Even for the front deck of the MS repair ship, this length is enough for Liu Ling and his love aircraft to take off.

This time, there were three passengers on the plane.

Dior Maxwell, who was in charge of infiltrating the investigation, returned to the school to hide Hilo Yul.

"Is this the CoreFlighter system... The configuration of the cockpit is completely different from ours." Dior sat in the position without wearing a helmet and goggles, but instead looked around at the interior of the fuselage.

"Sit down carefully, there will be more magical things after takeoff." Liu Ling smiled slightly, and the head completely covered by the helmet turned slightly. The interface connected to the compressed air pipe underneath and various other things were connected to the back. The black helmet of the pipeline shone wonderfully.

"The external inspection of the system is complete." Xuefeng patted the outside of his body lightly, "You can take off at any time."

"Ah, I'm bothering you-I will trouble you to help with the trimming of the next three units." Liu Ling waved his arms to the outside of the fighter.

Snow wind reached out to hold the hair that was blown by the sea breeze. Smiled slightly.

GOODLUCK

Liu Ling understood her meaning, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Well, my guests, are you all seated?"

Two people fasten the seat belts. At the same time, he pulled down the helmet goggles.

"The whole system is online..."

As Liu Ling gradually chanted loudly, the lights around the metal cockpit turned out to be illuminated—as if it were connected to the transparent canopy overhead. The entire cockpit became transparent. The scene was completely unfolded in front of them.

A fantasy blue light glowed deep in the nozzle that was the jet port of the ion engine.

"Everyone, get out of the way, the fighter plane is about to take off!" Xuefeng shouted to the busy crowd behind the fuselage.

The mechanics in the blue costumes of the staff pressed their helmets, and while giving up their positions, they joined in to watch the takeoff of the fighter plane.

The blue GN particles quietly spread into the space around the fuselage. At the same time, with the insignificant voice gradually sharpened. The two jets at the tail of the body emitted intense turbulence in five colors.

The whole body trembled slightly, and then accelerated quickly.

When the deck was about to end, as if with an order, a few small blue rays were ejected from the bottom of the body, and the body was like a piece of paper rising in the wind, floating lightly in the air.

"The electromagnetic wave stealth component is activated... The preset target point navigation... The voyage is a bit long, I want to speed up!" Liu Ling said, gently pushing the joystick.

Following his instructions, the gray-black painted surface miraculously became transparent and disappeared into the sky.

"Lieutenant Jaegust, please let me take this machine out of the warehouse." Vakaters asked.

"Waka, are you looking for death?" Jigusi suddenly turned his head, his tone was very intense.

To move this Torukis out of the warehouse, the implication is to deliver it to Jegus, and his team will complete and develop this Torukis.

The meaning of this sentence, at the same time, is the meaning of passing the hope of knocking down Gundam and living from his team to the hands of Jigusi.

It can only be said that he has been consciously unable to complete it-or that it will be difficult to control this machine after completion.

However, in contrast, that means he will return to a normal MS—seeing that his team may be Aiyaliz with weak armor. Once he encounters Gundam, he can confirm that there is almost no hope of survival.

Waka's eyes did not waver at all.

"Special Lieutenant, you have taught us the will to'fight for the people of the future' and'make the way for future generations'."

Jigusi couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration for him now.

"Now you have become one of the bravest people."

Waka just smiled proudly.

"So, how many are counted now?"

What Jigusi asked about was about the number of Gundams that were about to strike.

According to the characteristics of the previous Gundam event. There is no doubt that there will be Gundam coming to attack here.

"Naturally, I have prepared for the worst." Waka's expression is still serious.

In other words, he is ready to deal with five Gundam mental preparations, and the corresponding consciousness.

Jigusi thought of this, but his heart became more and more heavy.

"One will not come, there will only be four at most. There is only so much information I can deliver to you, sorry."

Obviously, for such a fighter, he hopes that he can use enough intelligence to support him, so that he and his team can survive this battle against Gundam, but even for him, the intelligence and information he can get The conclusions drawn from the analysis are also pitiful.

The Gundams seem to appear out of thin air, carrying out an irresistible attack in a certain place. After turning a base into ruins, it will immediately disappear again and cannot be explored.

"It's a lot easier to be able to lose one." Waka said with a grateful smile from the heart, "Lieutenant Jaegust, then!"

