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

Chapter 322 What do you mean you already have Gundam Nim alloy?

"Sir, isn't our action a bit reckless?"

Seeing Mark Bay strutting down the street with his old-fashioned demeanor and gentleman's cane, the men following behind him began to feel a chill run down their spines.

"What, is there any risk?"

Despite seeing his men looking on high alert, Mark Bay seemed quite relaxed.

"This is, after all, federal territory!"

"But this is the moon too. Look, have we attracted any attention on our way here?"

It would have been better if Mark Bay hadn't mentioned it, because his men were even more frightened when he did. They had infiltrated the moon without entering through the official customs entrance, which would have required multiple rounds of identification and verification. Although they had disguised themselves and bought fake identities, they couldn't withstand multiple rounds of scrutiny.

So, after arriving on the moon, everyone tried to keep a low profile, except for Mark Bay, who even went so far as to wander around in front of the federal security police on the street, forcing the security police officer with a rifle and helmet to come forward and drive him away.

"Old man, move aside and don't bother us! Otherwise, we'll throw you in jail for a few days!"

Then, Mark Bay left, laughing heartily.

This behavior made several of his men sweat with worry; one of them even put his hands inside his clothes, ready to fight the police officers in bulletproof armor.

Fortunately, the police officers didn't pay any attention to the seemingly crazy old man; otherwise, they would have received the highest federal honor medal.

“You guys should be bolder at times like this. The Federation would never have expected us to show up on the moon on our own initiative! Besides, it was our old friend who brought us in!”

"So, is your old friend reliable?"

"He's very reliable when it comes to personal gain!"

The old friend Mark Bay mentioned was an Anaheim executive he met during the occupation of Grenada. The latter and Mark Bay got along quite well in Grenada. He had helped Mark Bay acquire several artifacts from the Old Earth era, and Mark Bay had done him a favor in business. Through these exchanges, they developed a good friendship.

However, this happy time only lasted for a short while, and then everything took a sharp turn for the worse, and things changed drastically.

However, since they had done bad things together, Mark Bay wasn't worried that the other party would betray him. If that happened, the guy would have to go to jail too, since he had betrayed not only the Earth Federation but also the Lunar Merchant Guild.

If you betray the former, the Moon Merchant Guild might still be able to help you out a bit, but if you betray the latter, the consequences won't be good. You might just get a crazy gunman showing up with a rocket launcher to greet you.

However, Mark Bay is not the kind of person who would use his weaknesses to blackmail others; at least, he wouldn't do so until he was completely desperate.

It was impossible not to be shocked when Mark Bay contacted them, but the shock quickly turned into surprise. After all, Mark Bay had said he wanted to do a big deal with them, and if successful, he would get at least a 15% commission!
So, Hindman immediately dispatched his official yacht to bring Mark Bay to the moon.

Then, in order to avoid attracting attention, the two sides parted ways at the airport, and Mark Bay and his party leisurely headed towards the Anaheim branch.

After all, it had been many years since he had returned here, so Mark Bay strolled around like an old man taking a walk, stopping and starting as he pleased, and even buying some snacks along the way.

"There have been many changes here!"

After giving a brief commentary on the changes in Grenada's Upper City, Mark Bay arrived at the Anaheim Grenada branch. Hindman had already prepared a hidden back door for him. However, before entering, Mark Bay was slightly taken aback when he saw the mobile suits patrolling outside and the armed security guards in Anaheim uniforms.

"What, there are more guards here under the Federation's control, and even mobile suits? Is the security situation here really that bad?"

"Uh, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"I want to hear the truth!"

"We have to thank you all for this!"

Sindeman sighed, then took the lead and led the group into the building.

"Ever since the end of the One Year War, Zeon remnants have been attacking our factories without ceasing. Grenada is a little better off, though the attacks are less frequent, but the damage they've suffered is no less!"

"Your people are the kind who eat from the bowl and then curse the cook. The Lunar Merchant Guild turns a blind eye to their existence, but what happened? These guys were hiding mobile suits in the lower levels of Grenada, and even drove them out to fight the Federation Army. The entire city was almost destroyed by the war!"

"Over there at Von Braun's place, your people even opened fire directly on our research and development base. There were at least 30 to 50 technicians blown into the air, not to mention the other damage!"

As Sindman spoke, a hint of resentment lingered in his voice.

"It even prevented me from getting promoted in the past few years, and I'm still stuck on the sidelines here!"

"This……"

Mark Bay could also sense his old buddy's dissatisfaction, but what could he say? He could only say that those friendly forces had gone mad, piloting mobile suits inside the lunar city, and deserved to be beaten!
"Don't worry, we wouldn't do anything stupid!"

"I can't trust you, and besides, you're not trying to convince me!"

Hindman led Mark Bay into his office, whereupon hot tea and snacks were brought into the room by his large-breasted, big-butt female secretary.

Seeing the swaying waves of flesh on the other side, the Zeon officers couldn't help but swallow hard.

“Our Grenada branch is now just a sub-branch of Von Brown's; we are no longer qualified to be on equal footing with them!”

"Even everyday affairs are handled remotely from there!"

"So, what I need to get on board is the people at the von Braun branch?"

"Yes, I've already contacted him, and he should arrive around tonight!"

Mark Bay never expected that Grenada would fall to this state. In the past, they were a business division that was on par with von Brown, but now they are being controlled by von Brown.

"Is this also because of us?"

"Otherwise what? As far as the Federation is concerned, Grenada has already been labeled as unreliable since it was occupied by Zeon!"

"Then they really weren't wrong!"

