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Accompanied by the assistant officer, the fat man walked through the long dedicated passage and walked into the port hall alone.
From the pier to the hall, there are Fiyan soldiers in charge of guarding along the way.
The soldiers stood upright with guns in their hands, without squinting. The officers stood together in threes or twos, or patrolled back and forth, or pressed the multifunctional communication headsets to quickly convey orders.
When the fat man walked past the crowd, except for the two soldiers at the passageway who raised their hands in salute, the people in the distance stood quietly with stern faces and indifferent eyes.
As one of the countless soldiers of Feiyan, these guards need to undergo intensive training and perform dangerous tasks every day. The only way to cope with this kind of life is not to pay too much attention.
For them, there is no difference between a fat man and a pig passing by. Most people's eyes were straight ahead, and they didn't even glance at the fat man's face.
In Feiyang, where there are so many generals, who would be interested in a fat lieutenant general?
Soldiers of this size are usually civilian officers. If it is sent to the front line, I am afraid that it will not survive twenty-four hours.
The fat man passed through the passage and walked into the port hall.
The port hall is magnificent, with a length of more than two kilometers and a width of more than 600 meters. It has 100 terminal halls and 50 shuttle platforms. The sunlight penetrates through the 600-meter beamless ceiling, casting a warm and dreamy color on the empty hall.
On the fifty-meter-high upper floor, dozens of transparent pipe-like corridors criss-cross. A series of fountain-like advertising light curtains were suspended in mid-air. Stewardesses in aviation uniforms, conscription propagandists in military uniforms, and celebrities holding product advertisements all have smiles on their virtual images.
The fat man walked out of the special passage and lit a cigarette at the exit. When the smoke was halfway through, there was a rush of mech footsteps coming from the passage.
Twenty-one black devil mechas, under the shocked gaze of the Feiyan guard soldiers who took three steps and one five steps and one sentry, flew along the spacious aisle. It is the [logic] of An Lei to drive the first car. Behind him was a standard guard formation, Hargrove and other 20 Mech Gods of War.
The ferocious devil shape of the mecha, its light steps and swallow-like posture make it hard to believe that this is a mecha weighing more than forty tons, not twenty-one ghosts that suddenly appeared.
Even with iron-like discipline, an invisible commotion still rippling among the guards. Although the soldiers didn't speak, let alone scream, they could even maintain their composure and didn't even change their standing posture at all. However, their eyes have already exposed everything.
Several officers who were whispering something turned around quickly, staring at the mech passing by in horror. An officer looked over the mecha and landed on the fat man's face. He seemed to have thought of something, and opened his mouth so wide that he could stuff a big duck egg into it!
They can ignore a fat man who can't be found in the crowd among the hundreds of billions of people in the universe, but how can they ignore these devil mechas that they have seen countless times on TV?
The scene of bandits massacring the adjudicator was still playing repeatedly in their minds, and in front of them, these almost legendary 12th-generation mechas of the Fimen League and the mecha fighters who drove them had appeared vividly within a distance of them. Ten meters away, it flew past like a gust of wind.
It's like on a sunny morning, when you just opened your sleepy eyes, you saw twenty-one gods of war driving golden chariots, holding dazzling golden tridents, and driving celestial horses galloping through the sky on flames, Wrapped in fiery red clouds surging all over the sky, he passed by him.
His feelings can no longer be expressed in shock alone!
The fat man took a sharp puff of the cigarette, and the cigarette butt suddenly lit up, and it shortened a lot quickly. The glossy metal panels next to the trash cans mirror the passageway above the hall. The fiery red cigarette butt flickered in the mirror image.
The fat man dropped the cigarette butt and looked up.
In the transparent tubular passage, the indifferent figure of Margaret pushing the wheelchair is clearly visible. Hastings sat on a moving wheelchair, staring ahead, talking to Gambier in a low voice.
Beside them, countless eyes cast down like stage lights, focusing on the twenty-one black devil mechs.
Everyone's eyes are so complicated.
Fatty grinned foolishly, turned around and walked towards a large shuttle waiting at platform No. 3. On the platform, a Fei Yang officer who came back to his senses looked enviously at the galloping mecha, and at the same time ordered the soldiers to open the door of the cargo compartment.
Fat headThe reason for the fight is that he is afraid that the fake hero he picked up will be exposed.
He is not a famous player, he has the shortcomings that many people have. However, he is the spiritual pillar of all Lelei people. Together with Hamilton, Mikhailovich, Brown, Snyder and all Le Lei's elites, he led Le Lei to struggle on the road of self-salvation.
Hamilton is dead, Brown is dead, Snyder is dead, and Mikhailovich suffers in the capital.
And now, even Bernadotte
Fatty gritted his teeth, but couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of his eyes.
Where is the man lying in the ward still the fat man who always looks at him with loving eyes and smiles, pats himself on the shoulder, and tells himself that he is proud of himself? Lying there was a monster covered in scorched black, bloody wounds, and blisters!
His body is covered with various tubes, and various instruments are placed around him. He was moaning with difficulty, writhing, and his completely deformed face was filled with unbearable pain.
Fatty was like a little beast looking at his injured parents, his face stuck to the glass, tears streaming down his face.
As if feeling something, Bernadotte, who was lying on the bed, turned his head slowly and with difficulty, and looked at the glass window of the intensive care unit through his eyes that had been swollen until there was only a slit left.
His painful movements made everyone's hearts tremble.
This dark human figure looked at the fat man quietly, then suddenly stopped moaning and writhing in pain, and seemed to be carefully identifying it. After a long time, a smile appeared on that deformed face.
Although his face was so swollen and tattered that he couldn't tell the expression, everyone outside the window understood that he was smiling! He is laughing!
He is smiling at the fat man!
Fatty wailed and burst into tears!
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