Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 522 The mole?

Anton sat in his office, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the screen. As one of the chief instructors at the Eastern Front training base, being selected for the training was undoubtedly a great honor, and theoretically, a good thing for him. However, the reality... was somewhat different from the theory.

Anton's somewhat dim gaze focused on the old man's face in the image. After a long while, he revealed a cold smile.

That was his teacher… Alexei Vasilyev, the eternal hero of the Allies.

"To you, only an idiot like Alexander, obsessed with mechs, would be a qualified student... Even if his talent isn't as great as mine, even if he has so many personality flaws, he's still your student..."

"When has a master or hero as high and mighty as you ever cared about an unqualified student..." Anton chuckled deeply. "And now, how many of the new recruits who are taken away as promising talents will be recognized by you and receive your guidance? Hahaha..."

Anton was certainly not worried about these new recruits... In fact, after he left the ranks of Mech Dragon and became an officer in charge of training, he no longer cared about piloting mechs; he only cared about what benefits his past experiences and identity could bring him.

He didn't care who he cashed in with... Whether it was the local military bureaucrats or the United States spies, it was all the same to him.

As a mechanical dragon with even more seniority than Alexander, Anton had become Alexei's apprentice much earlier and was once hailed as the next Alexei.

They had so many similarities. Anton's past achievements were just as dazzling as Alexei's in his youth. Like his teacher, Anton also had blood from both the Eastern and Northern powers. In his youth, both had distinctive features and were not only heroes of the Allied nations but also idols who appealed to both men and women.

Alexei scoffed at these comments outside of the mechs, but Anton never thought so... These were all benefits brought by his abilities, and they should rightfully belong to him!
Just like the benefits of becoming the chief instructor of the frontline training base... they should all belong to him!
However, under Tex Conway's iron fist, Anton's pride was shattered. The so-called rookie was no match for the veteran... He still can't forget the audience's jeers and Alexei's disappointed look after he was easily defeated.

This memory, like the scar on his face, serves as a reminder to him... The support of others, even the favor of teachers, is ultimately superficial; only the benefits they bring are real!
After that, Anton lost his spirit and never fought any more brilliant battles. On the contrary, Alexander, who could only look up to him, became the new generation of legend of the Allies.

Yes, Alexander was always able to adapt to newer mech technologies, mastering them with ease even in the post-Kobalvsky era, and he remained at the forefront of this field. If Alexei was the pioneer of theory, then Alexander was the forerunner of practice—this is one of the secrets to his strength.

Oh, Alexander may not be handsome, but he has always been ruthless... After Alexei was defeated by Teks, Alexander realized something and decided to kill any pilot of the United States if he could, which made him a legend who was feared by the Allies and dreaded by the United States.

As for himself... Anton, who was defeated by Tex Conway with a single punch, fell from his pedestal. Even if he wanted to climb back up, he could only be a clown.

Are there any real benefits to being a clown? No.

Therefore, Anton is not suitable.

"It's that kind of evaluation of technology again... What value does technology have that can be overturned by the upgrade of mechs?" Anton chuckled coldly as he listened to the old man's words on the monitor. "Only idiots like you would consider something so unstable as the most important thing, right?"

Anton's mockery was not without reason. As one of the United States' agents within the Allied Powers, he could guess some things... Just like the theft of Kobalvsky 7's blueprints and combat data, Alexei's defeat was not purely a problem with the mechs; intelligence issues also played a role.

The United States has also acknowledged that Alexei Vasilyev's mech piloting skills surpass those of Teks Conway. Even without the most advanced mechs, Alexei's record against Teks is more victorious than defeated... Considering the subsequent theft of blueprints and data, Teks's ability to strike the weakness of the Kobarvsky 7 might not be so simple... It's likely that someone from the United States had already leaked this information.

This is something that Alexei, a stubborn old man whose mind is only focused on technology, cannot understand... Even after he stepped down, he always believed that he had failed to adapt to the new operating mode of the Kobalvsky 7 and that he had exposed the weaknesses. After all, he had his own theory on the analysis of the weaknesses of mechs.

After retiring to the sidelines, Alexei became increasingly disgusted with his student Anton's behavior... However, Anton also looked down on his mentor. As it turned out, his obsession with technology was useless; otherwise, how could he have lost the title of strongest to Tex Conway?
Anton stretched, his former robust physique replaced by a bloated body resulting from indulgence. Well, in Alexei's words, Anton had wasted his life... while Anton himself considered it a side effect of his good deeds.

He's no longer a mechanical dragon, so how can you say he's wasting his time? Let's not even talk about him as a student; take Alexei's rival, Tex Conway, for example. Enjoying the benefits of his abilities can't be called wasting time, can it? That man, who ranks above all mechanical dragons in the United States, isn't he also a fat man?
Could it be that he also indulges in debauchery every day and incidentally acts as a spy for an Allied power?
Anton glanced casually at the clock; he was about to go out to see his mentor… As one of the bishops here, even with past disagreements, he had to go out to greet Alexei and then engage in perfunctory pleasantries. Oh, and he'd have to learn a lesson from the old man…

Just then, Anton frowned. Something was missing from this secretly recorded conversation... Why did the conversation continue even though Alexei's question went unanswered?

This conversation is meant for a United States spy. They'll definitely notice something's wrong. What if the benefits are significantly reduced?
Anton adjusted the video feed, trying to find where the problem was. Theoretically, this kind of covert surveillance shouldn't be able to miss anything... that's a technological problem from hundreds of years ago.

Just then, a head lowered from the side and stared at the screen.

A detached laugh rang out: "Oh, it seems my senses were right. Following the signal, I've indeed found the monitor."

Anton felt as if his entire body was frozen in place, unable to move. He strained his eyes to see the person who had inexplicably appeared behind him... Are you kidding me? This office doesn't even have traditional windows. How did this person get behind me? The door in front of me was clearly closed!

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of this person's face... so close, it should have been clear, yet it was incredibly blurry. Though so close, it felt as if countless layers of mist separated them.

Who is this person?

"This should be for the United States, right? With Alexei's regular operations, it's hard for the United States not to be watching... All they need to do is infiltrate bases on various fronts." The visitor said casually, "How interesting, one world, two great powers, and the people at the top are all rotten."

"Tex Conway sold himself out for the title of strongest, but what are you after?"

Tex Conway? What did he betray?

Anton was completely baffled. Damn it, could the high-ranking official on the other side be an ally's inside man?
"Unfortunately, your true identity cannot be revealed." The newcomer shrugged. "You should have been exposed as a representative of the United States, but now, you are not... You are an Allied martyr assassinated by the Eastern Restoration forces, so what?"

Before Anton could understand what was meant, his gaze suddenly dropped straight down, and then he knew nothing more. Anton's head, and everything inside it, was slammed onto the desk, creating a blurry, red and white mess.

In the center of this image is a totem composed of Chinese characters.

(End of this chapter)