Gundam Seed: Final Destination Chapter 513: : The Wrath of Lodo Jibril
The next day.
Nuel bid farewell to the three people, watching the three people leaving in the military vehicle, Nuoer stroked the photo in his hand and felt mixed feelings for a while.
"You little bastard! I'm so **** off—"
When the military vehicle disappeared, Luodo's father Sil Corleone suddenly yelled, "If something happens to this brat, I'll have to do it!"
"Okay, okay, why didn't you say that earlier."
Lodo's mother, Terry Hiber, couldn't help but retorted from the side after hearing this.
"Isn't it because of giving him face." Sil Corleone replied.
Terry Hiber rolled her eyes when she heard the words, turned around and walked towards home.
"Don't worry, dad, you won't be forever."
Just when Sil was about to say something, Louise Corleone said with a smile: "My brother has an accident and I am."
"I—"
Sier stopped right away, what the **** do I mean?
"Hehe——"
Nuel couldn't help smiling when he heard the conversation between the three.
The melancholy in my heart also dissipated a lot.
"I hope God bless you——"
Mumbling, Noel took the photo and turned to leave.
Everyone has their own persistence and path, and all others can do is pray and bless them, wishing them a smooth road ahead.
However, what Noel didn't know was that just as he turned to leave, in the corner, Sandy, who was wearing a long white dress, was staring at him intently.
CE·72 October 15.
The flames of war remain——
"Shoot!"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
"Kill them!"
The core area of the thirteenth dense forest is located above a tribe that has been completely reduced to ruins. The air force fleet of the Eurasian Federation and the naval fleet of the Atlantic Federation are in full swing.
Beam, beam cannon, grenade, magnetic railgun——
All available weapons are called at this moment.
The staggered light beams were accompanied by rumbling explosions, and the explosion flames of the aircraft filled the sky within a radius of one kilometer.
And in the rear of the battlefield.
A battleship with a hidden figure is floating in the sky above the forest.
"Matisse, you have delayed for too long."
Jibril's voice sounded through the communicator inside the Gadi Ru battleship.
"Isn't this what you would like to see?"
Matisse crossed his legs, crossed his hands on the table and said with a smile: "You should have a lot of orders recently, after all, the Eurasian Federation is also your customer."
In fact, the current Thirteenth Forest is just like the South American battlefield, just a drama directed by high-level political leaders.
It's just that its actors are not popular entertainers, but soldiers who hold the belief of defending their homes and the country.
60% of the machines lost in this war came from the self-sufficiency of both sides, but the remaining 40% came from LOGOS.
This is not counting other orders such as logistical ammunition, and costless transactions like patent fees.
It can be said that in this war, the benefits obtained by LOGOS are more than double that of the South American battlefield.
"You should know what I mean!"
A cold light flashed in Gabriel's eyes.
That's right, LOGOS has indeed made money, or a lot of money.
But their original purpose was not simply to sell these things, but to restrain the Eurasian Federation and East Asia from jointly improving the auxiliary system for combat.
They must ensure that their technology is advanced enough, only in this way can they have more orders and benefits.
Without a combat support system, a single mobile suit can only earn 20 to 30 million at most.
But with a combat support system, the profit of a single machine can reach at least 50 million yuan.
In other words, the profit earned by one mobile suit with a combat auxiliary system can equal that of two mobile suits without a system.
The profits made LOGOS executives lose their minds.
One set is 50 million, ten sets are 500 million, and one hundred sets are 500 million.
And now LOGOS has received more than 1,400 orders——
530 units from the Eurasian Federation and more than 930 units from the East Asian Federation.
There are more than 1,400 mobile suits in total, and the profit brought by them is at least 70 billion or more.
Five days into the war, MS alone brought them more than 70 billion in net profit.
No money printing machine is that fast.
Of course, the people in LOGOS are not idiots, and they also know that it is because of the existence of the auxiliary system for combat that it has brought them such huge benefits.
But this profit - I can't bear it.
At least they are reluctant until the order is completed, so in any case, they have to wait until the order is delivered to stop fighting. This is why the Atlantic Federation did not send the main force of the elite to fight.
"I don't know what you mean, I only act according to the orders given to me by the Atlantic Federation."
Matisse looked at Gabriel sarcastically.
She knew what Gabriel meant, and she just wanted to forcefully end this battle by herself.
Matisse is the top leader of the Earth Joint Intelligence Unit and one of the commanders of the Phantom Pain Force.
The Atlantic Federation troops throughout the Thirteenth Forest are dispatched by Mattis.
So as long as Mattis wants, she can stop this battle at any time.
As for Gabriel.
Although he is the leader of the Blue Cosmos and the leader of LOGOS, he can even influence the orders of the President of the Atlantic Federation.
However, LOGOS is different from a clan, it is a huge interest structure complex.
It is a profit-oriented organization.
In the face of the temptation of 70 billion ~IndoMTL.com~ Who can keep calm?
Matisse can roughly guess the thoughts of LOGOS executives.
It is nothing more than delaying the battle for a few more days, and they are stopping the battle when the mobile suits are manufactured and delivered.
In this way, the money is earned, the fighting is stopped, and multiple actions are achieved in one fell swoop.
"Those idiots who only care about immediate interests!"
Gibril was irritated enough by Mattis's words. If he could order the Atlantic Federation, he would have already ordered it.
But now, 90% of the people in LOGOS choose to procrastinate.
The president of the Atlantic Federation is not an idiot, how could he support himself at the risk of offending most people in LOGOS.
"If you want me to stop the war, please ask the Atlantic Federation Army to give me an order, and I will wait for the good news."
Matisse sneered and hung up the communication.
"Boom——"
"Matisse—this is your court of death!"
Looking at the pitch-black screen, Jibril angrily shook off the objects on the table.
Originally, he was hesitant to keep Matisse as a pawn, but now it seems——
The other side——
Mattis, who hung up the communication, soon received a document.
It's more of a photo than a document, a photo of four people.
"This is really a good time--"
Looking at the combination on the photo, Matisse had a icy smile inexplicably.
Just a moment later.
Matisse frowned suddenly, because she found that the address was a bit—
"Perhaps, this is a good opportunity—"
Through his thoughts, Matisse made a decision in his heart. If this plan succeeds, he doesn't seem to be at a loss.
"Niya Mathis, come to the captain's office—" (to be continued)