The shining Shoko Toyokawa

The training of pilots and maintenance personnel, as well as spare ammunition and spare parts, adds up to an astronomical amount.”

Sowo stared at her darkly, as if trying to see through Xia Ya's soul. "Is there any need to ask this question?"

Xia Ya clenched her fists slightly.

The answer to this question is indeed obvious.

After repeating Sovo's words, the translator subconsciously took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. However, his slightly trembling hands betrayed his owner's panic.

Why did the American Marines prevent the Y Organization's Gundam from being deployed, but turned a blind eye and let the pilots leave?

To stop them is to take advantage of the chaos and reap the wealth of Europe.

They were brought here to showcase Zaku's equipment and the accompanying training, and then to sell MS.

Win-win,

Amelica won twice.

"Does all this really make sense?" Sowo seemed to be asking Xia Ya, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Why would someone like you do something like this?"

Xia Ya felt that Sowo was not the kind of person who was completely brainwashed, but he could pull the trigger on an unarmed person.

Sowo did not answer Xia Ya's question, perhaps he himself did not know the answer.

The interrogation lasted until dawn. Everyone knew who was behind the crime, but no one recorded it in the file.

Sowo did not mention them again,

It was as if it was something indescribable, and the mere mention of it would make one feel worse than death.

After a sleepless night, Xia Ya had a headache. The 'volunteers' were in better condition than her.

After the volunteers closed their computers, packed up their things and left, Xia Ya handed the paper and pen to Sowo.

He finished writing with difficulty and passed the paper notebook to me.

Xia Ya was surprised to find that the writing on the paper was in English.

A name, an address, crooked and difficult to read.

"My sister called me that. She always wanted to leave her chaotic hometown." Sowo's English accent was very heavy, and his pronunciation was more abstract than that of people from District 11. Xia Ya could only guess his general meaning based on the words she could barely hear.

"She said that America is heaven on earth. If you go there, you will be happy, right?"

"Heaven? You know exactly what kind of place that is."

Xia Ya left this sentence, and left the temporary interrogation room without caring whether Sowo understood it or not.

The iron door behind her slammed shut, and Xia Ya climbed up the stairs.

Soon he left the basement.

The bright sunlight made her squint her eyes. When she adjusted to the light, she saw Aine walking hand in hand with Maria on the grass beside the castle.

The pink-haired girl was smiling at her.

Laughing innocently and happily,

But Xia Ya couldn't laugh, and even felt a little scared.

I am afraid that one day, that girl will no longer be able to smile like this.

That must be the most regrettable thing in the world.

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Chapter 102: The Loser and the Thief

The high walls surrounding the castle have been demolished for many years, but the foundation stones that extend deep into the ground are still there.

It prevented the weeds from growing freely, like a clear dividing line. Inside the line was the castle, where Xia Ya was.

Beyond the "line" is an endless grassland. On the distant horizon, a few horses can be vaguely seen running in the bright morning sun.

Aine wanted to run to Xia, but because her hand was grabbed by Maria's small hand, she had to stop as soon as she took a step.

Xia Ya smiled at the pink-haired girl, then turned and walked towards the ancient lead-gray castle, like a blonde princess who would eventually reach the top of the castle.

The dark circles under her eyes from not sleeping all night made her look like a vampire returning from hunting.

If she was really a vampire, the pink-haired girl would definitely offer her neck willingly, and even hope to become her half.

………………

Another attack, neither fast nor slow,

It's as if someone said: You should go to work,

Then... intelligence about terrorists arrived.

In the early morning, after the vehicle turnover, the drivers reunited with the maintenance team and arrived at the border area again.

"Clang clang," Walter Joe, an Aryan 'old man' who was already in his forties, dubbed himself in a funny way. With the help of his colleagues, he pulled open the canvas covering the Zaku.

The Iron Cyclops knelt on one knee in the warehouse, as if he was waiting for a knight to wake up in the castle.

"We have already installed the jetpacks you brought back on the new aircraft, and the other aircraft have been adjusted to perfect condition."

Deng seemed to have just come to his senses, looking at the almost new Zaku, a little bewildered.

In the dim warehouse, the outline of the huge humanoid weapon was hidden in the darkness, and only the four red stars on its chest were extremely eye-catching.

"This is?"

The red stars reminded the lamp of some bright red, viscous liquid.

"Well," Walter Joe replied, "almost all fighter pilots will paint a five-pointed star on the fuselage after shooting down an enemy plane."

