"Yes, a combat auxiliary system."
After speaking, Kennaff put the gun on the coffee table in front of him, crossed his legs and said, "So what's your answer? This is a highly confidential secret of the Atlantic Federation. I think you should know the consequences of refusal."
In fact, his words contained a bit of pretentiousness.
Alteon Company did report the development content and plans of the combat auxiliary system to the Atlantic Federation and the Eurasian Federation.
But neither side really bought it.
Because in the eyes of most of the Earth Alliance's top brass, this thing is too ethereal.
With the help of the combat auxiliary system, can the combat capabilities of the Earth United MS pilots catch up with the adjusters?
Can't?
You can't just talk nonsense.
And to take a step back, even if this system can really achieve this level, how long will it take to develop? What are the usage restrictions?
Is it suitable for most MS drivers?
Therefore, in their opinion, this system is far less time-consuming and labor-intensive than battleship cannons.
Isn’t there a saying: Caliber is justice, and truth is always within the range of a cannon!
However, although the Earth United Nations is not optimistic about the prospects of combat auxiliary systems, the Earth United Nations still gives them the face they deserve.
After all, Actaeon has a good relationship with the Atlantic Federation. Not long ago, the Atlantic Federation commissioned Actaeon to develop a new machine body based on the data of five 'G's.
And... he is one of the chief MS designers of Actaion Company.
Therefore, in order to ensure the smooth development of the body.
In addition, a few high-level officials in the Atlantic Federation are somewhat interested in the prospects of the system he talks about.
The Atlantic Federation insisted on giving it a try, and after careful consideration, reluctantly agreed.
This is also the reason why Kennaf can board the Atlantic Federation warship.
It's just that this experiment was not taken too seriously by the United Earth. After all, it was too unrealistic for ordinary natural people to be able to compete with the Adjusters in combat power.
"Oh, have you forgotten my identity-"
Noel couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. What he said seemed to be a threat, but in fact it was nonsense.
If this was really a secret of the Atlantic Federation, would they let themselves in ZAFT's white clothes test drive it?
If Actaeon really gets the support of the Atlantic Federation, will they lack an ace pilot?
As for the death threats.
Plant and the Earth United are still in the negotiation period, and any unfavorable move will damage the interests of the entire Earth United.
The United Earth is not just the Atlantic Federation.
If the interests of other coalition forces are harmed, let alone the Atlantic Federation, even the Eurasian Federation cannot bear it.
Therefore, for such a thankless task as killing oneself, the Earth United would only do it out of fear of losing their minds.
"Identity? This kind of thing is just that the interests are not in place."
As Kennaff spoke, he took out two more candies.
This time he did not wait for Noel's reaction or answer, but directly threw one of them to Noel and said: "Because we have cooperated so harmoniously in the past, please have a candy, lest others say that I don't know how to treat guests." way."
Noel took the candy and stretched out his hand to open the candy with twinkling eyes.
Grinning, Noel threw the candy into his mouth and said with a smile: "The way you treat guests is to aim a gun at me?"
"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. I'm not aiming to shoot at you. Besides, I'm treating you to some sweets." Kennaff retorted with a smile.
"hehe--"
Noel sneered, shook the candy paper in his hand, and said with a smile: "Sent me away with just one candy? Why don't I remember that I have become so cheap?"
"Um?"
After hearing this, Kennaff suddenly sat up straight and said with a smile: "So how much do you think you are worth? But let me make it clear first, it is not good to be too greedy."
Hearing this, Noel rubbed the candy wrapper in his hand and walked slowly to where he was before and sat down.
Then, under Kennaff's gaze, Noel stuffed the candy wrapper into his pocket, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers at Kennaff.
Seeing this, Kennaf subconsciously leaned over.
"you--"
Hey, click!
In the flash of lightning, a white arm suddenly swept across the table.
"Tsk——"
Kennaff retracted the wrist he just extended, looked at the pistol snatched away by Noel and couldn't help sighing with emotion: "As expected of an ace driver, his reaction speed is indeed fast enough." Gu Wei
Da da da--
Just as Noel was about to say something, there were sudden footsteps outside the door.
"Is this how you treat guests?"
Noel turned his head and looked at Kennaff.
"Well, you know, my life is relatively valuable, and there are still a lot of people who don't want me to die."
Kennaff looked a little helpless as he talked about it.
Noel couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he heard this. Sure enough, Kennaff didn't seem to come here voluntarily.
歘——
Kaka——
The door opened, and four soldiers with firearms aimed their guns at Noel.
"If I put a gun to your head, is it possible to get out of here?"
Noel looked at the submachine gun in the opponent's hand, and then at the pistol without bullets in his own hand, with a helpless expression.
I don’t scare anyone when I use MS, but when I play with a pistol——
Looks like I need to take some time to practice.
"How about you give it a try?" Kennav smiled.
Snapped--
Noel threw the pistol on the table and said, "Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
People have to bow their heads under the eaves. Everyone is like this, except those who are not afraid of death.
It's a pity that he and Kennaff are two guys who are afraid of death and cherish their lives.
"It would be great if it were like this earlier."
Kennaff smiled, stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "Let's go, you really scared me to death just now."
Watching Kennav's leaving figure, Noel silently squeezed the candy wrapper in his hand and followed him.
Soon, with the help of Kennaf and a group of Atlantic Federation soldiers, Noel arrived at the mobile suitcase inside the battleship.
"Is that the experimental machine you're talking about?"
After Noel walked in, he immediately saw one of the MSs that was completely different from the rest of the aircraft - the GAT-01d Long Sword.
The reason why this MS is different from other MSs is because the OS operating system of this MS is more suitable for adjusters.
Also because the head of this machine is completely different from other machines, it is as eye-catching as gold in a pile of garbage.
At this time, a group of researchers wearing white coats were preparing and debugging the gat-01d sword.
"How's it going? Can you drive it?"
Kennaff couldn't help but laugh.
"What do you think?" Noel asked.
Although I don’t know what’s special about this machine, as long as it’s a mobile phone, there’s nothing I can’t open.
"It all depends on you. Don't let me down."
After speaking, Kennaff smiled and patted Noel's shoulder, then walked towards the gat-01d sword.
"Disappointed... Tsk, what a restless guy."
Thinking back on the message he just received, Noel couldn't help but shake his head.
I really don’t know what the Atlantic Federation is thinking. They actually let this guy take charge of such an important matter without fear of being tricked to death.
About five minutes later.
Under the introduction of the researcher, Noel roughly understood this control system.
And with the help of researchers, he put on a special MS helmet.
A helmet with various circuits connected to it. If it weren't for the soldiers pointing guns at it, Noel would never want to wear this helmet in his life. It was weird, and it was green.
"Are you sure this helmet won't kill me?"
Noel felt the feeling coming from inside the helmet and couldn't help but ask Kennav who was standing outside the cockpit.
This helmet feels a little weird when worn.
Especially around the temple, it feels like there are countless contact points beating.
"Well, it all depends on your own ability."
Kennaff stood on the lifting platform outside the cockpit and smiled unscrupulously.
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