Chapter 1416 Future Battlefield 8
The next day, Fu Anan went to the cafeteria wearing an extremely ill-fitting uniform, with frizzy hair and a pale face.
Because of her heroic deeds during the mission, everyone became much more enthusiastic towards her.
As soon as she entered the door, someone greeted her, "Brother Fu, why did you come so late today? It's not like your usual style of eating."
"Brother Fu, have you shrunk? Why is your uniform two sizes bigger?"
"Brother Fu looks like he has kidney deficiency. Did he dream about some little girl last night?"
Everyone talked happily and told dirty jokes without getting tired of it.
The little girl didn't dream, she dreamed of horror movies. The uniform wasn't too big, not because she'd shrunk, but because she'd borrowed the commander's clothes. Her trouser legs were rolled up, and her top was baggy. She didn't get her new uniform until that morning.
"Actually, there are still a lot of combat uniforms in the warehouse, but your size is too hard to find. I almost asked the women's team next door if they had any."
The manager said this as he gave her the team uniform, and then gave her three sets of uniforms of the same size that he found.
After all, no one else can use it.
Just like that, Fu Anan's one set became three, which added up to more than the Commander's. She put the extra ones in the closet and took one set into the bathroom to change into.
Once she put on the well-fitting uniform, she became that energetic and handsome young man again.
As for the commander's uniform, the laundry machine had just been repaired, so he threw it in to be washed together.
She was still surprised that Anil was willing to lend her his clothes today. She hadn't expected the commander to be such a cold-hearted person. Her previous impression of him was a bit harsh.
Thinking of this, Fu Anan walked into the office briskly. Looking at Anil who was busy inside, she smiled at him.
"Yesterday's mission report hasn't been written yet. Go write two versions for me, 20,000 words each. Also, you'll be writing every mission report from now on."
Fu Anan's smile froze on her face. The commander was still as harsh as ever.
What was even more tragic was that three days later, just when she had finished writing two versions of the report, Editor 7 received a new task.
"ah!"
Fu Anan felt unwell and lay powerlessly on the table.
Anil stood up and picked up the assistant who was lying on the table. "Follow me."
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This time the mission involves not only seven teams, but also other teams.
When they entered the war room, the two of them attracted everyone's attention.
Anil is mainly good-looking, while Fu Anan... is a rare short man.
Anil frowned slightly and looked at the few people with the most obvious sight. Their cold eyes met, and the person on the other side was the first to shift his gaze. Fu Anan followed Anil and sat down.
He was not the leader of this mission, a higher-ranking official came.
It didn't take long before the man arrived.
This was an administrative officer of a higher rank than Anil, in his forties, with pronounced wrinkles between his brows and a serious look.
The same is true for action style.
There was not a single unnecessary word throughout the entire process, and his personality was very much like their commander.
Could they be father and son?
Fu Anan had this bold idea in his mind, but it soon disappeared because the Chief Executive was called Kate, with black hair and brown eyes, and they didn't look like father and son at all.
"This mission is more difficult and more important than usual, so I hope that all commanders will bring your best soldiers."
The Chief Executive suddenly said this, and Fu Anan felt that there were more eyes looking at her.
What's the meaning?
Do you dislike her?
Fu Anan touched his chin and glanced at Anil.
Her superior did not respond.
The officer didn't react, so why should she take it for granted? Fu Anan raised her head and straightened her back.
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A total of seven editors were dispatched in this round.
Each commander brought his most elite subordinates and flew forward in three fighter planes.
They were on the last plane, cabin 7, along with cabins 5 and 6.
This time, the mission was located a little further away than the Third Front. Looking down from the fighter plane, one could see a flying city below.
The bare land, tall buildings, and bridges were covered in blowing sand. Between the damaged buildings, you could vaguely see arrows flying around. Their fighters landed in an abandoned factory complex below, and the sound attracted the surrounding arrows to gather.
As soon as I got off the plane, I was bombarded with fire.
After clearing the surrounding arrows, everyone quickly set up a defense line.
The Chief Executive and his men gathered inside the factory, their gaze sweeping over the faces of the seven commanders. "Sections 1, 2, and 3, follow me inside. The rest of the squads, stay put. Don't let Yatetsu in."
After saying that, he led three teams of people in.
"Damn, this is clearly a sign of disdain for the rest of us!"
After they left, members of other formations whispered something, their tone sounding rather dissatisfied.
"Liu Neng."
The commander of the 5th division looked at him and called out a warning.
"That's right. All the members of our 5th division are selected elites. Unlike some divisions, they just recruit anyone to make up the numbers."
As he spoke, the rest of the people focused their attention on Editor 7.
As soon as Liu Neng finished speaking, he flew out and hit the ground hard with his back. Then, a pair of shiny military boots stepped on his chest, making him feel a sinking sensation in his chest and unable to breathe.
A pair of cold blue eyes looked at him.
He is the commander of the seventh group.
The moment Liu Neng met those eyes, he felt the weight on his body double, an inexplicable sense of oppression that made him feel suffocated. The long period of oxygen deprivation made his veins bulge, and he turned his eyes to look at his commander.
The commander of the fifth division was no pushover. Seeing his own men being bullied, he instantly kicked out his left leg towards Anil, sweeping away a strong gust of wind.
The members of the fifth division were well aware of their commander's skills. He had once, in front of everyone, kicked through a 200-jin sandbag with a single kick. If that kick had landed on a person, they would have been killed instantly, with limbs severed.
However, the commander of the seventh group caught it!
He stretched out his hand to block the kick without even moving.
The members of the fifth division and their commander were all shocked. So strong?!
Anil lowered his legs without changing his expression, then released the player from under his feet. "My people don't need others' opinions."
The fifth commander reacted and looked at the person still lying on the ground, "Liu Neng, apologize!"
It was a farce that ended with the opponent apologizing. This kick also let everyone know that the commander of the seventh chapter was very strong and very protective of his children.
Now, all the other members of the seventh group held their heads high and chests puffed out, looking like they had someone to support them.
Fu Anan's favorability towards Anil also increased rapidly. After all, who doesn't like a boss who protects his subordinates?
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