The lover that gravity makes is wrong

For Neon's chief of defense today, it is comparable to the return of the Pearl Nightmare for decades.

Just a few hours ago, they were showing off their achievements over the years to the world in front of the national media——

The 3000 billion yen light aircraft carrier "Tenjo" and the sister ship "Golden Harvest" that have been continuously built since then.

Possessing this combat power is equivalent to regaining the stepping stone to challenge the world's naval power.

They even called the "Tian Shang" the "unsinkable aircraft carrier" of Neon, which is enough to see the far-reaching plot.

——Then an hour later, as the first heavy fighter F67B took off, their great ambitions again, with a 'click' sound, the cracks were cracked.

"What's going on! What do you mean you can't contact F67B!"

Outside the camera, the Chief of Defense questioned loudly with a livid face.

Even though the media has not yet reacted, those who know the inside story can see at a glance that the first fighter jet to take off did not follow the instructions to fly, but turned its nose and disappeared in front of them!

A liaison officer put down his earphones, and his voice trembled when he reported: "Sir, F67B was found, it..."

"where is it!"

"Coordinates 35°69' north latitude, 139°69' east longitude..."

The liaison officer swallowed, and said in a serious tone, "Radar shows that F67B is over Tokyo, and it opened fire."

"open--?!"

The Chief of Defense's eyes darkened.

That's Tokyo! 1200 million people!

Once casualties are caused, not to mention the loss of human life, his political career will also be in vain!

In the end what happened? !

Spy from another country, or terrorist attack?Or hijack?

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed in the head of the defense chief like lightning, and as he thought about it, a ruthless intention flashed in his trembling pupils,

"Start the main control program, and immediately recall F67B at all costs. We must not let others find out!"

With no other choice, he would rather lose a combat pilot!

"and also--"

The Chief of Defense paused for a second, clenched his teeth in struggle, and squeezed out an order through the teeth,

"Immediately—stop the aircraft carrier's take-off and landing training, and ask the external relations officer to find a way to stop the live broadcast of the media..."

When he said this, the Chief of Defense felt that his heart was bleeding.

Without even thinking about it, he could already see a future in which he was attacked by his political opponents as he was jokingly dubbed the 'Neon Scandal'.

But when this order really blurted out, he calmed down instead, and his brain began to turn coldly, thinking about the possibility of concealing or finding a scapegoat.

Soon, however, the Chief of Defense discovered an abnormality again.

—nobody moved.

Even the most basic answer sound disappeared.

The aircraft carrier was eerily quiet.

"Didn't you hear the order, what are you still doing..."

The Chief of Defense frowned, looked up at the surrounding navy, and when he saw their expressions clearly, his heart thumped, and great anxiety surged.

All the soldiers in the main cabin didn't speak, just looked at him blankly.

A sinister atmosphere suddenly descended, opening a corner in front of the Chief of Defense.

"You, you..." The chief of defense subconsciously took half a step back.

"What nonsense are you talking about, sir."

In the invisible silence, the leading general in navy uniform looked at the panic-stricken chief of defense.

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were abnormally cold, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

He stood up, and during his actions, the symbol badge on his right arm flashed a cold light under the light,

"The next step is the real highlight."

"—Do it!"

As if confirming the growing uneasiness in the Chief of Defense's heart,

The moment the general's voice fell to the ground, the guards around him were restrained by the soldiers who stretched out their hands, covered their mouths, and wiped their necks neatly.

Blood spurted out from the broken throat, covering the guard's face.

During the daze, he heard the sonic boom of fighter jets taking off on the flight deck above his head.

A few inconspicuous gunshots were mixed in, except for the cameraman, the rest of the reporters were shot to death.

The body fell at the cameraman's feet, and pools of blood stained the deck.

The live reporter kept his eyes open.

The horror and doubt left in the eyes were transmitted unreservedly to everyone's eyes behind the screen through the live broadcast camera.

All over the country, in front of the TV screens, the citizens who were talking loudly or yawning in boredom stopped moving at this moment.

They turned their heads to look at the screen in a daze.

The young child was so frightened by the reporter's hideous death that he cried loudly, but this time, no one had time to comfort him.

