Moreover, after such a long battle, the mecha's energy may not be enough. At this time, I am afraid that a random Dragoon fighter can easily destroy the opponent.

He turned to look at the rows of dragoon mechas behind him.

What he can analyze, dragoon fighters with complete radars can also analyze it.

He grasped the hammer in his hand tightly, glanced at the young agent beside him, and said softly, "Hold the gun."

The young agent was stunned for a moment, but he still tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

Then the two of them saw the pure white Fallen Angel mecha slowly flying over and landing in front of them.

As the mecha approached, the dragoon fighters beside it slowly retreated, creating a hollow in the encirclement.

Gaster watched as the mecha inserted the pure white giant sword back into its back, then slowly stretched out its hand in front of them, staring at them.

"superior!"

Gaster did not hesitate, shouted, and jumped directly onto the mecha's hand. The young agent also jumped on.

Then the pure white Fallen Angel mecha lifted the two of them up slowly, flew in the air, and flew forward.

As the mecha moved forward, the dragoon fighter jets forming a circle slowly split apart, making way for a path.

The hand of the mecha was not big, so it was still a bit crowded for the two of them to sit together. Gaster held the chain in his hand and stared closely at the surrounding dragoon fighters under the night, his muscles tensed.

He could feel that the muzzles of these dragoons were loaded with ammunition, and they were ready to fire a volley at any time.

After the pure white mecha passed through the encirclement of the dragoons, the dragoons on both sides closed together again, and each cold muzzle was aimed at the mecha's back.

Everyone knew that this was their last chance. With just one salvo, there was a high chance that this Fallen Angel mecha would be left behind forever.

All pilots put their hands on the ammunition launch button, and the sound of inhalation seemed to echo in the public platform.

Just when they were about to make their final decision, they saw the Fallen Angel mecha in front of them turn around and 'watch' them calmly.

The whole world fell silent once again, as if only the dragoon pilots were left holding the control stick tightly in their hands and placing their fingers on the launch button.

They looked at the huge mecha outside through the dragoon's window. The burning brilliance of the giant beast in the distance still dimly shone on the pure white paint.

The sound of cold heartbeats seemed to echo in the silent darkness, echoing in everyone's ears.

The pure white mecha was like the angel who brought doomsday divine punishment in the story, watching them calmly.

It seemed that with just one rash move, the raging fire of hell would begin to burn again.

Everyone gripped the joystick tightly, but no one pressed the button that could decide everything.

This short silence seemed to last only a moment, but also seemed to last a long, long time.

Finally, the pure white mecha turned around, the thrusters on its back spurted out light, and disappeared into the silent darkness with its huge body.

A sound like a violent gasp for the rest of the life resounded on the public channel.

One by one, the pilots let go of the sweaty joysticks in their hands and lay back on their chairs like mud.

Cold sweat soaked into everyone's clothes, and everyone was staring in the direction where the mecha disappeared.

Everyone knows that after tonight, a new legend will be engraved in the history of the Federation.

——

United Industrial Building

"The giant sky beast was destroyed?"

The old man with an old face stared at the middle-aged man with his head lowered in front of him, his face as grave as water, "Who did it?"

"It's a fallen angel mecha that seems to come from an unknown seventh force."

The middle-aged man said softly.

"One, mecha?"

The old man's voice became deeper and deeper, with some unreleasable depression, "Are you kidding me?"

"no no···"

The middle-aged man said tremblingly, "That mecha seized on the design flaw of the Sky Behemoth and detonated the Sky Behemoth's main cannon. We have confirmed it with the Rockville Mercenary Group...

The Sky Giant Beast does... indeed have this flaw."

Then he immediately said, "Although there is a small problem with the FBI, overall we have the city under control."

The old man stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes. He knew that this 'deficiency statement' was a common way for subordinates to shirk responsibility.

The behemoth in the sky may really have such a flaw, but that flaw must not be easily broken, otherwise this huge weapon would not have been used safely for so many years.

He took a deep breath and asked directly, "Where is our security minister? Where is that old guy? Didn't he say that he is good at controlling behemoths in the sky?"

"Secretary Minister, he..."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and answered tremblingly, "He was in the command room at the time. After the main gun exploded, the command room was the first thing to be destroyed. He died in the line of duty..."

"Where's Gaster?"

The old man suppressed his voice and continued to ask.

"Gaster was taken away by that mecha,"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, "We have no trace of them now."

"In other words, he ran away?"

The old man's voice almost stopped in a very short time. He directly stretched out his hand, stood up vigorously, and pushed everything off the table, "Trash! It's all trash!!!"

As books and electronic products fell to the ground with a crackling sound, the middle-aged man lowered his head even more.

After a short silence, the old man took a deep breath again, put his hands on the desk,

"Contact the people at Rockville Energy Group and say that we will pay them all the losses of the Sky Behemoth. We will pay the pensions of all the soldiers of the Rockville Mercenary Group who died in this battle. New Energy

For mining orders, we are willing to lower the price by another percentage point."

His fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the desk, and the sides of his palms were a little white due to pressure and ischemia. "But we are at the FBI headquarters and need their help."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man did not dare to raise his head and responded quickly with his head lowered.

"Call the people from the Eternal Secret Cult."

The old man took a deep breath again and looked at the middle-aged man.

"good."

The middle-aged man nodded again.

"Okay, let's go."

The old man let out a long sigh, lay back, and sat back on the chair.

"yes!"

The middle-aged man turned around and walked towards the door.

"Call someone over,"

He had just walked halfway when he heard the old man calling him, "Clean the office."

"OK,"

The middle-aged man nodded immediately, "I'll call someone right away."

With that said, he opened the office door and walked out.

The old man leaned on the leather soft-backed seat and looked out the window at the quiet street under the stars.

The thick curtain of darkness finally covered the city, but it seemed that the strong wind on the stormy sea had blown a gap, making a loud sound.
Chapter completed!