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Chapter 624 War on the Bed (Part 2)

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    "HelpHelpLittle Fairy, I'm fighting with youGolden Bell Covered Iron Shirt!"

    "Ah! What are you doing, you pervert"

    "Hey, hey, heyI'm weak, this action saves effortYour grandpa and the others are outside?"

    "Scared?"

    "Afraid? The fat man is notoriously bold, you go and ask, hehe, what have I been afraid of in my life?!"

    "Easy, fat manyou don't know it's my first time?!"

    "Don't biteOkay, you are ruthless! You asked for it!"

    "Honey, I was wrong, please forgive me."

    "Fairy, watch the stick!"

    I don't know how long it took, but the stormy and rainy room gradually returned to calm.  Margaret, who was dressed, was sitting on the chair beside the bed, peeling fruit. The fruit knife in her hand was glowing coldly, and she glanced at the fat man hatefully from time to time, which was full of deterrence.

    The fat man looked as if he was exhausted, lying on the bed pale and panting.  I can't see the majesty when I beat the goblin just now.

    There was a moment of silence in the room.  For a long time, the two people's eyes met, and their hearts jumped suddenly.  When they turned their eyes away, they all felt a different kind of warmth in this small space.

    Margaret blushed and spat, thinking of the ferocious firepower of the fat man just like a heavy tank, she just felt that now she didn't even have the strength to peel fruit.  He resentfully stuffed the peeled apple into the fat man's mouth, and rolled his eyes at him: "Beast!"

    "Animals?" The fat man stared, out of breath, "The fat man is a soldier on the bed, he would rather die in battle than surrender. You said this is  A war."

    "Then tell me," Margaret winked and gestured with a fruit knife, "Who wins?"

    The fat man looked at Margaret's radiant and moist face, and felt that this mental head was more terrifying than the fruit knife in her hand.  With his backhand, he touched the part bitten by the witch when he was mad, and was finally discouraged. He quickly threw away the victor's posture that he had spent so much effort on, and lowered his eyebrows and said: "  draw."

    When there was a knock on the door, Margaret bit her lip and pinched the fat man, then turned to open the door.

    The automatic door opened, and Hastings sat quietly in the wheelchair by the door.

    "Are you awake?" Hastings drove the wheelchair and drove into the ward. His thin and pale face and a pair of eyes were piercing.

    The fat man bit an apple in his mouth and nodded foolishly.

    This was the first time the two met. Unlike Fatty's imagination, Hastings at this moment did not have the majesty of the military god at all.  He looked more like a visiting patient.  Moreover, there seems to be no strangeness between the two.  It seems that before this, it is already very familiar.

    "Won't you faint again?" Hastings smiled slightly.

    "That depends on what you are going to say," the fat man said weakly, holding his head, "I am not in good health, so I have to hear good news."

    Margaret stood blankly at the door, surprised by the unrestrained and strange conversation between the two men.  She recalled quickly and determined that this was the first time the two met and talked.

    "What if I said that the Bandit Army was merged into the Double-Headed Eagle Army." Hastings' wheelchair approached the hospital bed without a sound.

    The fat man rolled his eyes and passed out simply.

    "Everyone says you're an asshole," Hastings controlled the wheelchair and approached the hospital bed, glanced at the dumbfounded Margaret, sighed and said to the fat man, "They're right, get up."

    "Oh." The fat man sat up neatly, took the apple he had bitten off a large piece from his mouth, and handed it to Hastings, hesitatingly saying, "Would you like a bite?"

    Hastings waved his hands with a sullen face, watching the fat man take a big bite of the apple with relief, eating happily and juicy.

    "If I don't come, how long are you going to stay here?"

    Hastings looked around the room, then returned his gaze to the fat man's face.

    "Until you come," said the fat man, throwing away the apple core, "you came to Chakna to see me. If you come one day late, I will have an extra day off. Anyway, I just came back from the front line and got shot again.  , It¡¯s rare to have such a leisurely day.¡±

    "Do you understand the purpose of my coming to see you?" Hastings smiled and looked into the fat man's eyes.

    "To be honest, I don't really understand," the fat man glanced at Margaret who had walked to the bed, and said seriously to the black"Milton can trust you so much, I might as well help him add some chips to you.  It was not an easy decision to make, but after reading your profile and your battle on Canglang, I think it's worth it.  Most importantly, you have a baby in your hands that I dream of.  "

    "Baby?" The fat man suddenly became vigilant: "Ass?"

    Hastings looked at the fat man's anti-thief expression, waved his hand with a wry smile, and said, "I never thought of asking for yours, but I can tell you that its existence determines whether we can win this war or not."  The essential."

    "The key?" The fat man's face twitched: "That guy doesn't really have any skills, he just has some inherent advantages in electronics."

    "If you are still content to be the commander of the special forces at the forefront as before, it is indeed useless," Hastings said with a smile, "However, if you want your Leray Federation and Ma  The Erles base has become stronger, if you want to have a powerful Skynet in the war, and if you want to maximize your combat effectiveness and resource allocation, it will be the best candidate."

    Having said that, Hastings turned the wheelchair, moved to the window and said, "Do you know that in this world, there is another artificial intelligence that is the same as the fart?"

    "There's another one?" The fat man was startled.

    "In the Binart Empire," Hastings said with a long sigh: "Her name is Little Girl."

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