Editing HEAVY OBJECT:Volume16 Chapter 3 (section)

===Part 4===

The air-conditioned cockpit was cut off from the scorching heat of the desert.

The person narrowing her eyes in displeasure within the Baby Magnum was of course the Princess.

Woodstock’s Object, the Gangster, was indeed powerful. It carried the title of Second Generation, which the Baby Magnum did not. But she was not so sure she wanted it all that badly. The Parasite Plan? If the main cannons, undercarriage, armor, and reactor were all replaced, could you even call it the Baby Magnum any longer? Swapping out parts with no concern for the tech’s original development line sounded as awful as rudely releasing black bass into a clean river because you wanted to go fishing nearer to home.

She had already seen the people corrupted by these arms dealers in Transylvania and Hawaii.

When you provided power so easily, people would stop thinking and would attempt to resolve everything as quickly as possible using violent means.

They had been bad people from the beginning.

But once they had the extraordinary power of an Object in arm’s reach, their delusions could no longer remain delusions.

Some people claimed you were not to blame for the deaths caused by a weapon you sold.

But was that really true?

How many had they killed to maintain their current position in the world? How many missing people would be discovered if you dug through this desert? It might be even more than had died on the battlefields of the clean wars.

Frolaytia spoke over the radio.

“Our answer is no. I will suppress any ridiculous disagreements from the councilors. Blow it away before their bizarre desires grow too much.”

“Will do, Frolaytia.”

“Princess, blow that thing up for me as an engineer,” said the old maintenance lady. “Show them what a true Object can do, not some illegal crap made by criminals.”

“Leave it to me.”

The Princess breathed out through her shapely nose, controlled her weapons via her goggles, and grabbed the levers in her hands.

But then she noticed something.

The Information Alliance’s Second Generation Rush was supposed to be on her side, but it was now aiming a Gatling-style main cannon her way.

“Wha-!?”

She did not even have time to protest.

They had been enemies from the beginning.

And the main cannon was mercilessly fired like a pistol pressed against someone’s temple.