Let them offer their loyalty

Chelsea opened another cabinet and pointed at Jonas: "Have you ever played dress-up games, Mr. Jonas?"

"Dress-up game?"

As for Miracle Nikki, he just played it a few days ago, and he is very familiar with it!

Not only is there Miracle Nikki, but there is also a damaged version!

"Well, I'll wear whatever Jonas wants me to wear to see you. You can choose the clothes, both inside and outside."

Chelsea snorted lazily and challenged Jonas to a 1v1 duel.

"Actually, I'm not that interested in dress-up games....the third set on the left and the second set on the right."

Chelsi followed instructions and took down the two sets of clothing.

This is a lavender tulle skirt. The plain tulle is soft and light. The skirt adopts an inclined asymmetrical design. The left hem is slightly longer, and the right hem reaches the middle of the thigh, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white and slender leg lines. The perspective design on the chest allows you to vaguely see the clavicle, which is very imaginative. The sleeves are split, and the forearms are exposed at the elbows, which looks particularly sexy.

"You said you didn't want to play, but you made a decision quickly?"

"We are in a hurry..."

Jonas's rebuttal seemed a little pale at this moment. Soon, Chelsea changed her clothes. At this time, she pretended to accidentally forget that she was still on the phone. She said hurriedly, "I'll be there soon," and then hung up Jonas.

Was it intentional or accidental? Jonas felt that Chelsea was being careless on purpose.

However, these episodes should not be important. After all, I asked Chelsea to come here to see the mecha.

You must watch it thoroughly!

Chapter 500: Chelsea: I really didn’t do anything

Mecha, men’s romance.

Who, as a kid, didn’t want to ride on a giant mecha and engage in hand-to-hand combat with another giant creature, or pull out a laser cannon from the back and fire a fierce shot at the opponent, causing the opponent to wail.

Of course, with current technology, it is impossible to build a mecha that is dozens of meters long, can be controlled, can fly, and can fire a laser cannon from the back.

Unless you try something cheap and make it bloom in your dream.

Otherwise you really won’t see it.

If that kind of huge mecha is the romance of men, then the fourth-generation tactical mecha is the romance of District 25.

It is expensive, but worth the money. As long as it appears on various battlefields, its powerful firepower combined with qualified pilots or AI will directly become a life harvester on the battlefield, turning the battlefield into a complete meat grinder.

There is a saying that.

For others to become the strongest mecha, they need to make repeated improvements, adaptations, and researches, but you only need to start, and you will be the trump card that changes the battlefield, a natural trump card.

This statement is definitely not a joke. Compared with those mechas, the fourth-generation tactical mecha has a kind of strange beauty in terms of numbers.

When it comes to mechas, no matter what else they are made of, as long as their materials are harder than yours and their systems are better than yours, they can crush everything.

What if there comes an ace pilot whose manual control is better than AI?

Then just pile up money. It has to consume energy. Can't my hundred AI-controlled fourth-generation tactical mechas kill you?

That being said, money doesn’t appear out of thin air. It is not enough to achieve mass production. The fourth-generation tactical mecha must also be adequately improved.

Jonas has been busy with these things these days and has achieved some results.

The office door slowly opened and Chelsea walked in. She was already beautiful, and with that dress she looked even more gentle and charming. Her original strong woman temperament was also weakened a bit. It must be said that Jonas had a good vision.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Let's go."

Chelsea flipped her hair and walked over to Jonas.

She was not as interested in mecha as others, but it was the trump card of District 25, and she always attached great importance to her trump card.

She and Jonas are completely on the same front and can even be said to be the closest partners. Once the Alte Group encounters any problems, Chelsea will do her best to help. It is also for this reason that if the Alte Group and District 25 lose against the Federation, she will not be better off.

"Well, let's go."

Jonas nodded and took Chelsea to the place where the mecha was developed. Soon, they arrived at the place where the fourth-generation tactical mecha was assembled. The assembly line was still the original one, but the parts on it were very different from the previous ones.

"Did you replace the parts?"

Chelsea looked at the metal blocks that were very different from what she remembered and asked Jonas curiously.

These metal parts have changed so much since the first time I saw them that you can tell at a glance.

"Well, the original place where basic parts were produced has been changed. These are where new parts are produced. They will be assembled immediately after production. The technology of the fourth-generation tactical mecha has been finalized. It is much simpler and more labor-saving to make progress on the existing technology than to rashly develop the fifth or sixth-generation tactical mecha. Money should be spent wisely."

Jonas looked at the fourth-generation tactical mechas in the distance, which were very different from the previous ones, and felt that they were still not big enough, but they were enough now: "These fourth-generation tactical mechas are different from the previous ones. Both the external materials and the thrusters have been completely updated. After using new technologies, these materials are much harder than before, and the thrusters can burst out faster speeds with less energy, and the service life is also longer than before."

Improvements on parts are much better than directly replacing technology. When the technological levels of both parties are similar, improving existing parts is much faster than researching a new technology.

Even if they could develop the fifth generation of tactical mechas, what would that do? It would take much longer than improving the parts. If they had that much time, the Federation would probably have already attacked them.

