() The next day, breakfast was delivered on the conveyor as usual, including exquisite white bread, pudding, coffee and jam. Unfortunately, it was the exclusive version, and you could only eat air if you were hanged.

"I'm going to go ahead and revoke my human rights. Hey, black bread is fine. I'll bring something in. Wow, it hurts!"

The automatic door bounced back and broke my nose again. I was so angry that I yelled and couldn't do anything.

"Don't yell so early in the morning, won't others be sleeping?"

Polkarev, who was reading the news home page using a virtual interface, raised his head in displeasure. Today he was wearing a gray handmade woolen sweater, a white shirt underneath, and a pair of white cotton pants. He looked like he was in a university nesting among a pile of documents.

An old professor doing research.

When he said this, I really felt that I had made a serious mistake, so I had to drag my feet back to the room depressedly, ready to find something to do to distract myself from my hunger.

"Well, the news says all the time that you Orientals are rude, like to make a lot of noise, and behave rudely and savagely. You do look a bit similar."

The old man took a sip of coffee and commented lightly, but it made me feel very uncomfortable.

I said, old man, you are menopausal, and it is wrong to use map cannons randomly. A family can have different tempers. Besides, there are more than one billion people in a country, so you can use the comments of a small group of people to kill a group of people.

People are so ridiculous, just like our domestic media commented that you are men who are "simple, brave and upright" and women who are "enthusiastic and generous". However, I have been here for less than half a year before I met a ruthless gangster and a mean beauty.

The girl, the general, who seems to be suffering from depression, is completely different from what he promised.

Polkarev raised his head slightly, and I noticed that the old man's monotonous pupils seemed to have a little color, and then he raised the aluminum coffee pot and gestured to me.

"Would you like some, boy? The breakfast these guys bring is always too much."

Of course there is no problem.

So I unceremoniously sat down on the sofa next to him, munching on toast and coffee. The old man continued to drink coffee and watch the news, making one or two comments from time to time. I have to say that this guy's comments are always very original.

, but the direction kept turning to the right, so I had to stand in the position of the leftist rabbit and not send out a few words to give him a correct view.

"Have you heard of the 'grey smile'?"

The old man suddenly raised a question, which made me stunned for a moment. Not only had I heard about it, but the relationship between the two of us was very good, and we were very familiar with each other.

Well, of course I'm not stupid enough to say this.

"Well, I heard from a friend that he seemed to be a mecha soldier who suddenly became famous for destroying more than a dozen aircraft mechas during the Scandinavian War. However, there is no specific information, and there is no record from the Confederacy. He should not be a member of the regular army.

"

"He has no military status, no information, and has not appeared in official reports. Even the authenticity of this person's existence is a question, but it is widely circulated on forums and Yeluzi News. Why do you think this is?"

My thought at the time was how could it not exist? I would just sit in front of you, but his question was quite interesting.

"Probably because of the outstanding performance."

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case. In terms of outstanding record, he can surpass Jeriff, Brad, who ranks first in the Allied Forces' kills, and Christo, who ranks first in the Allied Forces' kills.

Jing, even A; Mikulin in fifth place can beat him by several streets."

The old man sneered contemptuously.

Several names pierced my body like hot red steel needles, causing a burning pain all over my body. Of course I have heard of those names, because they are too dazzling, hanging like the sun above every mecha soldier.

Above our heads, we can’t even bring out the brightness of the firefly’s butt!

Nothing has changed even now.

The initial excitement of hunting for achievements and fame slowly cooled down, and for the first time I realized that I was still far away from the real ak, or even the throne of ace, a little further than the drive to Moscow.

So I will continue to fight and fight even harder!

"Then..."

"It's because this era needs legends so much," the old man picked up his coffee cup and said slowly, "It has been more than three hundred years since the last world war, and the world has also enjoyed more than three hundred years of peace, without turmoil or storms.

, and there are no thrilling changes. Society, political power, and even individuals all slide forward along an unchanging fixed track until the end of their lifespan. Then the system, life, and blood gradually decay and become moldy in the boring fixed patterns and routines.

