The shining Shoko Toyokawa

Deng hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded with mixed feelings, "Li Xi is a very good person... but the ones you like are not Aine, or Su Shi and the others, right?"

"I like you too, Xiao Deng, but the feeling of liking and loving are different."

Looking at Xia Ya's outspokenness, Deng felt his own insignificance and weakness.

She really wanted to tell Xia Ya that she also liked... no! She loved her, but she didn't dare.

The lamp was afraid of being rejected by its own sun and losing the right to stay in the sun. Although the 'watermelon worm' would feel pain in the sun, she had already felt the light and could no longer adapt to the darkness.

Does Xia Ya like Li Xi?

Of course I like him, Li Xi is really a good person, but it’s probably not to the point of love.

She told these lies because she was afraid.

I am afraid that I will be trapped in the gentleness (gravity) of the lamp and will never be able to escape.

And there is no doubt that although Li Xi may be shy, he will never fall in love with himself.

Because she already has someone she wants to love.

So, Xia Ya said these misleading words,

'Sorry, Lixi,'

Xia Ya wanted to say something to make Xiao Deng misunderstand her, but the gray-haired girl could no longer bear it and found an excuse to escape.

This increased Xia Ya's guilt. "Toying with a girl's feelings, I... am such a bad woman..."

Xia Ya sighed deeply, and the smile disappeared from her face.

She somewhat missed herself when she had just woken up from a coma, without any responsibilities or burdens, and simply felt happy to see Xiao Deng. "I can't go back..."

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'Going home' is faster than anyone imagined,

The next day, after saying goodbye to the maintenance crew and my acquaintances in Seville,

The young pilots boarded the plane.

For safety reasons, no one knew which plane they were on, and the plane they were on was not ready to take off until several hours after they boarded.

It was already dark, and the airport outside the window was brightly lit.

The plane that came to pick them up, from the flight attendants to the medical staff, all were from District 11.

This is the work of District 11. Obviously, they are very worthy of being won over by the bigwigs in District 11.

"Haha, Mr. Walter said that if we were gone, he might as well go back to his country to repair passenger planes. It seems that the other uncles who were fired have found suitable jobs."

Aiyin has been full of energy these days, like a primary school student preparing for a spring outing.

"Looking back, these past few months have been like a dream."

"If only it were a dream," Xia thought, "If it were a dream, then Aine's home, and the homes of those innocent civilians, would still be there."

With the collective departure of the pilots, Organization Y underwent a large-scale personnel change.

There is no doubt that the newcomers are all loyal to America.

The Y organization will probably become an important part of America's propaganda war, just as it was originally intended to do.

The reason why the young drivers were not bothered by this task was mainly because Ave Mujica, the target of the Y organization, had almost no publicity campaign after the establishment of the Y organization.

At first, the top management of Americana unanimously judged that Ave Mujica was here to deceive them. Because Ave Mujica's information technology was ahead of its time,

Unable to wipe out Ave Mujica via the internet, they decided to use magic to defeat magic.

The pilots of Organization Y are that magic.

If Ave Mujica's spokesperson, Oblivionis, continues to make 'inflammatory remarks', then the young and beautiful drivers fighting for justice will express their concerns about the stability of the world situation.

If they release a few more 16 billion dollars, they can define Ave Mujica as a terrorist organization in a matter of minutes.

But Ave Mujica was so quiet that the Y organization had no target to shoot at.

Coupled with the disobedience of the drivers and the attacks from the opposition,

Just when they wanted to quit, Organization Y carried out a large-scale staff reduction.

But these talents, especially the maintenance personnel, are in high demand no matter where they go.

America is vying for it, and so are the good sons who were once outstanding.

But the good sons could never compete with their father, and most of them went to America.

When Miss Maya found out, she said it was a pity. If they could have snatched a few more people over, Ave Mujica's logistical support capabilities would have definitely been improved.

It is very difficult to train a group of people who can maintain the fifth generation of MS.

The plane slid onto the runway and slowly took off.

For those who are used to driving MS, this bump is not worth mentioning at all.

After flying into the stratosphere, Xia Ya asked Su Shi and the medical staff to help her get up from the bed.

The lights of Seville were reflected in the eyes of the blonde girl, radiant and picturesque, like an inverted Milky Way, or a wildfire burning in the wilderness.

"It's so beautiful..."

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Part II - End

Part Three - "After That"

After that, an organization called MyGO emerged. It was like a mercenary organization, and it was said that they were friendly with arms dealers. They had only one goal -

Don't... don't get lost again.

Chapter 120: Why did you dye your hair aqua blue?

If money can buy safety, then it is worth paying any amount of money - this is probably the opinion of the oilmen.

Because for the oil guys, the money comes out of the ground.

In the Sarab Desert, at the first phase of a linear city construction site, dozens of luxury cars were parked on the smooth, hardened ground. More than ten armored vehicles, nearly a thousand soldiers, and a squad of Zakus firmly controlled the surrounding area of ​​several square kilometers.

Due to the interference of Minovsky particles, the drones that were once invincible have almost become useless.

The wealthy or noble Sarab people, or their friendly guests, mainly from the Arab country, looked forward to the several canvas-covered hills in the center of the venue.

Just when someone was about to get impatient, a jeep slowly drove over.

