The shining Shoko Toyokawa

"We've already discussed this," the owner said flatteringly, "If Miss Isabella joins us, all future MS units will be under your command. I promise!"

Seeing the other party's frustrated and helpless look, Xia Ya confirmed one thing: at least the owner of the gym was not aware of her "sister's" death.

"Tell your boss to come talk to me, but I suggest you leave as soon as possible. I didn't come here specifically to shake off my tail."

"you!!!"

The owner was filled with shock and anger. Before he could finish his harsh words, he ran towards the door behind the Japanese-style room.

Not far behind the gym is the sea. 'As long as I can get there, as long as I can get there!'

"Useless vulgarity"

Ignoring the chaotic sounds in the gym, Xia Ya poured out the tea in front of her, filled a new pot from the water dispenser with a teapot, and placed it on the stove.

When white smoke came out of the pot's mouth, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, the 'door' behind her was suddenly opened, and several people with heavy footsteps rushed in.

Xia Ya didn't even turn her head, but calmly poured herself a glass of water.

"Hey, Miss Isabella, don't you have anything you want to explain?!"

A burly man in a suit ran up to Xia Ya, slammed his hands on the low table, and said in a voice that was almost a roar: "Why don't you just be a world-famous celebrity or an actor? Why do you want to get involved with those dangerous people?!"

"So, thank you for driving those dangerous people away,"

Xia Ya replied indifferently, even blowing the hot water in the cup.

The burly man was furious and said sarcastically, "So, you came here because they threatened you, not to tell them the secrets of the Y Organization?! If we report this to America, do you think those bigwigs will believe you?!"

"They have to believe it even if they don't want to," Xia Ya took a sip of hot water and continued speaking under the big man's 'are you kidding me?!' gaze. "Besides, I'm all good friends, right? After all, you've 'protected' me for so long. I'm sure you won't tell on me to America."

The strong man was so angry that he was fuming. In the past, anyone they tried to capture would kneel down on the spot.

What are you talking about? I'm not greedy at all. I'm just talking to my secretary, learning American language or something like that.

He originally wanted to arrest the man directly, but when he thought of the other party's identity, if he arrested him directly, he would be the one to apologize if anything went wrong.

He decided to call his boss and ask him. If his boss agreed and something went wrong, he would still be the one to take the blame.

But you can still get some money by taking the blame, or transfer it to a retirement unit.

He took out his cell phone and walked out to the courtyard to make a call.

After Xia Ya finished drinking a glass of water, the big man came back with his phone, looking annoyed.

"Let's go back and pack up."

He told his men, who were all puzzled, to leave the Japanese-style room and left the gym with a frown. Not only was Xia not captured,

The gym owner who fled in a panic and the suspicious coach were also left in the gym.

Apparently, this was an order from his superior.

"Who the hell are you?"

It seemed like he had been hit several times on the face, and in the process of running away, his kimono was also torn into tatters, like a homeless owner.

When he returned to the Japanese-style room in the middle, his face was filled with confusion, bewilderment, and fear.

"Is she the illegitimate daughter of some important figure?"

He gave what he thought was the most reasonable explanation, and his voice became lower and lower as he spoke, as if he was afraid of disturbing Xia Ya, the "young lady".

"You didn't leave because you have something to ask me? I will tell you everything I know!"

He no longer had that arrogance and calculating feeling, but was replaced by flattery and fawning.

To him, the Special Department of Area 11 was like an insurmountable mountain that could fall down and kill him at any time, but in front of Xia Ya, they dared not say a word (as he thought).

If you offend such a "big shot", it would not be surprising if you committed suicide by being shot seven times.

Being respected by such a 'vulgar person', Xia Ya would not feel happy at all. If she could get any substantial information from him, then the special department of Area 11 would not let him go.

For example, where is the information that 'Xia Ya' sent them?

It was precisely because the special department of District 11 was convinced that he didn't know this that they acted as if to save Xia Ya's face.

Of course, it was also possible that he was afraid of the information, but Xia Ya felt that this so-called owner of the museum had not yet given the people behind him the qualifications to use his only "trump card".

Judging from their behavior, if they felt that disaster was imminent, they would most likely use that "information" to exchange for the opportunity of political asylum in a major country, rather than fighting to the death with the District 11 Merman.

But this is precisely the opportunity for District 11. As long as they keep a close eye on this group of people and the important people entering the country, they will eventually find the time for them to hand over.

"What could possibly be so heavy?"

The answer couldn't be more obvious...

"Remember to tell your boss to return the things to me as soon as possible, otherwise I will take these friends today and visit everyone. You know, they all have bad tempers."

Xia Ya stood up and left the Japanese-style room.

The middle-aged coach leaned against the wall of the dojo, somewhat bewildered. The students were chattering and eating melons in front of the dojo door. Some even took out their phones to take pictures.

Even if this dojo can still operate, those two "adults" probably wouldn't want to stay in this "exposed" place.

The students were frightened by Xia Ya's aura and stepped back, making way for her.

There are a few old men and women eating melons on the roadside.

Xia Ya glanced at an old man wearing cleaning clothes and riding an electric scooter. He gestured at her from a hidden direction.

It means everything is under control.

Xia Ya certainly had no intention of fighting with the people she met today. As long as she gave a signal, within a minute, someone would come and "exchange opinions" with those people.

Of course, this little trick couldn't be hidden from America, but they were helpless.

