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K59's answers in today's chapter are all chosen by the readers who manipulate him, not only for the consequences of the future, but also for the past that led to such a choice.

The selection is starting to have an effect.

There is another big thing, in a few years now, it seems that I finally want to have a cover that someone else painted for me, although it is not finished yet, but I am already looking forward to it with joy, which is also a big motivation to support me to finish today's update, I will change the cover, I hope you can see it.

Tonight's update schedule will probably wait until tomorrow, and my body will have to look at it again, and it seems to be a bit repetitive.

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In the first year of the Noah's era, inside the space colonization satellite Side-3, the artificial sun gradually lit up through the mist brought by the sprinkling of water before dawn on a small gray four-story building, bringing a layer of cyan fog to the small building. In the midst of that mist, Moon Front. Whiteside, the man with the military code name K59 stands outside on the small terrace. His hands supported his deputy, and the chemical cigarette in one hand emitted a faint smoke, which surrounded him with the early morning fog, and his eyes shot through the encirclement of the smoke to the cemetery not far away, to the densely packed tombstones.

Suddenly, the rotation of the colony satellite brought a breeze that blew the curtain of smoke that surrounded K59 like a cocoon, as if shaken by the breeze, and the flesh of Zeon's enhancer, which could not even pierce a needle, shook with the shaking of the fog tent. In the eyes of the K59, the scenery in front of them shook with the smoke that obscured them, as if they had been sucked in--- replaced by the gas smoke of missiles whistling in front of them。。。。。。

[He's fighting outside, you can't let me just stand by!! 】

[Damn, Xuehua, we have an order! 】

[Kotaro is already there! ] 】

【。。。。。。 We can't attack allies]

The corners of K59's hands and mouth twitched violently, and at the military funeral of his comrade-in-arms Kotaro, Kotaro's relatives who had been cooking food all his life tore his hair like crazy with his hands.

"Sir, according to your orders, I will now remind you 45 minutes in advance--- in 45 minutes you will leave to see Commander Aznab." A soft female voice came from the communicator behind K59, freeing him from his past visions.

"Thanks, I'll be ready." K59 glanced at the silent cemetery, then swept over the street that had been bustling with activity in the early morning, and his eyes froze from a confused drift in the next moment.

At the same time, on Earth, near the former capital of Asia's former Central Empire, on the outskirts of the federately built settlements, on a normal April day, a thin rain carried dust from the air and drifted to the earth. At this time, of course, there will be no more snow, but the winter brought by the Great War is far from over, and the truly warm spring is even more distant for the refugees gathered on the periphery of the newly built core of the Confederation.

In such "black rain" days, even the refugees will not expose themselves until there is a matter of life and death, and they would rather shrink themselves under cramped sheds or even rubble than move. As a result, even the most shady refugee shanty towns are much less noisy than usual. The filthy "streets" crumble under the rain, and the non-existent roads turn into streams of sewage until they solidify in another place, just like the formation of a continent inhabited by humans.

The wind was still cold, and in the midst of the cold rain, refugees could occasionally be seen protecting their bodies with scraps, with scraps hanging on their arms, calling for the buyers to exchange for some food, and the whole refugee shantytown became even more gloomy on such days.

It's just that the food distribution station set up in the shantytown where the hill of garbage and debris is piled up is relatively lively at the moment. As soon as the bell rang for the change of food, a group of men and women climbed to the top like mad dogs from the entrances, and they slammed bowls and basins made of MS shell shells with an earth-shattering roar. Running through the guarded door with a filthy drowning and howling, they all rushed to the window standing in one of the corners of the distribution station. In an instant, more than a dozen queues had been cleared out of those windows because of the guns of the Federation soldiers, and in each window, there were Federation soldiers busy distributing food to everyone.

