Counterfeit Hero

"You are so cruel! Feiyang is like this for everything?"

The fat man blew away the note hanging from his forehead, revealing a pair of dead fish eyes and staring at Margaret.

"You asked for it!" Margaret's clean and fair face was full of matter-of-factness. She gave the fat man a white look and said, "Who told you to go against us?"

As she said that, she looked at the match list and said leisurely: "If you sent these people out, wouldn't you have thought that they would eventually face off against the God of War? Even if they couldn't touch them in the top sixteen, wouldn't they still face each other in the top eight and four? "

"That's true..." The fat man suddenly realized it, and the note on his forehead was blown away. He threw out a hand of cards and shouted at Hargrove opposite: "****! I won! "

"Can they win?" Margaret turned her head and watched quietly as four cyan mechas entered the fighting arena. After a while, she nudged the fat man with her elbow: "What are you planning on doing?"

"You seem to care about us?" The fat man looked surprised and alert.

"They are all handsome guys..." Margaret's clear eyes were full of melancholy and worry, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly, trembling slightly: "If there is really something wrong with them, I will feel sad to see them. "

"Really?!" The fat man put up a pergola with his hands and looked at the fighting arena: "Which one do you like?"

"If I want it, you'll give it to me?!" Margaret's eyes sparkled.

"What's the use for you..." Fatty shuffled the cards: "Honestly, please help me find out which one of our bandits is more to Carolina's liking?"

Margaret bit her lip: "What do you want to do?"

The fat man said bitterly: "It's not the way to go on like this. It's really not possible. The bandit army and its subordinates can only sacrifice their lives for justice. I don't believe it. Great love cannot defeat arrogance and prejudice."

"Playing cards and joking when you have time..." Margaret said with a smile: "You don't seem to be in a hurry at all."

"What do I have to worry about..." A deck of cards quickly rotated open and closed in the fat man's hands. Extremely unpredictable: "When the time comes, let's see who is in a hurry!"

"I'm not talking about competition." Margaret smiled. Slowly disappeared. Delicate white fingers. Playing with the yogurt straw. The beautiful eyebrows are slightly raised. Look into the fat man's slender phoenix eyes. It's two points of exploration and eight points of meaning. .

The fat man held the poker in his hand. Convert from a circular fan into a stack. Place it slowly on the table. Looked up. Margaret in front of me. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. The tone that controls everything. Naturally with a touch of arrogance. There is no trace of the little girl who is obsessed with mechas. Temperament changes. It's just a word of time.

The straw in her hand is spinning dexterously between her thumb, index finger and middle finger. After knowing her identity, you will find that what is spinning is not a straw. It’s the Battle of Mars!

Witch... The description of this word in the intelligence is accurate. The fat man was still smiling, and he smiled very honestly. He said leisurely: "...I'm not talking about the competition. .”

"What are you going to do?" Margaret's clear eyes glanced at the fat man and said calmly: "You and your bandit army."

"The question is, what do you need us to do?" The fat man's hand was rubbing circles on his stomach. His tone was calm, but it was like a silent thunder: "You... and your Grandpa.”

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Margaret rubbed her fingers on the straw and paused slightly. His eyes were fixed on the fat man's face. In front of him, the fat man with a silly smile was stroking his belly, feeling very happy and happy.

"I don't believe it. The bandit army will stand by and watch." Margaret suppressed the shock in her heart. He continued the previous topic as if he hadn't heard the fat man's last words.

"I believe..." The fat man scratched his belly: "Marshal Hastings has already planned everything in this war zone. He won't move. I won't move. If he wants to move, I will cooperate. .”

"Don't you think you've been following my parrot?" The words had reached a point where Margaret finally lost patience with such ****. She was a little surprised that this damn fat man actually knew her identity.

"I just like this kind of ****." Fatty said intoxicatedly: "Everything you say to me is just like kissing."

Margaret stared at the fat man and suddenly smiled, Baimei was suddenly happy. He pushed the fat man gently and said coquettishly: "Damn it, fat man, you are actually investigating me. No, tell me what you are planning!"

Hargrove and others on the side had their mouths wide open.

They have lived for more than forty years, and in Mars, a primitive jungle where the jungle is dominated by the weak, they have seen many people full of tricks. However, this was the first time I had seen such young and thoughtful men and women like the two in front of me that made people's skin crawl. .

