In a small town in the desert of central Senegal, a young boy pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in. The bell on the door rang, and the tavern owner raised his head to take his attention away from what was at hand. The boy stood by the door and took a few breaths. He took off his cloak and hung it on the shelf for guests at the door. Sand on the cloak kept falling to the ground.
"Good noon, Camus, is it still the same?" After the boss got a positive answer, he explained to the girl beside him, "The same, juice and lunch."
"Good noon." Camus walked to the old seat and sat down, when the woman brought the juice to his table, "Thank you, Ms. Nanaye."
"Am I old enough to be called a lady? I think she's still a girl." Nanayi touched her cheek with an exaggerated expression, "I still prefer you to use another name."
Camus lowered his head embarrassed to drink the juice, Nanayi smiled, took the plate and walked to the back kitchen to prepare Camus' lunch.
"There's no business today." Camus looked around at the tavern where he was the only customer, and said to the boss who sat across from him, "Why not open the tavern to a capital like Dakar? There are no customers in this desert. Yes."
"Because people need to stay away from the place of right and wrong when they are reflecting and precipitating." The boss said solemnly, "Don't develop the bad habit of testing each other in words, what you want to ask is why I am here, and why I bring it indoors. Sunglasses, that's because I don't want to be recognized."
Camus knew that the other party was telling the truth, because the other party was also a NewType, which was why he dared to come to this tavern every day at this time. If the other party is really malicious, at least he, who is also NewType, can find out immediately.
"Mr. Covatello, why do you open a tavern?" Camus threw out the question that he had been puzzled for a long time, "You know everything, you are very mature, the most important thing is NewType, I always feel that Mr. Covatello should go to more It would be too wasteful to open a pub in such a small place to do something more powerful."
"My father met my mother in a tavern, and he himself died of a glass of wine. Wine and tavern are my karma." Covatro noticed that Camus was a little emotional when he heard the words "parents". Fluctuations," and an individual's ability has nothing to do with what he should do. Some people think they can do everything but end up making mistakes, and some people know they can't do anything but still give it a go. NewType is very important, But it's not everything."
"Really, it would be nice if that was the case, but unfortunately not everyone is like you, Mr. Covatello." Camus squeezed the glass of juice, "Because you're NewType, so be it, too. It doesn't make sense."
"Have you been treated unfairly?" Cobatro hesitated. "Would you like to share it with me? Your story."
"...My father is a bastard." Camus said in a mysterious way under the induction of NT, "Obviously he has a family and is still having an affair outside, never caring about my mother and me. My mother knew that my father was having an affair and didn't resist, just buried her head. Work. No one talks to me when I go home every day, like I'm not their son, this kind of family is too strange, right?"
Covatro finds Nanai ready to serve and gives her a covert hint. Nanayi put down her lunch knowingly, and walked quietly to the door to hang the sign that it was closed.
"Then my father forced me to join a strange organization, because I was NewType, so I had to cooperate with them to do all kinds of hard things. If I resisted a little, I would punish me, put me in confinement, I was still a child, why should I be right? Me? Are these adults too inexplicable?"
Camus said and stood up excitedly.
"The only thing that is good to me is Lieutenant Emma. Although she always beats me, I can still tell the goodwill. But even Lieutenant Emma was forced to perform a so-called secret mission, which was on the mission a year ago. It's so strange, aren't they an organization, why didn't one go to Lieutenant Emma? Does it matter if she just died like this?"
The Gibraltar base is in the north. With Covatro's knowledge and IQ, it is obvious that this organization is Titans, and what the Titans are doing is very intriguing.
"I can't stand such a thing!" Camus waved his arms excitedly, "It took me a long time to finally determine the whereabouts of Lieutenant Emma. If those cunning adults choose to protect themselves, then I will save myself. She! I can feel that Lieutenant Emma must still be alive! If it wasn't for the one who got in the way last time, I almost succeeded!"
"So you sneaked out of that organization?" Covatro looked at Camus, who was nervous after being told, "Don't worry, I won't report you. Remember, I'm also someone who doesn't want to be found out. , so you should be at ease."
Camus, who had judged the truth from the false, let out a sigh of relief and sat back in his seat. At this time, Nanayi stepped on the dot to serve the lunch, and Camus thanked him.
"A deceased friend once said to me that the younger you are, the more careful your words and deeds are, otherwise you will fall into remorse when you grow up." Covatro hid his nostalgic eyes behind his sunglasses, "such a person It is worth your admiration, but it is not worth your study. He is very tired, and I am afraid that he will never even experience his youth until he dies, and it will be very hard to fall in love with his woman. "
Camus looked at him bewildered, and the NT sensor told him that the other party was a little sad.
"Impulse is the prerogative of young people." Covatello gave Camus a warm smile, "You did a great job."
The affirmation from others, and more importantly from NewType, made Camus' heart beat violently, and he blurted out while his head was hot and impulsive: "Mr. Covatro, do you know where there is a black market?"
Covatro gave him a suspicious look, and then remembered that he was still wearing sunglasses, so he asked, "What are you doing? The black market is not a place for children of your age."
"I want to buy a camera." Camus said bravely, "The kind used by MS, a general-purpose main camera, mounted on the head."
A few hours later, Camus led Covatro to his "secret base" in the desert. After escaping from the Titans, he has been hiding in this place, only going out when needed.
Covatro stared blankly at the huge white mobile suit before slowly opening his mouth for a while: "Although I don't want to admit the existence of fate, this coincidence negates the part of me as a realist."
"It's called a unicorn, and I drove it out of the Titans." Camus introduced to him, "The name is from Siroc, which is said to symbolize purity, implying that this MS has not been subjected to Anaheim. The pollution of Mu and Dr. Lingos was completely developed by Titans independently."
