Although the office of the technical department is messy, the environment is comfortable. At least Brandt Valris, the boss of the mechanics team, looked at the luxurious desks here and the most advanced computers that can be bought in the world today. These hangars full of engine oil and sweat smells on the surface are incomparable.

"How is it? New OS?" As soon as Rhode came in from the door, his face was as cold as ever, but the enthusiasm in his tone could not be concealed.

"It has been completed 94%. According to the habits of natural people, I really have to thank the designer of ZAFT. At least I didn't let me start from scratch." The doctor pushed his glasses. Although his tone was always superior, he was very tired. Everyone in the entire technical department had this look, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco. It can be seen that the people in the technical department have been laying on their work day and night for the past three days.

There is only one purpose, and try to rewrite the OS operating system of the coordinator.

"You are such a genius, 'Doctor'." Rhodes praised someone for his rare praise. He is now a perfect decision to rescue this blonde bastard from the FBI. Of course, the mercenaries are not as good as those scientists in the government who are well-treated and crowded, but the geeks and geniuses are still unbearable for those who follow the rules of the government.

"I never deny that I am a genius. Those bastards in the Atlantic are so hard to want me because they are jealous of my skills." The "Dr." pushed his glasses again, feeling proud. He also resented the wanted order of the Atlantic Federation. He didn't know that the blonde bastard invaded the computer of the headquarters of the United Army of the Earth and placed some disharmonious content on it, which made the United Army from commander to private hate this guy.

"You will go to Katharine to receive a bonus of 1 million later, and you deserve this kind of treatment." Rhodes did not want to continue talking about this topic, so he simply offered a high bonus. Although this is already higher than the income of a mercenary who survived for a year, the contribution made by the researchers is equivalent to dozens of soldiers. Is on-call technology the primary productive force?

The doctor nodded and asked the assistants around him to copy the data and hand it over to Brandt. Then he said, "Okay, we have finished our work, and let the mechanic complete it next... Ah, I really hate this day without any lights underground. I am going to travel to Alaska next."

"If you are not afraid of the FBI throwing you into the cell." This time, Rhodes sarcastically said a bit proud blonde bastard, just kidding, go to the Earth United Headquarters? Go and commit suicide? If this guy dies, Rhodes doesn't know where to find a scientist with such a technology NB. To be honest, the entire mercenary group still doesn't know whether the doctor is a coordinator or a natural person, but this IQ should be considered a coordinator (it is not ruled out that it is a freak among natural persons).

"Kidding, joke, I'm still preparing to use the power of the entire department to conquer the switchboard of the United Army headquarters again. We must let those bastards taste the great!!!" The doctor first smiled dryly at the angrily leader of the mercenary group, and then gritted his teeth and cursed the Earth United Army. However, since the last scandal forced the then Chief of Staff of the Earth United General Staff to retire, the computer experts of the Earth United have regarded the host more strictly than their wives.

Rhode glanced at the blonde guy who was sitting in his seat and started typing on the keyboard. As long as this guy didn't burn the fire to the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group, he would let him go. The mercenary group had no choice but to attract these geniuses.

He turned to Brandt again and said, "Then start debugging, and try to install the OS onto the MS for two days, and solve the details after I drive." Every driver has his own habits, so he must undergo personal debugging.

"By the way, that OS is incomplete. I am a genius and not a god. Maybe you won't be able to drive smoothly." Rhodes was about to go out, and the doctor who lit a cigarette said again.

"Does it affect the battle?" Rhodes only care about this issue. After all, MS is not his own body, so it is natural to delay movements.

"This should be asked by those of you who drive, from a technical point of view, that can reach an 85% fit."

"Then I'll be relieved." Rhode waved his hand and walked out. As long as he didn't make himself a target on the battlefield, driving problems based on his experience and hard work are definitely stronger than those coordinators of the pride of heaven! At least Rhode has this confidence.

Rhodes returned to the room and continued to pay attention to the boring tug-of-war in the universe. After two days, good news came: Miss Teresa Berdandy, the captured beautiful prisoner of war, finally agreed to cooperate and copied a complete copy of the MS's manipulation table in ZAFT Military Academy.

"I hope you didn't lie to me, Miss Beldandy." Rhode walked into the room where the girl was imprisoned, holding the dozen pages of the booklet in his hand.

"Believe it or not." Teresa hated someone, but was very cold.

"Okay, you will be free after we contact your army, Miss Berdandy." Rhodes was not worried that he would be deceived. As long as he tried it carefully on MS, any problem would be solved. At least he would not be so idiotic that he could not even recognize the self-destruct button.

Teresa smiled for the first time, and she was very beautiful with her delicate face. She seemed to be quite happy with her future where she was about to be free, but Rhodes destroyed her good mood in a flash.

"But there is another thing that requires your cooperation from Miss Beldandy." Rhodesdaw.

"What?!" Teresa raised her voice, then hurriedly put away her smile, as cute as a small animal.

"You have to know that information is always unreliable, so I need an instructor, but you are the only one driving MS in the entire base, so I have to trouble you Miss Berdandy." Rhodes was terrible in his face, or he was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals.

"Call me Theresa." The girl frowned and said with a delicate brow. It was not her proactive show of kindness, but a 16-year-old girl was upset by the 'Miss' call.

"Okay, Teresa, then are you willing to help me? I can guarantee that the more you cooperate, the more efficient we will be in contact with your army." Rhode changed his mouth and shouted. Although he squeezed out a little smile, his smile was filled with shameless threats.

"You... are shameless!!" The girl suddenly bounced off her seat like a kitten stepping on her tail. Her breasts, which were not in line with her age, trembled slightly. Of course, she heard another meaning in Rhode's words, but 'If you don't cooperate, then our work efficiency may be unimaginable'.

I have handed over the operating manual and have to be shamelessly threatened by the other party again.

Thinking of this, the girl was like a deflated ball, sitting back to her seat and nodding in agreement.

"Very good, I will come to you again in two days." Rhode didn't care at all. He nodded and walked out of the room, but he didn't know that after the door was closed, a pillow hit the door heavily.

(You bastard! One day you will have to pay the price!) The girl only has this idea in her heart at this moment.
Chapter completed!