Chapter 1673
The Conflict Between Mu and Zuo!
Chapter 1673 The Conflict Between Mu and Zuo!
The wind howled, and Jellette Mesa, sitting in the passenger seat, frowned as she looked around at the scenery.
The panicked crowd, the deafening shouts of protesters echoing through the streets, and even Jellette Mesa saw that many of the protesters were carrying blunt objects, bottles, and the like.
Moreover, after carefully observing the movement of the crowd, Jellette Mesa's expression immediately turned serious.
"Lieutenant Mesa, have you discovered anything?"
The Titans pilot accompanying him noticed Mesa's expression and immediately pressed for an answer.
"The situation is bad! Return to port immediately and report to the captain! The demonstrators may storm the hotel where the delegation is staying, and there is a risk of them being taken hostage."
"what?!"
As the screeching sound of brakes rang out, the Titans pilot, who had been called upon by Jellette Mesa, immediately got out of the car, turned around and ran a few steps to commandeer the taxi that had just completed a passenger transport mission.
After watching his teammates leave, the Titans pilot in charge of piloting the aircraft looked at Jellette Mesa.
"Let's take another route. We must find the delegation as quickly as possible and warn them!"
"Where is the prime minister?"
asked his companion.
"Hmph. All we need to do is protect the mission. As for this decaying colony, let it do whatever it wants with it."
Jellette Mesa snorted and sneered.
The fact that the Titans didn't cause trouble for the Republic of Zeon is already a great act of mercy.
How could they possibly care about the safety of the Prime Minister of the Republic of Zeon?
If they really need to be rescued, then let the garrison handle it. What do these trivial matters have to do with the Titans?
Upon hearing this, the Titans pilots tacitly approved of Jellette Mesa's arrangement.
As members of the Titans, they naturally have a high sense of superiority over the inhabitants of the universe, and in many cases, the members of the Titans do not even regard the inhabitants of the universe as human beings.
As Jerite Mesa said, if it weren't for the presence of the delegation, they wouldn't have needed to come to this colony in disguise to investigate. Instead, they could have simply issued an order to Muzo, which would have been enough to get those politicians who feared the Titans to send the rebels up themselves.
Not sending?
There's nothing we can do about it.
That would mean treating all the residents of the entire colony as equals and dealing with them together.
The Titans have a proven track record of such operations since their founding.
But did Lieutenant Jellette Mesa know this?
The companion shifted his gaze slightly to Jellette Mesa, who was sitting in the passenger seat, constantly watching the movements of the demonstrators not far away, but shrugged and stopped thinking about it.
After all, as a member of the Titans, one would have to face such a situation sooner or later.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly, a fireball rose up in the street, and the force of its explosion shattered all the glass windows of the buildings on both sides of the street.
Beneath the shards of glass, there were crazed faces and madmen rushing towards the hotel and the Prime Minister's residence.
"Envoy! We must prepare to evacuate Muzo immediately! Meanwhile, our people have already gone to the port to contact the Nazca-class ships and prepare the spacecraft!"
When Diego opened the door and saw Durandal still calmly flipping through his book, he immediately became anxious.
Durandal looked at his nervous appearance, smiled slightly, and indicated that Diego did not need to rush, while speaking slowly.
"Let's skip the evacuation from Muzo. This is a rare opportunity, so let's sit in the best seats and watch this good show, shall we?"
"Your Excellency, Councilor Durandal! Now is not the time to watch the show!"
Diego pointed out the window, both amused and exasperated. "Those rioters have started vandalizing the surrounding streets and have amassed a considerable number of people who are heading towards our hotel. I'm afraid we won't be able to handle them all."
Durandal closed the book and chuckled softly.
"Can't go all out? Don't worry about that. Just give it your all!"
Diego was taken aback, suddenly remembering what Lux Klein had specifically instructed him to do before he left.
When necessary, all matters concerning the mission, including the security affairs under Diego's responsibility, shall be entrusted to Durandal's command.
Did Lux Klein foresee this happening before she left?
"Very well! Then, Lord Durandal, please give your orders!"
Diego sighed and decided to follow Lux Klein's instructions.
"Assemble the necessary personnel to guard the hotel lobby and key passageways. Apart from that, only defend and do not launch any offensive attacks."
"Isn't this tantamount to getting beaten up?"
Diego was taken aback and asked in return.
"Get beaten up? Not really. It's just that we need to cooperate with certain people's actions."
After putting the book back on the table, Durandal got up and poured himself and Diego a drink each.
"Lord Durandal, did you plant a spy here beforehand?"
Diego looked at Durandal with a puzzled expression.
"Haha! How could that be? I'm not some kind of prophet who could know in advance that this world would be swept up by that so-called dimensional quake, and thus lay out my plans on this strange Earth that has undergone several unimaginable changes. The only ones who could do this, besides the mastermind behind this situation, are probably gods."
Durandal handed the cup to Diego, then took his own cup, walked to the window, and slightly opened it to gaze into the distance at the mansion in a residential area across the street, a mansion that was still seen as a symbol of hope by the citizens of the Republic of Zeon.
"Cheers to the name of Zeon!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Explosions, shouts, and screams echoed once again over Muzo, startling all the pedestrians who rushed home or sought refuge in nearby shelters.
In one particular area, despite the emptiness and lack of shelter, many citizens of Muzo gathered, looking fearfully at the world outside, lest they see the shouting rioters at the end of the street.
"Don't be nervous! No bad people will come here."
Behind the iron gate, an old man reached out and patted the head of the child huddled beside him, offering words of comfort.
"This is the resting place of Zeon Zum Deikun. Those people won't come here to cause trouble."
"boom!!"
Suddenly, the citizens in the mausoleum heard an explosion from overhead.
Everyone looked up and discovered that it was the Prime Minister's official residence.
"That...that's Lord Darsia Bakhaev's residence. It's been breached by thugs?!"
I need to get up at six tomorrow morning, so I'll only post two updates today and make up for it tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)