Gundam SEED’s Final Destination

The next day.

Noel said goodbye to the three people, and looked at the three people sitting in the military vehicle and driving away. Noel touched the photo in his hand and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

"This little bastard! You're really going to piss me off—"

When the military vehicle disappeared, Lodo's father Sir Corleon suddenly shouted, "If something happens to this bastard, I'll have to die!"

"Okay, okay, why didn't you say this earlier."

Lodo's mother Terry Sibel could not help but retort after hearing this.

"Isn't that because it gives him face?" Sir Korion replied.

Terry Sibel rolled his eyes when he heard this, turned around and walked towards home.

"Don't worry, Dad, you won't die."

Just when Sir was about to say something, Louise Corleon said with a smile: "If my brother has an accident, I will be there."

"I--"

Sir stopped dead in his tracks, what the hell do I mean?

"hehe--"

Noel couldn't help but smile while listening to the conversation between the three.

The melancholy in my heart also dissipated a lot.

“I hope God bless you—”

While muttering, Noel turned around and left with the photo.

Everyone has his own persistence and path, and all others can do is pray and wish them a smooth road ahead.

However, what Noel didn't know was that just as he turned to leave, in the corner, Sandy, wearing a long white dress, was looking at him intently.

CE·October 15, 72.

The war still rages——

"shooting!"

"attack!"

"attack!"

"Kill them!"

In the core area of ​​the Thirteenth Jungle, over a tribe that has been completely reduced to ruins, a fierce battle is going on between the Eurasian Federation's air fleet and the Atlantic Federation's naval fleet.

Beam, beam cannon, grenade, railgun——

All available weapons were mobilized at this moment.

The interlacing beams were accompanied by booming sounds, and the flames from the explosion of the aircraft filled the sky within a radius of one kilometer.

And at the rear of the battlefield.

A hidden warship floated over the forest sea.

"Matisse, you've delayed this for too long."

Jibril's voice sounded through the communication device in the battleship Gadi Ru.

"Isn't this what you want to see?"

Mattis crossed his legs, crossed his hands on the table and smiled: "You must have had a lot of orders recently. After all, the Eurasian Federation is also your customer."

In fact, the current Thirteenth Jungle is just like the South American battlefield, just a drama directed by high-level politicians.

It's just that its actors are not popular entertainers, but soldiers who hold the belief of protecting their homeland and country.

Sixty percent of the aircraft lost in this war were self-produced by both forces, but the remaining 40% came entirely from LOGOS.

This does not include other orders such as logistics ammunition and cost-free transactions such as royalties.

It can be said that in this war, the benefits obtained by LOGOS were more than twice as high as those in the South American battlefield.

"You should know what I mean!"

A cold light flashed in Jibril's eyes.

Yes, LOGOS did make money, or a lot of money.

But their original purpose was not to simply sell these things, but to inhibit the Eurasian Federation and East Asia from jointly improving the combat auxiliary system.

They must ensure that their technology is advanced enough, only in this way can they have more orders and benefits.

Without a combat auxiliary system, a single MS can only earn 20 to 30 million at most.

But with a machine with a combat auxiliary system, the profit of a single machine can reach at least more than 50 million.

In other words, one MS with a combat auxiliary system can earn as much profit as two MS without systems.

The profits made LOGOS executives almost lost their minds.

One unit costs 50 million, ten units cost 500 million, and one hundred units cost 500 million.

And now LOGOS has received orders for more than 1,400 units——

The Eurasian Federation has 530 units, and the East Asian Federation has more than 930 units.

There are more than 1,400 MSs in total, which bring in profits of at least 70 billion.

Five days into the war, MS alone brought them more than 70 billion in net profits.

Money printing machines are not that fast.

Of course, the people at LOGOS are not idiots. They also know that it is because of the existence of the combat auxiliary system that it has brought them such huge benefits.

But this profit - I can’t bear to part with it.

At least they were reluctant to give up until the order was completed, so no matter what, they had to wait until the order was delivered before they could stop fighting. This was also the reason why the Atlantic Federation did not send the main elite force to fight.

"I don't know what you mean. I only act according to the orders given to me by the Atlantic Federation."

Matisse looked at Jibril with a sarcastic look.

She knew what Jibril meant, it was just that he wanted to end the battle forcefully.

Mattis serves as the top head of the Earth's United Intelligence Division and one of the commanders of the Phantom Pain Force.

The entire Atlantic Federation army in the Thirteenth Jungle was dispatched by Mattis.

So Mattis can stop the fight anytime she wants.

As for Jibril.

Although he is the leader of Blue Cosmos and the leader of LOGOS, he can even influence the orders of the president of the Atlantic Federation.

But LOGOS is different from a clan. It is a huge complex of interest structures.

It was an organization entirely focused on profit.

In the face of the temptation of 70 billion, who can stay calm?

Mattis can roughly guess the thoughts of LOGOS executives.

It's nothing more than delaying the battle for a few more days. They are stopping the battle when the mobile suits are completed and delivered.

In this way, money is made, the fighting stops, and many things are achieved in one fell swoop.

"Those idiots who only care about immediate interests!"

Jibril was so stimulated by Mattis's words that if he could order the Atlantic Federation, he would have ordered it long ago.

But now, 90% of people in LOGOS choose to procrastinate.

The president of the Atlantic Federation is not an idiot, so how could he risk offending most people in LOGOS to support him.

"If you want me to stop the war, please ask the Atlantic Federation Military Department to give me an order. I will wait for good news."

After speaking, Mattis sneered and hung up the communication.

"boom--"

"Matisse - you are asking for death!"

Looking at the dark screen, Jibril threw away the items on the table angrily.

Originally, he was still hesitant about whether to keep Matisse as a chess piece, but now it seems——

the other side--

Mattis, who hung up the communication, quickly received a document.

It's better to say it's a document than a photo, a photo of four people.

"This couldn't have come at a better time—"

Matisse looked at the combination in the photo, with an inexplicable cold smile on his lips.

But after a while.

Matisse suddenly frowned because she found that this address was a little bit——

"Perhaps, this is a good opportunity-"

As his thoughts swirled, Matisse made a decision in his mind. If this plan succeeded, he would not be at a loss.

"Nia Mattis, come to the captain's office -" (To be continued)