"Actually, that's not the case. If it weren't for you, we would still want to operate as peacefully as possible. After all, dealing with you guys these days is just too dangerous!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what you just said is really hurting me!"

"That's true. In the past, the Federation had a relatively high tolerance for the Lunar Chamber of Commerce, but now, the Federal Military Intelligence Bureau has begun to frequently conduct activities in lunar cities, and most importantly, many people within our ranks no longer have a good impression of you!"

"I understand, but please rest assured, my troops will not encounter such a situation. On the contrary, just like before, we will cooperate very well!" "So, who is von Braun's superior?"

“Gilbert O’Sullivan, an ambitious guy, a true profit-driven individual. I think as long as you can give him what he wants, it shouldn’t be a problem!”

Later that evening, at Hindman’s own private dinner, Mark Bay met the Anaheim executive from von Braun.

This was a tall man with a thick beard and a slightly protruding head. He wore an exquisite custom-made suit and walked with a powerful stride. You could tell at a glance that this guy was the energetic type.

"Hahaha, Sindman, you old codger, why can't you just say it over the phone? Why do you have to call me over all this in secret? Do you know how busy I am over there?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Sullivan!"

Sindman stood up, welcoming the other party as he spoke.

"It's nothing really important, I just wanted to introduce you to a very nice friend!"

"friend?"

O'Sullivan glanced at Mark Bay sitting to the side, paused for a moment, and then looked at Sindeman with amusement.

"I didn't know you had such a friend?"

Sindman didn't say anything, he just waved his hand.

O'Sullivan then turned to look at Mark Bay.

"I never expected to see the renowned Lieutenant General Mark Bay here. Aren't you afraid of being targeted by those Federation hyenas?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I think it's worth the risk to befriend Mr. O'Sullivan!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll call the Federal Army's special forces right now?"

"You are free to do as you please, but I'd like to know what benefits the Federal Army has given you that have made you so firm and clear in your stance?"

"It's not good, but at least it's not bad!"

As von Braun's superior, O'Sullivan naturally suffered losses due to the constant harassment from the Zeon. Therefore, he was not very friendly to Mark Bay at the moment. If he didn't have no real conflict of interest with the Federation, he would have already called the Federation army to arrest him.

"But I bring many benefits, Mr. O'Sullivan, won't you consider it?"

O'Sullivan then slowly sat down, and even his expression was no longer so unpleasant. Clearly, he was a very competent businessman.

"We need a stable source of logistical support. I think that shouldn't be a problem for Anaheim, right?"

Mark Bay didn't hide anything and revealed his purpose: rather than letting them spend a lot of effort to manage it themselves, it would be better to hand it over to Anaheim. The latter had the strength and resources to do so. It could be said that as long as Anaheim was involved, the fleet would have no worries at all!

"And I think Anaheim needs some friends outside at times, right?"

O'Sullivan remained silent, simply looking at the dishes on the table.

He wasn't about to be blinded by such small gains; he wanted more. O'Sullivan also had his own information channels regarding the events surrounding Mark Bay's fleet. He was quite certain that the other side carried a large amount of wealth, and that the funds were indeed worth Anaheim's involvement. However, the art of negotiation is to constantly compromise, so O'Sullivan was waiting for Mark Bay to make another offer.

Mark Bey then offered his own price, but O'Sullivan remained unmoved. He had no choice but to continue raising his offer, but even after offering three times the market price, O'Sullivan still hadn't budged, which annoyed Mark Bey.

But he couldn't say anything, because it was a seller's market. Without Anaheim, Mark Bay really had no third party to rely on. So, Mark Bay gritted his teeth and finally pulled out his secret weapon.

"Actually, I have another rather nice gift here, which I think will be of great help to Anaheim!"

"Oh, what is that?"

O'Sullivan became interested. That's how negotiations work: by forcing the other party to reveal their bottom line, you can then effectively control them.

"Now that Anaheim is also involved in the defense industry, you should be interested in an alloy formula, right?"

O'Sullivan nodded, but he sensed something was off, though the feeling was faint, so he suppressed his excitement and looked at Mark Bay.

The latter then confidently handed over a set of data to O'Sullivan.

Although O'Sullivan wasn't a professional, he could understand the report to some extent. He glanced at it and felt quite satisfied, though the data seemed somewhat familiar.

Mark Bay watched coldly from the side. He believed he had impressed the other party, after all, he could tell from his expression. Wait, where did the smile go? Why is he frowning?
"Please wait a moment!"

O'Sullivan suddenly looked up, then took out his communicator and asked his secretary to send him a document.

O'Sullivan then began comparing the two documents, and subsequently, with a grim expression, he handed the document back.

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant General Mark Bay, we already have this Gundanium alloy formula!"

"Ok?"

"and many more?"

Mark Bay suddenly stood up, staring at the other person as if he were about to devour them.

"What do you mean you already have one?"

"We obtained this Gundanium alloy formula from a third-party seller a long time ago. We don't know where you got it from, but unfortunately, we don't need it!"

"How can this be?"

"That's the truth. In fact, we've already widely used this Gundam Nim alloy in mobile suits!"

"But this...this was developed by Axis!"

Mark Bay couldn't believe that his proudest secret weapon, which he had even prepared to use to impress his opponent, had become something commonplace.

"Developed by Axis?"

O'Sullivan was also puzzled. He was not a high-ranking official in Anaheim and naturally did not know the source of the alloy. But it certainly was not something they bought from the Zeon. On the contrary, according to rumors, this stuff came from the Federation Army. So, the story behind this was quite interesting!

(End of this chapter)