Chapter 938: Chapter 574: Enemy Attack_1
The instructor ultimately did not agree to Tiffany Bell’s request on the spot.
He didn’t have the power to do so.
But he could report her request to his superiors, and naturally, soone would make a decision.
Unfortunately, given the instructor’s status, he didn’t even have the right to know who the decision-maker was.
“The report reached . The Executive Committee needs to present a rigorous comprehensive argunt on whether to grant Tiffany Bell special privileges.”
Star said to Harrison Clark.
Harrison Clark nodded, “After the argunt is over, at least give her three more training test opportunities.”
“OK.”
The rigorous argunt was over in an instant.
When Tiffany Bell learned that she had indeed received three more chances to try, she didn’t show too much excitent.
Tom had once said that he would not accept other pilots.
So Tom must have arranged sothing behind this matter.
Although she didn’t know how he did it, the wisdom that could create such combat tutorials could certainly have so unique abilities.
In a sense, Tiffany Bell accidentally guessed the truth.
K89515 Central Galaxy’s inhabited space station.
Streets were bustling with cars and pedestrians.
Compared to the Solar System or Crucis, the social atmosphere of the K89515 Central Galaxy was slightly different.
Although there were convenient shuttle tubes and ho delivery logistics services, the people of this galaxy didn’t like to stay at ho, preferring to go shopping and walk to work.
In their choice of residence and workplace, they leaned more towards the so-called ten-kiloter lifestyle circle in ancient traditions.
This unique personality gave this galaxy its unique social atmosphere.
In the Empire’s ranking, their galaxy was nad K89515, but they usually called themselves the Voyager Galaxy.
The people here were passionate, bold, full of imagination about outer space and full of love for life.
They always yearned for the world outside.
Among all galaxies, the people of the Voyager Galaxy were the most curious about the world beyond the Milky Way.
Indeed, the most long-range spacecraft crew mbers were born here.
The galaxy also implented the rare system of no ruler and no planning.
The entire galaxy’s social system seed sowhat chaotic, but the public security was not bad.
After all, information was highly developed, so anyone who did sothing against basic morality, once released, would be drowned by people’s spittle stars.
Of course, the basic morality of the Voyager Galaxy was sowhat different from that of the Solar System in so details.
Tiffany Bell was walking on the road with a large travel bag on her back.
She liked this walking feeling, feeling the touch of her feet to the ground, and long-distance walking could help her warm up.
Her bag was filled with various portable physical fitness intensification training equipnt.
Although she didn’t have to perform high-intensity armor operations like a real armor warrior, she had to stay in the armor, and even with the help of life support systems, she still had to face a high-intensity load.
After all, the design function of Folco Armor was intelligent warfare.
The human cabins in T100s were usually used in ergencies, and the riding experience was far from good.
So, Tiffany Bell had to have at least B-Class physical fitness within two weeks; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to get in.
Fortunately, she was now thirteen years old, and her body had basically grown. With the help of scientific training and instrunts, she could barely manage it.
Thanks to the improvent in gene awakening, human developnt tended to be endogenous sublimation. Now she was much stronger but had not turned into a muscular hulk as a result.
Tiffany Bell arrived at the pilot’s exclusive training ground and began to do so warm-up exercises according to Tom’s physical training plan.
However, a group of n and won soon surrounded her, scrutinizing Tiffany Bell with slightly malicious eyes.
“Hello, can I help you with sothing?”
Tiffany Bell asked cautiously, putting down her equipnt.
A tall blond man approached, condescendingly looking down at Tiffany Bell, “So you’re the stubborn T100 pilot who won’t let go?”
As soon as he said this, the keen-minded Tiffany Bell imdiately understood the purpose of these people.
She glanced around and then asked, “Are you all Tom’s backup pilots?”
“Of course.” The blond man pointed to his chin, “I, Oytonk, am a professional Folco armor tester. Before coming to the Voyager Galaxy, I participated in the developnt of Folco armor for several years in my hotown of Seton Galaxy.”
Then the blond man pointed to the energetic old man next to him, “This is Mr. Dennis Mitchell, a real returning warrior. He has participated in many important missions while operating the previous generation of Sirius Armor. Now, he is also preparing to challenge the T100 through selection. And this lady…”
Afteweapon than the Folco Armor. There’s no need to be so persistent.”
Oytonk’s words were harsh, and his attitude was unpleasant.
The old man nad Dennis Mitchell, however, was gentler, saying, “Young girl, why don’t you go back to school for further studies or practice with the Sky X3 first?”
The woman next to him subconsciously put her hand on Tiffany Bell’s shoulder, “We’ve all heard about your situation. You want to get into the T100 and do realti programming, right? That’s too dangerous. We sincerely advise you to give it up. After all, the T100’s instability is well-known. If you’re inside when it suddenly accelerates violently, you might end up flattened.”
As the woman spoke, she exaggeratedly stretched her arms wide.
The scene looked subtle, but Tiffany Bell did not feel much malice.
These people seed fierce, but they seed to be more worried about her life than dissatisfied with her possession of the T100.
Tiffany Bell thought for a mont, looking down at her slightly thin arm, then gritted her teeth and said, “But I really have no choice. Thank you all.”
“Uh…”
The scene suddenly froze.
Bs, all were carefully planned tactics.
Theoretically, this should be enough to convince a thirteen-year-old girl.
But no one expected that Tiffany Bell would be so determined that no one could persuade her.
Just when everyone was wondering what to do, whether or not they should just tie her up and hide her away, a piercing alarm suddenly blared in the space station.
People were already familiar with the aning of this alarm.
No matter which galaxy, what social structure, what type of people, in any place, the highest alarm order had only one aning.
Those familiar with history would know that this was an air raid alarm from an ancient country hundreds of years ago.
Now, it only had one aning.
Enemy attack.
And there was only one enemy.
The Compound-Eyed Observer.
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