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

Chapter 311 How many undercover agents do you need?
The Zero Team's infiltration largely filled the remnants' need for high-end combat power. After all, the people they recruited did not have many professional technical personnel, but the Zero Team from the Public Security Bureau mainly sent rare personnel such as mobile suit pilots or warship technicians. Therefore, after infiltrating the remnants, these agents were quickly placed in core positions even before passing the vetting process.

There's nothing we can do about it. The reorganized remnant forces are lacking in everything, so they can only replenish their strength while screening people. But since it's Side 3's home base, it naturally has a filter on them, so the remnants are still very willing to believe in their compatriots.

The agents of Team Zero entered the remnants of the Communist Party with high expectations, only to find that the remnants were not quite what they had imagined.

Their impression of the remnants should be that of a fanatical and resolute, disciplined, and well-equipped rebel army, not these loose, delusional, poorly armed, and even less capable than pirates.

The only thing that matched their impression was the hatred these guys had for the Federation and for Deacon. This hatred was more than just an emotion; it was a kind of obsession and a deep-seated prejudice etched into the bones of these remnant soldiers.

"These guys are mentally unstable! They even want to continue injecting poison gas into side 3!"

When the two Zero Team agents were talking privately, they couldn't help but complain to each other.

"That's precisely why we need to be careful. Who knows if these guys will actually do it? We absolutely cannot let the tragedy of Iphishu Island repeat itself in Side 3!"

"However, there's no point in us lying in wait like this. They said they'd have us pilot mobile suits, but where are the pilots? Are we supposed to move around on foot?"

"That's a good question!"

For the remnants, after barely managing to cobble together a usable fighting force, they faced the harsh reality of incomplete equipment, especially mobile suits. Delaz's Last Dance had essentially wiped out the remnants' reserves, leaving them with absolutely no usable military mobile suits. As for civilian gadgets, even if they were given to pilots for free, they wouldn't fly them.

It has no armor, no attitude control nozzles, and its only lethal long-range weapon is a large nail gun. Its melee weapon is a laser welding torch. Ordinary Federation infantrymen can easily penetrate the cockpit with rifles. Flying this thing is worse than getting a heavy spacesuit; at least that thing can be reinforced with steel plates so rifles can't penetrate it.

Therefore, the remnant leader had no choice but to contact the secondhand arms dealer who demanded exorbitant prices but could at least procure scarce military supplies.

"Mobile Suit?"

In the luxurious casino of Side 6, an arms dealer in a smart suit, cigar in hand, skillfully shuffled his cards. His elegant movements captivated the beautiful female dealer, who couldn't take her eyes off him, her eyes brimming with desire as if she wanted to devour him whole.

However, the arms dealer completely ignored the other party, instead looking at the few remaining comrades beside him with a half-smile.

"Okay, forget about mobile suits, I can even get you a Magellan. If you add a little more money, I can even get you a Birmingham!"

"Mr. X, this is not the time for jokes!"

"You guys were the ones who started this joke!"

The arms dealer flicked the playing cards into the air with both hands, then gestured for the female dealers to leave. Next, he took the cigar from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke into the face of the remnant leader.

"Are you kidding me, buddy? Do you think I'm some kind of magic wish-granting machine? Mobile Suit Gundam? That's something I can handle. I have a gun here. Why don't you just go to Side 7 and steal it? Maybe you can even steal a Gundam!"

Price is not a problem!

The leader was quite uncomfortable from being hit by a puff of secondhand smoke, but he could only grit his teeth and push the pistol that the other party had slapped in front of him back to the other party.

"It's not about money. If you want those light weapons, the federal warehouse has plenty, and I can even get you some. But mobile suits, those are mobile suits, you know, steel giants tens of meters tall. What do you expect me to do with them?"

"Four times the price! We'll offer four times the price, all in gold. Payment first, goods later!"

"Eight times the return is a huge risk for me. After this job, I might have to run away to a lunar city. Besides, I'll need money to bribe the officials!"

