his eyes in pain and confusion, and fell to the muddy ground while the world was spinning.

When his body touched the ground, at the last moment when death struck, Allen saw the monster quickly snatching the clothes in his hand.

Several commanders of the 19th Division and the staff in the command mecha were all staring at the Skynet screen with their mouths agape. They had maintained this posture ever since the fat man rose silently from the muddy pond and accurately killed the corporal with his eyes covered in mud.

If Skynet surveillance hadn't reflected everything so truly and objectively, no one would have believed that Fatty's strength had reached such a terrifying level!

Too fast, too fast. From the jump to the end, it is just a matter of seconds. And at this moment, the fat man threw flying stabs and punched to kill. The incredible speed, strength, precision, and ability to seize opportunities displayed by the fat man were almost monsterous.

Even LeRae's top-ranked special forces soldier would never be able to complete these basic subjects so perfectly.

[Holy Sword] 18-man individual mecha, which is a high-end model among the Gacharin standard mechas. Now, the mecha stood there quietly with its canopy open.

After a period of silence, everyone waved their fists, high-fived each other, and cheered almost wildly. After more than ten hours of waiting and suffering, there was finally a perfect ending. Everyone believed that as long as they got on the mecha, no one on this planet could stop Fatty from leaving.

Only Bonnie and Nia closed their eyes in time. Sure enough, the fat man with a silly smile almost couldn't wait to strip himself naked again. Then he stood there naked, picking up Allen's uniform and turning it over and over, looking left and right.

Looking at the gleeful face of this bitch, everyone had the illusion that...this fat man risked his life just for this moment of unbridled nudity.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in front of Skynet. .

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