I, Hikaru Uchiha, join the chat group

Half a minute later.

Uchiha Guang controlled the mecha and broke out of the water from under the river. Then, holding Samson in one hand and Ye Sheng and Shude Aki in the other, he stopped above the "Moniah".

on the deck.

Professor Mans subconsciously raised his sniper rifle, aimed the muzzle at "Strike Freedom" for a second, and then silently put his hand down.

no way.

If he was facing a dragon, he would know where to shoot to cause more damage. However, facing a tin can made entirely of metal, even if the enemy was malicious, would a sniper rifle... be effective?

"you……"

"Two for you, two for me. That's all right?"

Uchiha Hikaru's voice came faintly from the opposite side through the rain.

Because of the layer of mecha between them and the interference of the rain, her voice sounded a little distorted.

But some information can still be roughly heard -

“…Girls?!”

"No, it's still unclear whether she is a human or a dragon, but this voice...if she is not disguised, then she is actually a female?"

Professor Mans was so shocked that he forgot to think about what "two for two" meant for a moment.

At this time, Uchiha Hikaru flew forward a little further and stood in mid-air above the deck of the "Moniach". Then, under the nervous gaze of Selma and the first mate, he loosened his right hand and let Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki down.

These two were the ones she had just fished out from the bottom of the water.

Because the oxygen they were carrying had been almost exhausted, they were now in a state of confusion, confused about what had happened to them. Bloodstains and scratches of varying sizes could be seen on their bodies. However, the strong heartbeats proved that they were still alive.

Mance looked at Uchiha Guang hesitantly, then called on the third mate to come out and rescue people.

After watching his two beloved students being sent to the cabin, he turned around and cast his gaze towards the other hand of Strike Freedom: "That dragon..."

"It's my trophy, is there a problem?"

Uchiha Hikaru spoke again.

This time, because the distance was so close, her voice seemed clearer, but still cold and stern.

"Forehead……"

Mance was speechless for a moment.

midair.

Uchiha Hikaru glanced at Mance, then said calmly: "There is a dragon's body underwater. If you move quickly, you may be able to salvage it. As for this jar... it is a reward, a reward for changing your predetermined fate of death."

"No need to thank me, I'm just a Gundam pilot who happened to be passing by."

Finish this sentence.

Uchiha Hikaru controlled the "Strike Freedom" and turned and left in the direction he came from.

The iron body wrapped in ten wings disappeared in the rainstorm in the blink of an eye.

Until this time.

Mance came to his senses and ordered Selma to send a second group of divers to collect Samson's blood and remaining tissue samples scattered in the nearby waters. At the same time, he turned back to the cockpit, called Principal Angers, and began to report on the progress and results of the operation.

……

Later in the day.

President Angers personally connected to the executive department and announced the failure of the "Kuimen Plan" to the students and professors present.

Professor Schneider and others felt a little disappointed.

After all, the Executive Department spent a lot of time, energy, and money on this plan, and even risked exposing the existence of dragons to the world - after all, the operation was at the Three Gorges Dam. If they could get a dragon king, even a living or dead third-generation dragon, then all the efforts would be worth it.

But now...

The Dragon King Bone Bottle that was already in hand was actually snatched away by a Gundam?

What's this?

If it weren't for the photos and video materials sent back by the "Moniah", Schneider would have thought it was an April Fool's joke. The only thing to be thankful for was that there were no casualties in this operation. Even the injured Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki were out of danger after emergency treatment, but they still needed to stay in bed for a while to fully recover.

Compared to the frustration of the executive department.

However, two groups of people were very excited.

One of them is the boys from Kassel College——

Gundam!

That's a Gundam!!

Which boy in his twenties, full of vigor and vitality, has never dreamed of driving a mecha into the sky and into the earth?

And if this mecha with a mighty and domineering appearance could also make the soft and cute voice of a young girl... that would be a sure win!

In just half a day, many students had already thought about taking a leave to go to China to see the mecha with their own eyes. Topics such as "Female version of Strike Freedom" and "Gundam Dragon Slayer" became hot topics on the Kassel campus forum, with the discussion rate remaining high.

As for the other group who are excited about this...

It is the equipment department of the academy, a gathering place for scientific lunatics that Angers called a "mental hospital."

"...I knew that these mechas could be manufactured in reality! Someone actually built them before us. This is a common shame for all the researchers in our equipment department!"

The one who spoke was Director Akadula: "I propose that from now on, we draft the 'Fourth Generation Mecha Manufacturing Plan' to build a mecha that belongs to our master control!"

"But, 'Strike Freedom' has already appeared. If we make a mecha based on it, it will be considered plagiarism, right?"

The person who spoke this time was Deputy Director Karl.

"It doesn't matter, we can make the 'Original Gundam'! If even the 'Original Gundam' is made by that mysterious man, we still have 'Unit-01' and 'Optimus Prime' to choose from!"

Akadullah is full of confidence.

His passion even infected the entire research institute, making many people eager to try.

But at this moment.

A discordant voice suddenly sounded:

"...I think we may not be able to make such a mecha."

"?"

Inside the institute.

Everyone glared at the person who poured cold water on them.

The latter held up the photo he had just printed out, pointed at it with his finger, and explained, "These micro missiles are fine. It seems that their power is not much greater than those we made, but this 'beam saber'... It's really hard to imagine its composition principle. It can't be a highly focused plasma, right?

"That kind of technology...is still only in theory, right?"