Chapter 84: Revenge (Part 1)

Come back...

The fat man stared at Margaret's sexy and beautiful light pink lips in front of him, and kept opening and closing.

But I didn't hear a word.

Who else can log in to the game with your own account besides the little bastard who is the butt?!

"You want to avenge me!" Margaret's red eyes looked, and the slim heartfelt people would feel distressed when they saw it: "That guy is simply not a human being. He didn't even bully me before, but later, he snatched me 168 times in a row. He snatched me wherever I went..."

"One hundred and sixty-eight times?" The fat man couldn't help but shudder. This was obviously something that was done by his butt. That little bastard never knew what it meant to stop.

While speaking, Margaret had logged in to "The Sky of War".

In the fire, the beginning of tens of thousands of mechas fighting in the desert was magnificent. When they entered the figure screen, a female aircraftman who was six points similar to Margaret appeared on the screen.

The name of the aircraftman is Margaret. The registered information is Major of the Feiyang Republic. Obviously, this is the information from a few years ago. At the first moment of seeing the characters and information, a light flashed in the fat man's mind. When he saw the Hawk mecha at the front of several high-end mechas, he was completely stunned.

He turned his head and looked at Margaret next to him who was concentrating on looking at the screen. A wonderful sense of fate made the fat man numb.

He suddenly remembered this [Hawke].

A few years ago, in a competition in a game, I used the robotic arm hidden under the crotch of Warcraft to remove the circuit board of this [Hawk]. Margaret came out of the cockpit crying and let herself get down... How did she get rid of this crying guy in the end... It seemed that she had helped her install the circuit board back...

At this moment, the real Margaret was by her side. She was focused on landing in the game, with her beautiful big eyes shining under her long eyelashes. She was still thinking about seeking revenge on Ace Aim 01314.

In reality, she is completely different from her in the game. No wonder she couldn't recognize her at first. She looked at each other with a sixty-sixth look, but her personality was far from the same. The crying little girl, no matter what, could not connect with the woman who claims to be her mother now.

People always have many faces. Disguise in reality is stripped from the Internet, or honest in reality, or hypocritical and cunning on the Internet. Complex human nature is never a plane. When you see this side of her, you often forget that behind the three-dimensional human nature, there is another side. No one can tell which one is real.

Perhaps, both are! It’s just that it’s different depending on the environment.

Almost three years have passed?

Back in the past, when I was in the game with her, who would have thought of today?

The Battle of Milok, the Counterattack of Lucerne, the Battle of Gacharin Little Pyrenees, and then to this free world... It seems that everything is controlled by fate. Is everything under its control?

Whenever you think you have gotten rid of it, it hides in the dark and smiles proudly at you. It is fate if you choose to step out of your left foot or your right foot. Even if you want to change your foot without consent, it is fate.

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The fat man shook his head suddenly, feeling ashamed of his loss of consciousness.

Beside him, the faint body fragrance on Margaret constantly stimulated his sense of smell and eyes, and moved downwards involuntarily - this woman is a natural beauty.

"Look..." Margaret, who logged into the game, shouted, grabbed the fat man's arm with one hand and kept shaking: "He's here, he's here!"

Butt, don’t blame my brother for being unfaithful enough.

"Want to take revenge?" The fat man smiled like a fat fox.

Margaret looked at the fat man vigilantly, and was finally conquered by his obsession with mechas and his obsession with revenge, and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

"Simple! In a while, I will beat him so hard that he can't find Bei!" The fat man raised his head slightly, and a shiny flashed in his eyes. The master was overwhelmed by the momentum, but the next thing, he would not be very graceful: "The problem is... this reward..."

"Reward?!" Margaret wanted to kill the fat man: "Fatty, I have been guiding you for a long time just now. Why? Did you burn the bridge when you cross the river?"

"Who has destroyed the bridge across the river?!" The fat man looked surprised: "I said, you guide me, and I guide you too, not including fighting and killing. You must know that as a master of the generation, reputation is more important than life. It doesn't matter if you win. If you lose, the reputation I have made in the world with my mouth in the past few decades will be completely ruined!"

Margaret stared at the fat man who was shameless and robbed, both helpless and angry.

As Hastings' favorite granddaughter, Margaret has always wanted whatever she wanted. Usually, if she suffered any grievance, there were naturally people in line to stand up for her. Even if the grievance was actually someone else, those who stood up would rush up and step on her feet. And her own wisdom and talent are also amazing, and she is outstanding in any aspect.

Such a proud daughter could not suffer any losses or grievances. However, she had no choice in terms of the mecha that she was most obsessed with.

The trend of mecha close combat has emerged very late. Even a military power like the Feiyang Republic has only developed in mecha close combat in the past two years. Her talent in mecha fighting is really average. She has used countless methods, and now her level is only a level seven mecha warrior. She has to challenge Esem 01314, who is invincible in the sky, is still much worse.

