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"Fighting all the way to the shelter? Are you guys out of your minds?!"

Looking at the civilians who had already evacuated a distance, Ross breathed a sigh of relief and cursed.

"Are you also from the Earth Army?!"

Perhaps due to stress, King's pilot adjusted his condition slightly before drawing his only remaining sword and attacking Ross's Jegan.

Obviously, he regarded Rhodes's warning shot as a provocation.

Besides, such smooth movements could be done by an ACE driver?

Ross controlled the Jaeger to slide smoothly back and forth, trying to lead Jin away from the civilians.

However, this King clearly saw that Ross's control skills were not low, so after chasing for a few steps, he suddenly rushed towards the blue and white Gundam.

Obviously, instead of fighting an unknown ACE, it is better to quickly deal with the rookie pilot on the other side who has lost his weapon.

"not good!"

Looking at the civilians behind the blue and white Gundam who were taking a short break due to exhaustion, Ross estimated and exclaimed.

Then Ross stepped on the pedal hard, and the backpack behind Jegan began to spew out thick flames.

"Clang."

Jie Gang threw down the rocket launcher casually. At this distance, the rocket launcher was obviously not of much use.

A beam saber hilt popped out of his left arm, and his right hand caught it in one fluid motion.

Jegan quickly caught up with King who was charging towards the blue and white Gundam. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed King's head with a stab in the back, and with his right hand, in a very standard stabbing gesture, he thrust the beam sword into King's cockpit.

"Earth Army bastards..."

Ross was in a trance for a moment, feeling the unwilling cries of the pilots of these machines in his mind.

"Here is...repeat...who are you?"

When Ross came to his senses and controlled Jegan to release the King, which had lost power, the blue and white Gundam in front of him was constantly asking Ross questions through the public address.

Rhodes thought about it for a long time and considered countless options as to what identity he should use to appear in front of these people, but in the end, he finally decided on one identity.

"...My personal space scrap dealer, this is my personal machine."

"You are safe."

Hearing the name of the Space Scrap Merchant, the woman in the orange overalls breathed a sigh of relief.

As the most famous neutral organization in the entire universe, they clean up and recycle cosmic waste from various places and can be said to be a relatively harmless group of people.

Although she had not yet inquired about the origins of the unknown machine, the woman in the orange overalls could not hold on due to the tension and the gunshot wound on her right shoulder and fainted.

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Volume 1: Chapter 3 The Best Bazooka User Ever

In the chaos, thoughts gradually became clear.

The pain in her shoulder continued to stimulate her spirit.

"Woo..."

The woman in orange overalls slowly opened her eyes.

She vaguely saw a figure tearing off the clothes on her right shoulder and doing something to her.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?!"

"Are you awake? Don't move. I'm removing the bullet from you."

Rhodes, wearing a red and white driving suit, was performing surgery on the woman in orange overalls while a group of young people watched.

"Malu Ramyas, right? I saw the label on your clothes."

Ross glanced at Maru, who was still in a daze, and took out a roll of gauze from the first aid kit beside him. He quickly took out a roll and stuffed it into Maru's mouth.

"Hold on tight. The conditions are limited right now, and we don't have any anesthetic."

Seeing that Malu had bitten the rolled gauze, Ross took out a pair of pliers, disinfected them with alcohol and flame, and quickly inserted them into Malu's wound and began to pull out the bullet.

"Woooooooo..."

The severe pain made Malu bite the gauze on his mouth tightly.

"You're lucky the bullet didn't break apart, otherwise it would be impossible to help you remove the shrapnel in this situation."

Rhodes pulled out the pliers and saw a bloody bullet stuck in them.

He put the pliers aside, picked up the spray from the medical box and sprayed it on Mariu's wound.

"First aid spray, a ZAFT product, very valuable."

Seeing that the bleeding from the wound was not so severe, Ross took out another roll of bandage and bandaged Mariu's wound.

Of course, this bottle of first aid spray couldn't be from ZAFT, but rather something Ross had made himself during an accident. However, seeing that Mariu was still quite sensitive, he made up an unverifiable excuse to avoid further trouble.

"Thank you... thank you..."

In just a few minutes, the severe pain almost made Malu collapse.

But the next second, seeing two young men excitedly studying something about the Earth Army's Gundam, Mari subconsciously took out a pistol with his left hand.

I can only say that he is indeed a professionally trained soldier. Although he is not in good condition, his movements are still quick.

"Boom."

Smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet hit the Gundam that turned grayish white.

"Ugh!"

The two curious young men were startled by the sudden gunfire.

"Get off that machine!"

Hearing Malu's undeniable order, they had no choice but to get off the machine obediently.

"Although I'm grateful that you saved me, I'm sorry that you've come into contact with Earth's military secrets. I can't just let you go."

Malu pointed his pistol at the group of young men and spoke.

