"Has the intelligence source been confirmed?" Commander Glass put down the report.

"It's confirmed that the three intelligence personnel who don't know each other's identities have obtained the same information through different channels, and the same information has also been obtained from the group of people who escaped from the Galaxy regiment to apply for political asylum." At this time, the assistant Mishima did not have the habit of playing balls, but simply stood behind the commander with his hands behind his back. "In addition, multiple foldwave detection equipment have been arranged near the Shirley Lu Nome concert, and there will be electronic reconnaissance planes on standby on the main island. As long as she sings, we can determine the authenticity of the information."

"Well... this person did a lot of things when he arrived at Galaxy. On the third day of the time he arrived at Galaxy, he sent out the conspiracy of Nebula Group's Implant technology, sold out the next-generation advanced technology, integrated Nebula Group's assets, and established a new Anaheim Society." Commander Glass continued to read the information about Ian. "The force he owned is not low. A three-kilometer-long warship, a carrier-based aircraft with more than one thousand aircraft, and a physical overwhelming advantage over professional combat transformation people. And a human-shaped carrier-based aircraft that can build a certain particle group?"

"Yes, although there is no combat video, the intelligence personnel learned from the soldiers of the Galaxy New United Army that the maneuverability of this carrier-based aircraft is at least as high as the VF-27, and it also has the ability to move instantly. The firepower and armor are more than several times that of any variable fighter." Assistant Mishima added some of the uncertain intelligence that could not be written on.

"Yansang, are there any ingredients for that hot pot?" It was already evening when Yian and Grace returned from the commander's mansion.

"Yes, hot pot is a thing of random order." Yian ordered a supply from the enterprise account to deliver the goods.

Half an hour later, watching the girls screaming in the room, sweating profusely, and eating Yian's homemade butter hot pot with tears in his nose, Yian felt that the beef in his pot was even more fragrant.

Having said that... sisters, you eat so little meat, don’t you think it’s spicy?

The next day, Shirley Lu and Grace took her bodyguard team to the theater where she was preparing for the performance to select the flight performance team.

A flight performance team landed and ended the show's display.

"No, it's too mediocre."

Another team landed.

"No, the cooperation is too stiff."

"no!"

"no!"

"no!!!"

“…”

"This is OK, write it down."

"no!"

"no!"

All eleven flying performance teams ended the performance. In fact, Shirley was not satisfied, but she was raised from the short one.

"Grace? Which team is the one that is reasonable just now?"

"This one is the team of the pilot's specialized academy." Grace pulled out a paper document.

"What, student?" Shirley was a little disappointed. But after glanced at someone's information, she couldn't take her eyes away.

"What, a singer?" Arut walked over with a helmet.

"Hey Arut!" "Senior Arut!" Michelle and Luca tried to pull Arut back.

"Grace, a sharp-tongued little guy, just choose this team." Shirley read the information and handed it to Grace. "If you listen well, you just need to do the most basic flight performance. In my eyes, you are completely a group of laymen. I just ask you not to make trouble at my concert, do you know?"

"Are you... underestimating us?!" Arut was so angry that he got angry.

"It's just an explanation of the facts."

"you!"

"Hey Arut!" Michel pulled Arut back and asked Luka to control Arut. "I understand, do you need to sign an agreement for performing things?"

"No need or not, just sign the employment contract for the performance. You can do your movements freely." Shirley waved her hand lazily. "Kneel down and rest."

"you!"

"I understand, when will the contract be signed?" Michelle remained calm.

"Since you've asked, Grace?" Shirley turned her head and looked at Grace.

"It's OK now." Grace invaded the printer in the room and printed out a contract directly.

After quickly confirming the terms of the contract, Michelle raised her head in surprise.

"Is the terms preferential treatment too much? Not to mention the issue of remuneration, the entire contract only stipulates that no interference with the performance is allowed and the performance time is agreed."

"It doesn't matter. Even without your concert, it will still be held normally. After all, I am the protagonist of the concert."

"I understand." Michelle wrote his name with a big stroke, put the copy of the contract into his backpack, turned around and left.

"That woman, know Arut?" Michelle was so happy when she thought of this. How could Shirley Lu, an artist, not knowing that Saotou, who was once popular in most of the Milky Way, is there anyone else's princess?

"What, that woman. That attitude... is so annoying!" Arut walked three points more vigorously.

