"Ahhh That's really······ Brother Huang, it seems that D19 has appeared. ”

“D19？！”

Ilan's report on the battle situation surprised Lelouch a little.

After learning from Diethart about Cornelia's thoughts about Saitama, the two predicted all the possible scenarios, and even the subsequent options, categorized, numbered, and prepared corresponding countermeasures.

D Filing No. 19 Status———— Cornelia herself played!

"What the hell did you tell her?"

can actually force her to go out in person, can this kid learn to swear?

"I don't know, it's probably 'the prince of the street', right? In short, the imperial sister is really angry. ”

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Ninety percent, anyway, there is a Gloucester with big ears in the guard, but what the hell is that? Decorations? Is there any function? Why do you want to mark yourself so obviously? Is it a prop for pulling hatred? Let the Lord pull hatred himself? Although I am too······ Then again, why put on a cape? Why does Knightmare need a cape too? Wouldn't it rattle when you drove it this way? Doesn't it increase air resistance? If it's to give the enemy a sense of oppression, a gap is dug in the cape for the cockpit, so it doesn't look handsome at all but stupid? But there's no deterrent, huh? Are the aesthetics of the royal family so strange? Although I am too······ Does that mean that only pure-blooded royalty can have paranoia about cloaks? But why..."

"Elan · We'll talk about the cloak later. Lelouch tried to calm himself down. I just want to know if it's D19 now"

"Ah, wait a minute..."

Intense gunfire explosions were heard on the other end of the communication, and after nearly a minute of intense gunfighting, calm finally returned.

"The first." Ilan sighed on the other end. "Sure enough, the pro-guard team is different."

"Can you hold on?" Rao is Lu Lu Xiu is also a little nervous now.

"Persistence?"

Ilan chuckled softly.

"It's the royal brother's side to hurry up, I don't have a problem, but I don't know if the imperial sister can 'hold on' for twenty minutes."

"Oh? Then I'll look forward to it. ”

Hearing him say this, Lelouch couldn't help but relax a little, and the confident smile returned to his face.

It's a lot of nonsense, but it's really a reassuring guy······

There was another loud bang in the headset.

"The second, ······ It's the royal sister That's right, now it's certain that there was Tai Gloucester who helped her block a shot just now. ”

"Well, got it, let's deal with it according to the D19 situation."

"Understood."

Ilan cut off the communication after saying that.

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These dark purple Gloucesters were nothing like the Sunderlands they had just seen.

The level of the pilot is not a grade at all, and the cooperation is tacit to the extreme, whether it is the siege of the bag, the line blocking, the rhythm control, it is so smooth, and it is really appropriate to describe these more than ten aircraft with a good heart, and it is worthy of being an ace unit that has followed Conelia to fight countless battlefields.

And the Gloucester they use, in terms of performance, has even surpassed the peak of the fifth generation aircraft, stepping into the threshold of the sixth generation with one foot———— a way to play hormones.

Gloucester, to put it bluntly, is actually a strengthened version of Sunderland, they are exactly the same from the operating system to the basic structure, except for the body shape is a little coquettish, the biggest difference is the muscles it uses.

It uses the legendary special muscles.

Even a wrist wrench can crush Glasgow's special muscles, and its explosive power is self-evident.

This kind of lifespan is extremely short, the price is extremely expensive, the performance is against the sky, and the electronic muscles of one war and one change are simply money burners, gold sucking black holes, and it is impossible for Britannia to popularize it, so Gloucester has naturally become the trump card's ID card, the rookie's dream goddess. So far, only Cornelia's personal guard has been fully equipped.

But the special muscles also have their limitations, at least in terms of speed, it has no improvement on knightmare, and the common problem of fifth-generation aircraft, muzzle shake still exists.

However, the Guards and Cornelia herself have found another way to fully exert their power———— abandoning long-range firepower and using cold weapons in close combat.

It's a bit like the white shell's way of fighting, but Gloucester can't be as fast as the alien plane, but the cooperation between the pilots makes up for it.

In the final analysis, this is also a mode of warfare that can only be used by troops composed of all aces.

From the body to the pilot, to the run-in, Cornelia really made a bloody effort to form this army!

But Elan doesn't care about any ace or round table.

In his eyes, there are only two kinds of pilots in the world who ———— can drive and those who can't.

As long as the other party cannot overcome human instincts and cannot leave the assistance of the intelligent system of the balance system, then he will not open.

That's totally killable!

Glasgow was moving sideways in front of the complex, and a point of light on the radar was following the main road, quickly catching up from the block opposite him, and Ilan looked ahead, adjusting the speed of Glasgow slightly.

