Very happy life of a Gundam pilot and a temporary worker of the Space-Time Administration

This is the lair of the Chief of Police.

As a three-way area, the police chief who controls the Nansan violent organization is the highest authority in this place. However, this usually arrogant, arrogant and unreasonable person is now acting like a low-key, flattering person.

"Mr. Kurama, what do you think?"

He asked the man sitting on the sofa with a humble tone.

"Although I thought the industry was small from the beginning, I didn't expect to meet the pair of sisters here and get together with the intended target. It's true."

The wall screen on which the man known as Kurama kept his eyes on was showing the battle between Guxin and the phantom from various angles.

He was a tall, middle-aged man with small round sunglasses on his short-shaven head. He was obviously Asian, but he looked like a cold-faced, warm-faced male killer in France.

"Do you know the pair of sisters?" The director was surprised, but the pair of sisters was his intended 'prey'.

"The twins are disciples of Kowloon."

"Kowloon? Which adult is it?"

"Do not you know?"

"Yes. I really don't know."

Kurama glanced at the smiling face of the director who muttered innocently with pity, and muttered softly in Japanese:

"Country people are so laid back..."

"?"

"It's nothing."

Kurama turned his gaze back to the screen, and re-observed the battle between Phantom and Guxin.

From this "viewing booth", you can clearly see the two machines in the arena.Cuattro's green "Guxin" struggled to get up, stood still, and stared at the opposite phantom, while the opposite phantom rushed over murderously.

From the perspective of a bystander, this savage named Guxin was unarmed and had no chance of winning.

"This is the end." The director smiled: "All losses will be made up after this."

"Maybe it will be killed."

"You're a joker. A 'barbarian' is still a 'barbarian' after all. Although the woman in the Moscow hotel is difficult to talk to, she will not be troubled by money after all."

"...Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Kurama smacked his lips.

Anyway, winning or losing doesn't make any difference to him, and the director's self-confidence is not without reason.There's no reason "Barbarian" could have won "Phantom" even if he tried really hard.

Just then, the phone in the room rang.The director took off the receiver, made a few short answers in the local language, and quickly hung up the phone.

"what happened?"

"There seems to be an intruder, but people have been dispatched to deal with it." The director made his purple lips slippery and crooked, and smiled: "Please rest assured——"

"Relax?"

Although it was doubtful, Kurama showed a look that was indeed the case.

The three hell kings sent yesterday were killed. Although I don't know how the girl did it, there is no doubt that the other party took a step closer to retaliate.

But at this time, it's really troublesome.

He took out a cigarette box containing ginseng sticks from his pocket—although it had been a long time since he quit smoking, he would still miss tobacco immediately when he was angry and anxious.

"Is there any problem?" The director didn't know why.

"Your people should have been killed, sound the alarm and let the rest of the people move." Kurama said firmly.

"Get killed? You really like to joke, and you're not acting in a movie. There are only a few people on the other side. No matter how you say it, it's impossible—"

"It's been decided—"

A bell sounding from the loudspeaker to signify the end of the game interrupted the director.He stared at the screen and jumped up from the sofa with a look of disbelief.

"Losing!? How is it possible!?"

Because he was distracted from the conversation, he didn't see the final scene, but what was lying on the ground now was indeed a phantom, and what was standing was the barbarian!

"This is really a dramatic reversal."

Kurama said sarcastically, the director was trembling with fat and completely speechless—the victory of the barbarians meant that he had lost a large sum of money.

Ding ding ding, the phone rang again, and the director picked it up with a numb movement.

"it's me."

"Director! It's bad! Our people, our people—"

The stern reports of the subordinates were interrupted by the firing of submachine guns.

"Hey! What's going on!?"

The Director stared and yelled into the microphone.

"Are you the Chief of Police?" A smiling female voice suddenly came from the receiver: "I have bad news for you, your people are finished~"

"Who are you!?" The Director was taken aback.

"There's no need to announce your name to a small character like you. Hey, Uncle Kurama, are you listening?"

Kurama took the phone from the chief of police and pushed the stunned counterpart aside.

"Miss Koko, are you really going to fight me?"

"This is my line, right? You were the one who did it first."

"Can't we talk about this matter later? I'm going to complete the task of the organization now, you'd better not play with fire."

Kurama made a calm but powerful voice, but Koko on the opposite side ignored him at all.

