The funeral banshee stood upside down and traversed a beautiful arc, hitting the moving target accurately with two bangs. Then the thruster suddenly accelerated, turned a somersault in the air to resume an upright posture, and shredded the last target with one claw. Then slowly slowed down and drove back, and stopped on the ground steadily.

In the cockpit, Camus, who had completed the training level, unfastened his seat belt, and his mouth raised a very nostalgic smile unconsciously. This machine was created by Anaheim in name in order to separate the relationship with the heavens and humans, but how can this kind of lies be kept from Camus who has been fighting with it for a long time? Obviously the last time I sat here was only a few months ago, but it seemed like a long, long time had passed.

"There is always a feeling that you can control NT-D now. The old man will be surprised." He reluctantly retracted his hand on the keyboard, and the screen he was very familiar with was showing, "But I What should I do..."

When he slowly left the cockpit, Xia was standing not far away. Seeing him coming out, Xia hurried up to greet him with a proud smile on his face: "Well done, Camus, you really did not live up to my expectations."

"Good job..." Camus murmured and repeated it, "If that's what you expect, it's really beautiful."

"Of course it is my expectation. I have expectations above Amuro Ray for you." Xia Ya Hongguang said with a full face, "The entire Gibraltar base will only have one NT for you, and it will only be established with your NT as the core. Combat department. With your outstanding performance, coupled with my excellent guidance, when you reach Amuro's age, you may already be a colonel."

"Colonel Vidan, the same rank as Sirocco..." Camus couldn't help looking a little complicated, "I don't know if it sounds better than Doctor Vidan."

"Camus, your situation is too small, it's not enough to be NT." Xia stood with his hand in hand, looking at the distant sky, "Even if you learn to treat diseases, how many people can you save in your life? The Federation is sick, and become a doctor." Can the federation be cured? Human society is sick, can being a doctor treat human society? Your NT ability is so good, don't waste your precious life on meaningless things."

"Is it meaningless to be a doctor?" Camus was a little unacceptable and couldn't help but retorted. "But the doctor said, the so-called NT is—"

"Lingoes is short-sighted, what can you say?" Xia interrupted him quickly, and smiled disdainfully. "Besides, he is not even NT now. What qualifications do you have to point your finger at you as an NT? ?"

Camus didn't refute this time, just silently not speaking.

"Anyone can be a doctor, but NewType is not. This is something that only you can do." Xia Ya said in a deep voice. But you can exert incredible power in your hands. NewType is destined to bear a different fate from ordinary people, Camus, always remember that you are a NewType."

"NT exists to carry fate..." Camus whispered, "This kind of statement... is cruel."

"Yes, it's cruel, but the reality is like this." Xia turned to look at him and said happily, "Camus, you are already a unique adult in my mind. You have the courage and the ability to face it. So. I will not tell you unrealistic fairy tales like Lingoes, but choose to show the truth of the world before you."

"I'll... seriously consider it, Mr. Kovatro." Camus rubbed his head embarrassedly. "Can you give me some more time?"

"No problem, no one is forcing you." Xia looked down at his watch, "It just so happens that the Lingoes' plane is about to arrive, and I have to pick it up personally. You think about it slowly, and I believe you will finally make the right thing. Selected."

After speaking, Xia patted Camus on the shoulder affectionately, and walked away. It was not until he completely left that Emma Sheen, who was in charge of guarding in an A-Laws uniform not far away, came to him: "Camus, how about it, have you made a decision?"

"Emma, ​​no, Captain, I'm sorry, I really don't know how to choose." Camus's expression was a little confused, "If it was Captain Emma, ​​what would happen in this situation? Please give me some advice. Well, I really..."

"I am neither your mother nor your lover, and I am not obligated to help you make life choices." Emma sternly said, "Camus, you are eighteen years old, and you have to decide your own life. Don’t think about shifting the responsibility to others, and you turn into the cunning adult in your mouth. That would be too ugly."

"Don't become a cunning adult..." Camus glanced back at the glaring banshee, "Captain Emma said exactly the same thing as Dr. Lingos."

"The official exercise is the day after tomorrow. You must give me the answer tomorrow at the latest. Before that, you are not allowed to approach the banshee without permission. It is now the property of A-Laws. It is illegal to board or start it privately. …" Emma laughed suddenly, "Confinement."

Hearing this word, Camus couldn't help but laughed openly, as if as long as the time passed, even the confinement would become a kind of good memory.

"Okay, don't laugh." Emma suddenly became serious again, and Camus put away his laugh awkwardly, "If I have to advise you, then think about what you really want to do. I remember you originally. Are you a college student in medical school, do you want to be a doctor? Or do you want to be a soldier more?"

"It's not that simple, Captain Emma." Camus pulled his hair anxiously. "It took a lot of effort to get me to a PhD in college. If I didn't go like this, I would feel very sorry for him. But Mr. Kovatro I also said that the apostle is a threat to all mankind. Only a NewType like me can protect everyone, otherwise—"

"Narcissism also has a limit for me!" Emma interrupted him loudly, "You are saying that the soldiers in the entire Gibraltar base are all rubbish. Without you, Camus Vedan, we would even have the meaning of fighting. No. Is it better to run away when you encounter an enemy? Or is it saying that the entire A-Laws is left with only one NT, and the whole world is waiting for you to save?"

"You know that I didn't mean it!" Camus waved his arms excitedly. "I don't want to be called illiterate by the old man all day long. I also want to become a great doctor so that my real brother will look at me with admiration, but Kovat Mr. Luo has been talking about all mankind, the genocide, and the terrible images of the apostles. If, if I don’t fight...what can I do, I am also very painful!"

"I see. I was kidnapped by Covatro Bagina Moral. What a cunning adult." Emma squinted. "What about Dr. Lingos, what did he say? I hope you will be a doctor?"

"No." Camus lowered his head in frustration. "Before returning to Earth, the doctor told me that the essence of NT is to communicate with people, and understanding is a matter between two people. One person understanding that is called forced will. He Say that my NT ability is strong enough, but as a'human' is not complete enough. I have to take advantage of my younger age to get in touch with different people and try to become what I want, instead of becoming...a cunning adult."

"Finally understand why Sirocco hates Dr. Lingoes so much. That's why you are lucky." Emma patted Camus's back with relief. "Judge a person not to just listen to what he said, but to see. What he did, I remember Sirocco said very well."

After saying this, Emma turned around and left, leaving only Camus alone.

"I don't understand many of the things Dr. Lingoes did. What the heavens do and the purpose of establishing A-Laws, the real big brother doesn't explain to me." Camus looked at the banshee and said to himself. Said in words, "Mr. Kovatro, he, no, Charata... threw Junius 7 down."

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PS: I forgot to watch the 77 concert, today is so short...