"Urgent meeting, let's talk while walking."

As soon as the executive president moved his lips, he received a letter from Xu Xu, talking to the chief military adviser and was ready to set off.

Their dormitory is not far from the conference room, and they usually walk by, so there is still time.

"I can't stand the power to do whatever I want. When I was still studying, the chaos I saw upset me. People who asked people with power to come in everywhere, whether it was a military school or an ordinary university. Men, men, women, and women all pursue wealth and power. I understand their pursuit. I understand their pursuit, which is human nature.

But understanding does not mean that they can tolerate the state at that time - they do not understand others! They cannot see the crisis facing this world. They no longer care about the world, nor the society and country they live in, nor the people. They just indulge in the current state and the benefits given to them by this society."

"This is good, isn't it?"

"This is very good, indeed. For rulers, this is the best! Don't ask, don't care, just accept, just enjoy, just fight for power and profit. I'm afraid that a city will be destroyed, or some violent organs will appear, or even people from other places will be massacred, they will not realize all this. Anyway, that's all--"

The executive president's face was as dark as water.

"I have always been very concerned about the changes in the Middle East, and of course it is not out of sympathy. In my opinion, these people are also committed to their own deeds. But the indifference of the people around me makes me feel uncomfortable. So I asked a very kind mentor of mine. Do you know what he said to me?"

The cold night, millions of stars, blinking.

"What?"

The chief military adviser asked as he wanted.

"He told me about the will to power - just to benefit himself, to plunder, conquer and trample on dissidents with violence. He told me that life is not for survival, but should seek power, no longer preserve oneself, nor symbiosis...but to constantly strengthen its power, expand its existence, and surpass human beings, so that we can become the savior to guide humanity, and then we can embark on the path of evolution. People with power should be above the weak and freely dominate the weak. I really respect this old man, and he really appreciates me, so I said to me like this, but I can't stand it!"

The chief military adviser said with a smile.

"That professor is really strange...but haven't you also said something about transcending mortals?"

The door is already in front of you.

"The person who stares at the abyss, and the abyss returns to the abyss. The superman I hope for is a seeker who appears in a tolerant, gentle, and cooperative attitude, rather than a domineering person who enjoys conquest and domination. All domineering ultimately disappears in the rolling history. Only true creation will remain in ancient times. The generosity of the true righteous man's pursuit of ideals can be confused with the elegance of the power's self-reliance on violence and doing whatever he wants."

After saying that, he took a breath and found that his mood was too intense. He calmed down and cleaned up before continuing:

"And Raiser, I'm not saying that Raiser fits my image, and is actually far from it, and I don't know if my expectations are correct. But when I was invited and did see Raiser in different places under Mr. Raphael. So I'm willing to serve as soil for its growth. My strength is very small, but if it gathers together, it can also bring different changes to the world! I believe so."

They stopped talking, walked into the house, sat in their respective positions and took the figures of the attendees into their eyes.

“Mr. Quanta is not attending?”

asked the chief military adviser.

Tieria sat in the chief and said:

"Sorry, Mr. Quanta has rushed to the mission location this time, and implemented the report plan and registered B-3 urgently started. He will not participate in the discussion this time."

The Chief Military Chairman asked with great interest:

"Isn't the mission location of Zhuanda the capital of Azadistan?"

The eyes looked directly at Tieria's face, hoping to get more information.

Tieria's cold eyes swept across the audience and nodded, causing a whisper and terminal private messages.

He thought about it over and over again, but he just fooled the topic and started the meeting, and could not make up his mind to tell the fact-

How can he explain whether it is a quantum transition beyond the times or a single-person quantum transition?

In the palace of Azadistan, in the modified long nose body, he looked at the princess sitting on the ground through a vision that was particularly only present in his imagination. Behind him was the firepower gradually gathering. The guards who only held light armed forces knew they would lose their opponents and retreated far away, only surveillance, and contacted their superiors at the same time.

——It’s very painful. If you don’t use Gundam, will it be such a huge pressure?

Even thinking started to tie knots, a little drowsy.

The difference reminded him of two encounters with VEDA.

"But there is no doubt that I do...just Gundam."

Until Marina's shouting interrupted his thoughts.

"Are you Shina F. Qingying? Can I come in? As a hostage, I am also very valuable, right?"

She stood up, ran forward, and in the right direction, plucked up the courage to ask.

"Marina!"

"Princess!"

Her parents and Laza were exclaiming, but they did not dare to approach the war machine out of fear. The representative who was smashed under the stone was cursing powerlessly.

The modified long nose projection cannon was launched outwardly, interfering with enemy operations. This made her heart sink to the bottom.

But on the other side, the hatch door opened urgently towards her.

"Come in!"

Hearing this, she used all her strength and immediately crawled in.

The child asked directly:

"Then Marina Esmail, please tell me what happened to Azadistan."

Marina looked at the child wearing a helmet in front of her, leaned against the side, buckled the strap, and tried not to affect his operation, and then said:

"Okay. Or is everything in the conversation going to be recorded and its purpose cannot be guaranteed... right?"

That's what transportation said when you first meet on a rainy night.

The awkward child turned his head and pretended to observe the enemy's movements, making only a faint sound.

"Yes."

"I know."

She smiled.

Listen and control it in an instant.

The night is deep.

Whether it is Gundam, Omen, or Long Nose-
Chapter completed!