If the speed is accurate, the crack in the building ahead, the Gloucester, and his own Glasgow, will form a straight line in five seconds.

If he used a spear, he would probably take this opportunity to shoot the opponent to death, but to be on the safe side, Ilan chose the safer method.

Forward, Line of Fire, Shock, Reaction Speed, 0.2 sec to 0.5 sec, Airframe Feedback Speed, 0.3 sec, Gloucester, Max Take-off Height, Acceleration 6.6G, 1.7 times Sunderland's Height, Six Meters above Floor, Firing Route Assured, Time, Positive and Negative Deviation 0.2 Seconds, Plan Feasible.

The full set of kill processes clearly appeared in my mind.

The rest, it's just a matter of getting it done.

The rifle in his left hand pointed at the buildings around him, and he shot three bullets from the crack in the building in a flash, and the purple figure found this sudden firepower, and his heart tightened, and instinctively stepped on the pedal to death, and jumped into the air. And the moment it emerged from behind the building, an armor-piercing bullet pierced his cockpit as if it had been waiting for it for a long time.

A little spark, a muffled sound.

Britannia lost another trump card.

"The third."

How many kills do you have to kill before you feel distressed, Imperial Sister?

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"Camera equipment is not allowed here." The soldiers at the door of the office stopped Diethardt's men.

The pony-tailed man smiled helplessly and ordered the photographer to wait outside the door. He straightened his clothes and followed the guards into the lieutenant governor's office.

If he was asked to do so in normal times, he would never be so calm, for him the camera is his life.

But today is different, his most important equipment is hidden in the heel, as long as he is not allowed to enter the door barefoot, then even if he is allowed to interview naked, he can accept.

"Your Highness Yuphimia." Diethardt gave a deep bow to the girl behind his desk. "The contemptible Diethart Lid, a member of the HITV programme, has served as a former Governor-General, His Highness Cullovis, and as an image adviser to the Ministry of War. I will come and interview you as scheduled. ”

Euphemia looked at this respectful man, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Interview.

That is, ask yourself questions.

It's rare for someone to take her as a lieutenant governor seriously. But let her answer the questions······

She doesn't know anything about the policy of governance, the supply of Sakurashi, ethnic contradictions, people's livelihood and social security, terrorist activities, and the management of residential areas. Although after learning that she was going to be the deputy governor of District 11, she also made efforts to read a lot of files, and if she wanted to ask her the number of people or something, she might be able to answer, but if she wanted to ask her method, she would be completely confused.

Maybe I'll be asked about the Shinjuku incident... And that terrorist.

"Your Highness the Princess?" Seeing that the other party did not react, Diethart reminded in a low voice.

"Ahh I'm fine, you can sit down first. ”

He also called himself Her Royal Highness the Princess.

······ Not the Lieutenant Governor.

Diethardt straightened up, sat down respectfully in the chair across from her, opened a sketchbook in his hand, and took out a pen from his chest.

"Your Highness Princess, can we start?"

"Is that all? I heard it was a TV interview. Euphemia looked at him quizzically.

Diethardt nodded regretfully.

"Originally, it was intended, but it seems that after the death of His Highness Cullovis, security measures have been tightened here."

"That's right······"

"But that's okay."

Diethardt glanced at his watch as he spoke, a smile on his face that could not be suppressed.

"We don't need cameras yet."

"Huh?"

Just as Euphemia was about to ask, the floor under her feet suddenly shook violently, and she fell off her chair. The sonic boom shattered the window behind her, and debris rained down!

The pony-tailed man, who had been prepared, immediately stepped forward, protected her underneath, and used his body to block the glass slag for her. The crisp western shirt was torn and tattered, and mottled blood gradually spread on the white shirt. Even at times like these, Diethardt couldn't hide his smile.

No, it's certainly not some pity! The media maniac has only one thought———— this is my material! This is my news!

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Suzaku stumbled to the ground.

Looking at the shattered tempered glass cell door, he immediately confirmed one thing.

It's not an earthquake, it's an explosion.

He had been imprisoned by Cornelia for a few days, and after being asked what he knew about the Glasgow station, Cornelia lost interest in her. But given his sensitive status as a tainted witness in the 11th Ward Military Department, and not wanting to see this Eleven being besieged by the tabloids and saying anything that would hurt the face of the army, Cornelia simply locked him up in the Doge's Palace.

Suzaku, who had regained his freedom, shook his stunned head and leaned against the wall to the outside of the cell door.

An explosion at the Doge's Palace?

This kind of movement is not something that can be caused by a gas explosion, only military high-explosive charges······

Wait a minute! Could it be a terrorist attack?!

This is the Tokyo Concession, and if it is an explosion, it will be a terrorist attack!

