Counterfeit Hero

Kolev held his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran walked into the lobby of the Black Devil Studio.

"I'm so excited." Looking at a group of scientists gathered in front of the central computer, Kolev's tone was like the ice in November: "It seems that you guys really don't take me, Kolev, seriously at this time. If you have time, you can continue to stay here and watch the news.”

Hearing Kolev's voice, everyone in the studio who had been paying attention to the virtual screen suddenly turned around, and saw Kolev slowly walking into the door with a livid face and a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Behind him, twenty people armed with automatic rifles Al-Shabaab militants filed in.

The scientists' faces turned pale. No one is an idiot. Just listen to the tone of Kolev's words and you will know that this butcher has bad intentions.

Although he hated Kolev very much, Belch still stood aside the crowd, put on a smile, and explained to Kolev: "Captain Kolev, look, we have all prepared our luggage and are getting ready to leave... .”

Kolev said oh expressionlessly, and suddenly glared at Belch with side eyes, and said sternly: "Then why don't you leave? Have you forgotten the ultimatum I gave you?!"

Belch looked at the black muzzles of the twenty armed men's guns, suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "How dare we forget what you said, Captain Kolev, isn't there still a few hours before the ultimatum? We just cleaned up. Okay, I don’t dare to delay at all.”

"No delay?" Kohleff sneered twice, looked at Belch gloomily and said, "Do you think I'm blind? You guys are all here watching the news with gusto. Do you think you didn't delay?"

The scientists looked at each other. They really didn't understand. There were still several hours left before the ultimatum, and they had paid a huge sum of money for their lives. Why was Kolev so angry about everyone watching the news?

A young and energetic researcher said: "Just look at the news, it's not bad..."

The researcher hasn't finished speaking yet. Belch stretched out his hand to stop him, blocked his next words, smiled at Kolev and said: "Captain Kolev, we are leaving right away, we are leaving right away!"

With that said, Belch turned around and winked at the others, then turned around to pick up his suitcase.

Suddenly, a "Bang!" gunshot rang out in Belch's ears.

Belch turned around in shock, only to see that the young researcher who had just spoken was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, in the middle of his eyebrows. It was a black and red bullet hole. A big hole was opened in the back of the head by the bullet. Blood mixed with white brain matter spurted out several meters away...

Looking up in shock and anger, he saw that the person who fired the gun was none other than Kolev with a ferocious look on his face.

The butcher still maintained his shooting posture, looking at the corpse on the ground coldly and said: "I didn't ask. When is it your turn to speak?" After saying that, he raised his head and smiled evilly at the scientists: "Since you don't want to leave, , then don’t leave, everyone!” Forman’s mind went blank, he staggered to the window and looked out. At the street intersection, there were more than two hundred armed members of the Khas Shabab, just like him. Standing blankly behind the piled sandbags and isolation nets, he looked at the bandit mechas arranged in a triangular assault formation not far away.

The bandit mechas had no intention of launching an attack. They just stood there quietly, in neat formation, maintaining silence. It's like a guest who just rang the doorbell.

However, as soon as they saw them, everyone could not help but feel a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone at the site knows that the straight-line distance from Puluo Town to here is nearly two hundred kilometers, separated by nine large and small armed force defense zones. Most of these forces are not weaker than Khas Shabab. There are even two. This is something that the Khas Shabab would never dare to provoke.

Who would have thought that it only took more than two hours. This group of mecha troops, exuding a murderous aura, just barged in!

Two hours and two hundred kilometers, which also included the time it took them to defeat three local armed forces and almost completely annihilate the Tucker Freedom Brigade! The battle advance speed is as high as one hundred kilometers per hour. What a crazy data!

The bandits took advantage of the passage! Only four words. The voice of the person who spoke was calm, without any emotion. Not harsh. Not to mention a threat.

But. This group of lunatics use these four words to open the way. The autumn wind swept all the way like fallen leaves!

Those who could not resist this arrogant and domineering word all obediently moved out of the way. And those who resisted or just tried to resist have disappeared... They couldn't even slow down the progress of more than two hundred crazy mechas.

When we set out, the bandit army was 238 vehicles, and when we got here, it was still 238 vehicles! Not a lot of cars!

Now, these cold steel bodies that still smell of gunpowder smoke and blood are standing in front of them and looking at themselves coldly. Just thinking about the scene when these madmen launched a charge, all the Khas Shabaab people present felt weak in their calves.

What he is driving is a military mecha with energy cannons and energy shields! In front of them, these sandbags, trenches and isolation nets were no different from those made of paper!

"The bandits are using the road!"

A cold voice sounded for the second time.