Now is the last calm before the storm. As long as it can save time to improve the fourth-generation tactical mecha, it is acceptable to spend as much money as possible. In other words, Jonas hopes that the scientific research department can maintain this state where results can be achieved as long as money is spent.

You have to know that there are many places in the world where no matter how much money is spent, satisfactory scientific and technological results cannot be achieved.

"Mass production is already a pleasant surprise, and it can also improve the fourth-generation tactical mecha... When will we use these to help the consortium?"

Chelsea was quick-witted and quickly figured out how to use this information to benefit the Alte Group.

To put it simply, the purpose is to release this information to give District 25 more confidence, and then dispel the shadow of the federal attack on the Alte Group a few days ago, and restore it to its original state, or even better than before.

"No, these are just technological breakthroughs. The news should not be released."

"Not only can it not be released, it also needs to be blocked. It's not that the information is so important, but I have an idea in my mind."

Jonas looked at the fourth-generation tactical mecha: "Although the cohesion of District 25 is already very high, I just don't trust a group that is not led by me... Well, or rather, the Alte Consortium has taken the lead, but this is far from enough."

"Come on, I'll show you how the fourth-generation tactical mecha has been improved. Maybe that will give you some peace of mind."

Jonas made a joke. He knew that whether Chelsea came to see these things or not, she had enough trust in him. Or maybe she had some concerns about going to war with the Federation before, but now they have disappeared completely.

"Forget about the reassurance. Tell me more about the improvements in the technology. If you need me to promote it someday, I can make up something based on that."

Chelsea might not know much about the fourth-generation tactical mecha, nor does she understand how materials and technology have advanced. But when she saw Jonas introducing them to her, she wanted to hang around here for a while and chat with Jonas about the things he likes.

After a while, when everyone needed to be introduced to Chelsea, the two returned to the office. As soon as Jonas sat on the sofa, Chelsea sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder.

"Want to lie down for a while?"

Chelsea put her arm around Jonas' shoulders, let him lie on her lap, and gently stroked his forehead.

Jonas turned his head to the side and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he felt that Chelsea didn't make any movements. She just kept stroking his forehead. Slowly, he felt a little sleepy.

He slowly fell asleep in Chelsea's arms.

Chapter 501: The War May Begin

At first, no one paid attention to this Mars.

Maybe it's a little noise between you and your neighbors, maybe it's your dissatisfaction with your boss's behavior, maybe it's your dissatisfaction with not getting overtime pay, or maybe it's looking at those company dogs showing off and wondering angrily why can't I be the company dog?

When you get home, you scroll through the news indifferently and eat the cheapest frozen food. This may be the happiest moment for you. After all, when you get off work, you see those idiots from the slums rummaging through garbage cans to eat. You are much better than them. But at the same time, you wonder why they don’t find a job. Are they unwilling to do it?

Just as you walked out of the alley, you suddenly heard that the group of people in the slums were actually running from the Federation. You smiled disdainfully, and a sense of superiority naturally rose in your heart. Is the Federation good? Don’t you still have to come to District 25 to rummage through garbage?

You seem to have forgotten that the poor have no dignity anywhere, whether in the Federation or the 25th District. After that, when you were full, you threw the garbage into the trash can, got on your own bed, and casually browsed the latest news. One of the news that came across said that a large number of refugees from the Federation were pouring into the 25th District.

You didn't pay attention and fell asleep unknowingly.

Soon, it's a new day. You get up exhausted, look at the almost expired breakfast in the refrigerator, think about your mortgage, and decide to eat this for dinner.

Although life is overwhelming you, you can still see a glimmer of hope in the darkness. In District 25, you are almost paying off your mortgage, and your small apartment can already become a place you can own in the future. When you think of this, you feel full of motivation.

You got a bonus today and you were very happy because you could have a good meal. When passing by that alley, you hesitated for a while and transferred the meal money to them. This money was only enough to buy the cheapest food, maybe not even food, but you still felt satisfied because you did a good thing. Although you may have thought about being a good person and doing good things in the future when you were a child, you have never done good things when you grew up.

After they thanked you, you smiled and walked towards the diner. You vaguely heard something about burning District 25 to ashes, but you didn't pay much attention. After eating and drinking, you browsed the news and saw the destruction and chaos caused by the federal refugees to District 25. You felt a little uneasy.

Damn it, what are the peacekeeping forces in District 25 doing? Why don’t they capture these refugees quickly!

Even if you were just giving alms to the federal refugees, you started cursing them the next moment. This may be the bad nature of human beings.

After paying the bill, you staggered back home, only to find that there seemed to be smoke coming from the direction of your home.

You ran over there in a hurry. On the way, you saw the group of refugees you had given alms to playing with lighters frolickingly. You panicked even more and ran towards home with all your might, but you only saw the house on fire.

You knelt on the ground, thinking about your elderly parents, your girlfriend who cheated you out of 300,000 yuan in betrothal gifts and ran away, the good things you did today, and the group of refugees who were grinning and playing with lighters.

You cried, you...