Ross did not stop him. Rather, although his external identity was a space scrap dealer, he certainly could not leave now.

Watching the argument between these young men and Maru, Ross suddenly frowned.

In a farther place, there are two strong brain waves, seemingly fighting?

"So what about that guy? He saw it too, and he has a similar machine to you, right?!"

Suddenly, a young man with brown curly hair and blue clothes turned the topic to Ross.

Ross came back to his senses and looked at the current scene.

"...It's a three-way stand."

I saw a group of young people standing together, with Ross and Malu standing on either side, forming a triangle.

Rhodes took off his helmet, revealing his face.

It must be said that before Ross came to this world, his friends often laughed and said that Ross looked a lot like Amuro. After Ross came to this world, he felt that his appearance was gradually getting closer to the previous "Best Bazooka User" Amuro, and he even thought about dyeing his hair red sometime.

"I'm a space scrap dealer. Although I'm neutral, it's difficult to escape from a situation like this when I stumble upon military secrets."

"Although it's clear that Heliopos is a foundry, ZAFT doesn't care what your identity is. If you're involved with the Earth Army, Orb will be their target. This was evident from the MS battle just now."

Rhodes glanced at everyone present, then looked up at the sky, staring intently at the main axis of Heliopos's most important satellite.

"In order to survive, I suggest you listen to Miss Malu's advice."

……

Although these young people were very resistant in their hearts, they had no choice but to obey orders in order to survive.

"Thank you for your help."

It was not until now that Malu had the chance to thank Ross.

"You're welcome."

Rhodes kept in touch with Christina in the private shelter through the communicator on his helmet.

"I haven't asked for your name yet."

Mariu looked at Ross, whose expression was hidden by his helmet, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Roz, Roz Links."

When Ross knew that the supply team was coming, he turned his head to look at his Jegan.

"Where was this machine made?"

After taking a look at the Strike Gundam that was being assembled with an air combat backpack, Mariu looked at Jegan who was still half-kneeling on the side.

Originally, Malu planned to use the assault equipment to bombard the backpack, but at Ross's reminder, he switched to the more versatile air combat backpack.

"RGM-89D, Jegan D-type, I built it myself."

Speaking of this, Ross's tone couldn't help but become cheerful, and he felt like a model maker showing off his collection of models to others.

"Every piece of her armor, every frame, every screw, was made by me."

For some reason, seeing the man in the pilot suit in front of her showing off his machine like a college freshman, Mariu's originally tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little, and she smiled inexplicably.

Although it's not entirely clear what "hand-rubbed" means, it probably means that Ross designed this machine independently.

“What an incredible person.”

Malu looked at the dark blue Jegan and sighed.

The United Army spent a lot of manpower and resources to develop five cutting-edge machines. Some of the machines' OSs were even semi-finished products. However, the man in front of him who was constantly showing off had created a machine with performance that was no less than that of the Earth Army's cutting-edge machines by himself.

Maru didn't realize what an outrageous concept Ross was referring to as "rubbing by hand." He just felt that even with the help of a space scrap dealer, Ross must have paid a considerable price to create this machine.

At this time, several horns sounded not far away.

"Christina, I'm here!"

Rhodes saw a figure in a white coat waving excitedly in the driver's seat of a truck.

"crunch..."

The truck stopped behind Jigang.

Without any orders or help from others, the Haro people on the truck began to charge and resupply the Jegan in an orderly manner.

"...Hello, Christina, I'm Ross's assistant."

The first thing Christina saw was Mariu covering the wound on her right arm, and she couldn't help but frown.

Although it was obvious that the two of them were just getting to know each other, Mariu got too close.

Is it because Rhodes is the only reliable man present?

Christina glanced at the group of young men not far away, who were preparing the Strike Gundam. Two of them noticed the Haro men preparing the Jegan and started to complain about the level of automation.

"Malu Ramias, Earth Army, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."

Malu extended her still healthy left hand and shook hands with Christina.

"Let's cut the politeness short. Our probes indicate that the two ZAFT warships haven't withdrawn. We suspect further fighting will ensue."

Christina said, looking at the Strike Gundam that was still in a gray state.

"As for ZAFT's target, it's probably your machine."

Hearing Christina's words, Malu couldn't help but frown.

When Christina finished speaking, Jiegan's supplies were half completed.

This is the advantage of the Jegan as a mass-produced model. By replacing various parts, it can be quickly repaired and replenished. Moreover, Ross uses Haro for maintenance, so the speed of replacing some damaged armor is only faster, not slower.

"I'll go back to the cockpit, Christina. Once the armor change is complete, you can return to your private shelter."

Feeling the two strong brain waves gradually approaching, Ross narrowed his eyes and prepared to board his own machine.

"Malu, tell them to speed up. I have a feeling they'll be here soon."