MTL - [Mecha] Bandit Army Reborn-Chapter 75 The Man Behind the Scenes-2

Hongying drove the mech into the downtown area.

Before that, he had been fleeing to remote places. It wasn't because he suddenly realized that he didn't want to implicate innocent people, but because he knew that if he dared to enter the downtown area and cause chaos, Major General Hastings would definitely kill him before the Fei family.

So he didn't dare to enter the downtown area, even if it would be more beneficial for him to get rid of his pursuers, he didn't dare.

But now, he changed direction resolutely and headed straight towards the downtown area.

Because he found a mecha in the tracker, and he knew the owner of that mecha, Semier, one of the few ace pilots in the Federation.

The moment he discovered this mech, he no longer had any hope of escaping and surviving.

Since they are all dead, he must at least make a way for Fei Wuzheng! He owed this child too much. If he could do one or two things for him before he died, his guilty heart would probably find some peace.

Entering the downtown area and creating chaos, Fei Wuzheng can definitely take advantage of the chaos and leave!

In the orderly downtown area, a red mecha suddenly broke into it, and it flew across the air at high speed. The powerful airflow rolled up mercilessly overturned the ever-flowing magnetic levitation vehicle, and hit the car on the side of the road. Tall buildings, dust and smoke filled the air, and the sound of rumbling was endless.

Fei Wuzheng has been carefully protected by the red mech in the palm of his hand. However, even so, the huge acceleration generated by the red eagle's speed change, turning, and sudden stop when avoiding fatal injuries still made his body completely unable to adapt. The capillaries inside began to burst, and a strange thin red layer gradually appeared under the fair skin.

Because of the bloodshot eyes, the closed vision is also dark red. Dizziness, ringing in the ears, a huge nausea hit his chest... Fei Wuzheng thought vaguely, maybe it's different from the time when he deceived Fei Wushu before, this time it really can't work, it's so uncomfortable...

"Wuzheng, hold on a little longer, uncle will send you to a safe place!" Hongying also discovered Fei Wuzheng's situation. Fei Wuzheng didn't have such powerful physical skills as him, and he didn't have the buffer capsule in the cabin However, if he endured the impact of several turns and changes in this way abruptly, his body would collapse from the inside out.

"Hmm..." He heard Hongying's words vaguely, and a severe headache hit his brain over and over again. It took Fei Wuzheng a long time to understand the meaning of this sentence, biting the tip of his tongue, hoping to do it. To what the Redhawks expect, keep it up!

Hongying didn't hear Fei Wuzheng's answer. How could Fei Wuzheng's voice reach his ears while driving at such a high speed?

He didn't care whether Yifei Wuzheng could hear him, he just wanted to say what he wanted to say a long time ago before his life ended.

"I haven't thanked you well all this time." He said in a deep voice, "nor have I seriously apologized to you."

Fei Wuzheng fell into a semi-comatose, the faint and heavy voice in his ears made him want to try hard to hear clearly, but when the next wave of pain hit his mind, he was helplessly drawn into a deeper darkness .

"...Wu Zheng, even if you can never go back to Fei's house, you still have to live well."

Hongying's voice carried a sigh, and after the sigh, the softness in his eyes receded in an instant, and suddenly became sharp.

The alarm in the cabin kept ringing, and it was no longer clear which part had gone wrong. The dense energy beam from behind made him exhausted from running for his life, and after maintaining his highly concentrated mental strength for nearly half an hour, he faintly showed signs of collapse.

However, his expression became more and more serious and even cold. He didn't look back, just from the increasingly tricky energy beams, it can be seen that the people behind him have not been thrown away—yes, how could he Get rid of Semiuel?

However, he can't get rid of these people, but he can also do some things within his power, especially when the pursuers are concerned about the lives of ordinary people and their attention is distracted to the maximum.

No one noticed his small movements as he passed obliquely through the narrow gap between the two tall buildings.

——He is still protecting the right arm of the mecha resolutely in the dense energy beam. The intact right arm forms a very sharp contrast with the tattered and distressed fuselage. However, the pursuers who were a certain distance away from him could not find that the palm of his right arm was already empty.

In the midair of the chaotic city, several mechas roared past, blowing up the cold and strong wind, leaving chaos and chaos along the way.

Two tall buildings stand side by side, the one on the left is a luxury hotel. On a certain floor in the middle, there is a private room, the room is connected to the balcony, and the place extending out is the swimming pool with blue water waves.

In the blue pool, there is a person floating on the water.

With bloodshot skin and tightly closed eyes, there is no doubt that Fei is indisputable.

Even though he was thrown out carefully, even if the landing point was in the water, the huge impact still damaged the internal organs in his body, and there were bloodstains overflowing from the eyes, under the ears, corners of the lips and under the nose, which was shocking.

