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News spread quietly that many transport fleets sent by Zeon to Granada were sunk.
Even if Kycilia Zabi strictly prohibits it, it will not help.
Granada is indeed controlled by Zeon.
However, there are still many ordinary citizens working in the port of Granada, and the miserable plight of the Zeon soldiers who escaped from the attacked space cannot be concealed.
Especially when the attack first occurred, the name that came from the mouths of these Zeon soldiers who were covered in scars and looked panic spread.
Black Deathwing.
After investigation by interested parties, no one with this title could be found among the Earth Federation or even Zeon's pilots.
An undercurrent quietly centered on Granada and spread to all directions.
Even Fon Brown, a lunar city on the other side of the moon, heard about the deeds of the "Dark Deathwing".
A few days ago, He Ming, who came to Von Brown from a shelter near Granada, was wearing sunglasses and walking on the streets of Von Brown, a city on the moon.
"Mr. He."
A call came from the headset.
As He Ming's eyes moved, he casually walked into a restaurant with a small family, found a seat and sat down.
"I am here."
While taking the menu to order, He Ming responded to the other party.
"Intelligence shows that Zeon has temporarily stopped sending transport fleets to Granada. According to the latest news we have received, Kycilia Zabi seems to want to use her mobile assault force."
Jar's voice kept coming from the headset.
As He Ming's auxiliary personnel, he also came to Feng Brown's side to collect intelligence.
"Do you want to use the fleet? How about the scale?"
He Ming casually closed the menu, raised his hand to signal the staff to come over and order, and then looked towards the door.
On the street outside the door, people were coming and going, creating a prosperous scene.
"We don't know yet. But I suspect it's just a smokescreen."
Jal stated his speculations one by one.
"Mr. He, your recent actions have already made you famous. In this situation, knowing that a small fleet cannot keep Mr. He, you still release information about using the fleet. I am afraid it is to cover up the purpose behind it."
"Oh? What should I say?"
"The Flanagan Institution."
Jarl slowly said a name.
"oh!"
As soon as he heard this name, He Ming suddenly became energetic.
As one of the measures to support the New Human Theory advocated by Zeon, the Flanagan Institution, a facility that studies the New Human phenomenon, has a great reputation.
According to He Ming's memory and understanding of the Flanagon Organization, it is indeed possible that He Ming will be the opponent he is about to face.
"Jael, can you help me keep an eye on it?"
He Ming didn't mention him by name, he just gave instructions casually.
"Yes! Mr. He."
Jal responded and continued.
"The head of the family will move to Feng Brown's side in the near future. The head of the family hopes that Mr. He can attend Bister's family banquet."
"is it safe?"
He Ming was not surprised to be invited to Bister's family dinner.
But as a neutral lunar city, Von Braun's undercurrents in its shadow are no worse than those in Granada.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. He. The head of the family said that Feng Brown will not be in any danger. On the contrary, the Bister family will be safe here."
Jarl briefly explained the layout of the Von Braun lunar city by the Bist family.
The other party said firmly, so He Ming stopped worrying about this matter and accepted the invitation to attend the family dinner.
"Sir, would you like to share a seat?"
When the waiter was serving lunch, a young man wearing a suit and hat appeared in the restaurant.
He took off his hat and politely asked He Ming to share a table.
He Ming glanced at it, pushed the lunch on the table, and made way for a seat.
"Thank you so much!!"
The young man smiled brightly and told the waiter a few names of dishes, then reached out and tapped on the table and made a few strokes.
He Ming glanced at it for a few times and said nothing.
"A few days ago, some colleagues who were not very smart delayed my work. I'm really sorry."
After the young man noticed that He Ming did not enjoy his lunch, he apologized sincerely.
"Not smart? Colleague?"
He Ming laughed a few times.
"Do I know you?"
The smile on the young man's face paused, and then he said.
"No! No! You don't need to know me, sir. You just need to know that I respect your name very much. Now, here on the Moon Circle, who doesn't know the illustrious name of the Black Deathwing!"
"What does it have to do with me?"
He Ming patted the table, stood up and left the restaurant without leaving any time for the young man to react.
When He Ming walked out of the restaurant, he found that the young man did not follow him out. Instead, he was sitting inside with a calm expression, waiting for lunch to arrive.
"Jal. Someone is trying to contact me."
"I will investigate immediately! Sir, please return to the shelter immediately."
"good."
In the restaurant, the young man waved, and several figures walked out from various corners of the restaurant.
"The target is very cautious. But we can't confirm yet that the opponent is the Black Deathwing."
One of the men spoke up.
"That's natural. If those idiots hadn't betrayed the Federation and taken refuge with Kycilia Zabi, the situation wouldn't have turned into what it is now."
The young man shrugged his shoulders.
"However, the news from Granada is that those idiots may have turned into space junk."
"But, we..."
"There's no need to rush. Those are things that big people consider."
The young man waved his hand and pointed at himself.
"And we only need to do the things in front of us. The Black Deathwing is indeed amazing! With a mysterious fighter plane, it was able to completely wipe out a transport fleet under the siege of Musai and Zaku
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"What the Earth Federation lacks now is such extraordinary heroes."
That night.
When Von Braun was shrouded in darkness, He Ming was invited to attend the family banquet of the Bister family.
Although Cartiers said it was a family banquet, judging from the layout of the scene, it did not seem to be a warm family banquet.
Although there was plenty of food and wine, there were no servants except Jarl.
And there were not many participants.
Cardeas, Anna, the infant Banagher, and the sleeping cabin parked at the end of the long table.
"Syam-Bist?"
When He Ming's eyes fell on the dormant warehouse, a name immediately appeared in his mind.
"Welcome to your distinguished guest! I am so old and welcome."
An old voice sounded from all directions, with deep apology in his words.
At the same time, the dormant chamber also slowly rose and opened amidst the buzzing sound of the machine.
The person lying inside then appeared in front of He Ming.
Chapter completed!