Chapter 1927
News from Curator Roy
Chapter 1927 News from Curator Roy
"Colonel! Colonel!! I... I've made contact!!"
While everyone was busy cleaning up the war-torn city and trying to restore life to its former tranquility, Director Roy, who had disappeared for some time, finally reappeared and excitedly pushed open the office door, shouting loudly.
Little did he know that the moment he pushed open the door, everyone in the office turned to look at the curator of the weapons museum. The old man was suddenly stunned, as if something had grabbed his neck, and stared blankly at the two people standing in front of his desk.
"you···"
"You...you..."
Curator Roy pointed at Brad for a moment, then his trembling finger moved to Amuro, his throat making a hoarse sound, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Apart from He Ming, everyone else was completely baffled, unable to understand what this old man, who had excitedly opened the door but then pointed at Brad and Amuro and couldn't utter a single word for a long time, was trying to do.
"Hahaha! Curator Roy, you've come at the right time! Let me introduce you."
He Ming immediately knew that Curator Roy recognized Brad and Amuro's identities.
This is also inevitable.
Roy, the curator who can even find photos of the Banshee Gundam from the original timeline being dismantled, how could he not recognize Bright and Amuro, two celebrities from the UC era?
"no no!"
Director Roy waved his hand repeatedly, took several deep breaths, and then looked at Brad and Amuro with shining eyes.
"Colonel Ming. This is Captain Brad Noah, commander of Londo Bell, and this is Amuro Ray, the legendary Newtype pilot, right?"
"London Bell? Captain Brad, has our fleet been renamed? Oh, no. Should I say, did Colonel Ming release you from the fleet to operate independently?"
Upon hearing this, Amuro immediately joked.
"No. I'm afraid this refers to the fleet I led in the future in the original timeline!"
Brad already knew from Hathaway that he would be commanding an independent fleet called Lund Bell in the future, so he wasn't surprised.
Instead, a sense of vigilance gradually rose in his heart.
It should be noted that Hassawi was standing right next to him.
Since the other party could recognize him and Amro, they should also recognize Hasavi.
If Hathaway carries out his plan to the end, regardless of success or failure, it will definitely cause a huge uproar in the Earth-Moon Sphere.
However, the other party did not recognize Hasavi's identity.
"Director Roy certainly has a sharp eye. That's right. This is Lieutenant Commander Brad Noah, now the captain of the Judgment, who commands the Punishment space fleet when I'm away. And he is Amuro Ray, the Punishment's ace pilot..."
After introducing everyone in the office to Curator Roy, He Ming noticed that Brad seemed to be thinking about something and would occasionally glance at Hassavi.
Clearly, Brad has noticed some of Hassawi's future trajectory.
"Captain Brad, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you privately later."
Brad was taken aback, then realized that He Ming probably wanted to talk to him about Hassawi.
"Yes, I understand, Colonel."
After everyone got to know each other, He Ming got down to business.
"So, Director Roy, have you contacted the Federation military officers here?"
Curator Roy nodded heavily, then a hint of resentment appeared on his face. "We made contact! But those bastards refuse to admit they abandoned Border Four and ran away. Instead, they told me to ignore it and wait for the Federation fleet to come to our rescue!"
In his excitement, Director Roy slammed his fist on the table and cursed.
"Damn it! If I wait for those bastards to call the fleet over, I'll be a pile of stinking rotten flesh by now."
At He Ming's prompting, Christina, who was standing nearby, offered the excited old man a glass of water.
"Ah! Thank you!"
After drinking a few sips of water and calming himself down a bit, Director Roy let out a long sigh.
"Let's not talk about those bastards. After trying to contact several officers without success, I finally got in touch with Deputy Commander Cameron. After hearing about the situation at Border No. 4, he only asked a few questions about his son's situation and then expressed his wish to meet with Colonel Ming."
"Commander Cameron? Is that Dwight Cameron's father?"
He Ming got up and looked out the window.
Not far away is the temporary resettlement point for the citizens.
Although many citizens have returned home as the fighting has ended, some still feel unsafe and have chosen to remain at the temporary shelter.
Dwight Cameron was among these people.
"Ah, yes! It's this little guy."
“Okay, I understand! Director Roy, you can reply to Vice Commander Cameron that I am willing to meet with him. But the location must be chosen here at Border Four.”
He Ming thought for a moment and added a sentence.
"In addition, Director Roy might want to share some information with Commander Cameron. The Earth Federation fleet has accepted my request and is heading this way."
Curator Roy was startled and quickly asked.
"Really? No, it really is the Earth Federation fleet from this era? The Titans? The Valley?"
"No. It's not the Titans, or the Abyss fleet. It's the Federation fleet that has assembled under General Rebil's command and is heading here at full speed."
He Ming chuckled lightly.
"Oh! It's the Federation fleet! Oh... um?! Wait! Who? Who commands this fleet?!"
At first, Director Roy was quite happy, but after realizing what had happened, he looked like he had seen a ghost and rushed to his desk, staring intently at He Ming's mask.
If he weren't unable to take action, Curator Roy would have liked to remove He Ming's mask on the spot to see if the face beneath it was lying.
"It's absolutely true. It's the space fleet led by General John Ibrahim Reibir of the Earth Federation Forces. Director Roy, this era is very different from the era you know. I hope you can maintain a calm attitude in the future."
"Ah, oh, oh. It's General Rebil, it really is General Rebil! He, he's still alive?!"
At this point, Director Roy could no longer hear what He Ming was saying. He simply turned around blankly and, driven by instinct, left the office.
"It seems that the altered history will be a bolt from the blue for people from the future!"
As Brad sighed, his gaze remained subtly fixed on his son.
If General Rebil was able to reverse his fate and survive the deadlock of the One Year War, remaining active to this day, then what about Hassawi from the future?
Can they, living in the past, intervene in Hathaway's future?
As he pondered, Brad sensed He Ming's gaze directed at him.
"Perhaps Colonel Ming has a solution?"
(End of this chapter)