Everyone stared at the screen, unable to say a word.

【"Shhhhhhh, if you don't want to eat bullets, hold the camera still."】

A husky male voice came from outside the lowered camera.

The black military boots stepped on the blood on the deck, and the camera was firmly grabbed, revealing a smiling face that was magnified several times.

【"Ah, audiences all over the country, I send my greetings to you."】

【"Only half an hour ago, we just sadly learned that our leader died, but it doesn't matter, his death will not be the end."】

In front of the camera, the man in military uniform straightened his sleeves, and under the watchful eyes of 300 million viewers across the country, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

【"—A huge steel angel descends from the sky, blood and gunpowder smoke awaken power... Do you like aircraft carriers? Don't worry, you will soon feel its power on the ground."】

What steel angel?What power?

What is this person talking about?

People looked at each other blankly, and saw the same panic and anxiety in their eyes.

"Hahahaha! Fight, fight!"

In a certain corner of the city, someone applauded excitedly for fear of chaos.

He took it as a fun dinner farce, and even re-opened a can of beer to celebrate.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he heard—

At the same time, residents of Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya, Sapporo, these cities also heard.

A huge roar sounded high in the sky, enough to tear apart the speed of a sonic boom.

That is, fighter bombers.

*****

People screamed as the first air-to-surface missiles fell.

The skyscrapers in Tokyo were cut in half, and the sound of explosions was everywhere.

The citizens searched for bunkers in horror. At this time, the people who hid in the basement ahead of time escaped the initial catastrophe.

On the street, police cars and firefighters were dispatched at the same time.

They could save the citizens buried in the rubble, but they couldn't stop the air-to-ground missiles that were about to fall overhead.

……

…………

"Third son."

In the cockpit of the airship, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

However, the red-haired ghost guard stopped the action of the red-haired mafia: "Don't worry about Mr. Chuya, they have bombers, and we have out-and-out, god-like superpowers!"

Superpowers?

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned.

In the next second, he heard the voice of a cold high school boy, which rang out of nowhere in his mind.

【"Yeah, this is really an incredible disaster, Miss Ghost Escort."】

【"Don't talk about people as if they are supermen who specialize in saving the scene. I'm just an ordinary high school student."】

The third son smiled: "Okay then, ordinary high school students, I will leave the country's landing missiles to you for the time being."

"Ah, by the way, don't move those fighter jets, I'll keep them for use."

The voice in his head paused for a second, and left quickly after dropping a word.

【"... I'll give you 5 minutes."】

"5 minutes... that's enough!"

The third son called up the three-dimensional anatomical image of the aircraft carrier "Tian Shang", and after a brief glance at its structure, the emerald pupils became brighter and brighter.

"Come on, Mr. Chuya, we're going to speed up too—I'll take you to see the 3000 billion yen fireworks!"

The moment the red-haired girl's voice fell, the airship pulled the pursuing F67B, accelerated again, and went straight through the clouds.

Aircraft carrier 'Sky', near the front.

****

Say something very interesting.

Whether it's a Ford-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier or the Neon destroyer-modified 'Heaven', they all have one thing in common, that is the 'advanced interception cable system' on the flight deck.

A runway for a jet to land safely requires at least 240 meters.

However, even a Ford-class aircraft carrier can only provide a gliding distance of forty meters.

At the beginning, the designer of the Ford-class aircraft carrier geniusly came up with the idea of ​​"intercepting cables" and overcome this impossible problem.

So now, what happens if this life-saving 'interceptor cable system' fails again?

Inside the airship, the red-haired ghost girl looked down at the huge monster on the sea through the window of the cockpit, showing a smile like a little devil.

"Little A, how is the system of Tianshang?"

"It's so simple and pitiful, it's easy."

The former air vehicle AI said lightly.

In fact, the entire hacking process was easier than imagined.

The AI, which has evolved into an intelligent life form, took the air defense system and control authority that the "Tian Shang" is proud of with almost no effort.

This means that on the surface there is no change, but in fact, the person who actually controls the aircraft carrier——

A light curtain emerges in the cockpit of the airship.

