After yesterday's interview, Shin Asuka has been officially hired as a test driver for the Anaheim MS Research Institute, and starts work today. Due to his good performance in the interview, he was booked as a test driver for the Zeta Gundam, and before the Zeta's first prototype machine was completed, he needed to read through the mountains of related technical documents. After that, Ed didn't care much. Although this child's world outlook is not very mature, he has dragged his sister around in the society for so many years, and let him worry about such trivial matters as adapting to the new working environment.
On the contrary, CC's performance last night was quite strange. She, who had been silent for the last weekend, suddenly returned to normal yesterday. I don't know what stimulated her. But she was quite mysterious in the first place, and Ed didn't pay much attention to it. He is reviewing the progress of two nuclear-powered machines jointly developed with PLANT.
When Ed saw the photo of Lux in the drawer this morning, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to care about the two machines for a long time. Now that I have received Klein's "benefits", it makes sense to care a little about it. As for the photos, CC didn't seem to like the photos sent by Klein, and Ed brought it to the office.
The two new machines, Ed, are actually not very interested, because there is really nothing new in them. Whether it is a dragoon or a backpack, they are all ready-made technologies. Even the Meteor System that Edd gave to ZAFT's PPT is just a modification of the GP series of Dendrobium orchid. It can be said that in addition to changing the basic parameters of the machine according to the physical quality of the Minovsky fission furnace and the adjuster, the other machines are basically a patchwork of existing achievements.
Of course the performance is as good as Ed's blown, but it's hard to pique his interest. In contrast, the new topic of Zeta's deformable skeleton is more challenging. So when Ed finished the top-level architecture design of the two machines, he completely threw the details of the implementation to the people below, and never cared about it again.
Regarding the naming of these two machines, Ed did not intervene, but the magic is that they are still named Justice and Freedom. He had asked Klein about this.
"I am against this kind of naming. It is simply inciting the opposition between the adjuster and the natural person. This kind of superiority, even if there is one, must not be shown." Klein told him at the time, "But Aznab The MPs insisted, Patrick was very much in favor of Aznab's proposition, and I had no influence in ZAFT."
Eddard never expected that the name justice and freedom was actually proposed by Xi Ya. Thinking of Char's unscrupulous behavior in order to achieve his goals, is this really his political proposition or a slogan he shouted to win over some people
In addition, Klein's statement that he has no influence in the ZAFT army is absolutely bullshit. As the equity agent of PLANT in Anaheim, it is impossible to estimate how much money he passes through each year. Just a little bit of soup is an astronomical amount. It is more than enough to build a private arsenal on any unknown satellite. .
What's more, the transaction between him and Ed's anti-neutron jammer completely bypassed the private grant and acceptance of the Supreme Council. Ed was stunned when he could smuggle such a heavy weapon out of the country without a sound. To say that this person is not directly related in the army, Ed can only show an embarrassed and polite smile, saying that whether you believe it or not, I really believe it.
While thinking wildly, Ed flipped through the development progress of justice and freedom. It seems that the progress of the two machines is as smooth as he imagined, and it will not be long before PLANT will be handed over. It turned out that the decentralization was correct at that time. The ability of the person in charge is also good. I haven't been promoted for a long time. I can consider raising my salary.
The video phone on the table suddenly rang, and Ed pressed the answer button.
"Good morning, Director," is Oderby downstairs, "Minister Kamitov Heyman of the Earth Federation is calling for you and is waiting online."
"Help me transfer." After the screen changed, an old man appeared on the screen again, "Good morning, Commodore Hyman. Oh no, according to your time zone, it's good afternoon."
"Good morning, Dr. Lingos." Heyman didn't seem to be interested in discussing time zones with Ed. "Why do I contact you now, you should have an idea."
"Could it be that the results have been discussed?" It's only been a few days since last week's meeting. "Brigadier General Heyman, I have to say that you have subverted my views on the efficiency of the federal government. There is some prejudice."
"Then please continue to maintain this prejudice, Doctor. The military department is different from the waste bureaucrats of the federal government." Heyman did not hide his contempt for the federal government, even if he was the current finance minister, " Captain Ray is a military member, and his disposal is purely military internal affairs, and the federal government has no right to intervene."
"Then do I understand that the brigadier general is bringing good news
"At 8:00 a.m. next Monday, Moon Time, Captain Amro Ray will arrive at Copernicus Spaceport on time with Akama, the flagship of the 13th Fleet of the Earth Federation Space Force. Lieutenant Colonel Brett Noah is in full charge. Next Friday at 8:00 p.m. Moon Time, Captain Amro Ray will return on the same ship."
Wait, there is too much information, too many slots, one by one.