Everyone shuddered, and some armed men even dropped their guns on the ground. Many people turned their heads and looked around anxiously and frightenedly, looking for the officer who had the right to say yes.

This battle cannot be fought. At this intersection, there were only more than two hundred infantrymen armed with old-fashioned firearms and a dozen private mechas. It’s not even enough to put space between people’s teeth. Even if armed personnel from other defense lines and resting areas were brought over, it would only cost them a few more minutes.

When he heard the second sound of the bandits taking advantage of the passage, Forman jumped up as if he had been stabbed by a needle and rushed downstairs with strode. If he was still lucky when he didn't see the bandit mecha, now, he has no idea of ​​resisting at all.

How could Foreman not see the murderous intent of these mechas after a lifetime of scheming. If nothing else, just the way he stands. Looking at the formation, you can know that this long-trained elite teacher cannot be stopped by his rogue men who stand crookedly and sit like an alarm clock.

The intersection defense line has fallen into a dead silence.

The bandit mechas were silent, and the Khas Shabaab armed forces were silent and trembling.

When the third "bandit troops borrowed the passage" sounded coldly, Forman finally ran to the defense line out of breath.

"Make way! Make way!" Foreman waved his hands angrily.

With a crash on the ground, the Al-Shabaab armed men, who had already lost their footing, immediately opened the isolation net, dropped their weapons and stood by the roadside. A few timid ones still raised their hands high, their eyes full of innocence, for fear of accidentally causing misunderstandings among the bandits. .

"superior!"

Following Fatty's order, the sharp knife company immediately moved into squad units. stormed into the al-Shabaab defense zone in Khas. Some people continued to advance in depth for defense, while others controlled all the skirmishers on the roadside.

Seeing these ferocious steel monsters rushing into the defense zone, everyone, including Forman, raised their hands, and the innocent eyes in their eyes flashed desperately, indicating that they had no intention of resisting at all. Don’t reach out to hit the smiling person. Let's give way. The men who drive mechas must also show their loyalty, right?

The horizontal knife stopped in front of Forman, and the hydraulic arm pushed open the canopy. The fat man looked at Foreman up and down with his eyes wide open, with an angry look on his face.

Forman's stiff face didn't know whether he was crying or laughing. He looked at the fat man and said cautiously: "Sir, I have given the order to go down and let them go all the way! There is absolutely no conflict between the Khas Shabab and the bandits. From here to Silicon Valley In North District 1, as long as it is the territory of Khas Shabab, there will be absolutely no obstruction.”

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by the fat man, Foreman changed the subject and said, "However, the North Second District is not in our hands. It is controlled by a small mercenary. We are afraid that those guys are up to no good." He said flatteringly: "Yes. No, should I send someone to help?”

The fat man's head shook like a rattle.

"Then..." Forman looked back at the mechas that controlled the entire neighborhood. I felt a little anxious. Didn't you say that these guys let go of the defense line and passed without any delay... Why do they all stay here with no intention of leaving?

"We've arrived at our destination. We won't go anywhere else." The fat man's voice with a wicked smile was like a thunder exploding in Foreman's ears!

"Here...here?" Forman felt cold all over. In his eyes, the fat man with a simple and honest face looked like a devil holding a fork and shaking his triangular tail. He murmured: "Brother, we have no grudges in the past and have no grudges in recent days. We will never offend the river. This..."

Forman felt so regretful. I should have known that the bandit army was here to steal my territory. Either he should leave with others. Or it's time to fight him! Unexpectedly, he was confused by the actions of the bandits in front of him, and lard was blinded. You put your life in the hands of others!

Now, let alone resistance, even if you want to die, I'm afraid you have to get the nod first!

"You are unloyal!" Forman felt so wronged that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Who says I'm not loyal?" Fatty quits!

"You said you were borrowing the road, but we gave way and you didn't leave. We have no grievances. What do you mean?" Forman said loudly.

"That's right." The fat man said plausibly, and his voice was louder than Forman's: "We took the road to get in here, we didn't say we were going out from here!"

Foreman looks at the fat man with a confused expression on his face and realizes that he is a scholar who meets a soldier and has no reason to explain. The posture the fat man put up was no different from the way the shrew would start a fight.

"Then what does your army want to do?" Foreman asked helplessly and pitifully.

"Come pick up a few people in the third area of ​​Silicon Valley that you control!" Fatty looked at the time and said calmly: "I want to take everyone from Black Devil Studio with me."

"Pick someone up?" When he heard that they were not here to kill him, Foreman immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was thinking about the third area, and suddenly he jumped up like a monkey on fire! That area was controlled by damn Kolev, and now Kolev is cleaning up substances under his orders! I heard that several people from the studio have been killed.