The appearance that was divided into two gamepads by AI fell on the hands of Sanzi and Nakahara Chuya.

The third son picked up one of the 'handles' and sent an invitation to the Zhefa Gravity Envoy beside him,

"This is a rare opportunity, do you want to play a game, Mr. Chuya? The puppy was the first to be sunk by the shell!"

This is not a 'rare opportunity', but once in a lifetime.

Who hasn't dreamed of driving a legendary warship when he was a child?

Cough, although I may be a little sorry for the official 3000 billion yen, but well——

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the handle, his cobalt blue pupils were also full of fighting spirit, and he immediately accepted the challenge.

"Don't play tricks if you lose, Sanzi, I won't lose in the battle game!"

"Hmph, look at it."

The third son snorted and pressed the control button.

【】【】——!

At the same time, the F67B fighter jet chasing the airship all the way, seized the gap, and aimed the cannon at the power cabin of the 'Noah' again!

"Go to hell!! Go to hell hahahahahaha!——"

The pilot laughed wildly.

Rows of bombardment poured towards the cockpit of the airship like a violent storm!

At the same time, the five frigates surrounding the 'Heaven' also noticed the intruders in the air.

Under the order of the leading general, they collectively turned the fort and aimed at the airship where the third son and Zhongye were.

"fire--!"

The dense firepower is like the Skynet attacking through the air. There is artillery fire in front and pursuit behind. It should be inevitable.

However, Nakahara Chuya, who distractedly took over the piloting authority of the airship, showed no fear on his face, but smiled lightly,

"I won't let you hit it."

The red light of supernatural power wrapped the airship and lit up around the aircraft.

The airship that has been pulled out of gravity is like a light and fluffy piece of paper at this moment, rising and falling with the breeze on the sea.

As if they were playing with the terrorists on the ship, whenever they thought they were going to hit the target, the airship could gracefully slip through the gaps between the shells in a strange posture.

Can flying and airships still have this kind of skill?

On the deck of the aircraft carrier, the photographer carrying the lens: "..."

In front of the TV screen, viewers in other cities who have just escaped danger: "..."

Probably inspired (?) by the miraculous operation of the airship, the photographer, who was originally trembling, suddenly awakened the soul of a reporter inexplicably.

I saw him with a strong body, carrying a big machine, and the camera closely followed the airship, running on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier, as excited as a 200-jin fat man.

【"Look—! Audience friends across the country, the hero we saved is here!"】

【"This miraculous rotation, this unbelievable stunt, elegant! Smooth! Extremely elegant!"】

Citizens watching the live broadcast: "..."

Although, is the current press already so voluptuous?

Even photographers can break through the limit of life and death, chasing news material on an aircraft carrier full of terrorists?

Brother photographer!Look back!

The faces of those terrorists with guns are all black!

Facts have proved that people really shouldn't take life and death too seriously.

The photographer who was carrying the lens accidentally stepped on the edge of the flight deck, suddenly lost his center of gravity, tilted his body and fell straight off the deck.

Just when he was about to 'die' on the spot, the airship evading the bombing suddenly dwarfed and whizzed past at low altitude, just in time to catch the photographer brother.

The man sat on the top of the airship in a daze, trying to maintain the movement of holding the camera with his hands.

For a long time, he choked out a sentence in the howling wind——

"Special, special filming seats!"

National audience: "..." Is this the point!

the other side

In the cockpit of the airship, after confirming that the only hostage was rescued and that he was in good spirits, the third son slightly moved his thumb on the 'handle',

"Then let's get started!"

"The first firework is the tired bird returning to the forest!"

The second after the red-haired girl issued the command——

"What's going on??? The plane——!"

High in the sky, the circling pilot suddenly discovered that the fighter under his seat suddenly lost control.

After a sharp turn, he rushed straight towards the flight deck of the aircraft carrier!

The terrorist pilot panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down again.

That's ok, there's a 'cable' system on the deck, he just has to hook it up and get back off...

"It's a pity, there is no chance to take off again!"

In the cockpit, Sanzi's eyes were raised cutely, and he pressed the main control button with a smile.

