Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 269 Police Raid

"Thank you for your assistance!"

"It should, it should!"

Seeing the smiling security minister, Basque also extended his right hand in a very friendly manner.

"Then I'll take my leave first!"

"Okay, no problem, then I won't deliver it!"

The white-haired Security Minister Hardman forced a fawning smile, gripped Basque's right hand tightly with both hands, and then said...

"Well, I know you bear a heavy responsibility, but please also consider Lia's position. We and the Federation have been staunch allies from the very beginning, even supporting all of the Federation's military operations. So, I'm asking you to take care of things. After all, we also need to do business, and the money we earn has to be paid to the Federation in taxes!"

"Of course, of course, I'll make sure they keep an eye on it!"

After finishing his sentence, Basque nodded politely and turned to leave the office.

"Colonel, should we control the scale of the operation?"

"How could that be? Just let the Shadow Force come as normal. This isn't Side 3!"

Basque glanced at the window of the office corridor; outside stretched a continuous expanse of tall cities.

Secretary Hardman’s words were sincere, but what did they have to do with the federal government? The majority of the profits from trade were in the hands of those in power. Regardless of whether there was any damage or not, the taxes owed to the federal government still had to be paid.

But the Republic of Zeon is different; they still have to pay war reparations to the Federation. Therefore, even if Colonel Basque hates Zeon, he will remain restrained.

The entry of the Federal Military Intelligence Agency did not attract any attention in Side 6. Apart from a very small number of law enforcement officers and government officials, no one knew that such a group of people had arrived.

Basque also intends to maintain a low profile, which is why he visited Hardman immediately. He obtained authorization from Hardman, and now all of the intelligence agency's operations have the cooperation of the local government. He can also mobilize security forces to work with the intelligence agency's agents.

Then, Basque issued his first order to the commander of the security forces who had been transferred to assist him.

"I need to prepare a set of guerrilla uniforms for my men!"

"No problem, I'll take care of it. It will be delivered in thirty minutes!"

The liaison officer of the security forces nodded. He had already received the orders from the Minister of Security to meet all the needs of the federal army, just to get rid of these old men as soon as possible. Even if the Basques ordered everyone to take off their pants and run naked in the street, they would have to comply, let alone just a few sets of military uniforms!
Obtaining the clothes was only the first step. The Basques then swiftly obtained a complete list of personnel from all departments of the Side 6 customs and port operations, which they then handed over to their agents for identification and verification.

It's impossible for Zeon to evade the patrol's swift and decisive robbery without an inside job. These guys used their positions to check the loading and unloading information of import and export ships, so the pool of potential Zeon spies is still quite small.

Even if they are small, the number of suspicious individuals in these departments still amounts to several thousand, and it is impossible for the Basques to arrest and interrogate them all one by one.

"Colonel, shall we go fishing?"

"For now, this is the only way!"

Looking at the list, Basque tapped his finger on the table and then spoke.

"You write the report, I'll deliver it!"

The fishing the adjutant was talking about certainly wasn't the kind of fishing the old Federal Army soldiers did, where they would squat at the river mouth and cast a few lines. Instead, it was about releasing bait and seeing who would fall for it.

Subsequently, a series of supply reports were delivered to the desk in the director of the intelligence agency's office.

"Alloys, fuel, food—do you know that's aiding the enemy?"

"Sir, there's an old saying in the East: 'You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!'"

There's also an Eastern idiom: "To fail at the last hurdle!"

Major General Luens Yach rubbed his head and then nodded.

"Okay, I approve!"

"Thank you, sir!"

As soon as Basque's face disappeared from the screen, Major General Luens's face immediately fell. After all, the supplies used as bait were procured by the intelligence agency, and the cost of those seven or eight ships was enough for Major General Luens to purchase several GM Cannons through internal channels!
And now, all of these things are like throwing meat buns to a dog—gone forever!

If the mission succeeds, at least the expenses will be reimbursed. But if it fails, then the major general will have to tighten his belt, and the procurement that he has been so eager to make will go down the drain!
However, Basque was not bothered at all, since it wasn't his money. Once the funds arrived, Basque immediately ordered his agents to begin purchasing in batches and to contact transport ships.

These supplies were not transported in the same batch. The Basques distributed them according to different time periods and different shipping lanes. Then, as expected, the bait he prepared was hijacked by the Zeon.

"The ship and the people are all safe, but the batch of alloy was taken away!"

"Then we can narrow down the scope!"

"Yes, we're investigating, but, sir, those alloys..."

I know what you're worried about, don't worry!

Basque smiled and patted his adjutant on the shoulder.

"That batch of titanium alloy material contains moisture!"

How could the Basques not take precautions? Getting some substandard titanium alloy wouldn't be a problem. Zeon pilots had better pray they didn't encounter mobile suits made with these materials, otherwise they would find that their mobile suits were much more fragile than normal.

At 7 p.m. Earth time, Peter Griffin, who had finished a day's work at the Side 6 port dispatch center, excitedly rushed into the elevator with his ice-cold beer and pizza. He pressed the button for the 5th floor, and watching the numbers flash, he excitedly started to wiggle his body. Tonight was the Major League Baseball final, and he had finished his work. The entire night would be his happy television time.

When the elevator reached the fifth floor, Pete couldn't wait to step out, but as soon as the elevator doors opened and he was about to leave, several cold, dark gun barrels were pointed at him.

"I………"

Startled, Pete was about to reveal his identity and drop his beer and pizza when a hand covered his mouth.

"Don't speak, come with us!"

Looking at the fully armed soldiers in front of him, Pete immediately swallowed his words and nodded.

Then, he followed a soldier and tiptoed into the corridor. Along the way, Pete saw more soldiers and several of his neighbors. They were all led by the soldiers to a room at the far end of the corridor, around the corner.