The 13th Fleet of the Cosmos Army, the flagship of Akama, and Captain Lin Youde, um, this world is already chaotic enough, and Ed is now completely immune to this level of small problems. And then the most crucial: "Comrade Hyman, I heard right, less than five days?"
"Yes, the military will lend Captain Ray a total of one hundred and eight hours."
"Is it too short?"
"Isn't one hundred and eight hours more than enough for a genius like Dr. Lingos." Heyman's expression was so serious that there was no room for subtlety, "This is the unanimous conclusion reached by all the military's top management after careful consultation. , 108 hours is the maximum time limit that I can accept. Dr. Lingos, I am now informing you of the military's final decision, not haggling with you."
Although the man's speech was hard to hear, Ed was too lazy to talk to him now. Now that the decision has been finalized, there is no point in continuing to struggle, so the next question is: "It's just to send a person, is it necessary to dispatch a battleship? Or the flagship of the Thirteenth Fleet."
"I thought Dr Lingos was understandable as a researcher."
"That is to say, for you, the value of Captain Lei, or the loss of losing Captain Lei, is no less than a battleship..." It seems that the Federation attaches more importance to the new human beings than they thought. Originally thought that they didn't pay enough attention to keeping Amuro in a cage, but now it seems that they just don't know how to deal with it and can only lock it first. "But if the battleship is dispatched, the lunar military will be involved."
"Don't worry about this, doctor, I will personally negotiate with General Kim Kalam of the Moon Army. In addition, the protection of Captain Ray's safety will be regarded as the top priority of the entire trip." Heyman glanced off the screen. , It seems that someone has entered the room where he is, "This principle will also be firmly implemented on the moon, please understand Dr. Lingos and the Institute."
In other words, all of Amuro's activities on the moon will be closely monitored by the federal fleet: "Although it may cause some inconvenience, I understand the military's approach on behalf of Anaheim."
"Thank you very much for your understanding, Doctor. That's all I have to convey, and the details will be emailed to you by my secretary later. Finally, I hope that the doctor will deliver a satisfactory answer by then."
"Then stay tuned. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Heyman hung up the video call, looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere in the room, quietly opened the drawer of the desk, and picked up the pistol inside.
"Meet again, Kamitov Heyman." The man looked around 30 years old, wearing a well-crafted green suit, long blond hair well-organized, and a gentle smile on his handsome face. It's like he has everything in mind. "Are you finally willing to let your rare animal out of the cage?"
"How did you get in?" Heyman slowly moved the pistol under the table in front of him, held it in both hands, and made a gesture that he could raise the gun at any time.
"Don't you think it's stupid and boring to ask the same question that won't get an answer every time?" The man was at the other end of the room, his elbows resting on the cabinet beside him, without any intention of getting close. "Although being in the same room with a bad old man makes me sick to the point of vomiting, but unfortunately, no better collaborators have been found in the current federation."
"Collaborator?" Heyman sneered, "A collaborator who doesn't even want to give his name?"
"It doesn't matter what my name is, what matters is that the way you handle the information I give you is very in line with my interests. In other words, we work together very happily." The man took out a data disk from his suit pocket and put it on the On the cabinet at hand, "This time the content is quite explosive. It is better for an elderly person like you to be mentally prepared. There is news about the things you have been dreaming of."
"I can not understand what you say."
"Neutron Interference Eliminator." The man happily watched Hyman take a deep breath, "There are three in total, one in Anaheim on the moon, and two in PLANT's Nuclear Power Research Center."
"There is no way on the moon, PLANT's nuclear power research center..." Heyman's eyes locked on the man in front of him like a falcon, "Do you want ZAFT and the federal army to go to war directly?"
"It's your business what you want to do, I have no interest in intervening." The man seemed to be completely relieved from the pressure from Heyman, and he still looked relaxed and comfortable, "By the way, it won't take long for PLANT's two eliminators It will be equipped on two mobile suits. Look, what a great opportunity, there is no need to go to war."
The amount of information was too great for Hyman to digest, so he could only be silent.
"That's all I have to say, the detailed information is here." The man pointed to the data disk he put down just now, "Goodbye then."
Then, as if it had never appeared, the person disappeared out of thin air. Although this was not the first time he had seen such a thing, Heyman still couldn't believe it.
As a high-level executive of the Earth's federal government and the military, he does know some "truths" that ordinary people don't know, such as Britannia, such as Misirch, but even for him, what this man did Wei is too subversive of common sense, and it cannot be explained by a single trick or a special function. And the information he gave every time was completely impossible to explain by means of pure espionage. But the hateful thing is that the information he provides every time is too delicious for Hyman to refuse, such as this one in front of him.
Hyman put the pistol back in the drawer and let out a long breath. He got up and walked slowly towards the data disk, his hands trembling slightly because of nervousness or excitement.
"Neutron Interference Canceller..."