"Ha~ Uncle, you seem to be very angry? Because you were hindered? I am even more angry than you now!"

"That's because you have crossed the line and want to sell that kind of thing. Are you serious?"

"Of course, is there anything wrong?"

"That is the top secret of the organization, and it is forbidden to sell!"

"Uncle, you and Leonard both made a mistake."

"what?"

"What is the purpose of our mining this crystal?"

"Making lambda drives, of course."

"What is the purpose of making a lambda drive?"

"Certainly building a subversively powerful force—is it interesting to ask knowingly?"

Kurama was a little impatient, but Koko ignored it and continued to ask questions.

"What is the purpose of establishing a strong force?"

“…creating a profitable environment that works in our favor.”

Kurama replied while signaling the chief of police to mobilize his forces to prepare for the war with his eyes.

"Exactly—since the purpose of mining this kind of thing is to make a profit, what's wrong with omitting the steps in between and directly making a profit? We are businessmen, as long as the asking price is right, what can't be sold?"

"What about your principles? Haven't you always insisted on them?"

Kurama has heard of Koko's work style more or less. It is said that her purpose of selling arms is to maintain peace, which is ridiculously stupid.

"The other party has given too much, and the one who refuses is a fool."

The chief of police opened the door and ran out. Soon there was gunfire outside, and Kurama narrowed his eyes.

"Miss Kou Kou, you are endorsing the enemy."

"Enemy? Where? Who is it?" Kou Kou asked with a smile.

"..."

Kurama understood everything now.

Chapter 81 Kung fu of dismantling putty

"Miss Kou Kou, you are endorsing the enemy."

"Enemy? Where? Who is it?" Kou Kou asked with a smile.

"..."

Now Kurama understood everything.

The amalgam, which once started with lofty ideals, has deteriorated over the years, has become ugly and bloated, and has become a rotten organization that only seeks profit.

"Then, although I'm sorry, please leave now, Uncle Kurama, I will miss you."

Kou Kou hung up the phone after saying the 'eulogy', and the next second, a short figure rushed into the room.

"Da da da--"

The submachine gun shot sounded like popping beans.

……

……

The ten-second countdown ended, and Rising Phantom couldn't.

"The winner... the stone bow!"

The barbarian of the second-generation machine actually defeated the Phantom of the third-generation machine.

The referee announced Li Zi's victory with a skeptical tone.

The huge arena was completely silent, and thousands of spectators were dumbfounded and speechless.

"Look, am I right? My brother is really good at fighting."

Mayo smiled and said to Baleleka who was beside him, and Baleleka, who came back to his senses, took a puff of the cigar that was about to burn out, and laughed heartily.

"It's a beautiful job, I really want to see that fat pig's expression at the moment."

"pig?"

"The local police chief, a fool who is worthy of a pig farm, ah, baby, this kind of topic is not suitable for you." She hugged Mayo and kissed her hard on the cheek— ——Thanks to this little girl, her income tonight will be an astonishing number.

"Ahaha~"

Mayo, who was enduring the Russian enthusiasm, laughed dryly, and then heard Bale Leka ask again.

"But baby, how did your brother do it?"

The moment the two ASs came into contact, the winner was decided, and even Baleika, who had been through battles for a long time, couldn't see what was going on.

The same question also happened to Nami and the audience. Amidst the growing uproar, the organizer played the slow motion shot by the high-speed camera on the big screen.

Facing the phantom slashing at him with a knife, Gu Xin raised his hand, as if he had been waiting there for a long time, and accurately grasped the phantom's wrist holding the knife, and then used its momentum to turn around, kick the ground, twist his waist, Swinging his arms, the caught phantom rose into the air, lost its balance, and made a full circle in the air, and then hit the ground violently with the back of its head as the first point of contact.

Then came harsh roars and wantonly flying sand and dust.

"..."

Xia Yufang lowered her eyes, looked at Mayu sitting in front of her, and couldn't help but think of her previous experience.

Why do the siblings like this game?

"Just now was... AS' over-the-shoulder fall?"

Nami, who watched the fighting process, cried out in surprise.

"It's Tai Chi."

Li Zi's answer came over the radio.

Nami: "Tai Chi?"

Balai Leka: "Kungfu for dismantling putty?"

Xia Yulan: "Slow to beat fast?"