He stood at attention, saluted, then turned and left the warehouse.

Jigusi watched him speechlessly, and then watched the workers who had started to act according to the instructions of Wakatshi and carried out the handling of Torukis, and finally turned and left, leaving the warehouse behind.

Charlie Wellington, a confidant of Lieutenant Gustave. It is also in this warehouse at this time.

Under the instruction of Juggs, he has the right to hear all the previous conversations.

The originator of all mobile suits in this world, the mobile suit who can compete with Gundam, Torukis.

Even if no one can control it after it is completed, just a new model of MS developed from it, coupled with the advantage of quantity, can also resist Gundam, right?

At that time, I can also take revenge for the comrades who died under Gundam, right?

Thinking so. He couldn't help clenching his fists.

Shaking his head, he felt that his current state was a bit wrong--or it seemed like he was trapped in obsession.

The dull air in the warehouse made him seem a little breathless for a while. He decided to go out and breathe.

Behind the warehouse, a young man in the clothes of an operator is resting.

"Hello, Master Teshi." The operator was unusual and not too serious, but at this time it was quite to Wellington's appetite.

Wellington nodded and leaned against the metal warehouse wall.

The sharp corners of the metal plate folded like corrugated paper pressed against his back, and there was a chill.

But this didn't make him feel better, but instead made him cover his head in distress.

"It seems that you have something on your mind." The operator drank the liquid in his pot and asked softly.

"Ah, yeah-a big problem." His back arched slightly, making his eyes fixed to a point on the ground.

Suddenly, a kettle appeared in his vision.

"Do you want something?" the operator asked.

"No. As MS pilots, we can't drink—"

Just like an airplane pilot, in order to ensure agile response, MS pilots cannot drink alcohol when they have a combat command or when they are on standby. Alcohol and tobacco will slow down the nerve response and cause fatal consequences in battle.

"Don't refuse-say it again. You can see clearly, this is not wine." The operator's voice was a little lazy, and he shook the kettle in front of him.

With the light shining in from the mouth of the pot, you can see that the liquid inside is a faint orange. Wellington even asked about a hint of sweetness.

After working for a long time, this brother filled the kettle with instant energy drinks that are common in the army.

"Okay, thank you." Wellington took the kettle, raised his head, and poured into his mouth.

A melancholy person will be drunk even without alcohol.

Because it was his mind, not his body, who was confused.

"Then Mr. Teshi, can you let me hear what you are upset about?" the operator continued to ask.

"Oh..." Wellington paused, as if to get rid of some imprisonment, and said with a hint of drunkenness, "It's okay to tell you."

"I've been following Lieutenant Jugger for several years. For so many years, my comrades and I have separated and reunited. I have spent countless days and nights together."

"Sometimes quarrels, even fights, but soon they will laugh together..."

Living together, doing tasks together, after so many years, everyone has kissed each other like family.

"But, just a few days ago, what kind of'Gundam' fell for no reason-brothers died under its hands like this! On the seabed several kilometers deep. Even the last shout Before sending it out, I was beaten to death by it!"

The operator was silent suddenly.

"It's true that I was born in a colony. I have seen Leo standing with a coalition army in the colony... But ah, my comrade-in-arms, just died silently!"

His emotions are a little out of control.

"Now if I see those ‘Gundam’, I’m afraid I can’t restrain myself from wanting to sit on mobile suits and beat them up..."

The operator took back the water bottle in Wellington's hand, the shadow of the brim of his hat covered his face, and his expression could not be seen.

"When the coalition forces attacked the space colonies with weapons, the inhabitants of the space might have the same minds as you are now. And their number is tens of thousands of times yours."

"What do you mean?" Wellington, who was awakened by this sentence, seemed to catch something in an instant, without thinking of anything. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the operator.

"It may be the instinct of human beings and even all living things to complain with grievances. But this will always lead the situation to the worst." The operator hung the canteen around his waist, and then lowered the brim of the hat with his hands. I even hope that weapons of war will no longer appear-I will fight for it."

He said, turned and left there.

Wellington wanted to stop him, but the man just waved his right hand and left slowly.

The only thing left in Wellington's memory was the long braid and the words he said.

"The weapons of war no longer appear...fight for such peace..."