Everyone's food is not for free--- the federal government has taken the people they need to live on by labor, and what is left behind has to be handed over to the resources they scavenge to eat, in the words of the refugees themselves, everyone is a vulture in shackles. The food that is divided is also divided into several categories, the first type of food is the food of the army, which not only can sustain a person for a long time but also has some taste; The second category is relief foods, which only taste good enough to be swallowed. As for the third type of food, it is only nutrient blocks, a colloidal body between snot and bricks that can sustain human survival in the most demanding quantitative labels.

Of course, this third type of food is also [cheap], it doesn't take much resources to get it, and if you're lucky, you can get it for free.

In each window, there are only a few piles of first-class food, and there are not many third-class foods, and only second-class foods are stacked in large piles, indicating that there are the most people who can change this kind of food that can barely eat and sustain life. The softness and hardness of the three foods were also joked about by the refugees, and even the first type of food that can be prepared with some liquid drinks is called "drinking porridge", the second type of food that is quite hard is called "gnawing bones", and the soft three types of food are jokingly called "eating meat".

Almost all of the vulture-like crowd surrounding these three types of food had traces of manual labor, and of course there were some who stood quite tall with traces of fighting rather than labor--- most of whom had changed their food under the resentful and numb gaze of others. Equally striking is another group of people who have no traces of labor, most of these people are [mutilated], because of the war or actively or passively lost a part of their body, they use the only remaining body parts to protect the few waste products or resources, and stand in the queue in fear, waiting to exchange for some second-class or even third-class food.

Driven by guns and hunger, soon all the people were replaced, and then there were only the Federation soldiers in the last window--- the three areas behind them were basically empty, except for a few nutrient cubes left in the large basin of three types of food. Of course, this is not what a few of them who eat military rations eat, so a few people also kick the basin without any scruples to vent their emotions, waiting for the late ones who may come---- yes, every time there are a few unlucky people who can't scramble.

"I don't even have the ability to exchange this little thing, so I'm dead."

With the complaint of a corporal of the Union Army, the rain suddenly fell heavily, and the distance became more and more blurred, and the whole shanty town was almost silent, except for the faint screams of people fighting, adding a nightmarish gloom to the hazy world.

At such a moment, a thin young man walked in the distance. With a scrap of metal in his arm, he staggered stiffly under the plush rain and mud. His whole body was wrapped under the military uniform and bandages of the Federation, and his exposed cheeks were covered with scars, and he couldn't even see his face.

He struggled to move his two skinny legs like hemp rods, and walked through the muddy water.

[Another crippled soldier, who came to get three kinds of food; Look at the wound on the face, tsk; Look at the Union uniform sewn with bandages; Look at the torn rubber shoes that you didn't even carry] The soldiers of the Federation sighed.

They watched him walk straight over, putting down the scrap metal that might be worthless, and a few Federation soldiers picked it up and walked straight away without looking back, leaving behind the few pieces of nutrition and the bag of military rations that he had eaten and the young man.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but quickly bent down to pick up the remaining nutrient block, then straightened up, and glanced at the military food scraps left by the previous Federation soldiers--- there seemed to be some residue in the small cup made of degraded materials, or it was rain. He looked at it, then turned his head to look, and when he saw that there was almost no one around, he quickly crouched down, and then quickly picked up the little cup like a thief, and poured the coffee mixed with the rain into his mouth.

The sound of the coffee residue dripping on his tongue was as loud in the young man's head as the explosion in his memory, and the blood poured up on his face, which was barely skin-colored, and took on a strange green glow. A large drop of rain hit his face, and he closed his eyes, two large tears slowly sliding down. He then cracked his mouth, licked the tears into his mouth, mixed the taste of coffee, and quickly ate a nutrient lump that tasted like a mixture of rusty dirt and snot.

Syllable! The young man, who was shaking his body violently like vomiting, but covered his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from vomiting, slapped his other hand heavily in the muddy water, and his whole body curled up and knelt there.