"

"But the appearance of this guy also meets the conditions of all heroes in a sense: mysterious, strong, helping the weak, without any official background, coming like the wind and disappearing like the wind. In this era of lack of heroes and heroic deeds

, is an extremely scarce resource, just like a dry land in urgent need of rain.”

Hero...?

I secretly clenched my fists. Now I am just a parallel importer who lacks strength, but sooner or later I will be worthy of this title!

The clock quickly went back to about nine o'clock in the morning, and I still took the plate out. About five minutes later, there was a sound at the entrance, and then the door. After getting Polkarev's permission, Antony's prison was full.

Walked in with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Polkarev, the cell has been vacated. I will transfer this bastard immediately."

After saying that, this guy immediately changed into a dog face and stared at me. The speed of the change was simply breathtaking.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here! Otherwise I'll break your legs!"

Suddenly, the old man spoke casually while watching the news.

"Wait a minute, this guy is still a bit interesting. Anyway, I've been bored lately, so it doesn't matter if I have him."

"But...but..."

"Of course, if Mr. Anthony insists, then I have no choice but to obey the order."

Hearing the word "order", the jailer was startled and almost sat down on the ground. He waved his hands in panic to show that he did not dare.

"Okay, Mr. Anthony, is there anything else you can do?"

The old man didn't even look at the unfortunate guy. He casually tapped the virtual button and said calmly.

Regarding the performance of the old man, I had the urge to burn some incense and worship him. Because he was so awesome, much more noble than the nouveau riche who just yelled. For the first time, I discovered that people can do this when they are calm.

Awesome.

"Well, yes, yes...it's yours..."

Polkarev raised his palm to signal him to stop for a moment, then turned his head and said to me:

"Chen Xiang, please retreat to the inner room first. I want to see someone."

I must have been poisoned by the coffee, so I asked stupidly.

"Oh, who is so mysterious?"

"Do you want to know?"

The old man stared at me motionlessly with gloomy eyes, as if staring at a croaking corpse.

Forehead.

Images of guns, ammunition, opium, marijuana, people, gold, silver, and diamonds flashed through my mind. I broke out in a cold sweat and immediately jumped up as fast as I could and ran into the inner room to hide. The room inside was very simple, but equally elegant and warm.

, in addition to the wardrobe, bed and desk, there are also portraits all over the room, the contents of which are without exception a collection of children similar to children. There are also paints and half-painted drawing boards placed in front of the window.

Is this the old man's home?

I felt a little warm in my heart, and secretly decided that no matter what, I must go back during the summer vacation.

At this time, there seemed to be the sound of unlocking outside. Out of curiosity that would kill me sooner or later, I secretly left a crack in the door to watch.

A moment later, a white young man in a suit walked in. He could hardly contain his excitement when he saw the old man. The old man seemed very excited and hugged him warmly. Then the two of them sat across from each other and started talking to each other, such as "Big brother is going to the nightclub."

"The police arrested me", "The company's shares have dropped by a few percent", "I still can't get married" and other trivial matters, the two of them laughed enthusiastically, and when they talked about it, they got emotional.

, both of them shed a lot of tears and used n number of tissues.

The atmosphere feels very good, but I always feel something is wrong.

Just when it was said that the old man was framed by his enemies and was trapped but unable to rescue him, the two of them hugged their heads and cried again. After that, I finally discovered the problem - their eyes were not smiling, but like glass lenses.

Just as cold.

This feeling is like seeing a second face in the mirror. It is so terrifying that it is indescribable. My hands and feet are almost cold. Could it be that this is all an act so far? This is too good.

Had I not stayed with the old man for a while, I would have almost been fooled.

But what are they doing? Who is the play for? Who is this guy?

An hour later, the young man left "reluctantly". The old man kept wiping his tears and sent him to the entrance before returning to the sofa "lonely" and continuing to read his news.

I walked out with a frown on my face.

"Hey, I said..."

The old man didn't even look at me and answered directly:

"I forgot to introduce him. He's my son. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!