NS-90!

"SH*T! What are those things?" Han Yue, with widened eyes, stared at the sky outside the window. He muttered to himself with a dull expression on his face while he was still holding a bento box in his hand.

He had lived in the land ruled by NAC for a long time and this was the first time he had seen a formidable opponent. For some reason, the black dots that broke through the barrage made him feel a sense of anxiety from the bottom of his heart.

Not far from him, Gerrard glanced out the window, and lips holding his cigar moved slightly.

"Earth Warrior, NS-90, we also call it the 'Battlefield Cleaner'. Sh*t, they even took out this bad boy. It seems that Congress and Mr. President are serious."

"NS-90?" Han Yue asked in a daze.