Su Shi looked at his own machine. The three red stars were still very conspicuous in the dimly lit warehouse.

That means she destroyed three Zakus and killed three people...

The gray-haired girl seemed to have her soul taken away by the red stars. Her eyes were empty and her head was slightly raised, like a frozen sketch.

Everyone knows that she is not happy now.

"I've been a pilot for more than a decade, but at the end of the day, I still only have two stars on my plane,"

Walter Joe sighed with emotion, "When I was young, my dream was to collect five stars and become a rare ace pilot in modern times.

This may be the dream of every fighter pilot, but in the end, I have never fought a decent dogfight.

In the rare actual combat, they were either playing cat and mouse with the ground air defense system or bullying the enemy planes still on the runway.

In the end, not a single real air battle was fought.

As a fighter pilot, as a soldier, I am unfortunate.

But as a person, I may be lucky.”

It can be seen that Mr. Walter is not good at comforting people.

"Look at it more positively. At my age, nothing is too much to handle."

Su Shi felt that Walter himself had not let go. During his rare vacation a few days ago, this man with graying hair always wore solemn formal clothes and went out alone.

The maintenance workers were gossiping about whether he had found a lover, until someone who was also out saw him carrying a bouquet of white chrysanthemums from a flower shop...

Listening to Qiao's words, Deng became more and more confused. Her English, which she had learned quickly, was already quite difficult when listening to long sentences.

The dual dilemma of life experience and language made it difficult for her to understand what Joe wanted to express.

Joe smiled bitterly, turned to look at Zaku and said: "I once attacked this country."

"Ugh?!"

Aine’s eyes widened. “So, it’s the war from over twenty years ago?”

"Yes," Joe nodded, walked to the side of the Zaku and leaned against it, "This country's air defense system has been riddled with holes under the attacks of anti-radiation missiles, cruise missiles, and F117 stealth bombers.

Soon, fighters will only need to carry the bare minimum of anti-aircraft weapons, with the rest of their payload being used to carry bombs."

The man was hidden in the shadow cast by the Zaku, and the pilots could not see his expression.

"The superiors told us that the bombings were all targeting military facilities, but everyone knew that most of the targets were civilian facilities like power plants and substations.

Their goal is to make life increasingly difficult for citizens, to overthrow the government with overwhelming public opinion, and ultimately...

They succeeded.

And I, we, are both accomplices and perpetrators."

"Mr. Walter..." Deng didn't know what to say to this elder who had always taken care of everyone.

"I don't blame you, you're not wrong?" How could it be wrong to drop a bomb on someone else's land for some inexplicable reason?

Joe waved his hand at the pilots. "Now, this is the good fight. The enemy is burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities. You are absolutely right. So, put an end to it!"

'Yes, yes! As long as this war is over,'

Deng quickly boarded the Zaku and closed the cockpit door. "As long as this war ends soon, we can all return home together!"

"Then the lamp won't be in so much pain anymore!"

The pink-haired girl's voice was absorbed by the thick armor.

"Chihaya Aine, attack!"

…………

Xia was the last one to board the Zaku. Joe waved to her from the shadows.

She waved to her friends and walked over to Joe.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Unlike Qiao, Xia Ya stood straight, as if she was the one who had been a soldier for more than a decade.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

Qiao's tone was more like he wanted to confirm something with Xia Ya than doubt.

"Mr. Walter, do you think our war will end soon?"

"It will be over soon," Joe said firmly, "For the maintenance personnel, the Gundam is not indestructible.

On the contrary, it is very fragile, especially for us, a bunch of low-level maintenance personnel who used to repair aircraft, so it is not surprising that some problems will occur during overhauls."

"That's not what I'm worried about,"

Xia Ya lowered her head. "I'm afraid I'll get them into trouble again."

"Xia Ya, you..."

"Xia Ya-san, aren't you leaving yet?"

Aine's urging came from the sound equipment.

This interrupted Joe's words. He watched the blond young girl board the war weapon and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Everyone is looking forward to returning to their ordinary and normal life, but that girl doesn't seem to be the case.

Why did she choose to fight?

…………

6 Zakus drove towards the distance in a mighty procession.

The sun broke through the horizon, stretching the backs of the Zakus very long.

A staff member of the Y organization used a special camera to freeze this scene.

…………

"click"

With the director's order, the camera was turned off, and the third round of filming for "Who Will Be the Next Gundam Pilot" was successfully completed.

The adults decided to go there for a drink, while the young people who were only fit to sit at the children's table planned to go back home to see their mothers.