Counterfeit Hero

At this time, in the Gacharin Empire's military headquarters, General Gordon, currently the number one man in the military, was looking out the window with his hands behind his back, whether he was deep in thought or in a daze.

The location of Gacharin's military headquarters is a circular building that is huge enough to accommodate 100,000 people. It is located in the east district of Tanvir, the capital. It is the largest building in a country where the military and imperial power are paramount. Looking out from Admiral Gordon's office, there seemed to be no particularly beautiful scenery except for a hillside and the road winding above it.

Admiral Gordon's chief confidential secretary has been standing quietly beside him for a long time. He never understood why the general always liked to look out the window at the slightly green hillsides and the roads that were basically only passed by military vehicles. He had developed this habit since he moved into the office that formerly belonged to Russell. After the first confidential secretary who disturbed his view of the scenery received a stern scolding, no one dared to stand in his place again. Disturb him in front of this floor-to-ceiling window.

The Chief Confidential Secretary secretly looked at his watch. He had been standing here with this eccentric general for half an hour, and half an hour later, he had to prepare the arrangements for a meeting. This made He was a little anxious. Admiral Gordon finally came back from his thoughts, looked back at the disturbed secretary and said, "Did the news come back?"

The Chief Confidential Secretary nodded respectfully, took out a document from the folder in his hand, placed it on the desk in front of Gordon and said, "Yes, General! Hopkins missed it."

Gordon was startled and asked in disbelief: "What! Did he miss?"

The confidential secretary stood there quietly and solemnly said: "Yes, General!"

Gordon was lost in thought for a while, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then reached out to pick up the documents on the table and said in a light tone: "It was the news he sent back, asking him to continue looking for opportunities, and cooperate with his actions on the second day." .”

The confidential secretary hesitated. Finally he muttered: "General, Hopkins is dead. Number 2 was also exposed due to the failure of the mission."

"Clang!" The antique ceramic teacup in Gordon's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He stared at the confidential secretary with an unimaginable look. Shocked: "Dead! You said he is dead!?"

The Chief Confidential Secretary could not meet his eyes and lowered his head in fear. Silence was also an answer.

Gordon's anger surged and he slammed the table. shouted: "Let me ask you a question! Is Hopkins dead?" The confidential secretary trembled with fright, stood at attention and said: "Yes. General!"

Gordon slumped down on the chair and murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible! He is the second-ranked sniper in the world!"

Suddenly, he asked hurriedly as if he had woken up: "How did he die?"

The confidential secretary pointed to the document in his hand and replied: "According to the news from No. 1. He died in a sniper duel. The specific way of death is unclear. The person who killed him was... a variable."

"Variable?" Gordon stood up and asked in surprise: "That variable?"

The chief confidential secretary nodded and said: "Yes. General."

Gordon said in a daze: "The variable is just a lieutenant. He... Damn it, how many times has this happened! Does the royal family know?"

The confidential secretary replied: "Yes, General. The royal family already knows!"

Gordon was silent for a while and then said: "Send the news of Hopkins's death to the sniper website, as well as the opponent's information!" He suddenly showed a smile, and then said: "The snipers ranked below are not This variable will put this unknown person in front of them. Let them solve it!"

The confidential secretary said in awe: "Yes, general!"

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Obviously, the place where Milan took the fat man was not the Simai Hotel, but a large warehouse located on a remote side street in the West District of Gariparan.

The warehouse covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters and is more than 30 meters high. It occupies one side of this small street. The outer wall looks very dilapidated and is covered with vines, making it look even more ancient. But it's obviously very lively here, with people coming and going in an endless stream. Walking into the warehouse, Fatty discovered that the cost of building this warehouse was definitely no less than that of a skyscraper. It used the best ground materials, the walls were very strong, and the thickness was estimated to be able to withstand missiles, and the roof had dozens of hundreds of meters of super-high beams. Alloy arch beams are not affordable for ordinary warehouses.

The fat man was secretly stunned. What idiot could be so extravagant and actually build such a big warehouse. Turning to look at the front wall of the isolated hall, there were several eye-catching characters on the wall: Invincible Mechanical Maintenance and Modification Center.

"Holy shit, Heifer flies on a plane!" The fat man felt that the boss of this center was definitely a madman who boasted about his bullshit. Milan pulled the fat man who was looking around to look inside. This appearance looked like the center of a warehouse, which was divided into upper and lower floors. The passage was very wide and bustling with all kinds of people, including young people who dyed their hair in various colors. , there are office workers with serious expressions in suits and ties, and there are also rich people who are surrounded by bodyguards and beautiful beauties. On several other passages separated by barbed wire, flying cars and private mechas were lining up to enter the center's maintenance workshop.

It seems that this center still has some strength. Fatty followed Milan to the central hall and took a look. He immediately held his breath. In this hall, which was thirty meters high and looked like a huge gymnasium, there were densely packed displays of various private mechas and flying cars. What interests Fatty most is that these personal mechas are no longer the same as when they left the factory. The traces of modification are very obvious. Many new materials and new technologies have been applied to these mechas.

Fatty finally understood why Milan brought him here. For the transformation of "logic", the private mecha here has great reference significance, especially in the two indicators of close combat and burst speed, the private mecha's The transformation has far exceeded that of military mechas. This is determined by the development and research paths of the two different mechas. It is not that there is a problem with the development capabilities of military mechas.

Fatty and Milan were studying the modified structures of these mechas one by one in this huge showroom. For Fatty, looking at the shape of a mecha can roughly analyze its power plant, transmission device, and mechanism. A computer, control mode, electronic devices and other built-in equipment. Although I don’t know the models of these equipment, I can still get inspiration from the appearance and technical parameters of the mecha.

The two people studied almost every humanoid mecha clockwise and discussed the performance and modification level of these mechas. There were many people in the hall, but Fatty and Milan did not notice that there was a person who had been following them with great interest. Beside him, he pretended to pay attention to the parameters of the mecha while listening to the conversation between the two.

Fatty is a person who loves mecha design and research. He is particularly interested in mechanical things. Milan is originally studying this. It is not a matter of whether she likes it or not. She just loves the house and the bird. Anyway, she likes what Fatty likes. The two of them were holding hands like a couple going shopping, and they were enjoying themselves when suddenly someone started quarreling next to them. .