Chapter 638: Years of Planning in Vain

"Are you ready?" Standing on the top floor of the second tallest building in Granada, Heyman Jamitov looked down through the glass window at the vehicles and pedestrians below that were as small as ants.

"Everything is ready, Lord Jamitov."

"Well, let's get started."

"But Lord Koniman..."

"Bang~!"

Without giving any chance or hesitation, Heymer Jamitov shot the questioning subordinate and sent him to see God.

The others present turned a blind eye to all this, as if nothing had happened, and just bowed their heads to Heymer Jamitov.

"Clean it up."

"Yes." XN

He dragged the body out of the room, and someone quickly replaced the carpet, cleaned it up, and even cleaned up the unpleasant smell of blood, and then left, leaving Heymer Jamitov alone.

"Koenemann? Haha, just a useless chess piece." Heimer Jamitov continued to look down at the "ants" under his feet, raised his lips, walked to the wall, opened the secret door, walked into it and disappeared.

...

People from Granada and Von Braun, perhaps the top executives of the company, or ordinary white-collar workers, or even homeless people in dark corners, many people's PADs suddenly vibrated, took a look at the message, and their eyes suddenly became sharp. People who knew them and those who didn't know them all subconsciously took two steps back, frightened by the sudden change in temperament.

But the next second, more people suddenly appeared around these people, some were strangers, some were their familiar friends and colleagues. When these people were about to do something, they suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in their necks, arms or somewhere else, and felt an unknown liquid being injected into their bodies, and then lost consciousness, collapsed in his arms, and was taken away silently.

The abandoned port hides several [Samiras-class] cruisers and [Musai-class] cruisers, and even a [Mazeren-class] battleship, a [Chebe-class] high-speed heavy cruiser, and a [Zanzibar-class] mobile cruiser.

And these warships are equipped with enough MS, from the [Zaku], [Tiger], [Great Demon], [Warrior] of the Principality of Zeon to the mass-produced heretics of the Federation!

"Lord Jamitov's order, we can start."

"Understood." XN

Whether it is the crew members or the MS pilots, the voices of the answers are without any emotion, as stiff as machines, and they are undoubtedly busy with their own work, executing according to the plans made in advance, without their own thinking, without the agility of humans.

As the order was issued, everyone received the plan and their respective tasks and took action.

The engine ignited, the battleship set sail, and the MS took off, but...

Just now, except for the abandoned port, these mechanical people finally had human expressions on their faces.

Fear!

Outside the abandoned port, what awaited them was not the mission target, but groups of Federation warships and MS. The dark muzzles and cannons had locked onto them, and the bright lights were waiting to be fired.

"This is the 32nd Mobile Fleet of the Earth Federation. Surrender immediately, otherwise our army will attack. Repeat, surrender immediately, otherwise our army will attack..."

"Sir, high energy reaction detected, the other side has launched an attack!"

"Really?" The commander pressed down the brim of his hat and gave a cold order: "Attack begins, destroy all."

"Understood!"

...

In the Earth-Moon orbit, Kim Koniman led his fleet toward the moon, but before he saw the moon, he was stopped by the Federation fleet in front.

"That's it! Rebil..." Looking at the black-gray [Qilin-class] battleship in the center of the fleet, Kim Koniman recognized that it was Rebil's exclusive vehicle - [General Rebil].

If he had just encountered an ordinary federal fleet, Kim Koniman would have had a chance to use his identity and rank to check and balance the other side, but he didn't expect that it was Rebir who led the team to capture him. Rebir's personal arrival meant that there was no room for maneuver between the two sides.

"Beep beep beep..."

"Sir, there is a communication request from the General Rebir."

"Take it."

"Yes."

After the communication was connected, Kim Koniman looked at the familiar face on the screen and slumped in the captain's seat. His gray hair turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to go out in person." There was no greeting, no questions or confrontation. The meeting between the two had already explained a lot.

"The riots in Granada and Von Braun have already... no, it should be said that there is no chance of riots."

"Haha, old fox, is everything in your plan? You have been waiting for this moment for a long time, right?"

"... I have been giving you opportunities, and I believe you will not make this decision."

"Oh, yes, but... what choice do I have?"

"... Did you know it a long time ago?"

"Jamitov thought I was kept in the dark, but he didn't know that if I hadn't secretly assisted him in the demise of the Kleisman family, his plan would have had no chance of success. Even after success, I was secretly protecting him, otherwise he wouldn't be alive now."

That's right, Kim Koniman had seen through Heimer Jamitov a long time ago, and even had been taking care of Heimer Jamitov, deliberately pretending that he knew nothing and was being used by him.

"Why?"

"... His mother... is my aunt, although she was kicked out of the family back then."

"... You said you had no choice, now I give you two choices." Having said that, there is no need to continue chatting. If you want to chat, it should be in private. "Surrender, I guarantee that you will retire with honor in your current position, or die in battle, charged with treason."

"Haha, planning for decades, in the end it's all in vain." Kim Koniman laughed self-deprecatingly and waved to his subordinates, "Disarm all and surrender to General Rebil."

