Chapter 1416 Future Battlefield 8
On the second day, Fu Anan went to the cafeteria wearing an extremely unfit uniform, with fried hair on her head, and a disheveled face.
With the heroic deeds of the mission, everyone is much more enthusiastic about her.
As soon as she entered the door, someone greeted her, "Brother Fu, why did you come here today? It's not like your cooking style in the past."
"Brother Fu, have you shrunk? Why is the uniform two times bigger?"
"Brother Fu looks like he has a deficiency of kidneys. Could it be the little girl he dreamed of last night..."
Everyone said cheerfully, happily playing pornographic jokes.
The little girl didn’t dream, all she dreamed were horror movies. The uniform size is not because the person has shrunk, but the commander's clothes are borrowed. Her trouser legs were all rolled up, and her upper body clothes were loose. She didn't get a new team uniform until this morning.
"Actually, there are still a lot of combat uniforms in the warehouse, but your size is so hard to find. I almost asked the women's team next door if there were any."
The management uncle said when he was giving her the team uniform, and then gave her the three sets of team uniforms of the same size that he found.
After all, no one else can use it.
Just like that, one piece of Fu Anan changed into three pieces, adding up to more than the commander's. She put the extra in the closet, and then took a set into the bathroom to change.
Put on the well-fitting uniform, and she is that handsome young man again.
As for the commander's uniform, the washing machine just happened to be repaired, so I threw it in and washed it together.
Today Anil was willing to lend her clothes, she was still very surprised. Unexpectedly, the commander is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and his previous impression of him is really a bit harsh.
Thinking of this, Fu Anan walked briskly into the office, looking at Anil who was busy inside, she smiled at him.
"Yesterday's mission report hasn't been written yet. You can write two versions for me, each with 20,000 words. By the way, you will write every mission report in the future."
Fu Anan's smile froze on his face, the commander was still as mean as ever.
What was even more tragic was that three days later, she had just finished writing the two editions of the report, and the seventh edition received a new task.
"ah!"
Fu An'an was not feeling well, lying on the table weakly.
Anil stood up, picked up the assistant lying on the table, "Follow."
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The mission this time is not only limited to the Seventh Division, but also other teams.
When they entered the war room, the two attracted everyone's attention.
Anil is mainly handsome, while Fu Anan... because he is a rare dwarf.
Anil frowned slightly, and looked towards the few people with the most obvious eyesight. The cold eyes met, and the other side took the lead to shift their gaze, and Fu Anan sat down behind Anil.
This mission is not his most leader, a bigger official came.
It didn't take long before the man came.
This is a higher level administrator than Anil, about forty years old. There are obvious wrinkles between the brows, and it looks serious.
The same goes for style of action.
There is no extra nonsense throughout the whole process, this character is very similar to their commander.
The two of them can't be father and son, can they?
Fu Anan had this bold idea in his heart, but it soon disappeared, because the chief executive was named Kate, with black hair and brown eyes, and he had no father-son resemblance at all.
"This mission is more difficult and more important than usual, so I hope that the commanders will bring your best soldiers."
The Chief Executive suddenly said this, and Fu Anan felt that there were more eyes looking at him around him.
What's the meaning?
Fu Anan touched her chin, and glanced at Anil.
Her officer didn't respond.
The officer didn't respond. She has nothing to check. Fu Anan raised her head and straightened her back.
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A total of seven editors were dispatched this round.
Each commander took his most elite subordinates and divided them into three fighter planes to fly forward.
They were numbered 7 on the last plane, and they were also numbered 5 and 6.
The mission location this time is a little farther than the third front. Looking down from the fighter plane, there is a flying city below.
The bare land, high-rise buildings and bridges were covered by the blown yellow sand, among the damaged high-rise buildings, Yatetsu could be vaguely seen shuttling among them. Their fighter planes stopped at an abandoned factory below, and the sound attracted the surrounding Yatetsu to gather.
When you get off the plane, it's firepower.
After clearing the surrounding Yatetsu, everyone quickly set up a defense line.
The chief executive and others assembled inside the factory, and their eyes swept across the faces of the seven commanders, "Sections 1, 2, and 3 follow me inside, and the rest of the sections stand by on standby. Don't let Yatetsu come in."
After speaking, he led three teams in.
"Fuck, this is obviously looking down on the rest of us!"
When they left, members of other formations whispered something, in a rather dissatisfied tone.
"Liu Neng."
The commander of the 5th series saw him and called him as a warning.
"That's what it is. The members of our 5th division are all selected elites, unlike some divisions where everyone is recruited to make up the numbers."
While talking, the rest of the people turned their attention to Series 7.
As soon as Liu Neng finished speaking, he flew out and hit the ground firmly on his back. Immediately afterwards, a pair of shiny military boots stepped on his chest, making him feel his chest sink and he couldn't breathe.
A pair of cold blue eyes looked at him.
is the seventh series commander.
The moment Liu Neng met these eyes, he felt his weight doubled again, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made people feel suffocated. The prolonged lack of oxygen made his veins bulge, and he turned his eyes to look at his commander.
The commander of the fifth series is not a vegetarian either. Seeing his fellow being bullied, he instantly kicked Anil with his left leg, sweeping a gust of strong wind.
The members of the fifth division are very aware of their commander's skills. He once kicked through a two-hundred-jin sandbag in front of everyone. If this kick hit someone, it would be death on the spot, or a limb would be severed.
However, the commander of the Seventh Division caught it!
He stretched out his hand to cover the leg, and didn't even move a bit.
The members of the fifth division and their commander were shocked, so strong? !
Anil put his leg down without changing his expression, and then let go of the team members under his feet, "My people don't need others to judge."
The commander of the Fifth Division reacted, looked at the person still lying on the ground, "Liu Neng, apologize!"
A farce ended with an apology from the opposite person. This kick also let others know that the commander of the seventh series is very strong, and he is very protective.
The other members of the seventh division held their heads high, as if they had someone to back them up.
Fu An'an's favorability towards Anil also soared, after all, who doesn't like a boss who protects his subordinates.
Today was supposed to be 4,000 words.
Almost finished writing, the writer's assistant swallowed my manuscript!
Ahhhh! I don't use it to type anymore!
Good night everyone, I'm so depressed
(end of this chapter)