After the turbocharging, the 407-kilogram Dover shell roared out of the chamber of the gun, and at the moment of firing, Ravel. Garros couldn't tell if it was the vibration of the cannon or if it was because his heart was beating a little------ he only felt the world in his eyes tremble.

In the flutter of the hunter's pupils, the memory of Lovell, who received the nickname "Shark" when he was a trainee, goes back 30 days:

Date: 30 days after the United Earth Federation Army launched its offensive against Orb

Time: 0600 hours in standard time on board

Location: Under the Antarctic ice, under the Antarctic ice, the Commander's Secretariat, the Giant Underwater Carrier "Cradle", which belongs to OZ, has access 6A-31.

Tellez. Kevinada walked steadily towards the door of his room, next to a young male officer with white-blond hair similar to his own, standing behind Telez after giving a military salute, and Telles stopped his steps.

The young officer stretched out his hand, untied Tres's cloak, and then hung it on the hanger in silence, and then walked back to his seat and sat down in even more silence.

"Shark, come in with me." Seeing that the young officer's face was as calm as stagnant water, Telles smiled and beckoned.

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the young officer, known as the shark, but it quickly disappeared, and he stood up in silence and followed Commander OZ into the office.

A hint of tea got into the nose of the "shark", and the young officer finally smiled, and he smiled at the guy with the same expression on his face as before.

In front of Tellez's desk, an equally young, but red-haired ensign was preparing Russian tea.

"Akula, put down the Russian tea and sit down," Telles walked straight to his seat and sat down, waving his hand to the second lieutenant making the tea, "you hear me clearly, sit down." ”

The two young lieutenants walked over to the two positions that should be reserved for officers at the rank of chief of staff and sat down, their faces still calm.

"Camp 71, Camp 131, there were two pilots with the same nickname," Tellez's gaze swept over the two young officers, "Akula, one is because of the excellent attack instinct and the specially approved shark head crest, which is talking about you ----- Motg. Second Lieutenant Sparta. ”

The red-haired ensign nodded.

"The other, who didn't do well but earned the nickname Shark because of his seemingly never-ending passion for training, and of course, it's you, Lovell. Second Lieutenant Garros," Telles paused as he spoke, "I feel lucky that such a talented person is in OZ's training camp, so I transferred you straight away, and I think you must be depressed for so many days, aren't you?" ”

The two of them were still silent, but there was already a hint of fluctuation on their faces.

"You have been summoned here for a purpose, and I will inform you of that purpose today, but before I do that, I have a few questions, first, what are the advantages of the new humans, the adjusters, and the changemakers for you?" Telles held out three fingers.

The red-haired Mottg was visibly stunned, while Raffle shrugged his shoulders.

Telles smiled happily:

"That's a good answer, I'm glad that the two of you still maintain the same state of mind as they were at the beginning, indeed, as far as the driver is concerned, it is indeed difficult for the reaction of a pure natural person and his adaptability to the body to catch up with them, however, among those superhuman pilots, there are also levels," Telles slowly retracted his two fingers, "There are those who simply seek strength, and those who are for honor, these are two kinds, as for the third one... ”

"It can change the tide of the war." Moteg replied with Lovell.

"That's right, this kind of superhuman pilot is the one that gives me the most headache, so I made some preparations." Telles pressed a few times on the table, and the room immediately went dark, and the light of the stereoscopic projection reflected the faces of the three of them a little green.

"First of all, the so-called simulation training that you are doing as a clerical job is a training with the Zero system that gradually increases the flow of information。。。。。。。。

Mottg and Lovell's eyes widened.

"The potential of the human brain is huge, and even without surgery and drugs, as long as it is properly controlled, it will produce semi-natural accelerated evolution," said Tellez's hand as he swiped over the stereoscopic projection, and the image changed, "We have been hiding the properties of Gouda Nimes in the past, to be precise, only a small amount of Gundam Nimes alloy mixed into ordinary strong steel to pass off as Gundam Nimes, but now, there is a batch of MS that is almost entirely cast from Gundam Nimes for major components. ”

The eyes of the two lieutenants widened.

"In addition to this, in the simulated high-gravity laboratory in the strata beneath our feet, a portion of the molecularly structured Gundam Nimes alloy is being forged into an unprecedented weapon...

"If you can't react faster than the other side, then let the shells fly faster." Mottge took the conversation.

"That's right, it's just that the speed of this shell will scare a lot of people, not only the speed, but also its warhead, and now the only drawback is...

"The preparation time for launch is too long for continuous firing." This time it was Raffle who picked up.

"Lovell. Second Lieutenant Garros, you're right, but I want you to be quiet. Telles glared at Lovell.

Motg looked slightly sideways at Lovell, his face flashing with puzzlement, but Lovell was calm.

"Soon, there will be a war, in this local war, there will definitely be three drivers that I said before that give me a headache, and maybe a few more of them," Teles turned off the stereo projection, "I need a few killers, that's why you're here, I hope your mentality has been adjusted, as for the body, I'm not worried, your treatment is actually better than mine." ”

"Yes, Commander." The two stood up and saluted.

"You have less than 30 days to take the plane that sent me here."

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Die! This is the moment when the cannon is ejected, Moteg. Esparta and Raffl. Garros thought silently in his heart.

In that same moment of less than a second, Guo Zhouyi's left thumb moved down quickly, and at the same time, he pressed a button on the Arm-Layer, and when it was preset, the button was set by him to "blast and cut away from the back thruster".

This otherwise protective maneuver had a different effect in the gravitational environment of the atmosphere, and the huge MS was pushed forward by the explosion.

The must-kill blow from the Dover cannon also hit the thunder at this time.

The high speed allowed the warhead to penetrate and shatter Thunder's head before it could be detonated, but it was not possible to penetrate the lines that should have been directly penetrating the cockpit and power furnace.

Thunder lost his head, left arm, left shoulder, and entire upper body as if he had been bitten by a shark, and fell to the ground weakly.

K59 was stunned.

"Mottg !!" Raffle shouted loudly, his meaning was clear, the attack had failed, and his teammates should hurry up and make up for it.

In Moteg. When Sparta was about to turn around and attack, a particle beam shot from afar.

"Sure enough, it's you。。。。。。 Alarm... Guo Zhouyi reluctantly muttered to himself in severe pain.

"。。。。。。。。。。。 this?" Inside the battleship of the Federation Army, the White Legend of the Federation turned his head violently to look at him and could not see the other side