Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

Inside the research institute—

The strange smell of the potion irritated the tip of Noel's nose, familiar passers-by in white coats.

"Da da da--"

Outside the door, crisp footsteps sounded from far to near.

"Di Di—"

"Re-"

The door opened, and a man in a researcher's uniform walked in with a small box.

"Hello, Mr. Noel, because of the improvement of the medicine, this time I can only give you the medicine for the next three days. You can come and pick up the other three days later."

The man looked indifferent and put the medicine box on the table next to Noel with a calm expression.

"It's you?" Nuoer, who was just about to reach out his hand, couldn't help but be slightly taken aback when he saw the familiar face in front of him.

Although I don't know his name, this person is the first person I see with my eyes in 'this life'.

"Mr. Noel remembers me?"

The man had a surprised look on his face, obviously he knew Noel.

"You're not Junius...how did you appear in the research institute?"

Noel looked at the man in surprise. The man in front of him was actually the man who appeared in the Junius No. 7 hospital.

Unexpectedly, I can meet Junius 7 people here.

And he's not a doctor, why did he suddenly change career and become a researcher?

The expression on the man's face froze when he heard this, and Noel, who had been watching the man, couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

He could clearly see the killing intent and hatred in the eyes of the other party.

It was a look that was colder than Winter, even Nuoer, who was used to seeing warriors' eyes, couldn't help but look sideways.

However, after recalling the identity of the other party, Nuoer understood, and there was a trace of apology on his face: "I'm sorry."

"No, Mr. Noel, you don't need to say sorry to me."

The man's expression softened a little when he heard the words. Looking at Nuoer's tender face, he seemed to recall something. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "It's all the fault of those people on Earth. As a victim of the tragedy, you don't need to apologize to anyone!"

"On the contrary, I should thank you who have been fighting on the frontline for protecting us!"

Noel fell into silence when he heard the words. He didn't know what to say for a while. Maybe this is the mental idea that a person should have.

"Di Di—"

"Ree~"

The door opened again, breaking the gradually solidified atmosphere in the room.

"Pique, you helped me send the information... Noel... Cassia!?"

An older middle-aged man came out of the door. When he saw Nuoer sitting there, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his face showed a trace of consternation and disbelief.

"You know me?" Nuoer frowned slightly, this tone...isn't right.

"You...you joined the army!?"

Dr. Haka looked up and down at Noel's clothes, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"Well, yes." Although Noel was puzzled, he answered honestly.

"How...how is this possible!?" Dr. Haka stood there with dull eyes upon hearing this.

"Dr. Haka?"

"You, are you alright?"

Pique and Noel looked at the crumbling Dr. Haka with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"I, I'm fine, I'm fine..."

Dr. Haka's eyes were full of doubts and confusion, and he turned around and left the room in despair.

Seeing that Noel was astonished.

"Dr. Haka is this?" Noel pointed to the slowly closing door, and couldn't help asking Pique.

"This..." Pique was also stunned.

Because he just came here to work, and the details are not clear.

"And let everyone see this kind of thing, do you want to force your motion to pass?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Patrick Sara looked away from the MS battle screen and looked in the direction of the door.

"I'm just giving the correct information."

Looking at his best friend standing at the door, Patrick Sara replied with the same expression.

"Correct!? You said that the situation after your screening can be called correct?" Klein's response was extremely sharp.

During this time, Patrick has been doing his best to create a sense of crisis among citizens and councillors so that things can be directed in the direction he wants.

Speaking of which, it may not be necessary, because from the beginning of the "Bloody Valentine's Day" to the present.

The entire public opinion has rapidly shifted to the side of the main battle.

"If there is no accident, your motion will also be passed today, and public opinion will also favor you..."

Klein's language is bitter.

Terror begets terror, hatred calls for hatred.

At first it was just an insignificant pebble, but when it rolled down the hill, it turned into a terrifying snowball, swept over everything, devoured everything, and accelerated forward...

However, facing this completely predictable situation, Klein could only watch helplessly.

Patrick was a little surprised by the tone of his old friend, but in addition to the surprise, he also replied with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Don't forget Siegel, we are just public servants, I just follow the will of the people and move forward."

"The expansion of the war will only increase more hatred. How far do you want to get things done before you stop!"

Siegel Klein's tone was a little excited.

The three new MSs developed in the hangar, Cruze's recent actions, overwhelming public opinion, and the strange intelligence of the Earth Alliance...

Everything points to the endless abyss!

Every time he thought of the end of all this, Siegel Klein would wake up in the middle of the night.

However, in the face of all this, as the speaker, he was powerless to stop...

Different from Siegel's excitement, Patrick's strong expression did not change at all, saying: "In order to prevent the war from expanding, I will strive to end the war as soon as possible - besides, what's the point of war if you can't win? "

"If you continue like this, how far will it end! Are both the enemy and us completely wiped out!?"

"Our adjusters are already a new race, and there is no need to be in the company of natural persons."

"We are already facing a bottleneck, where is the new race? Even with the promulgation of marriage control, the birth rate of the third generation continues to decline!"

"Don't worry, all this will change in the near future! I have found the key, just gather us..."

"Patrick! Life is born naturally, not created!" Siegel knew what the key Sarah was talking about~www.NovelMTL.com~ but that thing was too ethereal, and after studying it for so long there was almost nothing grow.

Can't be used as a bargaining chip at all.

"What is this, it's like a 'Lan Persian' argument! Those concepts and values ​​are outdated!" Senator Sarah was somewhat dissatisfied with the attitude and rhetoric of his old friend.

Seeing Sarah whose attitude never changed in the slightest, Siegel Klein felt a sense of frustration from the bottom of his heart, and he was powerless to stop this person...

"Chairman Sarah, the time is up, please come into the meeting room."

There was a sound from the walkie-talkie on the wall, and Patrick turned his back to Klein.

"This is the opinion of the group, Your Excellency Speaker Klein."

The curtains of the room were closed, and the groan of pain mixed with the smell of sweat filled the dim space.

On the messy bed, a figure was tossing and turning in pain.

The golden tousled hair was scattered outside the quilt, and the person in the quilt was hunched and panting in pain.

The hand holding the sheet tightly trembled uncontrollably, struggling to explore desperately at the head of the bed.

"Clap-crash-"

Severely painful spasms struck, and the man couldn't help but swept the things beside the bed to the ground.

Between the mini-computer, the text, and the medicine bottle that fell to the ground, there was also a strange silver mask.

The man endured the pain and stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine bottle, but his body, which had collapsed from the pain, accidentally fell onto the bed.

There are only a few basic furniture in the empty room, besides the rapid panting and the groaning like a trapped beast.

The man finally grabbed the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap with trembling hands like an old man, and stuffed the medicine into his mouth indiscriminately.

After a while, his moaning ceased to be rapid, as if the pain gradually subsided—