The Osiris left New York City and entered the boundaries of New Jersey, the "Garden State." Because HER's invasion of North America was carried out from west to east, New Jersey was also torn apart by the war, with ruined city wreckage, abandoned vehicles, and uninhabited towns.

Sima Qian got up early in the morning to make a cup of coffee, intending to sort through the footage she had taken yesterday in the ruins of New York City, but as soon as she sat down at her table, she heard a knock on her door.

"Ahem, is Sister Sima here? I'm Sergeant Anton. ”

Sergeant Anton? Why did he come to him early in the morning? Sima Qian muttered. Since she got aboard the Osiris, she and Sergeant Anton have not gotten along well. He always monitors and interferes in his interviews, and he doesn't fight back.

Although she felt a little strange, Sima Qian still opened the door for Anton. Unlike usual, Anton did not have a stinky face, but made a gesture of asking for something but slightly embarrassed.

"Hahaha, good morning Sister Sima."

Anton's brainless greeting made Sima Qian more vigilant, and she thought to herself: There must be no good thing!

So Sima Qian did not politely return the salute, but stuck her hands in front of her chest, leaned against the door frame, and stared at Anton with suspicious eyes. Anton was really looked at, and he asked hesitantly: "Eh, that... Do you have any interviews scheduled for today? ”

"No Sakura," Sima Qian replied coldly. ”

"Aha, that's right, how about I arrange an interview subject for you?"

"No, I'm going to have to deal with the material today." Sima Qian turned around to close the door, but Anton held on to the automatic door and requested: "It's a very valuable object for interviews!" The pilot of the No. 3 machine of the Ten Swords, who is the same age as Lin Ao, has controlled New York alone for a period of time, which is very interesting to interview, right? Uh-huh? ”

"Oh? Was it the teenager who helped me carry my things last night? Sima Qian was interested.

Anton couldn't help nodding: "Well, it's him, I took a lot of effort to convince him to accept your interview!" ”

Sima Qian glanced at Anton suspiciously, but didn't ask anything more, and put the interview bag on her back. Contacted photographer Herodotus and assistant Thucydides and followed Anton to the restaurant.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, Sima Qian saw Edward in a suit, sitting and waiting for him with a smile on his face. Edward is a bad man, and wearing a clean and neat suit is inherently inconsistent. What's even more inconsistent is that this suit is obviously not his! Edward is less than 170cm tall, but he wears few suits for those who are between 180~190cm tall. This makes Edward look like a teenager stealing his father's clothes, pretending to be mature.

Although Sima Qian wanted to complain about what he was wearing, as a reporter, she still resisted the desire to complain in line with her professionalism and sat in front of Edward and started the interview.

"Hello, I'm Sima Qian, a reporter from Global News Network, what do you call me?"

"Edward. Tyras, just call me Ed! ”

"Mr. Ed. I heard that you were a former soldier in the North American Rescue League (NARL), can you tell us about your experience at NARL? ”

Edward began to talk eloquently: "I grew up in New York, I went to school in Philadelphia when HER invaded North America, and when I heard the news that New York was being devastated by HER, I volunteered to join the Sons of Liberty guerrillas in Philadelphia. Later, the Sons of Liberty joined NARL, and so did I. ”

"Do you have any relatives in New York? Are they okay now? ”

"No, I was raised as an orphan by the church."

When Edward arrived in New York, his fists clenched. After a while, he continued to talk about many heroic stories of his resistance to the HER invaders when he was in the guerrillas, and the plot was very exaggerated and the content was very bizarre. For example, he once climbed over a swamp to contain a camp by himself, once carried a platoon of wounded comrades back from the front line on a battlefield riddled with bullets, and even smashed down the plane with a grenade, who knows how much is true.

Seeing that he was more and more convinced, Sima Qian immediately pulled him back: "Aha, I have a general understanding of your experience when you were in the guerrillas, how can you be selected as the pilot of the No. 3 machine of the Ten Swords?" ”

Edward: "At that time, NARL's boss called all the soldiers in their 20s and under 20 together and told us to choose a pilot ourselves. ”

"Huh? Generally speaking, shouldn't it be recommended by experienced people and then reviewed? ”

"That's why I'm leaving NARL, because they're a mixed bag. Professional soldiers have been transferred to the East Coast to protect the higher-ups, and the front lines are full of mercenaries and citizens who have volunteered to join the army. The top brass doesn't care about them, and the troops on the front line are fighting their own battles, and there is little internal management. ”

"Uh... So how did you convince others to choose you as the pilot of the No. 3 machine? ”

Edward laughed: "Hahahaha? At that time, many people wanted to be drivers, after all, it was very fashionable to be able to drive a humanoid weapon! Everyone argued, and there was a big fight, and in the end I was the only one standing, so I was the driver of the No. 3 machine. ”

"Uh-huh???"

Sima Qian was shocked by this answer, and she then asked, "That... Then why did you leave the NRAL later, you took the No. 3 machine and they won't hate you? ”

To Sima Qian's surprise, Edward did not answer her question, but coldly held Sima Qian's hand. Sima Qian was startled and wanted to retract her hand, but her hand was already held by Edward.

"Want to know more about me? Don't worry, Sister Sima Qian, please interview me again tomorrow! ”

Edward let go of his hand, saluted, and left in a large suit that didn't fit. Sima Qian opened her mouth wide and froze in place, until she was pushed by Herodotus, she stood up, and walked murderously towards Sergeant Anton, who was hiding behind the wall and peeking.

"Anton. Gagarin! What the hell is going on? You give me a law!! ”

Sima Qian was still holding the interview pen in her hand, and with a wave of her hand almost stabbed Anton, Anton stopped her hand and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry! This son has taken a fancy to you, and as long as I create an opportunity for him to get along with you, he is willing to stay on the ship, the Osiris is very short of combat power now! ”

"North!? So you betrayed me?! And Ming still has?? ”

Anton voiced: "More than Ming..."

When Sima Qian heard this, she became angry, and wanted to stab Anton with a pen again, but Anton dodged: "I'm sorry!" As long as you interview that son a few times, I will never interfere with your interview again, okay? Please! ”

The photographer and assistant came over to stop Sima Qian and comforted: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, even if that is not reliable, it is still worth interviewing, isn't it?" Aren't you the best at debunking the guise of a liar? ”

Sima Qian adjusted her breathing, calmed down a little, walked up to Anton and pointed at him: "Hmph... Get up, I haven't interviewed you yet, Sergeant Anton? When I'm done interviewing Edward, see how I'll clean you up! ”

Anton was about to laugh, but he heard the radio inside the ship calling him: "There is an exchange of fire on the ground and mountains, Sergeant Anton, please go to the bridge quickly!" ”