Gundam 00: Rise of China

"Major, we can't wait any longer, or it will really be too late!"

Inside the jeep, Anura gripped the door handle. Ever since Wang Ye sent Piris to feed the pigeons, he had been puzzled about what his major was up to.

It's obvious those blond guys have ill intentions towards Piris, so why is the major stopping him?

Was it because of that Kurdish boy wearing a modified white robe?

"What's the panic?"

Wang Ye gestured to the impatient Anura beside him with his eyes to calm down, while leaning back in the passenger seat and casually tapping the car window with his fingertips.

"I told you, wait a little longer."

"Or do you think our Lieutenant Piris can't handle a few blond-haired bastards?"

"But!"

That's the logic, but Anura didn't really think these blond guys could cause Piris any trouble.

However, if possible, Anura still didn't want Piris to encounter such a distressing situation.

Ultimately, because of Piris's age and experience, Anura, being an older man, would subconsciously treat him as her own daughter.

"No buts."

This time, Wang Ye didn't even give Anula a meaningful look, as the blond-haired man got closer and closer to sitting in the chair.

Behind his sunglasses, Wang Ye's eyes shone with an increasingly strange light as he eagerly awaited his decision.

What would you choose?

The pilot of the Celestial Gundam, Setsuna...

If you choose to ignore it, then at this moment you are prioritizing the Celestial Organization's secret mission above all else.

Prioritizing concealing one's identity and avoiding unnecessary complications, personal empathy and compassion for the vulnerable are sacrificed for organizational goals.

In this state, she is a highly rational 'executor,' even with a touch of inhuman indifference, a puppet with a humanoid appearance completely controlled by Veda.

It's not much different from Tieria.

But if he acts decisively in an instant, even if he hesitates before stopping the blond-haired man.

This shows that his inherent sense of justice and his inability to tolerate the weak and bullied civilians outweighed the mission requirement of concealing his identity.

In other words, the moment is not a cold war machine, even though it incorporates the Celestials and carries the grand goal of eradicating war.

He is essentially still that boy who came from the war in Kurdistan and has empathy for the suffering of ordinary people!

This is his true stance!

Despite her inner turmoil, Anura opened her mouth but ultimately chose to believe Wang Ye.

While Wang Ye's car was quiet, Shana, standing by the fountain in the distance, was far from at peace.

In fact, I noticed the arrival of Wang Ye's Jeep the moment it drove into the square.

At first, he didn't pay much attention; it was just an instinct honed from years of battlefield experience that made him subconsciously aware of his surroundings.

Just like before Wang Ye and his group arrived, they instantly took in the entire situation of the square.

This includes the blond-haired men who were about to walk past them toward the woman who had inexplicably appeared not far away feeding pigeons.

These street thugs with blond hair can be found anywhere; there's nothing unusual about them.

But it would be strange to associate blond hair with a woman feeding pigeons!

So, this is a trap?

Are they in cahoots?

Or is there a traitor within the Celestial Being organization, and my identity has been exposed?

In the blink of an eye, countless guesses flashed through my mind.

Honestly, according to the mission guidelines, I immediately felt that the most important thing to do was to get up and leave, and find another location where I could avoid any contact with suspicious individuals.

In order to hide their identity to the greatest extent possible.

After all, the reason for coming to Taliban ahead of schedule was at Miss Huang's request to be on standby at any time and to see if we could gather any useful intelligence.

The fact that the blond-haired guy and the seemingly rich girl had a conflict was, to say the least, strange.

Even without anything unusual, it wouldn't prevent me from carrying out the tasks assigned by Veda.

Thinking about it is one thing, doing it is another.

For a moment, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he didn't move for a long time.

His gaze swept over the frivolous smiles on the faces of the blond-haired men, then settled on the woman's back in the distance.

The woman, dressed in a light-colored dress, looked very thin and stood in the bustling square like a lonely poplar tree.

In a daze, the scene before my eyes overlapped with the images in my memory.

On the streets of Kurdistan, amidst the ruins of war, ordinary, unarmed people are surrounded by soldiers with guns, their faces filled with despair and fear.

At that time, he was holding a weapon, but he wasn't protecting ordinary people.

"I am the pilot of Gundam."

He silently repeated the sentence in his mind, and suddenly his clenched fists began to tremble uncontrollably.

He piloted the Gundam to eradicate war, so that no one would ever have to live in war and fear like he did when he was a child.

So if we can't even see this little bit of bullying right now, and just because of possible suspicion, and for the sake of some so-called mission, we can stand idly by while ordinary people are in danger...

So what exactly is his so-called justice?

With that thought in mind, a decision was made in an instant.

Just as the group of blond-haired men passed by, he suddenly moved.

The movement of getting up was so fast that it was like a blur; no one could see how Chacha got up from the bench.

All people heard were a few dull cracks and screams, and the three blond-haired men collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye.

They clutched their dislocated arms, curled up in pain, and couldn't even stand up.

His face was expressionless, but his movements were frighteningly swift and decisive.

His moves were all killing techniques honed on the battlefield, but this time he deliberately held back a little.

Dislocate joints without killing anyone, ensuring enough to incapacitate these thugs.

"You brat! You're asking for it!"

The blond-haired man, who had inexplicably fallen to the ground, cursed angrily. Staring at the moment that had ruined his plans, he gritted his teeth and reached for the knife hidden in his waistband.

However, before he could draw his knife, the black muzzle of a gun was already pressed against the other man's head.

The moment he gripped the gun, his eyes turned as cold as ice, and the murderous aura emanating from his entire body was something only someone who had truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood possessed.

The group of blond-haired thugs immediately panicked; they had only intended to carry out their usual robbery.

Damn it, where did this evil spirit come from?

The blond-haired men helped each other to their feet, and then noticed the white robe that was only found in Kurdistan on him.

Their faces paled, and they realized something.

So, they only rob people and occasionally take their lives, while this guy in front of them only wants to take lives!

What else is there to say? Let's run!

We're not even in the same league as each other, okay?

As the blond-haired men left, and with the gun and clothes in their hands in an instant, everyone in the square turned pale and hurriedly ran out.

Even amidst the chaos of war, Piris continued to carry out Wang Ye's orders, throwing bread crumbs onto the empty ground.

Upon seeing this, alarm bells immediately went off in my mind.

It was a trap, a trap indeed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and left immediately, intending to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

But he had only taken two steps when a voice came from the side, and a hand landed on his shoulder.

"There's a nice Kurdish kebab restaurant not far from there. As a thank you for helping my companion, let me treat you to a meal."