I've never seen anything like this before, and even when I put Kissillia in death prison because of my hard work, I wouldn't define my current behavior as the same as --- then, Char. A feeling of guilt that was unfamiliar to him rose in Aznab's heart, but this guilt made his heart swell with an inexplicable burn, as if the blood was steaming into an updraft, Char raised his head, looked at the beauty standing beside him, and asked:

"Aren't you going with him, the risk still exists, after all, this is the territory of the Federation?"

"It's going to feel different."

"What?"

"The last time, when I descended towards the earth, it was he who drove the MS, and I had the courage."

"Ah, I'm still scared, understandable."

"Huh." Harman let out two meaningless dry laughs, watched the flames from the jets carrying his lover's shuttle become invisible, and then turned and drifted towards the cabin.

It was this woman who had repeatedly thought about whether her long-cherished wish would be fulfilled and her father's curse would be contacted if some of the decisions she made at that time were changed; Yes, everybody thinks that there is another version of themselves somewhere. Is my current self another version of myself?

Ask yourself, Char. Aznab clenched his fists.

The red comet, hehe, the object of prayer of the inhabitants of the universe, unfortunately, it is only a hope that does not take a second in the suffering, this time, I must light a raging fire, and the fuel, there is already it, isn't it?

"Omran, send a letter to Ouyang Heavy Industries, don't use the basic channels of the military department, send a letter with your personal letter, send it to the president of Ouyang Heavy Industries' media and public relations office," Haman, who had already left with his cronies and adjutant on duty today, gave an order, "The content of the letter --- want to * a civilian cadillac. ”

"Cadillac? Are you buying a new car for the colony, and why are you using something from the old era? ”

"Relic, relic, yes, relic from the old era, it's not bad to use it once in a while." A wistful smile tugged at the corners of Haman's mouth.

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Earth, the air in Beijing at night is filled with depression, but this has nothing to do with several wars, even before the first descent of the war began, the threat of environmental degradation has caused a mass exodus of people from here, and the withdrawal of large enterprises has further exacerbated the situation, after the leap of Dhaka, the city that was once a popular option for the federal capital alongside * has fallen, and now only maintains the prosperity of a basic large city.

And this is thanks to a large complex military industrial complex that insists on setting up its headquarters here.

In the center of the city, closely leaning on the symbol of imperial power in the past, the huge headquarters of Ouyang Heavy Industry stands there like a lion, and the light on the top of the building is wrapped in a Y company emblem in the night O has become a major landscape of the city at night.

In an office with the head of the "lion" and a cylindrical top building, a middle-aged woman with red hair who was packing up her desk and preparing to go home checked her personal mail one last time before turning off her personal computer, and an email from the queen of New Zeon made her frown--- a big client meant that she had to read the email, and if she delayed, she would lose her job again. Sighing, she clicked on the email.

The letter was as short as one sentence.

"Should you come, do you still want to come, I really don't even have a little free, prepare a ticket to Shanghai, hum." Glamorous middle-aged woman with a piercing self-deprecation on her lips.

Then she kicked on the power supply, forcibly turned off the office equipment in the room, and strode out of her office.

Room 603 - Media PR - General Manager

It seems that only he thinks he is hiding it well, it turns out that he has been discovered a long time ago, that little president, it is really not to be underestimated, what has been figured out, the sorrow on the face of the middle-aged woman is swept away, and only the smile after the catalysis of age remains.

At this time, in Shanghai, in a house by the river, in the living room and office with a side length of 20 meters, on a modular sofa placed at a right angle, the little president who was nagged by a middle-aged woman did not have the slightest sign of sneezing, she was still concentrating on the official business to be handled, until a cough interrupted her.

"President, I've said it many times, don't look at things like this anymore, it's not good for your eyes." The butler who walked in with a large plate of dragon fruit shook his head.

"Even in the era and world where medical technology is so advanced, you are still worried about whether I will get myopia, don't forget, my background, as a genetic adjuster, I will not be myopia, butler." The young woman lying on the sofa raised her hand to remove the personal terminal from her chest, and got up to contradict her butler.

"Well, that's what I say, but please also consider the style of your office, even if..."

"Even what? My boobs are good enough to hold up at a decent angle and have a lot of distance for me to be able to look at it quite comfortably while lying there, so, even what? ”

"Whatever you like... The steward was defeated.

"Hehe, you're like that, you knew this if you knew this, why do you have to fight with me," the young female president pulled away her long black hair and walked barefoot to the table, only to find a strange plant in the middle of a plate of cut dragon fruit, "What is this?" ”

"A gift from the rare plant planting base in the south, a gift from the Federation's cosmic colonization policy, it is said to be called, Honey Shakya."

"The Maison?" The president of Ouyang Heavy Industries rubbed his ass and tilted his neck to look at his housekeeper to express his doubts.

"Shakyamuni's Shakyamuni, do you think this fruit doesn't look like Shakyamuni's head?"

"Is it delicious?" The female president began to bend her legs backwards again, grabbing a piece of dragon fruit while holding her white ankle with her hand to move her body.

"It's not delicious, I can only say that the flavor is unique" The old butler replied very honestly, he must have tasted these fruits, not to test the poison.

"Then what are you bringing me for?" Sure enough, the young hostess glanced at her butler with wide eyes.

Yes, this hostess is a complete pragmatist on the issue of life, at least when it comes to eating.

"Well, in fact, the main reason is this, it is the son of the deputy speaker who gave this fruit, and the deputy speaker has an eyeliner among the servants, and it will cause unpleasantness to throw it away."

"Then there is no way," Ouyang Ying grabbed the fruit that seemed to her to be a bit blasphemous to the Buddha and put it in the butler's hand, and took the fruit plate herself, "Express to Beijing, send condolences to the Zeon guests who are about to land there, isn't there an important kind of person in it, maybe he will like it?" ”

"That's fine, but can you not scratch your butt with the hand that has grabbed the fruit?"

"The sofa is disinfected with ozone and disinfectant, and the outside of the buttocks is cleaned every day, and there will be absolutely no excrement or anything, and I don't wear underwear, so will it be dirty?"

“。。。 Please put on your underwear. ”

"No, at home, I'm the rule, just do it, by the way, if the guest wakes up, I mean really wake up, invite him to Shanghai as a guest, ah, and, when you send this strange fruit, just say, the Buddha bless him to get better quickly."