"What a piece of shit you wrote. I'm telling you, if you come up with such a bad manuscript again, your mother and the mothers of all the people in the Federation's Mison family will die together."

In the media agency, the copywriters who usually write gossip and edit after-dinner jokes are all busy. They received a big order in the past few days, and their ears have long been immune to the boss's lectures.

"Forget it. Now is a critical period. The sponsor over there has promised that no matter the quality, as long as you publish an article, you can earn money, but the requirement is that it is attractive enough and provocative. Let me think..."

The boss of the media agency was smoking a cigarette, and after a while he circled a few circles on the manuscript.

"First, change the peacekeeping force in District 25. We can't afford to offend them. Damn, I told them not to vent their emotions on the manuscript. If they were seen, we would all be homeless. Don't they know this? Or do they want me dead?"

He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and the ashtray immediately made a soul-stirring sound - there are endless new and interesting gadgets in District 25, such as the ashtray with programmable sounds.

"The second point is to highlight the character of the federal people, to portray them as servile and fawning when they get the money, and to tell the readers with the greatest force that no matter how kind the federal people are to you on the surface, they will stab you in the back."

He doesn't care about rationality. As long as the manuscript can stir emotions, it is a good manuscript. For the sake of these emotions that can make money, it doesn't matter if some things are omitted. Once the cause and effect are gone, the money will come in piles.

"Third, when writing about the protagonist's emotions, don't write about the hardships he endured in that crappy company. All companies in District 25 work overtime voluntarily. It's the employees' dedication to making the company more prosperous. Then, when writing about his house, the first thing that comes to mind is not property, but his parents who raised him, his wife who smiles and hopes for a better life, and his children who curl up in a house far away from the center of District 25, hoping that their father can come back to support them."

"What, the protagonist doesn't have these things? Add them to me, add them hard! This is not news, we don't need authenticity, we just need to stir up emotions!"

"Fourth, every story needs an ending, and the best ending is when the protagonist commits suicide... No, that's not right. It's when the protagonist goes crazy and watches the refugees he once helped live a good life with his property from who knows where. He finally wakes up for a short while, curls up and cries, and after waking up, he begs for alms half-crazy!"

The boss became more and more angry as he spoke, as if he had put all his emotions into the conversation. He slammed the table hard and said, "Fuck, these federal dogs must have received money from the federal government to burn down the house that we worked so hard to pay off half of the mortgage on. We must create this feeling, do you understand?"

After many revisions to the manuscript, when it was brought up again, the ashtray had been successfully filled into a puff, but it was black.

This time, the manuscript was very good, and the boss dragged it into the folder with confidence, waiting for the opportunity to send it to the sponsor who needed the manuscript.

Sometimes, the first thing attracted by the flesh and blood is not the lion, but the vultures circling in the air. They are the first to sense the taste of the flesh and blood, and then circle quietly, waiting for a certain opportunity.

But when he learned that all his colleagues had these orders, he reacted immediately.

The war may be about to begin.

Chapter 502: Countermeasures

Jonas woke up again. It was already night. The soft touch behind his head was gone, replaced by a familiar pillow.

The communication message popped up at the right time. It was a voice message from Chelsea, sent half an hour ago.

"Something happened at the company, so I'm going back now. I thought you were just taking a nap for a few hours, but I didn't expect you to sleep for so long... I have something else to do at the company, and your Miss Eiffel is here too... It's a pity that this dress won't be used today. Of course, if you want it when you wake up, you can come to me directly."

Chelsea's voice sounded, and at the end, there seemed to be a hint of ridicule while there was regret in it.

But Jonas probably won't look for her for a while. It's not that he doesn't like her, but he's afraid that if he looks for her, he won't be able to get up until tomorrow afternoon.

Some girls can be satisfied in just an hour, while others may take a whole day to satisfy.

But Chelsea just said that Eiffel is here too...

Jonas looked towards the position where he usually sat, and sure enough, his beautiful secretary was sitting there, concentrating on the documents on the table. However, her hands did not move for a long time, and it seemed that she was reading a communication. When she saw that Jonas had woken up, she told the person on the other end that she would contact him later, and then hung up the call.

"Mr. Jonas, you're awake."

Eiffel's face was calm, but the next sentence made Jonas, who was still wondering whether Chelsea just happened to meet Eiffel on her way out, give up his fantasy: "Does Miss Chelsea's thigh feel comfortable?"

Very comfortable.

She's actually more comfortable in your clothes than this.

It was impossible for Jonas to say this directly. In fact, this idea just popped up in his mind when he was still dazed after waking up.

"I fell asleep as soon as I lay down, so I didn't feel it very clearly. If Miss Eiffel is interested, I can ask Miss Chelsea to come over and try. I have a good relationship with her, so Miss Chelsea shouldn't mind this."

Jonas sat up and said sincerely, "Of course, I'm not asking me to feel it carefully, but to let Miss Eiffel try it. I think it's better to experience it yourself than to hear it with your ears."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jonas, I don't have this habit."

Eiffel was still cold, but after a few seconds, her tense face relaxed again: "You are looking for Miss Chelsea because of the research department, right? The fourth-generation tactical mecha?"