Ace Aim 01314 has more than 300 battles, and it is invincible. This is a myth in the wars all over the sky.

There are many people who can compete with this guy in terms of control skills. However, there are those who can beat the vulgar and evil fighting style. For so long, no one has appeared!

Last time, at Chuckner, there was a guy who claimed to be the director of the Tailiu branch and ranked among the top ten in the game. He volunteered to challenge Ace Aim 01314, trying to get close to her, and almost disgusted her to death. As a result, it was not her turn to reveal her identity and take action. The idiot with the ID name called Tan Xiao was humiliated by Aim 01314 and never appeared in front of her again.

Later, Margaret neither expects to take revenge himself nor those around him help him to take revenge. The identity of Ace Aim 01314 is covered up so tightly that the mecha control is extremely powerful. To take revenge, you can only go to the free world, the holy land of mecha fighting, find those peerless masters who are so magical to practice the techniques, or simply ask them to defeat Ace Aim 01314 on the Internet!

The fat man in front of him is undoubtedly the best candidate!

Before Margaret came here, she had heard many rumors about this fat man. What interested her the most was his deeds of picking nine top mecha halls and leading fifty mechas across the central city.

It is conceivable how much mecha technology can be achieved if you can do such a grand event.

But who knew that this fat man was even more hateful than Ace Aim 01314. He turned his back on his face and asked for compensation. He had that expression on his face, and he clearly told himself that if he didn't give money, he wouldn't work.

"Fatty..." Margaret bit her lip and gently hugged the fat man's arm. Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and charming, her voice was soft and soft, and she exhaled like Lan: "As long as you help me win him... I will give you whatever you want."

"If you don't talk well, pretend to be a vixen here, I slap you to death!" The fat man's face was full of flesh. "I'm serious..." Margaret cursed in her heart, but two red flushed flew on her face, and she quietly leaned her face against the fat man's arm.

"That's good..." The fat man smiled and hugged Margaret with his backhand. He didn't take advantage of it, a white-haired turtle bastard. He said leisurely: "Doing business, pay the money first and then pay the goods. Otherwise, give me all the things you should give me... I promise that guy will not have a life or die. You can appreciate the taste first. See if I'm bragging."

"Rogue! What do you want?!" Margaret slapped the fat man's hand off the shoulder and said angrily.

She knew that her ecstasy soup had no effect on the fat man. This guy looked lustful and easy to cheat, but in fact, he was more sober and cunning than anyone else. No matter how she performed the show, the fat man would not see the rabbit, the eagle, the eagle, the ghost, or the strings.

It won't work, I really want to agree to you.

"I want you..."

The fat man hooked Margaret's chin with his fingers, and Margaret bit her.

The fat man quickly withdrew his hand: "...I'll find a way to help me release Klaus. You are the adjutant of General Carolina. You can also help me talk about some things. Everyone is tacit. They have done too much and no one looks good. Come pick peaches, I've given up Mars Freeport, what else do you want?! I'll kill all the allies?!"

"That's it?" asked Margaret.

"That's it, are you..." The fat man frowned and suddenly looked alert: "I didn't say I wanted to have anything to do with you... Don't rely on me."

"Bah!" Margaret spat. This kind of thing was simply for her. She immediately pushed the fat man happily: "This matter is simple. Looking back, I will let you release your people, and I will guarantee that no one will cause trouble for you in the future. Now, you should avenge me, right?"

"It's like you're a general. Is that okay?!" The fat man looked suspicious.

"I can't get it out, I have no little penis for giving birth to a son!" Margaret said viciously.

The sturdy woman. The fat man gave a thumbs up and smiled and sat in the seat in the game cabin. He moved the virtual keyboard and universal control lever to a comfortable position. He quickly applied for an account.

In the game, [World Warcraft] just ended a duel and walked out of the battle teleportation point. Countless challenge requests were filled with the challenge screen.

"Trump, come on!"

"Ace Aim 01314, if you are a man, accept my challenge."

"Idiot, I'll kill you."

"A level 9 mecha warrior, I sincerely want to fight."

"On behalf of the moon, punishing you!"

Looking at the various challenges, Margaret sighed. She wanted to be drawn by Ace Aim 01314, which was no different from winning the lottery jackpot. Just when she was considering that if the fat man was not drawn, would he ask him to guide his skills first, then suddenly, a crisp electronic prompt sound came.

Fatty, was actually beaten?

Margaret turned around in surprise, but saw the fat man also looked surprised.

On the screen, he named "Fatty Master" a new mobile phone, and the challenge message he sent was not surprising. There are only ten big words in total: "Little brat, I have the will to fight your Fat Master."
Chapter completed!