"Unicorn Gundam..." Covatro muttered to himself, "The invention of Lingus and the logo of Amuro, is this implying something to me?"
"The main camera is broken, and I want to fix it." Camus pointed to the unicorn's broken head, "Then I'm going to rescue Lieutenant Emma. I was inexperienced last time, but I can do it next time!"
"Camus, you only have one MS." Covatro asked, "The other party is an organization, and it is likely to be life-threatening. Even so, do you still want to go?"
"Mr. Covatello, do you know Char Aznabu?" Camus couldn't see the expression on the other side's sunglasses. "He was someone I respected before throwing the satellite. He was alone against the Zabi family. Against the whole PLANT, and finally succeeded."
"...I can introduce you to the black market, but the main camera is not cheap for your age." Covatro couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, "I won't lend you money."
"I'm rich, and the titans have a high salary!" Camus clenched his fist excitedly, "Thank you, Mr. Covatello!"
"How do you plan to install the camera after you bought it?" Covatro couldn't help laughing at Camus, who was embarrassed. "I can help you find a reliable person, but you have to pay the commission and my agency fee."
"Okay! No problem! Thank you so much!" Camus cheered excitedly. At such a young age, he had to escape the pursuit of the Titans while trying to save people. This was the best news in a long time for him who was nervous.
"Don't be too happy, about the Titans." Covatro interrupted Camus calmly, "Are you sure they won't find your location?"
"They must think I've arrived in Miserki now," Camus replied smugly, "that Siroc is not as smart as me, and I left clues that I can barely find with his IQ. None of them have been discovered, and their search range cannot be larger than that of unicorns."
"Amuro, Lingos, even I want to believe in the possibility of human beings." Covatro glanced at Camus, who was excited again, and looked at the Unicorn Gundam in a trance, "For the sake of the girl, do you understand, Heh, he's also a shy person."
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At this time, in the airspace of Misirqi, three Hambrabies were flying in MA configuration.
Hambraby is a cutting-edge MS independently developed by Titans, designed by Colonel Sirocco himself. The biggest feature of this MS is that it can be transformed into an MA form that looks like an aircraft, which greatly enhances the mobility in the atmosphere and is very suitable for long-distance combat.
Colonel Sirocco said that Hambraby's design inspiration came entirely from himself, and it had nothing to do with Zeta Gundam. Dr. Lingos also said in private that Hambraby's design had nothing to do with him, and it was absolutely impossible for him to design such an ugly MS.
"Hasa, Cooper, be vigilant." Yazan interrupted the two subordinates who were chatting in the friendly channel, "It's in another country now, chat back and talk again."
"Yes, Captain." The two quickly stopped chatting, and one of them asked, "We've been flying for a long time, and we haven't found anything except the desert island and the sea. Could it be that the Unicorn Gundam is not here?"
"There is such a possibility, but the Unicorn Gundam is one of the things that Colonel Sirocco attaches the most importance to now, we just do as he instructs." Yazan watched every desert island he passed through vigilantly, "and This is Misirqi, and all the teams who came here to carry out the exploration mission have all lost contact. Life is yours, and you give me 120,000 points of spirit."
"Yes!" the two replied loudly.
"This place is very evil. Once you cross the border, you can't connect to communication, and the reconnaissance satellites sweep out a fog." Yazan held the joystick loosely, keeping himself in the best condition for shooting at any time. , "Colonel Sirocco will find a way in diplomacy. All we have to do is to get enough information and go back alive."
"That's why we sent the captain to go out!" One of his subordinates, Hasa flattered, "The captain is our Titans' strongest trump card, not the kid who relies on superpowers. The captain is here, and those squads don't have to be in trouble before."
"Speaking of this, what is going on with that satellite?" Cooper said casually, "I read on the Internet that NewType is actually a superpower, and can destroy the world after awakening."
"Bullshit, you read too many comics." Hasa replied disdainfully, "Some experts have come out to refute the rumor. It was the impact from the explosions of many MS that changed the trajectory of Junius 7, and that red light was the driver's. What do bloodstains and I stand do in a vacuum? I can't tell you. Experts have analyzed them in detail. See for yourself. Do you think, if it is really superpower Lingos can die?"
"Yes, Lingus is dead after all." Cooper suddenly became excited. "But there is no reason for this kind of person to die? Damn, that's Lux, I can't control my excitement when I think about it."
"Don't talk about it, I'm drooling. The widow, Lux, is really touching." Hasa echoed, "Lingus died well, died well!"
"You two." Yazan interrupted again, and then something flashed in the corner of his eyes that a normal person would never notice, "Turn around! Immediately!"
"Yes, Captain!" The two turned around without hesitation, they had developed a blind trust in the captain.
Azan flew to the top of this large island, turned Hambraby into a mobile suit form and suspended in mid-air, slowly patrolling along the coast. There was an extremely weak sense of disobedience in his vision just now, but with his beast-like intuition, he keenly noticed it. It didn't take long for him to find the right body of the sense of disobedience. The woods by the coast were hit by a small piece.
"There are traces of MS." He informed the two subordinates, "Stay vigilant, search separately, and notify me immediately if you find anything suspicious."
The three hambrabies spread out in an orderly manner. Just as Yazan was carefully observing the dense forest, he suddenly reflexively controlled the fuselage to make evasive movements, and a thick particle beam passed him lucky.
"Assemble, here I am!" he shouted to his subordinates through the friendly channel, "I found a big fish."
"Is this Yin Lei?" The quickly converging subordinates looked at Gundam on the ground in shock, "Isn't Lingos dead?"
"It doesn't matter if he is Lingos or not, it's right to kill him first." Yazan showed a cruel smile, "The one with that huge set of plug-ins is the silver thunder. This is the decoration inside, it's only good-looking."