Counterfeit Hero

He filed this person's information along with the dossiers of other notable enemy generals. His subordinates would naturally analyze this emerging military genius. Whether it's targeted research on his tactical thoughts or simply assassinating him, those aren't Sobel's concerns.

He always believed that he had only one true opponent, and that was the Military God of the Feiyang Republic, Hastings!

But now, this person had appeared before him again. Why was this person worthy of attention? Was it because he guessed Russell's plan at a critical moment, or because he rescued a few prisoners of war, or maybe because he was an excellent Mecha warrior and escaped from the Hunter Corps' pursuit, or perhaps this person defeated Reinhardt and killed Stephen?

Sobel knew all of this. However, this was not the reason for the defeat of Little Pyrenees! Nor was it the reason why the voice beside his ear demanded attention to this person!

"What is the reason? Why should I pay attention to him?" Sobel never liked guessing. Nor did he like beating around the bush. He preferred to get directly to the crux of the problem. If he couldn't see it himself, the easiest way was to let the person who knew the answer tell him.

"If the Feiyang Republic having artificial intelligence is a speculation," said the voice calmly, "then this person having artificial intelligence is a fact!"

Sobel jolted from his chair, striding quickly to the central computer. On his face was an expression of shock and loss of composure that no one could have ever imagined. "What did you say?"

A virtual screen swirled up before his eyes, and dancing clusters of light formed rows of flowing programs.

The voice of the central computer remained impassive and calm: "Gazalin's SkyNet System is based on our old military network system. If the final control of this system falls into that person's hands, even I can't take it back. Do you think I could fail to discern whether the one controlling this system is human or an artificial intelligence like me?"

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Women might be the most curious creatures in the universe, and Bonnie was no exception. Unlike women in Leray who would inquire directly, she quietly lay in Fatty's arms, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers and murmured, "Are you very afraid of Milan? If you're afraid, I'll take care of her for you."

Indeed, she was the second-in-command of the Mythical Army! Immediately, Fatty sensibly recounted his entire history with Milan to Bonnie.

Holding a naked woman in bed and talking about another woman was awkward even for someone as thick-skinned as Fatty.

As he roughly explained his relationship with Milan, Fatty carefully observed Bonnie's expression and was ready, should Gazalin's top beauty become jealous and angry, to flip over and subdue her with a passionate counterattack, exhausting her and leaving her no time to think of anything else!

Whether to be thankful or disappointed, Bonnie listened intently, occasionally wriggling her lithe and cool body in Fatty's arms without a hint of anger. It was as if Fatty was talking about something happening in another world.

In a country like Gazalin, where male dominance and polygamy were the norms, the order people followed was entirely different from that of the Federation Democratic Country.

Every person is a blank slate at birth. It's parents, teachers, friends, society, and experiences that turn this blank slate into a painting. What this painting depicts reflects the society as a whole.

For Bonnie, who was raised with the Gazalin belief that polygamy was natural, it wasn't unusual for an outstanding man to have multiple women. If an excellent man had only one woman, that would be strange.

Gazalin women even couldn't understand how men from Federation countries could only have one woman. Among Gazalin girls, this actually was a joke.

Fatty was not in the mood to delve into the deeper reasons for Bonnie's reaction. At this moment, he secretly rejoiced. The long-standing influence of the Leray pervert had always been about how tender and virtuous Gazalin women were, how they catered to men's every desire, and how gentle and considerate they were.

Now, the most beautiful woman in Gazalin was nestled in his arms, listening to him talk about another woman without showing a trace of anger, rubbing her face and body against him like a gentle cat.

"If only all the women in this world were like Bonnie," Fatty thought, looking at Bonnie in his arms. For a moment, they were silent, snuggling together intimately. After all, they had just fully opened up to each other as lovers, and in such a circumstance, everything else was thrown to the clouds.

"You and Milan, were you also like this?" Under the soft light, Bonnie's devilishly tempting body coiled around him like an octopus. Her plump and firm breasts pressed up against Fatty's chest.

Faced with this silent invitation, the now-experienced Fatty naturally became spirited, putting on the airs of a great man and ardently serving her.