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Chapter 601 Mountains and Mountains (10)

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    "Little bastard, what are you doing out here?!" The fat man jumped anxiously, lowered his voice and said, "Be obedient, go back quickly, dad and uncles are playing around, it's okay, I'll come to you in a while."

    "Dad woo Dad!" The little boy hugged the fat man's thigh tightly.

    "Let's go, let's go." Fatty's lowered voice was extremely sad.

    "I'm not leaving," the little kid wailed.

    "Hehe" Fatty felt Fogo's interested eyes, raised his head, and showed a flattering smile: "General, let's talk about ours. The child's father is my friend and died long ago."

    Fogo suddenly stretched out his hand expressionlessly, grabbed the kid by the collar, and lifted him up.

    Fatty's complexion changed, and he said anxiously: "No" The voice stopped abruptly as soon as it exited.  He just looked at Fogo with complicated eyes.

    "Pretty little boy" Fogo took the little boy to face him, glanced at him and said with a smile.

    "Put me down, woo, let me down" The little kid struggled desperately, his body only fell down, and his dirty little face looked like a poor little cat.

    "Tell me, what is your name, and I will let you down." Fogo turned his eyes and looked at the fat man without looking back.

    "Put me down" The little kid was struggling desperately, crying, with a stubborn and willful face, and didn't pay attention to Fogo's question at all.

    "You said he's not your son," Fogo obviously had no interest in entangled with a completely ignorant child, he raised his eyebrows at the fat man and smiled.  However, the smile seemed extremely cold.

    "GeneralGeneral" The fat man struggled, his eyes flickered, and the flesh on his face twitched.

    The smile on Fogo's face became colder and colder. He stretched out his hand, and the soldier on the side pulled out an energy pistol from his waist, turned the handle of the pistol and was about to hand it to him.

    When he saw the gun, the fat man's face changed completely.  The hesitation and struggle turned into panic and pleading in an instant, and he exclaimed: "Yes, he is my son, he is my son!"

    The little boy in Fogo's hand struggled even more fiercely, waving his short hands and legs desperately, crying, "Let go of my father, let go of my father"

    Fogo took the gun, unexpectedly agreed to the little boy's request, and pouted at the Jeppen soldier beside the fat man: "Let him go."

    The soldiers let go of Fatty carefully, but the muzzle of their guns was always pointed at Fatty tightly. As long as he moved slightly, they would shoot immediately, and even if they didn't hit the vital parts, they would cripple his hands and feet first.

    The fat man who was let go of his hand stared blankly at Fogo, and wanted to step forward, but stopped abruptly.

    "General Fogo" The fat man finally broke down. He stared at the little boy intently, with tears of distress in his eyes, and begged incoherently: "This is our adult's business, it has nothing to do with children. Please  , let him go. I will do whatever you ask me to do, I just ask you to let my son go, he is just a child."

    In the end, Fatty's emotions were completely out of control, and tears and snot were falling down.

    "Please, please!!!"

    Fogo let go of his hand, and the little boy fell to the ground all of a sudden.

    Regardless of the guns of the soldiers beside him, the fat man rushed forward and hugged the little boy.  The little boy also hugged the fat man's neck tightly, crying and climbing up

    "Little Treasure"

    "dad"

    The two fat men, big and small, looked at each other affectionately, crying with each other in their arms.

    In front of the TV, there was silence.  The audience stood silently, and many turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

    No one expected that this rescue would eventually become what it is now.  The Red Armored Forces are surrounded.  That fat man in white flesh chose to surrender without blood.  Thinking of the flattering face that this guy had when he surrendered, and the look of greed for life and fear of death, everyone wanted to punch that fat face hard.

    However, even if they hated the fat man's face of surrender just now, they still had to sympathize with what happened to the father and son.

    That little boy is only three or four years old!

    And some women, as early as the moment the little boy appeared, had already tied their hearts completely to this cute little boy.  They covered their mouths, tears welled up, but their eyes were wide open, staring intently at the boy who looked like a little cat.  I can't wait to rush into the TV and take the boy out and put him in my arms.

    "Little Treasure"

    "dad"

    &nbsLike a pond rippled by a stone, the atmosphere suddenly became tense following the chain reaction triggered by the commotion.

    This unexpected scene suddenly shocked Fogo into a cold sweat.

    "General" The fat man was obviously also taken aback, he hurriedly hugged the crying little kid and took two steps back, and said to Fogo with a look of panic: "  These fighters are all Chakna, and I am only leading them temporarily. They will not accept the forced order to surrender, I need to contact the command first"

    As he said that, the fat man timidly looked around at the Jeppen soldiers who were staring at him, pointed hesitantly at the command mecha not far away and said, "Can I use the electronic communication system of the command mecha  "

    Fogo nodded without hesitation.  With a wave of his hand, he ordered the commander to open the door of the mech.  At his signal, several soldiers with guns entered the mecha first to be on guard.

    Seeing the fat man walking towards the command mecha holding the dying little boy in his arms, Fogo followed with strides.

    He will not allow Fatty to use other mechas, but he is not worried that he cannot command the mechas alone.  In the spacious cockpit of the command mech, facing the muzzles of five or six energy guns, even a god would not dare to act rashly.  Besides, the child in the hands of the fat man is his shackles!

    Walking into the mecha, Fogo suddenly saw the little boy lying on the fat man's shoulder, and blinked at himself strangely.

    "Stupid!"

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