Counterfeit Hero

James numbly allowed Fatty to dress him up as an electric superhero, feeling his heart gradually sink. Not far from here, his Miracle Army was rushing in, yet now, even with everyone surrounding him, there was no way to prevent the actions of a madman.

A unit of several thousand troops had withdrawn, leaving only a Mechanical Armor Battalion to prepare to block the swarming enemies and to dress him up as a madman seemingly covered in explosives!

"Different transport ships are arriving here, and judging from the signals on SkyNet, they don’t seem to entirely belong to Stephen’s forces." Fatty looked at James with a silly grin: "We know your son has betrayed you, and Reinhardt is no good either." As he spoke, he glanced at Bonnie not far away: "Now, they all want you dead!"

"Since someone wants you dead, there will also be those who want you alive." Fatty wrinkled his disguised face like a chrysanthemum: "Can I count on some of those troops rushing here being loyal to you, and can you let me temporarily command them for you?"

"You can control my body, but don’t think you’ll get my cooperation; you can’t control my spirit," James said, the slapped part of his face burning painfully. He pulled himself together, trying to find Fatty’s weakness in this conversation in order to establish a balanced relationship: "With so few people, you can’t escape their pursuit."

"No, no, no, my dear Emperor, you got it wrong. I’m trying to help you escape their pursuit or trying to let you one day safely take off this little vest," Fatty said, patting James on the head gently, "not you helping me, understand? Besides...."

"Slap!" Fatty backhanded another slap across James’ face: "I don’t need to control your spirit; controlling your body is enough."

Seeing James’ swollen face and trembling lips, Fatty’s fingers landed on the yellow vest adorned with little deer, saying with a look of intoxication: "Maybe you like getting naked, wearing this vest with your bare butt; I could help add some neon lights to it."

"Alright." James surrendered. The immense humiliation might lead him to kill Fatty at all costs later, but now, he felt his own weakness.

James kept convincing himself that there was really no need to fight with this lunatic: "I only know that I have control over one of the troops. Among the things you took from me, there is a silver metallic box which is a tool for communicating with them. As long as there’s no interference, you can talk to them."

As he watched Fatty squat nearby fiddling with the things taken from him, James said: "If you want to live, it’s best to leave here before Stephen and Reinhardt take control of the air force; the anti-air system of this prison won’t protect us for long."