"Xia Ya-san, have you arrived in District 11 yet? I can catch my flight by the afternoon at the latest."

The blonde girl in the passenger seat seemed very busy. She was still on the phone when we were almost there.

She was wearing a plain-looking suit, dressed in a neutral style, clean and without any unnecessary decorations.

But he was more like a prince than the many real princes and even crown princes present. His every move revealed his competence and elegance.

"Yes, I'm there now. I'll call you in half an hour."

Uh, if the people present could understand Area 11 language, they wouldn't think she's cool.

What kind of "prince" is she? She's just a little girl who wants to chat on the phone with her friends.

"Everyone, I am honored to meet you. Next, I will introduce to you the products of East Asia Heavy Industries."

Chu Hua snapped his fingers, and two employees in suits who had been waiting beside the canvas hill peeled back the canvas on the hill together, revealing a military green Cyclops.

What is even more eye-catching is the cyclops half-kneeling on the ground, carrying a sniper cannon on his shoulder.

This is not a general equipment for Zaku, but a real '氪金' equipment. If used by an excellent driver,

Sometimes, the effect is almost equal to that of two Zaku teams.

When others were slightly surprised that there was such a good thing,

The blonde girl snapped her fingers again.

As the canvas was lifted, two huge yellow discs appeared in front of everyone.

The crowd immediately became a little excited. They were two UC0085 machines. They had both long-distance flight and high-altitude interception capabilities, and even close combat capabilities were not weak.

TMA machine, Yashima!

"Now, because of the attack in Ji'an, things like this are very sensitive. I dare say that no one dares to sell them except us. If you need them, start bidding now."

There was no formality, Chu Hua was just like he was busy getting off work,

"The sniper gun starts at $1000 million, and the Yasima is $5000 million,"

At first, the blonde girl didn't dare to sell the entire MS, especially the thermonuclear reactor, but as more and more 'Specialists Smith' came to her and their positions became higher and higher, she gradually became bolder.

As long as she can get it and the customer needs it, she will consider selling it.

The reason why Chu Hua was not worried about no one bidding was that these things were in great demand now. Although they were all Arabs, there was still competition between countries.

Soon, the sniper gun was bought for 5000 million dollars, which was just the price of the gun, not including the various shells.

When it came to Yashima, the bidding was even more intense. Both were sold for $5 million, which is enough to buy five F35s, the fifth-generation fighter jets.

Perhaps, this is because the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish. If it were before Ji'an was attacked, the price would definitely be cheaper.

"Hello, Miss Triangle,"

Just when Chu Hua was about to 'get off work', a slightly overweight man in his 60s came to her and said, "I heard that Miss Triangle is very familiar with the pilots of the Y organization. If possible, I would like to ask you to help us in Sarab to hire them. We can offer an annual salary of three million dollars per person.

Please come one, and I will pay Miss Triangle $20, what do you think?"

The man who came was the prince of Sarab, and it was he who offered the price of 500 million knives for an Aasimar.

He had ordered parts from Chuhua before, so he was considered an old customer.

Chu Hua thought: It is absolutely impossible for me to help you persuade them.

But on the surface, he promised seriously, "I will convey your sincerity to them, Your Highness."

Chu Hua was not originally a liar, but perhaps because of her talent for acting, she quickly learned to lie, and did it perfectly.

One hundred million dollars is equivalent to more than a ton of gold.

This more than one billion is ten tons,

It is obviously unrealistic to trade in precious metals such as gold, but there is a virtual currency on the market that is weightless and nameless.

Although the price of virtual currency often fluctuates, it is only used for turnover. For "arms dealers" like Chu Hua, this risk is completely acceptable.

After confirming the completion of the transaction, Chu Hua could not wait to leave with his employees. The construction site of Linear City, a project destined to be left unfinished,

It is said that this 170-kilometer-long and 200-meter-wide super project will require an investment of $1 trillion or even more.

Compared with the money required for this project, the ten billion just sold is insignificant.

Just like how she, despite appearing to be so glamorous, is insignificant compared to the bigwigs...

If she was also that kind of big shot, the attack in the hospital would not have happened at all, and Xia Ya would not have been injured.

"Boss, those people are looking for you again. They still hope that you can lead them to restore their country."

As soon as Chu Hua returned to the hotel, her assistant came to her and brought her some news that was still causing her headaches.

"...You should continue to contact them. Don't reject them, but don't make any promises. It's best to get their action plan."

"Also," Chu Hua rubbed his brows with a headache, "Why did you dye your hair aqua blue?"

The assistant, who was nearly ten years older than Chu Hua but had a petite figure, was somewhat at a loss when she heard this.

She said nervously, "I heard that the boss likes aqua blue..."

Chu Hua was a little angry, or rather, annoyed, "Who said I like aqua blue? You, right now! Right now! Go dye your hair back to your original color!"

"oh,"

The young assistant left feeling aggrieved.

Hai Ling, who had been following Chu Hua, waited until the assistant walked away and asked, "Miss, don't you like aqua blue?"

Her expression was calm and indifferent, and she didn't seem to be gossiping.

The blonde girl sighed and said, "As long as it's that person, you'll like her hair no matter what color it is, but if it's not that person, what's the point of having the same hair color?"