"So, Your Highness, how are you going to fly?"

"Of course it is the most perfect and gorgeous plan! I must make that woman look good! Who does she think she is!"

"Is that the goddess actor who came to earth nine years ago? Still a beauty." Grace retracted her eyes to Arut and the other two who were looking away.

"Hmph, I'm like a child. I'm not even as steady as six years ago."

"Haha." Grace smiled indifferently, always feeling like she smelled some sour smell.

"By the way, the venue of the first concert was a bit simple. There was no holographic image, no real-time dress-up system, only ordinary physical performance props."

"The first performance is always like this. Each ship group holds three concerts. The first one is too gorgeous, and the subsequent concert can't be planned." Grace comforted Shirley helplessly.

"That's right. The stage is not gorgeous enough, and my singing is gorgeous enough."

"The x-95 plasma jet engine, the center of gravity is calculated..."

"It's too light... add two more engines to the back."

"The whole body is equipped with a new phased array radar, and the nose is equipped with large-diameter scanning equipment..."

"I'm going to calculate the center."

"The variable sweep wing is no longer possible, what about the variable sweep wing?"

"It's still not enough... a double beam cannon is installed on the back of the back as a counterweight."

"It's almost done..."

"Fixed arms to install two small double beam machine guns on their arms."

"... Can there be such a large structural load redundancy? The wing strength is good, and the possibility of installing the engine... cannot be installed."

"The leg space is optimized, well, you can stuff it into a group of small solar furnaces. The tail GN particle jet device is installed...complete."

"The center of gravity, lift center is calculated again...completed."

"The test machine begins to be manufactured."

"Has the intelligence source been confirmed?" Commander Glass put down the report.

"It's confirmed that the three intelligence personnel who don't know each other's identities have obtained the same information through different channels, and the same information has also been obtained from the group of people who escaped from the Galaxy regiment to apply for political asylum." At this time, the assistant Mishima did not have the habit of playing balls, but simply stood behind the commander with his hands behind his back. "In addition, multiple foldwave detection equipment have been arranged near the Shirley Lu Nome concert, and there will be electronic reconnaissance planes on standby on the main island. As long as she sings, we can determine the authenticity of the information."

"Well... this person did a lot of things when he arrived at Galaxy. On the third day of the time he arrived at Galaxy, he sent out the conspiracy of Nebula Group's Implant technology, sold out the next-generation advanced technology, integrated Nebula Group's assets, and established a new Anaheim Society." Commander Glass continued to read the information about Ian. "The force he owned is not low. A three-kilometer-long warship, a carrier-based aircraft with more than one thousand aircraft, and a physical overwhelming advantage over professional combat transformation people. And a human-shaped carrier-based aircraft that can build a certain particle group?"

"Yes, although there is no combat video, the intelligence personnel learned from the soldiers of the Galaxy New United Army that the maneuverability of this carrier-based aircraft is at least as high as the VF-27, and it also has the ability to move instantly. The firepower and armor are more than several times that of any variable fighter." Assistant Mishima added some of the uncertain intelligence that could not be written on.

"Yansang, are there any ingredients for that hot pot?" It was already evening when Yian and Grace returned from the commander's mansion.

"Yes, hot pot is a thing of random order." Yian ordered a supply from the enterprise account to deliver the goods.

Half an hour later, watching the girls screaming in the room, sweating profusely, and eating Yian's homemade butter hot pot with tears in his nose, Yian felt that the beef in his pot was even more fragrant.

Having said that... sisters, you eat so little meat, don’t you think it’s spicy?

The next day, Shirley Lu and Grace took her bodyguard team to the theater where she was preparing for the performance to select the flight performance team.

A flight performance team landed and ended the show's display.

"No, it's too mediocre."

Another team landed.

"No, the cooperation is too stiff."

"no!"

"no!"

"no!!!"

“…”

"This is OK, write it down."

"no!"

"no!"

All eleven flying performance teams ended the performance. In fact, Shirley was not satisfied, but she was raised from the short one.

"Grace? Which team is the one that is reasonable just now?"

"This one is the team of the pilot's specialized academy." Grace pulled out a paper document.

"What, student?" Shirley was a little disappointed. But after glanced at someone's information, she couldn't take her eyes away.

"What, a singer?" Arut walked over with a helmet.

"Hey Arut!" "Senior Arut!" Michelle and Luca tried to pull Arut back.
To be continued...