The moment the fighter jet F67B landed, the 'intercepting cable system' that was supposed to work suddenly failed.

The heavy aircraft weighing 2.5 tons just like this, at a speed of Mach [-], sparks ignited at the bottom, and with a 'boom', it hit the superstructure of the aircraft carrier!

"It's not over yet!"

The red-haired girl happily continued to announce, "Fireworks at home, get ready—!"

The moment the third son finished speaking, he teleported back and forth in multiple cities, and the ordinary male high school student playing Superman found that the fighter planes intercepted by him stopped for a second as if malfunctioning, then turned around and rushed towards the horse. The direction of Mao Island.

Saiki Kusuo reacted and looked down at the time.

No more, no less, exactly 5 minutes.

"Yeah, it looks like the crisis is over, you can go back and rest."

But having said that, it’s all here, let’s buy a Hokkaido buttered potato and go back.

I don't know at this point, whether the boss has opened the door or not.

The teenager wearing strange green sunglasses was thinking, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the air.

****

Meanwhile, Yokohama, PortMafia chief office

Mori Ogai stood in front of the energized transparent floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, looking out the window in a good mood. The scenery of Yokohama had already returned to normal, and said with satisfaction,

"What a peaceful day, Alice-chan, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"Whether it's a skirt or a delicious dessert today, I'm willing to buy it for you~"

Ah, it is so beautiful.

Yokohama's potential crisis resolved.

It seems that Mr. Zhongye has also completed the task perfectly.

In addition, after such a long period of arrangement, the economic management of Hong Kong and Black has finally been rewarded, and the financial situation is very good.

This time, of course, to celebrate some friends.

The black-haired leader was secretly happy, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became higher and higher.

With this awkward look, the blond-haired supernatural power on one side rolled his eyes in disdain, let out a little 'tss', and deliberately poured cold water on it and said,

"Be careful that extreme joy begets sorrow, Hayashi Taro."

"Don't say that, Alice-chan~"

Mori Ogai spoke in a good mood.

While humming a song, he walked into the side lounge and changed into his normal clothes for fishing.

Just as the black-haired leader was about to persuade his own abilities and went out for a walk, a knock on the door interrupted his actions.

It is Ozaki Momiji.

The female cadre who came to visit suddenly looked normal, and it didn't look like there was anything urgent, but for some reason, Mori Ogai always felt that the other party's eyes were indescribably strange.

"What's the matter, Hongye-kun?"

"about this point……"

Koyo Ozaki raised his sleeves to cover the suspicious curve of his lips, and looked at the leader half sympathetically, half very sympathetically,

"Master Ogai, you'd better turn on the TV and watch it now."

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows strangely: "TV?"

"Yes." Koyo Ozaki nodded, and added, "Just turn it on, whichever station you want."

Anyway, now, the whole country is broadcasting something live.

"?"

Although he was puzzled, Mori Ogai turned on the projection in the office as he said.

Then the next second, when he saw the picture on the screen clearly, he froze in place.

On the screen was a live broadcast of an airship fighting an aircraft carrier.

The operation is perfect, the process is wonderful.

But if it's just this, it's not enough to make the black-haired leader who pursues the best solution show a gaffe of being struck by lightning.

The key point is the supernatural power displayed by this airship.

Although the people in the cockpit can't be seen, there is only one answer based on this obvious trace of gravity manipulation!

However, this is not the most exciting.

Just when Mori Ogai tried to convince himself that it's okay, this is just a normal task process,

Several silhouettes flashed on the screen, and twelve heavy fighter jets and eight transport planes appeared behind the airship.

However, the strange thing is that instead of attacking the airship, they arched their wings on both sides in a guarding posture.

Then, as if under the command of an invisible hand, they accelerated violently, surrounded by a terrible gravitational red light, one after another, they rammed towards the aircraft carrier 'Tian Shang' on the sea!

boom--!

boom--!

boom--!

Every explosion seemed to hit Mori Ogai's fragile heart.

At the last moment, the frigates guarding the aircraft carrier turned around as if they were against the water. They all turned their bows and slammed into the "Tian Shang" with a mighty attack!

The sea shook violently like an earthquake, thick black smoke and explosive flames soared into the sky, almost burning half of the sea and sky.