Syllable. K59 gently put down the knife in his hand, and then swallowed the last piece of premium beef in his mouth:

"I know it's weird to have people make steaks in the morning, but I think after today's meeting with the Commander-in-Chief, I should say goodbye to this kind of food for a long time."

"If you're worried about this beef supply, you don't have to worry, Shaozuo, the current trade gap in this area of the earth is up to us." The female assistant to Zeon, who was sitting across from K59, smiled.

"Now let's go." K59 sighed slightly after hearing this.

The two men walked downstairs and got into an electric car and began to race the streets of the colony satellite, skimming the bustling streets and past the adjacent shops.

"Everyone, they look very happy." He had been supporting his cheeks with his hands, and the strengthening person who looked outside suddenly burst out.

"The colonies have not been damaged by the war, the oppression of the Federation has disappeared for a long time, and it is the universe that is now fully in control, and both the inflow of goods and the inflow of news are quite exciting."

K59 nodded noncommittally, and then remained silent until he walked into Char, the red comet. Aznab's office later.

"It's coming, how's the recovery?" Char asked as he motioned for his subordinates to sit down.

"You can perform a mission." K59 replied with his head held high as he sat up straight.

"Oh, that's good," Char's eyes flashed with melancholy, then pursed her lips, and nodded as if she was satisfied with 59's firmness, "There's a mission for you to complete, and if you can carry out the mission, then it's the best, and I don't have to send a lot of troops to protect you." ”

"Commander-in-chief, what is the mission?"

"You," Char didn't answer directly, but began to ask rhetorically, "what do you think of [Noah's miracle]?" ”

K59's eyelids twitched, then he twisted his body as if he was sitting in an uncomfortable position, then crossed his hands together and rubbed his thumbs together for a moment before he spoke:

"The possibility is always there。。。。。。"

Hearing such an answer, the contradictory expression of satisfaction and melancholy on the red comet's face was maintained, and he nodded again as if to persuade himself:

"Your mission is to descend to Earth and retrieve Arrando. Bakina, bring him back。。。。。 And when it is not possible to bring him back peacefully, use force to bring him back. ”

"What?!" It was as if the heart had been struck by a sledgehammer, and the enhancer who was shocked by the violent impact jumped in shock.

"Our intel suggests that Barkina Dazo, your old captain survived after he fell to Earth, but disappeared when he regained his mobility and we found him, just before our searchers arrived. So we can only conclude that he is deliberately dodging。。。。。 ”

"This 。。。。。。。。"

"Now that the situation has stabilized, the Federation has reluctantly agreed to let us lower our personnel to search, and I think it is only fitting for you to lead the team."

“。。。。。。。。。 Yes, K59 commanded. ”

"Oh," Char turned his head in surprise when he heard the voice of the leader immediately coming from behind, "You understand that this is almost no different from an arrest warrant, so there is no resistance to arresting your former captain?" “

"As your first question suggests, Noah's miracles cannot be left unattended." K59 meets Char's gaze.

“。。。。。。。。 Very good, take Matsunaga Xuehua Shaozuo with you, go ahead, someone will give you the specific details. ”

"Commander-in-chief." K59 stood up and saluted Char and walked out.

"Finally, miracles are about to turn into productive force? . . ." After being alone in the room again, Char. Aznab thought about the future that awaited the young man who had been tried to be his successor after he was brought back, and couldn't help but sigh. After a long conversation, the red comet turned his gaze back to the projection of the Earth on the object he had been gazing at before K59 came---

On Earth, Arlando slowly let go of the hand that had been covering his mouth, and stood up straight on his knees. He looked up at the sky through the rain, and his throat made the intermittent gagging sound of stomach cramps, and finally the uh-uh voice turned into a roar:

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

After the roar finally dissipated between heaven and earth, Arlando slowly retracted his raised neck, and after staring at the shanty town below the "mountain" with eyes that radiated a substantial brilliance, he bent down again, put his hands in the muddy water, and then slammed himself to his feet.