Chapter 1493 Interstellar Rescue Team 41
Wen Jing smiled and said generously, "Commander Duan has also impressed me."
He had previously said that Commander Duan was very professional, but in reality, he was even more professional than he thought.
He also realized how important a calm and firm voice is when soldiers are overwhelmed by their emotions.
At least, her voice brought hope to those infected.
Desire to destroy the world: 50.
Instructor Zhang's gaze shifted between the two, and he felt happy for Song Jinhuan.
Commander Duan has a very good chance of becoming the commander of the Flying Eagle Squadron.
"The situation here is largely under control. You two should go back to the control center for a check."
Every time a team returns from a mission, regardless of whether they have been infected, they must go to the control center for testing.
You can only leave when you are sure everything goes well.
Song Jinhuan and Wen Jing exchanged a glance and smiled slightly, "Okay."
As Instructor Zhang watched Wen Jing naturally help Song Jinhuan into his armor, her every move carrying an unconscious caution, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
But looking at the man's cold, hard face, she shook her head, thinking she was overthinking it.
It is only right for General Wen to care for his comrades.
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Control Center, Foggy Planet.
Wen Jing and Song Jinhuan appeared side by side. The doctor guarding the door came up to them and asked, "General Wen, Commander Duan, how are you both?"
Wen Jing: "No signs of infection, please get tested."
Song Jinhuan nodded in agreement, "Same as him."
The doctor then turned to his assistant and said, "Take them to the examination room."
The assistant stepped forward, pointed in a direction, and said, "Please follow me, both of you!"
Song Jinhuan quickly followed, and Wen Jing caught up with him in a few steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
Although we didn't say a word while traveling together, the atmosphere was much better than at the beginning.
The doctor remained in place and continued to treat infected patients.
Blood test results pending.
Wen Jing looked somewhat disheveled, with holes in several places on her combat suit.
Song Jinhuan thought for a moment, then pointed to his combat uniform and said, "General Wen, I'll give you a new one when we get back."
It was just a combat uniform, and Wen Jing didn't care.
"black."
Song Jinhuan didn't react for a moment, and asked blankly, "What?"
The man pointed to his combat uniform with his long, slender fingers and said seriously, "This one, only black."
Song Jinhuan smiled brightly, "Of course, I will return an exact replica."
As she spoke, she walked over and sat down beside him, asking curiously, "General Wen, do you really like black?"
Wen Jing curled her fingers, and as she suddenly approached, her back involuntarily tensed up. She stared straight ahead and said with an upright expression, "Dirty."
That makes a lot of sense.
Song Jinhuan's eyes curved into a smile. "I see."
"Besides black, does the General have any other colors he likes?"
This question seems difficult for Wen Jing to answer.
He glanced at Song Jinhuan with a troubled expression, remained silent for a moment, and then asked instead of answering, "Where is Commander Duan?"
Song Jinhuan secretly observed the expression on his face, and smiled slightly: "General Wen wants to know what color I like?"
Wen Jing's fingers tightened, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he stared straight at her face, making no attempt to hide his desire, and said decisively, "Yes!"
Startled, Song Jinhuan subconsciously moved back a little. The sudden pressure from the other party invaded her senses, and the fear that arose in that instant made her want to run away.
Wen Jing pursed her lips, startled.
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