the next day.

Nuoer said goodbye to the three people, looking at the three people who were far away in the military vehicle, Nuoer touched the photo in his hand and felt mixed feelings for a while.

"This little bastard! I'm really going to **** me off—"

When the military vehicle disappeared again, Luodo's father, Sir Keleon, suddenly shouted and said, "If there is an accident with this bastard, I will have to die!"

"Okay, okay, why didn't you say that earlier?"

Lodo's mother, Terry Siebel, couldn't help but retorted.

"That's not because of giving him face." Sir Kleon replied.

Terry Shibelle rolled her eyes when she heard the words, turned and walked towards home.

"Don't worry, daddy, you won't die."

Just when Sire was about to say something, Louise Corleone said with a smile, "I'm still in the accident, bro."

"I-"

Sier froze, what do I mean?

"Ha ha-"

Noel couldn't help laughing dumbly when he heard the conversation between the three.

The melancholy in my heart also dissipated a lot.

"I hope God bless you—"

In a murmur, Noel turned and left with the photo.

Everyone has their own perseverance and path, and all others can do is to pray and bless them, wishing them a smooth road ahead.

However, what Noel didn't know was that when he turned to leave, in the corner, Sandy in a long white dress was watching him intently.

CE · 10/15/72.

The war is still on-

"shooting!"

"attack!"

"attack!"

"Kill them!"

The core area of ​​the thirteenth dense forest is located above a tribe that has been completely reduced to ruins. The air fleet of the Eurasian Federation is fighting fiercely with the naval fleet of the Atlantic Federation.

Beams, beam cannons, grenades, magnetic railguns—

All active weapons are called at this moment.

The interlaced beams were accompanied by rumbling explosions, and the flames of the body's explosion filled the sky within a radius of one kilometer.

And in the rear of the battlefield.

A battleship with a hidden figure drifted over the forest.

"Matis, you've been dragging it on for too long."

Jibril's voice sounded through the communication device inside the battleship Gadi Lu.

"Isn't this what you would like to see?"

Mattis crossed his legs and put his hands on the table with a smile: "You should have a lot of orders recently, after all, the Eurasian Federation is also your customer."

In fact, the current thirteenth jungle is just like the South American battlefield, it is just a drama directed by a high-level political director.

It's just that its actors are not popular entertainers, but soldiers who hold the belief of defending their families and the country.

Sixty percent of the aircraft lost in this war came from self-sufficiency from both sides, but the remaining 40 percent came entirely from LOGOS.

This is not to mention other orders such as logistical ammunition, and unfunded sales like royalties.

It can be said that in this war, LOGOS gained more than double the benefits of the South American battlefield.

"You should know what I mean!"

A cold light flashed in Jibril's eyes.

Yes, LOGOS is indeed making money, or making a lot of money.

But their original purpose was not to simply sell these things, but to suppress the Eurasian Federation and East Asia to jointly improve the combat support system.

They must ensure that their technology is advanced enough, only in this way can they have more orders and interests.

Without a combat support system, a single MS can earn 20 to 30 million at most.

But with the body of the auxiliary system for combat, the profit of a single machine can reach at least more than 50 million.

In other words, a MS with a combat support system can earn as much profit as two MS without a system.

The profits made LOGOS executives lose their minds.

50 million for one unit, 500 million for 10 units, 500 million for 100 units.

And now LOGOS has received more than 1,400 orders—

There are 530 units in the Eurasian Federation and more than 930 units in the East Asian Union.

There are more than 1,400 MSs in total, and the profits brought by them are at least 70 billion yuan.

Five days after the war, MS alone brought them a net profit of more than 70 billion yuan.

Money printing machines are not that fast.

Of course, the people at LOGOS are not fools. They also know that this is because the existence of the auxiliary system for combat has brought them such huge benefits.

But this profit - reluctant.

At least they were reluctant until the order was completed, so in any case they had to delay the fight until the order was delivered, which is why the Atlantic Federation did not send the main elite to fight.

"I don't know what you mean, I only act on the orders given to me by the Atlantic Federation."

Matisse looked at Gibril sarcastically.

She knew what Jibril meant, she just wanted to forcibly end the battle.

Mattis serves as the top head of the Joint Earth Intelligence Service and one of the commanders of the Phantom Pain unit.

The entire Atlantic Confederate army in the Thirteenth Jungle was dispatched by Mattis.

So Matisse can stop the fight anytime she wants.

As for Gibril.

Although he is the leader of the blue cosmos, he is the ruler of LOGOS, and he can even influence the orders of the president of the Atlantic Federation.

But LOGOS is different from clan, it is a huge complex of interest structure.

It was a completely profit-driven organization.

In the face of the temptation of 70 billion, UU reading www. uukanshu. com Who can keep calm?

Matisse could roughly guess what LOGOS executives were thinking.

It's nothing more than delaying the battle for a few more days, and when the MS manufacturing and delivery are completed, they are stopping the battle.

In this way, the money is made, the fighting is stopped, and it can be done in one fell swoop.

"Those idiots who only care about their immediate interests!"

Gibril was so irritated by Mattis' words that if he could order the Atlantic Federation, he would have ordered it long ago.

But now, 90% of LOGOS people choose to procrastinate.

The president of the Atlantic Federation is not a fool, how could he risk offending the majority of LOGOS to support himself.

"If you want me to stop the war, please ask the Atlantic Federal Army to give me an order. I will wait for good news."

Mattis sneered and hung up the communication.

"boom-"

"Matis - this is your own death!"

Looking at the pitch-black screen, Jibril angrily threw away the items on the table.

Originally, he was hesitant to keep Matisse as a pawn, but now it seems—

the other side-

Mattis, who hung up, quickly received a document.

It's more like a photo than a document, a photo of four people.

"It's really time to-"

Matisse looked at the combination in the photo, and there was an inexplicable icy smile on the corner of his mouth.

But after a while.

Matisse frowned suddenly, because she noticed that the address was a little bit—

"Perhaps, this is a good opportunity—"

While thinking about it, Mattis made a decision in his heart. If this plan is successful, he doesn't seem to be at a loss.

"Nia Mattis, come to the captain's office—" (To be continued)