Counterfeit Hero

Listening to the little kid's question, Fatty suddenly remembered that Bonnie was still here. Even his old face couldn't help but twitch twice: "Shit, I got so scared I almost pissed my pants and forgot about her." As a psychology expert, Fatty understood why this situation occurred; it had a lot to do with his subconscious fear of facing Bonnie.

"Want to know?"

The voice of Osullivan came faintly from the walker's mecha cockpit. Recalling the other party's previous answer, he believed that now this guy asking him a question was simply humiliating himself.

"Yeah!" The little kid jumped onto the virtual keyboard, cautiously stepping on a few keys.

"I ain't gonna fucking tell..." Osullivan's words weren't finished when the cockpit lid of the walker, which lost its protective system's lock, was suddenly flipped open by someone. The glaring mecha spotlight made him instinctively shield his eyes with his arms. He felt a tight grip on his body as immense force threw him out of the cockpit.

"Bang!" Osullivan hit the ground, his body bounced twice, pain making him curl up, while that bastard's voice came through his ears...

"I can say it, but you can't. Damn you, if you don't straighten up, I'll squeeze your yolk out."

Osullivan curled up tighter, the cold ground vibrating from the mecha's running and energy bullet explosions. On this day, he lost everything he had.

A fully-staffed main force regiment was completely destroyed, an unforgivable shame for the Mythical Army.

He understood that even though the main reason for the defeat was the mecha's flaw, Reinhardt would absolutely not let him off.

He was a perfect scapegoat to take on all the responsibility, maintaining Reinhardt's wise image.

Reinhardt didn't even need to act himself; just expelling him from the Mythical Army would prompt enemies, strangers, or so-called friends with various motives to come out from every possible place to kill him.

The pain in his body tugged at his stomach as Osullivan vomited violently. Twenty years of cautiousness and fierce battles had led to such a conclusion, making him realize he was the one humiliating himself.

Fatty looked down on the little kid, letting out an immensely sorrowful sigh.

Heaven have mercy, for someone as upright and noble as him to be with such a despicable person, how could anyone bear it?

Peeking at Osullivan curled up on the ground, Fatty's face twitched, unable to bear it, and he turned away, resentfully saying to the little kid: "This is too much. Even if it's a prisoner, you can't treat them like this! Doing this isn't just immoral, it could corrupt me, creating a flawed worldview and values leading me astray!"

Seeing the little kid not reacting, Fatty sighed helplessly: "Do whatever you want, I can't stand it. Call me when you're squeezing the yolk."

The little kid didn't turn his head, jumping left and right on the control keyboard, too lazy to respond to this bastard. If Fatty hadn't promised a beautiful robot, with his unfulfilled ambitions, he would have long since endured this bum's self-destruction no more!

On the mechanical radar map, hundreds of high-altitude shot images flipped, becoming clear, then swiftly disappearing after rectangular red lines scanned and identified.

Finally, one image froze and enlarged, eventually occupying the entire computer screen.

In the forest on the distant hillside, Bonnie sat quietly on the ground. Beside her, a Vajra extended a hand, talking to her while nervously glancing around. Scattered orange fireballs flashed in the night, dozens of Vajras were fleeing in all directions.

"I ask you, it's because I respect you." The little kid transferred the frustration from Fatty onto Osullivan, Logic bent down and picked up Osullivan: "You think I can't find her if you don't tell me?"

"Why are you looking for her?" Osullivan, sweating profusely, raised his head, the spasms in his stomach making his smile look ferocious: "Didn't you kidnap her? You two..." At this point, his eyes gradually brightened, suddenly bursting into a fit of insane laughter. This woman, considered taboo by Reinhardt, who always trampled on him, high above, the goddess actually...

Osullivan's laughter carried an indescribable venom.

The little kid carefully observed Osullivan, unsure what illness this guy had suddenly developed. While puzzled, he saw Fatty pick up the earphone and speak in an annoying voice: "This woman looks a bit tasty, I was just thinking of having a taste, didn't expect her to escape. Bring her back, and I'll let you go! Otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, the little kid instantly got it and jumped a few keys on the keyboard, Logic's other mechanical hand formed a pinching gesture, aiming at Osullivan's crotch: "Careful or I'll squeeze your balls to death!"

Osullivan didn't hear the little kid's threat, only disappointedly muttering: "Escaped? How could you let her escape?" His voice grew louder, finally using all his strength to shout at the Magic Beast: "How could you let her escape, you should rape her, rape her, rape that fucking bitch!"

Fatty sighed deeply in his heart, but his voice became even more obscene: "Do I need you to teach me how to do it? Hurry up, have your people bring her over; if I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you have a taste too!"