Kim Koniman gave up, not because he didn't want to resist, but because he couldn't resist at all. His fleet was all old-style battleships, and the other side was all new-style battleships, and there were more of them, more MSs, and more powerful weapons than them. There was no chance of winning in a fight.

Also, Kim Koniman was tired. Back then, he had completed the instructions of his favorite aunt, and he did it well enough. He couldn't see any hope of success, so he simply gave up. He could retire with the highest treatment and enjoy a short retirement life, instead of ending his life with the infamy of a sad traitor.

And his subordinates, Kim Koenigman could see that no one wanted to resist, no one wanted to become a traitor.

…

On Earth, in the Speaker's home, the Speaker looked at Cruze sitting opposite him with a grim expression, and the room was surrounded by big men in black suits and sunglasses.

"Kruse, do you know what you are doing!?"

"Of course I know, Mr. Speaker."

"Kidnapping the Speaker of the Federation is treason!"

"First of all, this is your home, I didn't kidnap you, and secondly... the person who committed treason is not me but you, Mr. Speaker. No, it should be the [Continental Renaissance Foundation] including you? Or the [Restoration Society]?"

"You!" Hearing the name of the [Continental Renaissance Foundation], followed by the long-buried [Restoration Society], the Speaker's expression changed from ferocious to panic, "What are you talking about? I don't know!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Speaker." Kruse maintained an elegant smile and handed a document to the Speaker, "Take a look first, maybe you will remember something."

"..." The Speaker was unmoved and didn't look at the information. It was clear that he knew nothing, but Kruse said another name, which broke his defense again.

"The Klesman genocide case?"

"You! How did you..."

"Let's take a look."

The speaker knew he couldn't hide anymore, so he picked up the document with trembling hands and flipped through it page by page. Every time he turned a page, his face turned paler. At the end, the document slipped from his hands and he knelt on the ground with a "thump".

"Please! Let me go! I was forced back then! I will recommend you to be the next speaker of the federal parliament, as long as you let me go! Oh, and the property! I can give it to you, and I can help you convince others! And Heimer Jamitov, I can tell you all his arrangements and plans! Granada and von Braun! He plans to attack Granada and von Braun! And Yang Hui's..."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Cruze smacked his lips and shook his head, "Mr. Speaker, I'm not interested in what I already know."

"You...what did you say!?"

"Don't worry, that old tofu...well, I like this nickname very much. He has someone to deal with it, and None of his plans will succeed, so... Mr. Speaker, you should know..."

"I know! I know what to do! I will convince others to support you to become the new Speaker..."

"No, you are wrong. First, others do not need you to convince them; second, I do not want to be the Speaker. You should nominate General Gepu as the new Speaker. Do you understand?"

"This..."

"Hmm? Is there a problem?"

"No...No! I know what to do!"

"Well, very good."

Kruze got up and left. The file was given to him, and there was no need to keep someone to monitor him. If he dared to show him the file, the Speaker would naturally think that it was a copy and there was a backup, so he would not dare to mess around.

As for the property mentioned earlier...it depends on his consciousness. Kruze is not interested, but if he knows what is good for him, he should cut off his arm and find a beautiful name to give to the Earth Federation.

If he does not know what is good for him...haha.

...

In Granada, a convoy drove towards the suburbs. Heimer Jamitov sat in the car in the middle with his legs crossed, and the direction they were heading was exactly where Yang Hui's secret base was.

"Haha, it's well hidden. It took me so much effort to find the exact location, but all of this will be mine." As he got closer to the target, Heimer Jamitov's smile became wider and wider.

At the beginning, he guessed that Yang Hui had a secret base. No matter how powerful Yang Hui was, it was impossible for him to develop a brand new MS in such a short time and bring so many new technologies to the Federation.

And the people he planted in Anaheim did not find that Anaheim had studied these technologies, including many emerging civilian technologies that appeared suddenly.

This made Heimer Jamitov guess, and after a difficult investigation, he found the location of this secret base.

"Sir, we're here." The vehicle stopped and the people in the car were fully armed.

"Let's act, kill everyone, and try not to destroy the things inside."

"Yes."

The armed personnel quickly got off the car, found the secret entrance, opened the entrance through the hacker program, and entered one after another.

The sound of fighting had been heard near the moon. Heimer Jamitov was listening, enjoying, and imagining a beautiful future. Everything was going according to his plan.

But soon, he found something wrong. After his people went down, he didn't hear any gunshots, and even didn't get a reply.

"What's the situation?" Heimer Jamitov asked with the intercom, but the other side didn't reply.

Heimer Jamitov, who was good at self-protection, immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned to the driver's seat and was about to drive away, but...

"Damn it..."

The heavy footsteps were all in his ears, and the vibration was transmitted to his buttocks and back through the seat. He turned his head and saw that several Gundam Astray were approaching rapidly.

"Damn it~!"

He was about to step on the accelerator when he started the car. At this time, the intercom received a response, which made him stop the movement of his right foot.

"Old tofu, come down to talk? Or die with the crime of treason?"