Gundam UC Hunting Time

Despite his eyes being filled with tears, Vincent still raised his fist in anger. Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and several young men in driver's suits walked in. The leader held a report and looked at them with cold eyes. They were members of Magasija Squadron A and B, who had come as reinforcements.

"This is outrageous! You bunch of losers, you actually caused the captain's death by eating spoiled food and getting diarrhea. You have no shame."

The squad leader threw the report over and coldly cursed, while the others chimed in with sarcastic remarks.

"It's absolutely a joke."

“They would have been a joke in our Magasija squadron.”

"What!?"

Vincent and the others looked at the group in surprise, their gazes finally settling on the report that had fallen to the ground.

"Just...not fresh?"

Ji was stunned, and the other surviving teammates exchanged bewildered glances. If they had been drugged and assassinated by Federation spies, at least they would have had someone to blame. Was it really just food spoiling due to the weather?

For a moment, guilt overwhelmed everyone's hearts.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash. Instead of wasting time arguing here, why don't you avenge the captain?"

"I know! I would have gone even if you hadn't told me!"

Faced with the accusations from the leader of Squad A, Vincent clenched his fists, but was immediately ridiculed by the others.

"Don't make things difficult for them. They don't even have the machines. Are you going to make them, the pilots, serve as infantry?"

"What kind of pilot can't even protect his own aircraft? He'd be better off as an infantryman."

Faced with such humiliation, the four who had lost their bodies could not defend themselves and could only bow their heads and endure it.

"Who was driving the Zaku that was missing an arm?" Team A's squad leader asked again.

“It’s me,” Vincent said.

"You participated in the battle? Who were your opponents?"

"It's a new type of machine from the Federation, not a copy of the Zaku, it's completely new..."

Vincent was plunged into painful memories.

"Oh? What about the combat logs? We want to see them."

Soon, the combat logs were transferred from the aircraft Vincent was riding in and played on the big screen.

"Although I had heard about it before, I didn't expect there to actually be a new type of machine..."

"This is much better than the Zaku..."

The captains of Squad A and Squad B exchanged glances, both frowning at the enemy aircraft's performance. Vincent hesitated for a moment, then continued.

"Only two machines have appeared here, but in reality, it's a four-machine squadron. The leader is piloting a black captain's machine. Captain Doug speculates that the pilot of that black machine is the Federation's Black Death."

"Um!?"

Everyone stared in astonishment.

"This situation needs to be reported to the higher-ups immediately!"

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Soon, the report from the Magasiia Squadron was delivered to Kalma Zabi at the North American Front Command, and upon receiving the report, Kalma hurriedly contacted Kycilia.

"Sister, something terrible has happened! The Federal Army..."

"What's the panic! What will your subordinates think if they see you like this?! How can you lead an army like that?!"

Seeing her younger brother, who was spoiled like a young master by their father, Kycilia launched into a tirade of criticism. It wasn't until Karma calmed down and adopted a humble demeanor that Kycilia softened her tone and asked a question.

"what happened?"

"I am very sorry, because of my poor defense, the new mass-produced Demon Crab S was stolen by the Federation Army."

"The Federation forces would actually do something like this? It seems the defeat of the Pacific Fleet has driven them to desperation. Don't worry about it; any weapon deployed to the battlefield will soon fall into enemy hands. It's no big deal."

Kycilia didn't care about losing one or two new mobile suits. In her view, even if the Federation forces took them to copy, it would take a lot of time, and by then Zeon would have already established an advantage, so it would be of no use.

"Big sister, that's not the key point. The key point is that the Federation forces have deployed new types of mobile suits in the battle!"

"A new type of MS? What kind?"

Kalmar immediately showed the new machine from the report in a video and gave an introduction, and Kycilia finally took it seriously.

"So this day has finally come..." she sighed.

MS are not some unattainable high-tech products. Since the Federation can create a replica of the Zaku, Zani, it can naturally create its own MS. It's just unexpected that it's happening so quickly. It seems that the Federation's technological capabilities are still superior to Zeon's.

"Yes, the staff speculate that those are new types of machines undergoing testing, but since these things have been deployed to the battlefield, they will probably be mass-produced soon!"

Karma became anxious again.

There's no need to worry. Even if they mass-produce it, it will take time, and they'll have to figure out how to use it from scratch. By then, the war will have already ended with Zeon's victory. If it were Gihren, he would definitely say that, but Kycilia deliberately made a different choice from him.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"We must find them and destroy them! We must delay the Federation's mass production of mobile suits!"

Karma presented the advisors' suggestions, and Kycilia didn't point them out, but instead offered encouragement.

"Let's do it that way then. Do you need my help?"

"Yes, sister, please send the best MS pilots! The report says that one of the test pilots of the new mobile suit is the Black Reaper who hurt Dozle! This time, I will not only destroy the Federation's new mobile suit, but also take him down to avenge Dozle!"

Karma clenched her fist, her eyes flashing with excitement and resentment.

"An excellent driver?"

Kycilia frowned, not wanting to waste the elite troops she was preparing to incorporate into the Chimera on such a matter. Then she thought of one of the reserve forces currently fighting on Earth.

"Isn't the Magasiia Squadron right there? Instead of letting space pilots adapt to Earth's environment, why not just use them directly? Don't worry, their capabilities are guaranteed."

"My dear sister! Forgive my rudeness, but a unit whose captain died because of collective food poisoning is not fit for any use!"