"I'll take you there!" Forman said quickly.

"I told you a long time ago that you have to be content!" Kolev pointed the gun at a staff member standing aside blankly and pulled the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot. A big hole popped up in the chest of the staff member. The middle-aged man looked at his chest blankly and fell down. Thick, bright red blood slowly flowed out from under his body. Spread along the anti-static floor.

"Given you time, you must learn to be grateful!" Kohleff pointed the gun at the next person with a grin: "Unfortunately, you have lost your last chance. If you want to learn to be grateful, you have to wait until the next life!"

The scientists stared blankly at the fallen companions in front of them. Just a few minutes ago, these companions were standing in front of them alive and saying this, but now. They have become lifeless corpses.

For a long time, although the Mars Freeport was a typical world of the jungle, it was not that scary to these talented scientists. The fights between gangs have nothing to do with them. Just have wisdom and brains. Many organizations want to win over them.

This is an era where technology is king. A scientific research project or an invention may bring a company or an organization back to life and make a fortune, or it may give them an advantage in competition with each other. The most important thing is that scientists who only focus on scientific research will not participate in power struggles. They are no threat to anyone!

This positioning once satisfied scientists! In their eyes, as long as they have enough time and space to immerse themselves in their research, it is the happiest life in the world.

But now, everyone present hates why they are just a helpless scientist instead of a warrior! They wanted to tear the inhuman bastard in front of them to pieces, but the wisdom and power they had always been superstitious about was so weak in front of Kolev's gun!

One of the staff members who was pointed at gunpoint by Kohleff was only in his twenties. The young man had no thoughts at this moment. He could only stare at Kolev's fingers. With just a click of that finger, he would be the same as the two people who were shot before. Falling in a pool of blood.

A young life was ended so easily?

Kolev moved his fingers slightly twice. He was torturing the nerves of his prey, something he often did. Nothing excites him more than killing his prey when it is finally distracted or lucky.

Beep. A soft sound sounded from the communicator on Kolev's wrist.

Kohleff looked at the communicator in his hand in surprise, retracted his gun, and prepared to answer the call.

Just when the young staff member inevitably relaxed, a gunshot rang out. On his forehead. A bloody hole also appeared.

The moment he fell down with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Hahahaha!" Kolev burst out laughing wildly, under the eyes-splitting hatred of the surrounding scientists. He danced and almost laughed to tears. Then, he pressed the answer button on the communicator. .

Amid gunfire, Foreman quickly rushed into the Imagination Technology Building.

Behind him were a fat man with a livid face and forty heavily armed bandit soldiers with expressionless faces.

The communicator was finally connected.

"Kolev?!" Foreman panted and rushed into the suspended elevator.

"It's me, Chairman Forman!" Kolev's respectful voice came from the communicator.

"Who the hell asked you to shoot? Stand right where you are! Don't move!" Forman looked at the twitching black face of the fat man next to him, and even his voice was trembling: "Nothing. You can’t do it, you can’t even blink! Do you understand? I’ll be there soon!”

The blush still remained on his face after laughing wildly, and Kolev's expression suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at the three corpses lying on the ground, wondering what happened to Foreman, but an unknown premonition immediately struck him.

Moments later, Forman burst madly into the lobby of Black Devil's studio, with him behind him. Dozens of soldiers whom Kolev had never seen before quickly spread out and surrounded everyone in the mainland studio, including him and his armed men.

"Put down your guns!" After Forman ordered Kolev's armed men to put down their weapons, he strode up to Kolev, raised his hand and slapped him twice: "Who told you to shoot and kill?!"

As he spoke, Foreman, with red eyes, kicked Kolev to the ground, who had fallen into a completely sluggish state.

The sudden change made Kolev dumbfounded. But for the scientists on the side, it was like going from hell to heaven all at once! This change made their brains dizzy and their whole bodies trembling as if they were experiencing electric shock.

Look at the fat man next to Forman, and look at the dozens of elite and tough bandit soldiers surrounding the studio hall. It was them who, for the helpless scientists like themselves, unleashed the wrath of thunder. It was them who broke through more than a dozen separate areas in just two hours and rushed all the way here, shocking the entire Mars Freeport!

The intense stimulation of escaping from death has exceeded the psychological endurance of many people, including a few female researchers who could not control their emotions. He cried immediately, and those big men also had red eyes!

"I'm sorry..." The fat man gritted his teeth and looked at the three corpses lying in a pool of blood with a livid face: "I'm still late!"

After the deathly silence in the hall, there was a loud cry.

For these scientists who just immersed themselves in research, the experience just now was too cruel.