Although the explosions in Area 11 continued, the Governor's Palace was attacked, which was the first time in the world!

Then next, it will definitely be Britannia's retaliatory counterattack, and the loss of innocent people.

······ Again, this senseless bloodshed.

Suzaku saw the girl's figure in front of her eyes.

The girl who would sneak in every day, squatting in front of the door and pulling him to ask questions.

The girl who repeatedly promised that she would beg her sister to let her go.

Obviously she is the princess of the empire, and she is obviously the sister of that Kulovis, but she is a girl as simple as crystal.

Euphemia.

Why?

Lelouch, Euphemia, Miss Cecil······

There are so many gentle people in Britannia.

Japan is clearly so eager for peace.

But things like Shinjuku still happened······

No!

Kindness is never a mistake! Being weak is never a mistake!

Terrorism is no solution!

Euphemia, that kindness should never be buried in this senseless hatred!

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"The gap has been opened! The scoundrel is in charge of the perimeter defense! The ground forces are in control of the governor's palace according to the plan! Lelouch commanded loudly, and he jumped into a scoundrel himself as he commanded. Five minutes! Give me control in five minutes! Repeat the general! I want to live! Don't hurt her with a finger! Do you understand?! ”

As his words fell, the eight trucks of containers were torn open from the inside, and thirty knightmare came out one after the other, pouring into the governor's palace through the gap in the wall, and controlling the surroundings.

The ground troops of the Order entered directly through the main entrance, and the soldiers of Britania were caught off guard, almost all of them were beaten into a sieve before they could draw their guns, and the terrorists, with the help of the positioning system, blocked the door to the governor's office in a short time.

Yucheng, who was excited, pushed everyone away, stepped forward and kicked open the solid wood door panel, and rushed in with a gun.

Joke! What is the concept of capturing the princess alive?! This credit is also counted in my uncle...

With his obscenity, a black shadow landed on his head very cooperatively, and a gorgeous 360-degree roundabout kick hit his face, and the figure flashed, and Yucheng suddenly flew out sideways, slammed on the wall with a snap, and slowly slid to the ground.

"Don't come here!"

Suzaku pointed his pistol at the doorway, glanced back, and stepped back towards Diethart and Euphemia, protecting them behind.

The girl looked at his back, her eyes full of shock and gratitude.

The pony-tailed man looked at his back, and his eyes revealed the resentment of finding a third party who had intervened, and he wanted to stab him to death.

The Black Knights were given the death order to "catch him alive", and they didn't dare to fight him, so they had to hide by the door and report the situation to the boss.

After Lelouch learned of this stupid person's storage, his brain crashed for five seconds, and finally burst out with the sentence "Elm head!" He shot a hook lock at the office window, lifted his scoundrel to the window, opened the hatch and jumped into the window with an arrow step———— which was also accomplished by the rage bonus, he usually had neither such superb driving skills nor such excellent motor nerves.

Looking at the stupid guy who was pointing a gun at him, Lelouch sighed helplessly and raised his pistol as well.

"Suzaku, we're meeting again."

“ZERO？！” Suzaku took two more steps back.

"Now is not the time to catch up."

Lelouch motioned for his men outside the door to step back and give them some space. The minions ordered the fainting treasurer to withdraw.

"Hand me over Euphemia."

"ZERO, stop this senseless sacrifice! I know what you're doing in Shinjuku, I ······ Thank you for your dedication to the civilians of Shinjuku! But······ You will only invite Britannia's revenge by doing so! In the end, it was the ordinary people who died! You're not that kind of person, I know... You won't kill Euphemia for revenge on the Empire! ”

Suzaku's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

ZERO。

Everything this man did was against his own values.

Complain with resentment, return blood with blood, and counter violence with violence.

But it is undeniable that because of his existence, countless people have been saved.

He got the best results in the wrong way······

He... It should not be its own enemy.

If he had been as he had said in the proclamation that night, he would not have killed Euphemia. This girl is innocent, she has nothing to do with those dirty things, ZERO may not understand, she must explain it to him, she just...

"Revenge?" Lelouch laughed. "You think I'm here for revenge? No, no, no, you're misunderstanding, I'm here to save people. ”

"Saving people?"

Suzaku was a little confused.

"Is it because of the fear of retribution in Britannia that those who are about to die should be ignored? Culovis is gone, and another Cornelia has arrived, but the tyranny of the empire has been integrated into its marrow. I'm here just to stop the tragedy in Shinjuku from happening again. ”

Lelouch said, sitting down in the chair behind his desk, looking at Suzaku leisurely.

"What do you mean?" Suzaku felt a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart.

"Another massacre, this time Saitama."