Karma complained irritably. Kycilia thought she had misheard. After confirming the situation several times, her usually calm expression became somewhat uncontrollable, but she quickly regained her composure and said seriously.

"This is war, and any unexpected events are normal. They won't affect the strength of this unit. Moreover, after such an embarrassing incident, they will only fight harder to avenge themselves and save face. You just need to do a good job of providing support and you can achieve victory."

"I understand, please rest assured, my dear sister! This time I will definitely take the enemy's head and disrupt the Federation's MS mass production schedule!"

"I'll be looking forward to it."

The communication ended, and Karma stood up to give orders to her adjutant.

"Prepare the best machines for those people, and tell them that all I want is victory!"

"Yes!"

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Chapter 121 Exchange of Intelligence

As soon as he came out of the photo studio, Lin Xingyuan, whose face was scorched by the fill lights, couldn't wait to tug at the stiff collar of his officer's uniform, feeling like he had used up all his smiles for the year.

Moreover, the smile he forced at the camera just now seemed ridiculously fake even to himself.

He didn't understand why he, a pilot nicknamed "Black Reaper," had to force a smile at the people behind the camera. Didn't the people in the Federal Propaganda Department find this terrifying? On the other hand, Lilith Aiden kept a straight face from beginning to end, not even moving her lips—of course, given her tragic label of "avenging her family," she genuinely couldn't smile.

In short, Lin Xingyuan couldn't understand the thoughts of these important figures, but it was a mission and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What's so hard to understand?" Doris said jokingly. "It's electoral politics. Big shots use fake smiles to get votes, and over time they think that all of humanity loves this kind of thing. Anyway, it doesn't cost money to smile, so if everyone pretends, it becomes an unspoken rule in the workplace, right?"

Lin Xingyuan glanced at her, who had used 'makeup magic,' and couldn't help but complain.

"Hey beautiful, who are you? Do we know each other?"

Doris, a hacker by profession and a member of the counterintelligence department, naturally didn't want to be on camera. However, she was multi-talented and proficient in the four evil arts, so she handled it with great ease. If Lin Xingyuan hadn't seen her put on makeup in person, he would definitely have mistaken her for someone else.

"How cold! We were so in love in bed yesterday!"

Doris was so wicked; she immediately leaned in, hooked her arm around Lin Xingyuan's shoulder, and hung herself on him, her eyes full of seductive allure and her breath sweet as orchids.

"In bed?"

Shirley Page's ears twitched, and she whirled around, her gaze sharp as a sword. Lilith Aiden also looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"She was joking." Lin Xingyuan rolled his eyes. "Go downstairs, mind the occasion, and don't make jokes like that."

This is a military camp, with people coming and going, and he doesn't want to be looked at differently by others.

"I really don't mind~"

Doris blew into Lin Xingyuan's ear, and Lin Xingyuan disgustedly took her off.

"I mind it very much."

"Yeah~"

Doris was lifted and put down like a kitten, momentarily surprised by Lin Xingyuan's strength. Meeting Shirley's sharp gaze, she winked mischievously at her:

"If you like it, go for it. You don't need to look at me like that."

“I have no such thoughts!” Shirley Page turned and walked forward, emphasizing it with great seriousness, and reiterating her stance, “Dating within a team will only have negative effects, both on the individual and on the team!”

This is her experience in the gymnastics team—how many talented girls have wasted their talents and ultimately faded away because of love or even falling in love with their coaches.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xingyuan immediately agreed.

"Absolutely right, I support it!"

As the group walked out of the propaganda department, a tram beeped at the door, and the back window opened, revealing Dylandar's handsome face.

"Wow...he's a good man."

Doris's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but admire him. Even Shirley Page and Lilith Aiden were drawn to Durandal's charisma.

"I have other things to do, you guys go back first, remember to train!"

Lin Xingyuan gave the others some instructions and got into Durandal's car. Seeing the two chatting and laughing, seemingly very familiar with each other, Doris blinked, then turned to look at Lilith and Sherry, a strange smile appearing on her face.

"Don't you find it strange? A promising and charismatic elite officer like our captain doesn't have a girlfriend and doesn't want to date."

"So what?"

Sherry and Lilith looked at her with puzzlement, and Doris sighed:

"Sigh, two fools. The treasure was right in front of them, but they didn't know how to seize the opportunity. Tsk tsk, oh well, it's not bad either."

She looked at the departing tram again, rubbing her face and giggling. Lilith still didn't understand, but Shirley Page did, and her face flushed red.

"Don't talk nonsense! The captain isn't that kind of person!"

"Oh ho ho ho~ I was just advising you to seize the opportunity, what are you thinking?"

Leaving behind the wicked woman's laughter, Doris turned and got into another car that was already waiting nearby. She chatted and laughed with the driver as they drove away, leaving the two girls staring at each other in bewilderment.

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On the other side—

"I received an A rating for this operation."

After the soundproof glass was raised, only the two people in the back row could hear the conversation. Without much small talk, Lin Xingyuan told Durandal the result directly.

"I got a chance to draw a character, but unfortunately, I drew the wrong one. I got the vice-captain of the Archangel, Natal Bakiruru."

"Yeah."

A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Durandal's eyes. Lin Xingyuan checked his favorability rating and found that it hadn't decreased at all.

Aren't you disappointed?

“I didn’t expect my wish to come true easily.” Durandal was also very frank, answering with a smile, and then changed the subject, “I’ve read the Archangel’s information and I know Natal Bakiruru. She’s a talented warship commander, but unfortunately the Allied Forces didn’t respond to her expectations.”