In this way, the aircraft carrier worth 3000 billion yen exploded into beautiful fireworks under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes across the country.

On the screen, the joyful voice of the photographer came out, resounding in the sky together with the cheers of the citizens of other cities.

【"Look!! Our unsung hero! Noah's Ark defeated the terrorists and saved us——!!"】

【"Long live the unknown hero! Long live Noah's airship——!!!"】

The unanimous applause and the joy of the survivors were staged in every corner of every city in the country.

Only, Yokohama, PortMafia, Chief Office

There was a man named Mori Ogai, with a 'snap', he didn't hold the remote control in his hand, and it fell to the ground.

The expression of a certain black-haired leader was empty, his eyes lost the highlight of life.

The blond-haired Alice squatted aside, lowered her head and poked the broken remote control, and slowly expressed the question of the soul in Mori Ogai's heart at the moment——

"Poor Gang Hei, will he receive the bill for the aircraft carrier?"

*****

at the same time

Somewhere on the beach in Ma Mao Island

A black-haired young man in a plush coat and a white felt hat stared at the end of the sea.

His face was calm, and his dark red pupils reflected the remains of the dilapidated aircraft carrier in the distance and the seemingly inexhaustible fire.

"Did it really fail?"

The young man said to himself unsurprisingly, "Forget it, don't worry about it. It's just a simple temptation anyway."

Rather, this trip allowed me to collect a lot of precious information.

Huangquan, ghosts, and all living beings wish.

It seems that the plan for Yokohama needs to be readjusted.

The black-haired young man subconsciously gnawed on the tips of his nails and walked towards the motorboat.

But soon, he was forced to stop.

A teenager in a camel coat was turning his back on him, hunched over like a study, circling his motorboat.

As if he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, the young man straightened up, looked sideways at the young man, a pair of beautiful iris-colored pupils curved up with a smile, and greeted the visitor friendly,

"Yeah, it's our first time meeting you, Mysterious Man."

"Well, is it more appropriate to call you 'Devil'?"

The black-haired young man named 'Devil' calmly looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, and pointed out the identity of the boy.

"Osamu Dazai, formerly a cadre of the Port Mafia, and now one of the outside staff of the Armed Detective Agency."

"So it is, so it is."

The black-haired young man showed a clear look, and he didn't know what he understood.

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

A group of heavily armed soldiers came out from behind him, and surrounded the two, no, or rather, surrounded the 'devil'.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't personally intend to do anything, but you know—"

The kite-eyed boy spread his hands as he spoke, and shrugged helplessly,

"This is what it's like to work for others, and occasionally to satisfy the fantasy of the employer."

"It's true that employers can be troublesome sometimes."

The dark-haired young man nodded in agreement.

For example, the self-righteous, blond pope who always looks at people with condescending and trashy eyes.

Another example is the leader of a [combination] who wants to recover his terminally ill daughter.

But in any case, even if it is waste, it is worth using occasionally.

"Then Dazai-kun, why are you here?" the devil asked.

"Well, that's right, the purpose—"

Osamu Dazai raised his head thoughtfully, and tapped his chin, "At first, I just wanted to satisfy my curiosity."

"But now, I have a piece of advice for you."

The black-haired young man raised his eyebrows, showing his first unexpected expression since meeting: "Oh? Advice?"

"right!"

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and warned in a whisper,

"Have you heard of it? There is a saying among flower growers that 'If you do many unrighteous actions, you will die yourself', Mr. Moren, I advise you to be more careful!"

Demon: "..."

"Really? Thank you Dazai-kun for your advice."

The black-haired young man walked past Dazai Osamu with a smile, ignoring the threatening gunpoints around him, and walked to the motorboat like a stroll in the garden.

"correct."

Before leaving, he seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at Osamu Dazai,

"As a courtesy, I'll also give Dazai-kun a piece of advice."

The demon raised the corner of his mouth and said slowly,

"We are the same person, but Dazai-kun, you are more pitiful, feeding on other people's wishes, one day you will..."

call out--!

The black-haired young man hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a very soft voice came from a high place.