Not to mention that Fatty is such a monster, this girl named Margaret is no less gangster than Fatty, and in terms of changing her face, she is three points faster than Fatty. In addition, she is naturally charming and beautiful. If she were to look for a man, she would be hot and cold, far and near, and he would be rubbed to the point where his bones would become tender. Then why don't you ask and answer, you want to rip out your heart?

However, if such a method is used on a fat man who eats cows, chews peonies, burns harps, and cooks cranes, it seems to be ogling a blind man.

"Don't do this to me!" The fat monster couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster. For a woman of Margaret's level, her every frown and smile were really powerful. The warm fragrance of nephrite is nestled next to her, and her bones are as light as two ounces. However, this time, we cannot lose no matter what. He immediately put on a straight face and spoke sternly: "If you talk nonsense in front of me again, don't blame me for ruthlessly destroying flowers and beating vixens!"

"Bah..." Margaret's face was flushed, she pushed the fat man gently, her eyes flashed: "...you are the vixen."

"Intentionally?" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and glanced at Margaret's butt with evil intentions.

"You're cruel!" Margaret pulled the hair tie, and her long light golden hair spread out like waves. She bit the hair tie angrily, and while giving the fat man a roll of her eyes, she combed her long hair again with her hands. She understood that no matter how powerful she was, she couldn't stand this fat guy not playing by the rules. This fat man can definitely spank himself in front of hundreds of thousands of people!

"How did you know we had other plans?"

When Margaret was tying her hair, she had countless thoughts running through her mind, but she finally decided to go straight in and play tricks with this damn fat man. He could play with you forever.

"I have studied Marshal Hastings' techniques..." The fat man grabbed the cards on the table, turned his hand over, and two kings and kings miraculously appeared in his hand: "Besides, , I have also experienced it myself.”

"You mean, the battle in the Little Pyrenees galaxy?" Margaret remained calm. The war gods on the side had dull expressions on their faces. If the damn fat man has such great poker skills, why would he stick so many notes on his face? The thinking of this monster really cannot be speculated by ordinary people. As long as he is happy, he can do anything.

Does he really think that his saliva is a beauty?

"It seems that you know me well." The fat man looked at Margaret jokingly and curled his lips: "Our battle on the Mozic planet was to provide cover for the fleet led by Fisichella. And all of Fisichella's actions in the Little Pyrenees were a cover for Marshal Hastings to regain the Galileo system. Everyone was connected one by one. There are many such examples, how the grassroots fighting was, how much the losses were, I think Marshal Hastings doesn't care much. There must be a hidden core benefit in his battle plan. As long as he can obtain this benefit, it doesn't matter if the others fail."

"So, do you think he has a similar plan on the main channel?" Margaret looked at the big and small kings on the table and sighed in her heart. She finally understood why her grandfather noticed this fat man Leray. .

"It's just a guess..." The fat man smiled and said: "However, after knowing your identity, I was only 30% sure, but now I am 70% sure. The granddaughter of Hastings, Margaret grew up as the Minister of Military Affairs of the Fiji Alliance. She officially attended the high-level military meeting at the age of fifteen. At the age of eighteen, she had already commanded the Fiji Alliance against the conflict in the northern Kensuth Star Territory. Margaret was known as the successor of the God of War. Miss, you suddenly became an adjutant, so naturally you are not here for a vacation."

"How do you know my identity?" Margaret was confused.

"Do you think I'm a pig?" The fat man glared: "You moved next door to me for no reason, seduced me all day long, antagonized me on the training ground, flirted with me, and deliberately attracted my attention. There's nothing like being a personal adjutant. What does he look like? Besides, you are really an adjutant, how dare you casually agree to help release Klaus?! If I don’t investigate, who will you investigate?!”

"Damn fat man, I seduced you?!" No matter how tough and strong Margaret was, she was still very angry at the fat man.

"Look, you admitted it yourself!" The fat man took one bite and was deeply moved.

"Okay!" Margaret gritted her teeth and said, "It seems that I have nothing to cooperate with you!"

"If you don't cooperate, you won't cooperate! What's the big deal!" The fat man said with disdain: "Anyway, our bandit soldiers are small and weak. If someone comes to attack us, at worst, they will burrow into the free lane, and no one can eat my bird. Besides, we I have no interest in the Sarga Longbow Star Region!”

"Longbow Star Territory!"

Fatty's words made everyone feel numb. Several war gods looked at each other with extremely surprised expressions. No matter how stupid they were, they knew what this sentence meant.

Turning to look at Margaret, she saw that the expression of the angry female Colonel Feiyang had changed.

"Beep", "beep"... The electronic sound of countdown came from the fighting field.

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