Looking at the arms dealer in front of him who had changed his tune, the remnant leader felt a pang of pain. Although his superiors had instructed him not to treat money like money, spending such a large amount of gold was like dumping gold bars into a river, which made him feel a little heartache.

"Sure, but you still have to deliver to my door!"

"no problem!"

"Furthermore, regarding the mecha, we hope..."

"Don't get your hopes up, Mr. Unknown Buyer. It's impossible to get a cutting-edge Federation military machine. If you're hoping I can get you a GM-2, I suggest you leave and go to Anaheim. Also, it's impossible to get a riot control Gozagu. Those machines are only issued to front-line troops and the Federation Military Intelligence Bureau. You don't want to see those lunatics coming to your door, do you?"

"So what can you get for us?"

"I don't know, you'll have to wait for news!"

The arms dealer then tapped on the table, signaling that they could leave!

"Oh, by the way, the price might fluctuate, so you'd better be prepared!"

As the remaining members of the gang walked reluctantly to the gate, the arms dealer couldn't resist adding another comment.

"Sir, isn't this guy too greedy?"

"He's right!"

The remnant leader glanced at the closed door behind him, then shook his head.

“Mobile suits aren’t light equipment like rifles. If we could recapture the production base in the Reef Space Region, we wouldn’t need to beg for help like this. But right now, we need to at least build one or two squadrons to fill the gaps. So, this is the only way!”

"But this guy is too ruthless! And he might not even be able to get us any mobile suits!"

"Then find me a way. Are we supposed to go to Anaheim? Do you think those lunar merchants would even listen to you?"

The remnant leader glanced at his men and then sighed.

"Furthermore, Mr. X also said that he might not be able to give us a definite answer, so there's a possibility that we won't be able to spend that money!"

Soon, news that the remnants needed mobile suits reached the Basques.

"They need one or two squadrons of aircraft? Where did these guys find their pilots?"

"I don't know, but I heard them say before that they would try to find a way from Zeon itself, so it should be from Side 3!"

"Zeon?" Basque's originally cold expression instantly turned ferocious, and even his already deformed eyes suddenly became much larger.

"Good, good, these damned Zeon bastards! The intelligence agency's special forces have been targeting the traitors within our ranks before; now it's time to clean out our external enemies!"

"That mobile suit?"

"Give them to them. It's just mobile suits. The intelligence agency has plenty in their warehouses. Give them to them, and you decide how much to do it yourself!"

"understand!"

Then, this veteran intelligence agent, playing the role of an arms dealer, began to entangle the remnants of the party. He first informed the local authorities that their demand to purchase mobile suits was unrealistic, and that he had tried every possible way to do so but could not find a way.

Then, a few days later, he notified the bewildered remnants that although he couldn't get mobile suits, he could get some defective parts that the Federation Army didn't want.

After lowering their expectations, the remaining members of the group were naturally more accepting of the availability of spare parts, and were even overjoyed. They said they would take the spare parts even if the price remained the same, and that they would just have to scavenge for more junk and put the machine back together.

The third time, the agents contacted the remnants again, saying that the spare parts had encountered problems during transportation and might not be able to reach space. As a result, the overjoyed remnants were devastated and their hearts were filled with despair.

Meanwhile, the arms dealer who had the upper hand saw that those guys were mentally broken by his actions and then said that the delivery of spare parts had resumed as normal, and that he could also get a few old machines that could barely be considered half-finished!
So the remnants began singing and dancing again, praising the god of the universe...

The Zero Team, which had infiltrated the remnants, was stunned when they received the intelligence. They were first astonished by the corruption within the Federation, that there were actually parasites daring to sell these things, and then they were quite frightened by the remnants' fluctuating emotions of joy and despair. Subsequently, the intelligence was passed on to Lanbarar.

"Good, good. We're here taking precautions to prevent the remnants from growing stronger, but there are traitors within the Federation Army sponsoring them. I'd like to ask Makarius: does he really believe in the Federation just because he told me to?"