The young staff member who had just been shot dead had only been in this studio for three months. diligent. Eager to learn. Although he has not made much achievements in research and development, he can always complete every collaborative work assigned to him well.

A few minutes, just a few minutes faster, this young life will not disappear!

But, can you blame the fat man with tears in his eyes?

Staying and waiting is a decision made by everyone! In this war-torn world, they were driven out of here and had nowhere to go! And the fat man. After making a promise, it was a thunderous run of two hundred kilometers! He was even better than he promised. Still dozens of minutes early!

If you want to blame, you can only blame the inhumane Kolev!

Countless pairs of hateful eyes were all focused on Kohleff, who had just gotten up from the ground! No matter how weak these scientists are, at this moment, they can't wait to cut this villain into pieces with a thousand knives, eat his flesh, sleep on his skin, crush his bones and scatter his ashes!

suddenly. Something unexpected happened. Kolev backhanded the gun in his hand. It was already on the head of Belch who was closest to him.

"What are you doing?" Foreman's face suddenly turned pale!

The fat man's face also changed, and the flesh on his face twitched, which was very scary. When they entered the door just now, Kolev's men had already disarmed under Foreman's scolding. Not only did Kolev have no traces of having a gun on his body, he even showed no resistance to Foreman's two slaps.

Unexpectedly, Nakolev would jump over the wall so decisively.

"You're looking for death!" Fatty Three Corpse Gods jumped violently.

"Get out of the way!" Kolev was completely prepared and shouted with red eyes: "Otherwise I will kill him!"

"Put down the gun! Kolev!" Foreman was sweating profusely. He knew that as long as Kolev fired, it would definitely be the end of the Khas Shabab! Including himself, everyone in this group will be killed by the fat man without hesitation!

"Don't force me!" Veins popped up on Kolev's forehead, and he shouted hysterically: "Get out of my way!"

Kohleff's hand holding the gun was trembling. He never dreamed that he, who just now controlled the life and death of others, would be in this situation in the blink of an eye!

"Get out of the way!..." Kolev grabbed Belch and looked around, his eyes full of fear and despair. "Let him go..." The fat man suddenly sighed and said in a deep voice: " Shall I let you go?"

"Why should I believe you?" Kolev's heart was beating violently, and the fat man's words gave him a glimmer of hope.

"What I say, you can only..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, a bandit soldier named Bernardine Parry, a former pirate from Redbeard's main raiding group, had quietly approached Kolev from the crowd.

Seeing that Kolev's attention was attracted by the fat man, the veteran gangster Parry immediately took action like lightning. He grabbed Kolev's hand holding the gun and twisted it hard. He only heard a heart-stopping click sound and Kolev's scream. The sound sounded at the same time, and the white stubble bones were exposed through the muscles. At the same time, Markovich silently jumped out from the side and kicked Kolev in the ribs.

This kick was so fast and hard that it directly broke Kolev's ribs. Before everyone could recover, Kolev's sudden screams had stopped abruptly!

However, the nightmare was not over yet. In the midst of the stone fire and lightning, two more bandit soldiers who were approaching quickly took action. One of the two soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, kicked Kolev's calf off with one kick, and the other directly hit him with the butt of his rifle. It hit Kolev's left arm.

Hearing two simultaneous clicks, Kolev, who had been unable to scream, let out an earth-shattering scream.

The scream no longer sounded like it was coming from a human being, it was creepy!

Everyone was shocked by what happened in front of them. The four gangsters attacked in front of everyone without blinking an eyelid. Their timing was perfect, they cooperated with each other tacitly, and their movements were extremely fierce and skillful. !

The fat man walked up to Kolev. Looked at him coldly.

Three of his limbs were broken and his ribs were broken, but Kolev still remained conscious. When this murderous butcher saw the fat man approaching, he suddenly screamed and struggled: "You just said I would let go and you let me go. I let go, I let go!"

Kolev was prolific in killing people, and now that he was in a desperate situation, he had lost all his former ferocity, and even less spine. He cried and begged for mercy, which only made the others sick.

The fat man pulled out the fighting thorn from his waist, strangled Kolev's neck, lifted him up with his feet off the ground, carefully counted his ribs, and while Kolev was struggling desperately, he stabbed the fighting thorn upward diagonally. into his heart. On the other hand, he said calmly: "Remember, the next time you hear someone talk about conditions, you must first distinguish whether it is an exclamation mark or a question mark!"

Kohleff kicked his legs suddenly, and his wide eyes suddenly lost their luster.

At the moment of death, he suddenly remembered what the fat man said: "Should I let you go?"

So despicable! He lies.