It's not that I can't do anything about a few "uncles", but that shining Gundam,

They sent so many agents to join Ave Mujica that they could form several mahjong tables.

But no one has ever come into contact with the Gundam named Cosey, and it is impossible to fully confirm whether its pilot is Char or whether there are other pilots.

Without being able to ensure their own survival and deprive them of their combat capability, they feared that attacking Ave Mujica would cause this bizarre organization to defect to other major powers.

"It's just a lot of trouble..."

Xia Ya missed Cosi's cockpit a little. She always felt that was where she should be.

Chapter 152: New Humanity

In the single dormitory, moonlight shines through the small window.

"If I don't get some sleep, I won't be able to make it through tomorrow's training."

It was already 2am, and there were still 4 hours until Aine woke up.

"It's still daytime in District 11, right? What are you all doing?"

A week has passed since Aiyin joined Group B. Due to the appearance of colony satellites in the sky, the space training bases of various major countries are now operating at full capacity.

Even though it was late at night and the room was well soundproofed, Aiyin could still hear the noise of equipment running. It was the members of Group C who were assigned to the night training.

Sometimes, hearing sensitivity is not a good thing.

The pink-haired girl turned over. On the bedside desk, there lay a pile of aerospace theory books. On the top one, there was a group photo of everyone from that day. Although Aine was blurred in this photo,

But if there was one regret, for Aine, it was only one: Xiao Deng wasn't in the photo...

"Damn it...it's all because of the damn jet lag!"

The pink-haired girl threw the pot, didn't even change into her pajamas, just put on a coat and went out.

The training base is close to the sea and far away from big cities, without the heat island effect. Under the blowing of the sea breeze, her restless heart gradually calmed down.

"What should a guy like me do in the future..."

Aiyin felt that she was really useless. She could go back to see everyone in half a month, but she still thought about running away.

She felt that someone like herself, who had a great opportunity before her but no perseverance or patience, could not respond to Xia Ya's expectations.

She walked around aimlessly in the base. Due to the shortage of facilities, people in Class C would sometimes come to Group B for training, such as at night.

Aine really didn't want to meet anyone other than the patrol team at this time.

Just as she was about to go back to sleep, a strange feeling came into her head, as if... something was calling her...

Following that hallucinatory call, she unknowingly came to a remote place in the base.

The two-story building had no windows, and only a faint yellow light shone from the doorway.

The feeling of calling comes from within.

"Is it an illusion?"

Just when Aiyin was hesitating whether to go in, another unpleasant feeling and a vague sense of crisis came over her.

After hesitating for a while, she still didn't choose to turn around and run, but raised her hand obediently.

"I'm Chihaya Aine, a student from Group B. There aren't any sentries or cordons along the way. If I'm somewhere I shouldn't be, I'll apologize."

Aiyin's French military salute lasted more than two minutes.

Just when she began to doubt that the feeling was just an illusion,

The sound of footsteps came from the building, it seemed like the sound of high heels or mid-heels stepping on the floor——

Just as Aiyin was speculating like this, a woman with short blond hair that looked like a mess and a white coat rushed in front of her.

"Stop, stop, stop! There's danger!"

Aiyin wanted to stop the other person's dangerous move, but the woman rushed in front of her like a hungry tiger.

Then... he touched her head, as if trying to find some hidden antenna in her hair, and his breathing was as heavy as that of an excited pervert.

After being touched twice, Aiyin could no longer bear it and could no longer perform the French salute, so she slapped her hand away.

"it hurts,"

The woman in the white coat cried out in pain and took a step back, as if she had finally been freed from some frenzied state.

She cleared her throat and said, "I'm Dolly Spellman. I'm not a bad person. Girl, for my 1100 million Swedish kronor (a Nobel Prize bonus), ugh, for the future of humanity, lend me your body for research!"

Aine frowned and silently took a step back.

The vague sense of crisis disappeared with Dolly's arrival.

It seems that those people in the dark are protecting this strange woman, or the 'project' she is researching.

"don't want,"

The pink-haired girl refused without a second thought. What fool would become a test subject just for someone else to get 1100 million Rickrona?

It just so happened that those people in the dark seemed to have confirmed that she was not in danger. If she didn't escape now, when would she?

"Aren't you curious about why your friend is so strong, and what called you here?"

Aine ignored her and walked forward with her head down. “What kind of fool would trust such a suspicious person…”

A certain pink-haired girl returned to the woman in the white coat dejectedly, "Who are you?"

That idiot is her...

Aine knew, though she never said it, but she had always known that there were 'differences' or 'gap' between her and her friends, especially Xiao Deng and Su Shi.

It's not driving skills or other external factors.

But as a person, as an independent individual, at a deeper and more fundamental level, I am not in the same "world" as them.

"Follow me and you will find out."

The woman in the white coat smiled mysteriously and turned to walk into the windowless building.

Aiyin subconsciously felt around, but of course she didn't find her phone. This base wasn't a place where she could just take videos and send them online.

Students and staff are prohibited from bringing mobile phones into the venue, and images shot for promotional purposes must undergo strict review before they can be used as material.

'I...I'm...here'

The feeling that attracted Aine to come here, for the first time, became a meaningful 'word'.

The pink-haired girl felt as if she was being watched by something.

But she tried hard to identify the owner of that 'gaze', but she felt nothing.

“Hey, who are you!?”

Aine called out, but of course there was no response.