Fei Wuzheng felt as if his whole body was crushed, and he was in severe pain. However, the coldness surrounding his body made the pain gradually numb.

Water is poured into the ears, and all sounds from the outside world are filtered by the water waves, which is illusory and extremely unreal. In the silent and empty room, it seemed that the whole world was far away from him.

Red Eagle... Uncle...

In a blank mind, many people and things that were deliberately suppressed in the bottom of my heart gradually lifted the dusty seal, and slowly emerged in front of my eyes with yellowed curls. It seems to be back to the original moment again.

…

At that time, he was only six years old, ignorant and ignorant, living in the tender doting of his brother.

Hongying is one of the many uncles who come and go in Fei's family, but he dotes on him very much. Besides his elder brother, Hongying is the second best person to him. As for Feitu, an unreliable father, he never knew how to take care of children and how to get close to them. Apart from laughing embarrassingly after scaring people to tears, there was nothing he could do to make them happy.

Therefore, Hongying has always been like his other father, who can make people laugh, and gently touch his head and ask Wu Zheng if he listened to his brother today.

When he was six years old, he saw Uncle Hongying's forced smile. Although I didn't understand what that bitter expression represented at that time, but such a heavy expression has been engraved in the depths of my memory, and I can never forget it.

That day, Uncle Hongying looked at him very seriously and said "I'm sorry", this sentence is still clear in his mind for ten years.

Then he was taken to a strange place by Uncle Hongying, where he met the boy who changed his destiny since he was six years old.

Hastings, who was still a boy, stood in front of the window with his back to him, with a cold tone, without any emotional ups and downs, and gave him two choices: one is to persuade the future head of the family, Fei Wushu, to cooperate with the military. One is to become the Patriarch of the Xiao Family.

He stood there ignorantly, unable to understand Hastings' words at all, but was too intimidated by the cold and intimidating aura, unable to speak, and looked at the Red Eagle standing beside him for help.

Hongying knelt down and gently touched his head: "Do you want to be the head of the Fei family?"

Patriarch, is he as majestic as his father? He tugged at the corner of Hongying's clothes, feeling a little yearning.

Hongying's voice was still so gentle and steady: "Of course."

So he nodded and said softly, "I think so."

At that time, he was ignorant and ignorant, until he finally grew up, until he knew that Red Eagle had compromised with Hastings because the Fernand family controlled all his subordinates when they wiped out the interstellar pirates, until he knew that Red Eagle was not only He only wanted to save his brother, and it was because of his ambition to plot against the Fei family that he made the original decision. It wasn't until he knew that Hongying really loved him, but he was also using him to fulfill his own ambitions, that he realized that He had already done many wrong things before he realized how much his fate had been changed by the thought he answered.

Suddenly, before checking, the road under his feet had already deviated too much from the original starting point.

If I had chosen the first one at the time, would it be a little different now? Every time Fei Wushu treats him better, this question will pop up in his mind. Doubts and contradictions grew in my heart, gradually becoming a terrible torment.

But he couldn't think about it, because Fei Wushu was so kind to him, so good that he had to question himself and his original decision. But so what about doubts? After paying so much, how can we turn back? How can you be willing to turn around? Looking back, what was everything before him?

...What's more, after he agreed to the white-haired boy's words, is there really a chance to turn back?

It's like a malignant tumor that bleeds and bleeds in my heart. It could have been cut off cleanly, but it is always nourished by sweet care, and it grows more vigorously and vigorously, making people tortured.

How could he not hate Fei Wushu?

Fei Wushu's kindness to him is sweet poison.

He could have embarked on the second life planned for him by the white-haired boy without nostalgia, and he could bear it no matter how hard it was. However, with Fei Wushu, I have seen all kinds of beauty that may exist in the first road, so I can no longer firmly walk on the second road.

It was Fei Wushu who allowed him to see the scenery on another road, but that road was parallel to the road under his feet, and there would never be a meeting point. He looked at it longingly, longingly, painfully and regretfully, but he couldn't walk past it.

Seeing a better possibility but not getting it is better than knowing nothing about that possibility. Only those who know nothing can walk on without distractions, even if they are walking on mountains of swords and seas of fire, they have no distractions.

The beauty stays within reach, but the moment you see it, you understand it sadly and rationally, and you can't reach it no matter how you stretch out your hands.

So Fei Wushu, you shouldn’t let him see another way, another possibility, another possibility of happiness and beauty!

For so many years, he suffered a lot.

A drop of crystal slipped from the corner of the eye, moistened the blood stains that had not yet dried up, melted together and slid from the ears into the silent water, the light redness swam in the water, and faded in an instant, never to be seen again.

In the distant sky, the blood-red mecha was pierced by a huge halberd, and it fell straight to the ground, making a loud noise and bursting out with brilliant flames.

In the crimson cabin, Hongying slowly closed his eyes, if he could choose again...

No contest, sorry.