Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1322: Chapter 67: Lofty Mountains and Steep Ridges (End)

As the little kid made a strange mouth shape, a sizzling sound suddenly rang in Vego’s ears, startling him.

The Mecha’s cockpit door quickly closed, and the cabin lights simultaneously increased by two levels.

Six soldiers holding guns instinctively squinted in the glaring light, while four staff members working at the central console and three Mechanical Warriors raised their heads almost simultaneously... Everyone’s face showed confusion about the suddenly bright lights and the abruptly closed doors.

A sense of danger instantly attacked Vego. But before he could react, the Fatty suddenly grabbed the little boy who was lying on his shoulder and forcefully swung him away.

At the moment the little boy flew out, Fatty struck like lightning, punching one soldier in the face. With his explosive power, Fatty’s fist was like a hammer swinging in the air, completely deforming the soldier’s face. As the soldier flew backward, Fatty already swung a chopping hand to the neck of another soldier holding a gun.

The neck of the second soldier was like a piece of sugarcane being swept by an iron rod, turning into a horrific horizontal V shape. His eyes bulged out like a goldfish, with his head snapping over and smashing against his own shoulder.

As two soldiers were killed in an instant, the third soldier on the left reflexively raised his gun, stretching his finger towards the trigger. But the next second, a chubby finger blocked his trigger.

It was Fatty’s finger. At the same time as he chopped off the second soldier’s neck, his left hand darted out like a snake and precisely inserted his finger behind the energy gun’s trigger.

The soldier unable to pull the trigger looked up in horror, seeing a chubby face drawing infinitely close.

With a thud, two heads collided heavily. The soldier’s face smashed like a watermelon. The intense pain made him involuntarily release his grip and cover his face.

Fatty brutally snatched the gun away. As the half-meter-long Jiepeng AT208 Energy Automatic Rifle spun a flower in his hand, he had already kicked the Jiepeng Soldier in the abdomen harshly.

This kick was both fast and vicious. The Jiepeng Soldier’s mouth sprayed out a mist of blood, tumbling backward like riding the clouds. When he crashed into the steel wall of the cockpit like a ragged sack, the second soldier’s body had just fallen.

One punch, one hand, one head, one leg!

Three Jiepeng Soldiers were killed one after another, three different scenes, yet it felt like they all happened in the same instant. Time completely yielded to Fatty’s fierce fighting skills at this moment.

What shocked Vego even more was the little boy who flew out like a cannonball.

As Fatty punched the first Jiepeng Soldier’s face, the little boy was headbutting into the chest of a soldier on the right. As Fatty chopped off the second soldier’s neck, the boy had already leaped into the air with a piercing sound of bones breaking, kicking out with his legs, sending two armed soldiers flying simultaneously.

As Fatty inserted a hand into the energy gun trigger of the third soldier and headbutted him, the boy had already shot backwards like lightning, accurately knocking a Jiepeng Mechanic who was about to stand up from the control chair flying.

The impact was extremely fierce; the Jiepeng Mechanic’s tall body instantly softened. Subsequently, the boy pressed his foot on the seat’s armrest, continuing to fly backward at an angle, flipping around to deliver an upside-down kick, swinging his short leg fiercely at another Mechanical Warrior’s head.

As the brilliant blood splattered everywhere, the little boy was already gone.

When seen again, the Main Control Knight and the necks of the four staff in front of the console had been simultaneously twisted into a grotesque pretzel shape...

The bright shadowless lamp on the cockpit wall, the milk yellow leather seats, the changing terrain map screen, the flickering system lights on the console, the small figure bouncing back and forth like a rebound ball, along with the broken human bodies, the sprayed blood, and the sudden explosive screams... Everything intertwined in an instant, forming a scene of extreme chaos and terror.

The muzzle of the Energy Automatic Rifle pressed against Vego’s head. Meanwhile, the last staff member fell heavily.

Vego stood there dazedly. The warning voice in his throat had just rolled up to his tongue, but he couldn’t produce any sound anymore.

His mind felt blank as if struck by lightning. In front of him, a large and a small Fatty were looking at him mockingly. Their expressions seemed to say they saw the biggest fool in the world.

Maybe a century had passed, or perhaps just a few seconds. Vego’s consciousness finally returned to his mind. He slightly tilted his head with the gun’s muzzle and hoarsely said, "What do you want to do..."

Fatty and the little kid simultaneously covered their faces in pain.

"The question is too profound," the little kid said painfully. "Fatty, I can’t answer it, what should we do?"

"I don’t know either," Fatty said gloomily, his eyes flickering, "asking such a tough question, isn’t this forcing us to hit him?"

"Are you going to do it, or should I," the little kid rolled up his sleeves, angrily saying, "why don’t we both go together?"

"No, they said, treat captives well." Fatty vigorously shook his head.

"Let’s beat him up secretly here," the little kid said innocently. "No one will find out."