Counterfeit Hero

Stewart seemed like a restless guy. Seeing that Fatty wasn’t talking, he turned around and chatted with another special soldier, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire cabin.

"O’Neill, what’s your ranking in War Fire now?"

Upon hearing the words "War Fire," Fatty immediately knew that these guys definitely spent their days mixed up in the war simulation network. He pricked up his ears to hear what O’Neill had to say.

O’Neill said, "Don’t mention it; the rankings beyond ten thousand but before one hundred thousand are all about the same level. Most of our camp’s scores are around eighty thousand. I’m the highest right now, over fifteen thousand!"

Stewart laughed heartily and said, "I’m better than you, almost breaking twelve thousand now!" Seeing O’Neill’s unpleasant expression, Stewart pretended to console him, "Not bad, after all, it’s an international network with over a billion participants. Being in the tens of thousands shows that our Fierce Tigers have some skills."

Lieutenant Company Commander O’Neill didn’t seem to have much respect for this monstrous camp commander. He sneered and said, "Skills, my foot. Many experts haven’t even arrived yet. This way, none of the top thousand are from Leray! It’s a pity SM01314 disappeared after one match. If not, I’d estimate this guy could get into the top thousand."

Fatty was stunned and thought, "Why are they mentioning me? Have these guys fought against me?"

As soon as SM01314 was mentioned, the cabin immediately burst into an uproar. The special soldiers talked over each other, some cursing, some praising. The cursing was cruel and sarcastic, making Fatty feel bruised all over, while the praise was enthusiastic and generous, making Fatty beam with joy.

Stewart had likely suffered a loss against SM01314 and said angrily, "That guy isn’t even human; damn it. Once, in the internal network, he used an engineer bomb to blow up an entire mountain section, burying me alive! Let that be, but in the international network, this guy at least stole twenty of my parts. Damn it, I investigated for a long time and still couldn’t find out who he was. If I ever catch him... heh heh."

Tian Xingjian, terrified, looked at this monster’s physique, his face twitching as he turned his head. What a narrow escape.

Under the fighter jets’ escort, the transport ship started heading towards its destination. The cabin buzzed like a market. Tian Xingjian looked at these bragging Fierce Tiger special soldiers and for a moment didn’t know where they got so much energy. It was as if they were going on a tour rather than heading to their first battlefield. The Fierce Tiger special soldiers indeed had some stuff.