"Stay here and don't speak!"

The soldier pointed to the crowd and then handed Pete his beer and pizza.

Pete nodded, and after the soldier left, he cautiously nudged his neighbor.

"This is how the same thing?"

"I don't know either, but it seems like they're after Moto!"

"Moto?"

Griffin thought of his colleague who was also in the dispatch center. What did these police officers want with him?
While they were still pondering, the agents of the Military Intelligence Bureau had already completed their reconnaissance of the room's interior.

"The target is in the room, and looks like he's organizing documents!"

"Compile the gathered intelligence into a booklet? Move out immediately, Captain Cain, make sure he's alive!"

"Understood!" The federal troops outside the apartment immediately began their breakthrough.

The thermal cutting explosive that fired a directional laser silently destroyed the locking device on the apartment door, and then a flashbang was launched into the room through the hole created by the laser.

The man, who was engrossed in his work at his computer, was caught off guard and instantly rendered incapacitated by the bright light and explosive shock.

"Up, up, up!"

Almost the instant the flashbang exploded, the fully armed commando team rushed into the room. Then, several soldiers pounced on the fallen man, repeatedly firing their tranquilizer guns. The delicate tranquilizer instantly pierced the man's body, causing him to lose consciousness within seconds.

Then, the commando soldiers skillfully searched the other person's body, including his underwear and mouth, to prevent the concealment of traps or poison.

After confirming the situation, a soldier skillfully dislocated the man's jaw, then put restraints on him. Subsequently, several soldiers carried him out of the room like a wild boar.

The soldiers who followed quickly began cleaning up the battlefield, removing all documents, files, and other related items from the room. Then, they silently withdrew from the building like ghosts.

After they left, the commander of the security forces responsible for the aftermath appeared in the building and then comforted the innocent residents who had been passing by and then arrested.

"What happened today is classified, so please keep it a secret. If it leaks out, there's nothing I can do. Those guys are a special unit of the Federal Military Intelligence Agency. You guys don't want to become suspects, do you?"

Upon hearing the commander's words, everyone shook their heads frantically, especially Pete, since those people had seen his identification.

After returning home, he still turned on the live broadcast of the game, but he couldn't concentrate on it at all. He kept glancing back at the door, as if federal agents were about to burst in at any moment.

However, after a night of anxiety, Pete discovered the next day that his company was completely unconcerned about Moto's disappearance. When he asked his supervisor, all they said was that Moto had resigned. Looking at the desk and chair that had vanished, Pete was utterly horrified.

Meanwhile, Moto finally woke up from his slumber and found himself suspended in mid-air, unable to move. His heart skipped a beat.

Then, as if they had noticed that he had woken up, the cell door opened and two fully armed federal special forces soldiers walked in and took him into custody, one on each side.

"What do you want? I need to see a lawyer!"

Moto wanted to struggle a little more, but then two more men walked in through the door. One was tall and fierce-looking, while the other had a pipe, a mustache, and an elegant demeanor with one hand behind his back.

“Mr. Moto, there’s no need to hide anything here. You have what we want, so just be straightforward!”

This is what Daning Hanzhong said.

However, Moto completely ignored his well-intentioned advice and continued to pretend to be innocent, loudly begging for mercy.

"Sir, I'm just an ordinary citizen..."

"Alright, Sergeant, say hello to our friends!"

Daninghan then picked up his pipe, while the burly man next to him strode forward and raised his right leg.

Moto now understood why the two federal soldiers had been holding him so firmly.

"Ah ...

Moto's saliva and snot mixed with tears gushed out instantly. The excruciating pain in his lower body made him unable to scream or cry, and he could only groan strangely.

"name!"

"I don't know, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"continue!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh ho ho ho ho ho..."

"name!"

"I really do not know!"

"continue!"

"Ah ...

"name!"

"Kill me! I won't tell!"

Moto, nearly exhausted, coughed up large mouthfuls of acidic fluid, then raised his head, which was covered in sweat, tears, and snot, and looked at the enemy in front of him.

"Thirsty Geron!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Sergeant, use that!"

Seeing that the other party was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, Daninghan shook his head, and then the federal sergeant walked out of the room.

Soon, Moto heard a strange sound.

“Your techniques are useless against me. From the day I became a soldier of the Duchy, I have already…”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the sergeant return to the room, and on his right foot, a heavy iron shoe had somehow appeared.

That strange sound just now was from this shoe rubbing against the ground!

"???"

Looking at the iron shoe and then at the burly man eager to try, Moto seemed to think that the Principality of Zeon wasn't so important after all.

But before he could make up his mind, the other person had already started retreating and then charged towards him.

"Long live Geon! Long live Geon! Long live Geon!"

As he silently recited the slogan with his eyes closed, Moto suddenly stopped on the third note. He looked at the Federal Army sergeant who had rushed into the room, his face flashing with struggle and contortion. Finally, just as the other was about to reach him, he stopped.

He shouted.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, it's at No. 442, East Third District, that's our fixed contact point..."

The heavy iron shoe had been raised high, but stopped at the last moment, just before it touched Moto's body.

"continue!"

"There are seven people at the liaison point. We are all from the intelligence department of the Führer's Guard. We have automatic weapons and an engineering machine. Our commander is Major Highlander!"

"Yes, that's great. See, this way of cooperating is so much better, and we don't have to put in so much effort, right?"

"I want to be treated!"

"Of course, you're still young, my friend. Find a girl, have a child, and live a happy life. Isn't that great? But this is what happens when you follow the remnants of the old regime. Remember that?"

"I understand. So, can you treat me?"

"Give this guy a painkiller injection first. As for the doctor, we'll see if you're lying to us!"

(End of this chapter)