So, Makarius was thoroughly berated by Ramball over the communication, and the old man finally vented his anger, releasing the frustration of being completely dominated by the other party for so many years.

Makarius, who was being scolded, wasn't angry. He simply muted his phone and waited for Ramball to exit the red-temperature state before leisurely replying with his question.

"So, you're done cursing?"

"no!"

"Let's continue!"

So, Ramball roared at the top of his lungs, while Makarius drank coffee on silent. It wasn't until the second time Ramball couldn't take it anymore and started chugging water that Makarius put down his coffee cup.

"So, are you done talking now?"

"Wait for me... to rest... until I'm well!"

"Okay, then let Sera come and stay with you for a few days!"

"Kid, now you know how to curry favor with us? Too late!"

"No, I have no intention of currying favor with you; I'm just preparing to come out of seclusion!"

Although Markarius was busy training the pilots of the Federation's mobile suit force in Side 7, he was also fully aware of the news outside. He would also receive a copy of the intelligence agency's documents. Therefore, he calmly explained to Ramball.

"The ones selling weapons to the remnants are intelligence agents!"

"Your Military Intelligence Bureau dares to do this? Well... that's something..."

Ramball had barely finished speaking when he realized what was happening.

"Wait, you just said it was the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"Yes, they're still wondering where the remnants got those pilots from. So, they didn't realize, Lieutenant General Ramball, that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, were also involved in this collusion with the remnants!"

At this moment, Lanbarar felt goosebumps rising on his back, and he felt like he had nowhere to put his feet, wishing he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground.

"And another thing, I didn't realize you had such a big problem with me!"

Marcarius crossed his legs and looked at the other person with a half-smile.

"No, just now, it was probably the ghost of Kirenzabi who possessed me. So, what just happened?"

Lanbarar then began to play dumb, since he was an old man in his fifties and didn't care about saving face.

"Alright, we'll talk about this later. As for the remnants, even if you hadn't said anything, I was prepared to get involved!"

Makarius waved his hand, not bothering to argue with Ramball about this; at worst, he'd have Sera change into Zeon's uniform that night.

What he cares about are these remnants of the party!

To be precise, these are the remnants of the Axis. These guys are different from when Casval returned to Earth. Back then, Casval, the young master of Zeon, didn't bring such a huge amount of gold. On a side note, because of the remnants' crazy spending, even the prices in the so-called underworld have risen to a certain extent, which has indirectly affected the pirates' income and increased labor costs. Not long ago, a patrol fleet of the Federation Space Force captured a group of pirates alive. These unlucky guys didn't even dare to fire their cannons casually because of the price increase.

This shows the enormous amount of money they invested. The fact that the remnants spent so much money and were so eager to recruit new people and build up a fighting force suggests that they had big ambitions. Even Macarius suspected that Axis had already embarked on the journey to counterattack the Earth Sphere.

However, since the observation department did not issue any warnings, it means that Axis is still in the asteroid belt and has not moved. So, who will return to Earth's sphere?
Marcarius didn't believe it was some small fry with two or three dilapidated ships who would dare to run back. Axis had definitely sent a large fleet. However, the enemy was hiding outside the Earth Sphere and dared not show themselves. Therefore, he planned to first reorganize the remnants inside the Earth Sphere to attract the Federation's attention, and then take action when the opportunity arose!

Therefore, neither the intelligence agency nor Ranbarar's Zero Team can solve the problem with small-scale operations!

Now that the Federation Army's military buildup has been quite successful, we finally have the opportunity to put this path to the test in practice, to see if it is right or wrong!

"Keep your team in hiding. Also, the Joint Command can begin preliminary preparations!"

As Rambarar listened to Macarius's words, only one thought flashed through his mind: the war dragon that had returned to its lair after the One Year War was about to unleash its roar upon the outside world once again!

(End of this chapter)