Before everyone could react, a fragment of a burning aircraft carrier steel plate suddenly fell from the sky, and the next second——

With a sound of 'Daung', it happened to hit the head of the black-haired young man who was posing.

——Whew, before a well-meaning Russian had time to react, he turned into a flattened 'Russian pancake'.

"... Mouth mouth!!!"

The soldiers of the Supernatural Secret Service Division around were stunned, and all turned to look at Osamu Dazai, showing uniform and terrified eyes.

Is this what you count on, Osamu Dazai!

Osamu Dazai is indeed terrifying!

This really unexpected Osamu Dazai: "..."

What did you say?

Our teachers have told us since we were young, don't stand in a dangerous place and chat, otherwise, it's easy to fall from the sky.

Ah, and more.

It is true that those who do many acts of injustice will die.

On the beach, Osamu Dazai looked at the 'Russian biscuits' on the motorboat, silently wiped the blood splashed on his face, and shivered.

For some reason, it feels a little cold.

*****

At the same time, another

The red-haired ghost girl appreciating the 'fireworks' with satisfaction suddenly had a flash of inspiration in her mind.

Like some kind of strange 'news of the world', what she said and did to Zhong Yuanzhong on the airship,

Finally, as if he had the stamina, while the third son was relaxing, he burst out of his brain.

To think, to do whatever is desired.

There are also knee pillows, pick up...

The third son was stunned for a second, starting from the bloodshot cheeks, and slowly reddened all over his body.

Finally, hot smoke rose from the top of Lian's head.

"Three sons?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to turn his head to look suspiciously, but was stopped by the red-haired girl loudly in a panic.

"Wait, wait, wait! Teacher Chuya! Don't, don't turn your head!!"

"—I told you not to turn your head!"

This reaction...

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Does your shyness also cause jet lag, third son?"

"It's so noisy! Anyway, don't turn around!"

The third son covered his flushed face and retorted loudly.

The turbulent emotions were raging in the heart of the red-haired ghost like a storm.

Under the strong sense of shame, the girl couldn't help curling up on her toes. At this moment, she didn't dare to look at Nakahara Chuya's face at all.

Just hearing the sound made her unable to bear the urge to roll and crawl and hide back to hell.

Oh, well, what a shame...

The pupils of the red-haired girl covered under the palm were glistening with water, and even the back of the covered hand was blushing.

The ocher-haired mafia turned his back to the girl, and an unstoppable smile spread in his eyes.

The air slowly quieted down like this.

Obviously no one spoke, but some kind of indescribable atmosphere filled them.

Zhong Yuan also stood with his back to the third son.

Time passed minute by minute.

Just when the ocher-haired mafia couldn't help but began to suspect that they wanted to maintain this posture and stand on the uninhabited island for the whole night, there was a very light footstep, and suddenly, a small step was taken in his direction.

It's like a timid fawn finally showing its steps.

The vigilant and beautiful prey is completely let down.

With one hand, he carefully grabbed the clothes behind him.

It was a light force, but it made the heart of Zhefa Mafia beat hard.

With the strength of the girl's fingertips, she jumped faster and faster.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath.

He felt that his heart seemed to be caught in this way, and it was held in the hands of the red-haired ghost, beating up and down, with unbearable pain.

The next moment, a warm, soft body temperature came up, carefully covering his back.

Central Plains is also waiting.

Suppressing the black restless desire in the body, waiting.

This is almost all his patience.

The mafia is selfish and greedy, but in the face of the red-haired ghost, Zhong Yuan always seems to be able to leave a bit more room for the other party.

So tolerant that even he himself was a little surprised.

Like, the most magical witchcraft in the world. (①)

It makes the selfish selfless, the cowardly brave, the greedy tolerant, and the shy unrestrained. (①)

So, even to the point where you want to run away, bury yourself and scream.

The third son still restrained and endured, stretching out his hand to tightly grasp the clothes on the back of the red-haired boy.

The girl gently pressed her forehead against Nakahara Chuya's back. After taking a few deep breaths, she suppressed the trembling in her voice and said word by word,

"Teacher Chuya, do you have time later?"

"I... have something to tell you."