Gundam 00: Rise of China

"Are you kidding me!"

Patrick gritted his teeth, his face burning with pain as he stared at the red thug so close to him.

Being cornered so close by someone is embarrassing enough, but to be ridiculed in public is something even an uncle or aunt couldn't tolerate.

"What do you mean by 'those who get shot aren't necessarily aces'? It's like I've actually been shot myself!"

He roared and yanked the control stick, unleashing the fully-powered rear engine to try and create distance between them.

The more the other party said that guns were useless, the more he wanted to shoot them down.

Don't ask, the only answer is that the pride of the AEU ace team won't allow them to back down.

"So cute."

Watching Patrick's awkward playing style, Wang Ye's lips curled into a helpless smile.

This guy isn't inherently annoying.

If he weren't the ace of the People's Revolutionary League, and if Manekin hadn't never acknowledged the bet, he could have deliberately lost to this lovestruck fool.

"Go to hell!"

While Wang Ye was still distracted and seemingly carefree, Patrick, who had gathered all his strength, had already raised his linear rifle again and started a new round of frenzied firing.

Rapid bursts of fire interspersed with dense bursts of fire, bullets raining down on the red mob.

It has to be said that Patrick's marksmanship is truly exceptional, as he became the youngest ace in the AEU. Every bullet he fired accurately predicted Wang Ye's possible evasion route.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Wang Ye.

A man who was mentored by Amuro and Char.

He had also learned the skills of people like Camus.

So if Wang Ye were to be shot down here by a fixed-type weapon, those guys might be able to cross the dimensional barrier and climb over to hang him up and beat him up.

"How is that possible!"

The more Patrick fought, the more terrified he became, with cold sweat streaming down his face.

After firing for so long, emptying two entire magazines, there wasn't a single scratch on the Red Thug's armor.

The other party strolled leisurely through the hail of bullets, even having the leisure to perform a few standard ballet spins in the air, blatantly mocking him.

"Knock knock knock!"

Patrick slammed his fists into the cockpit panel several times, and he almost burst into tears.

The humiliation of being made a fool of is even more unbearable than being defeated by Gundam.

"Calm down, Patrick."

Just then, a voice he had been longing for suddenly rang out in the private communication channel.

"The standard linear rifle has a 35-second interval between single shots and a 20-second interval between continuous shots, but the power supply core will enter a high-load state."

"The reason your opponent was able to dodge without taking damage is because they accurately timed the intervals between your attacks."

"At the same time, he is also inducing you to fire frequently, and when your energy supply is insufficient, that is when he will retaliate."

"Colonel Manekin!"

Upon hearing Manekin's message over the channel, Patrick immediately shook off his dejection.

Whether I win or lose is no longer important; the key is that Colonel Manekin is helping me!

Unaware of Patrick's concerns, Manekin originally did not want to get involved in this farce.

But their ace's performance was too embarrassing; they were going to be easily defeated by the People's Revolutionary Alliance with a thug.

Does AEU still have any shame?

Standing in a secluded spot, Manekin's eyes were now blazing with barely suppressed malice.

It could be said that even before the mission in Taliban began, in her mind, this unfathomable Major Char was already at the top of the kill list.

"The Mobster on the other side has achieved its current speed and loiter by reducing more than 90% of its unnecessary armor and structural strength."

Manekin's voice was devoid of any emotion as she issued her commands.

"Abandon ranged firepower, use the plasma sword to force him into close combat! Use our superior performance to overwhelm him!"

"Close combat?" Patrick paused for a moment upon hearing this, somewhat reluctant.

The main reason is that Wang Ye's words, "The ace won't be shot down," are still echoing in his ears. Now, winning with a sword doesn't seem so glorious, does it?

"Shut up! Do as I say!"

With a roar, Manekin nearly ruptured Patrick's eardrums.

For the sake of this mission, Manekin, who slapped Patrick the moment they met, wouldn't tolerate it.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll do it right away!"

Patrick, instantly overwhelmed, shuddered and immediately put away his linear rifle and drew his plasma sword from his waist.

Then, with a sudden dive, it fiercely pounced towards the red mob.

"oh."

Patrick's fighting style suddenly changed, and Wang Ye knew without a doubt that it was Manekin who was directing him from behind.

"Those who play tactics have dirty minds," Wang Ye muttered softly.

"You're confident you can withstand my thug-style attacks and are planning to rely on the weapon's superiority to overpower me, Manekin?"

On the surface, his opponent was still Patrick, but Wang Ye knew in his heart that his real opponent had changed to the AEU chief tactical commander hiding in the shadows.

The thug-style weapon has only a dagger-like vibrating blade, but the standard plasma longsword has both the characteristics of a vibrating blade and the ultra-high temperature that it does not possess.

In close combat, a standardized plasma longsword would be far more dangerous to someone as thin-skinned as me than a linear rifle.

"Go to hell!"

On the other side, following orders, the speed of the fixed formation was maximized, and the plasma sword, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed fiercely down at the red thug-like body.

To ensure a high win rate, Patrick specifically chose this position, as it would allow for a larger area of ​​contact with the body and make it easier to hit!

On the ground, Anura, who was watching the battle, immediately felt her heart leap into her throat and couldn't help but clench her fists.

Piris frowned slightly, his icy blue eyes fixed on the two machines in the air.

It wasn't that they lacked confidence in Wang Ye; they were simply concerned about him.

Only Saches crossed his arms, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Based on his experience, Wang Ye never used his full strength from beginning to end.

Wang Ye can win whenever he wants.

The only difference is the method of winning.

In mid-air, just as the fixed-position plasma sword was about to strike the red thug, Wang Ye gently pushed the control stick.

Indeed, no matter how you modify the thug style, it's still a thug style; the instantaneous power output is something that can't be changed.

But the driver's skill is all the more precious for this moment.

The red thug under the fixed sword moved half a step to the side like a ghost.

It was this half-step distance that caused Patrick's sword to miss its mark.

At the same time, the enormous inertia caused the set pattern to surge forward uncontrollably, revealing a huge flaw in its design.

"Now."

Wang Ye slammed his foot on the accelerator and launched a counterattack.

The red thug-like engine roared loudly as it approached Patrick from behind, pulling out a vibrating blade under Wang Ye's control.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Manekin's expression changed drastically inside the command tower.

"Turn around quickly!"

Manekin shouted into the communicator, never expecting Wang Ye's skills to be so strong, while his own ace would be so weak!

Patrick, realizing what was happening, hurriedly tried to turn around and defend himself, but it was too late.

A vibrating dagger was held against Patrick's neck.

"Is your sword as fast as mine?"

"I'm enough as the real ace."

"you!"

"Just kidding, don't take it so seriously."