"You do know this gun can't get through my Battle Armor, don't you?"
Zhou Chen replied in fluent English, unfazed by the threat of the Destroyer K-50.
He looked at the opened "052" shipping container, then at the princess aiming a shotgun. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was dressed in a pure white, gold-trimmed crinoline dress, and wore ivory lace gloves. The clues in his mind were beginning to connect.
This wasn't some actress who'd wandered off a movie set, but a genuine, honest-to-goodness noblewoman.
What convinced him was the aristocratic air about her. Only someone who had received a noble's education from childhood and grown up in that environment could cultivate such a bearing over the years. It was something incredibly difficult to fake.
Factoring in the number, her attire, and her language, the true significance of "052" became readily apparent.
Zone 052.
