Chapter 1416 Future Battlefield 8

The next day, Fu Anan went to the cafeteria wearing an extremely ill-fitting uniform, a hairy head, and a disheveled look on his face.

After her heroic deeds on the mission, everyone became much more enthusiastic about her.

As soon as she walked in, someone greeted her, "Brother Fu, why are you here now? It doesn't look like your usual style of cooking."

"Brother Fu, have you shrunk? Why is your uniform two times too big?"

"Brother Fu looks like he's suffering from kidney deficiency. Could it be that he dreamed of some little girl last night..."

Everyone said happily, telling dirty jokes happily.

The little girl wasn't dreaming, all she was dreaming about were horror movies. The size of the uniform is not that it has shrunk, but that it is borrowed from the commander's clothes. Her trouser legs were rolled up and her upper body clothes were baggy. She didn't receive a new team uniform until the morning.

"Actually, there are a lot of combat uniforms in the warehouse, but your code is so hard to find. I almost asked the women's team next door if they had any."

The management uncle said when giving her the team uniforms, and then gave her three sets of team uniforms of the same size that he found.

After all, no one else can use it.

In this way, Fu Anan's one piece became three, which added up to more than the commander's. She put the extra ones in the closet, then took one set into the bathroom and changed into it.

As soon as she put on the well-fitting uniform, she was that energetic and 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.

She was still surprised that Anil was willing to lend her clothes today. I didn't expect the commander to be a cold-hearted person, and my previous impression of him was really a bit harsh.

Thinking of this, Fu Anan walked into the office briskly and looked at Anil who was busy inside. She smiled at him.

"Yesterday's mission report hasn't been written yet. Please write two versions for me, each version has 20,000 words. By the way, you will write every mission report from now on."

Fu Anan's smile suddenly froze on his face, but the commander was still as mean as ever.

What's even more tragic is that three days later, she had just finished writing two pages of the report, and the 7th editor received a new task.

"ah!"

Fu Anan felt completely bad and lay helplessly on the table.

Anil stood up and picked up the assistant lying on the table, "Follow me."

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This mission is not only for the seventh team, but also for other teams.

When they entered the war room, the two attracted everyone's attention.

Anil is mainly handsome, and Fu Anan...because he is a rare dwarf.

Anil frowned slightly and looked at the people with the most obvious eyesight. Their icy gazes met, and the other person took the lead to shift his gaze. Fu Anan followed Anil and sat down.

This time he was not the leader of the mission, a bigger official came.

Not long after, the man came.

This was a higher-ranking administrator than Anil, about forty years old. There are obvious wrinkles between the eyebrows, and he looks serious.

The same goes for action style.

There was no unnecessary nonsense throughout the entire process, and his character was very much like their commander.

Couldn't they be father and son?

Fu Anan had this bold idea in his heart, but he soon lost it because the chief executive was called Kate, with black hair and brown eyes, and he didn't look like a father and son at all.

"This mission is more difficult and important than usual, so I ask you, commanders, to bring your best soldiers."

The chief executive suddenly said this, and Fu Anan felt a few more eyes around him looking at him.

What's the meaning?

Dislike her?

Fu Anan touched his chin and glanced at Anil.

Her commander didn't respond.

The commander didn't respond, so what could she do? Fu Anan raised his head and straightened his 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 number 7 on the last plane, along with number 5 and number 6.

The location of this mission is a little further than the third front. Looking down from the fighter plane, below is a flying city.

The bare land, high-rise buildings and bridges were covered by the blown yellow sand. Between the damaged high-rise buildings, Yatetsu could be vaguely seen shuttled between them. Their fighter planes parked at an abandoned factory complex below, and the sound attracted Yatetsu to gather around them.

As soon as you get off the plane, it's a barrage of fire.

After clearing the surrounding Yatie, everyone quickly set up a defense line.

The chief executive and others gathered inside the factory, and their eyes swept across the faces of the seven commanders. "The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd departments followed me inside. The remaining departments are on standby. Don't let Yatetsu come in."

After saying that, he led three teams in.

"Damn, this is obviously looking down on the rest of our staff!"

After they left, some members of the other formation whispered something in a rather dissatisfied tone.

"Liu Neng."

The commander of the 5th division looked at him and called him a warning.

"That's right. All the members of our fifth division are selected elites. It's not like some divisions who pull in everyone 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 his back hit the ground firmly. Then, 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.

He is the commander of the seventh division.

The moment Liu Neng met these eyes, he felt that the weight on his body had doubled again, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made people feel suffocated. The long period of lack of oxygen caused his veins to bulge. He turned his eyes and looked at his commander.

The commander of the fifth division is not a vegetarian either. Seeing that one of his own was 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 very aware of their commander's abilities. He once kicked a two-hundred-pound sandbag through in front of everyone. If this kick hits someone, they will be killed on the spot, or their hands and feet will be severed.

However, the commander of Section 7 caught it!

He stretched out his hand to block this leg without even moving at all.

The members of the fifth group and their commander were shocked. So strong? !

Anil lowered his legs without changing his expression, and then let go of the team members under his feet, "My people don't need other people's evaluation."

The fifth commander reacted and looked at the person still lying on the ground, "Liu Neng, apologize!"

A farce ended with the person opposite apologizing. This kick also let everyone else know that the commander of the seventh division was very strong and particularly protective of his calf.

Now the other members of the seventh team all held their heads high, as if I had someone to back me up.

Fu Anan's favorability towards Anil also skyrocketed. After all, who doesn't like a boss who protects his subordinates?

Today was originally 4,000 words.

I'm almost done, and the Writer's Assistant has swallowed my manuscript!

Ahhhhh! I will never use it to type again!

Good night everyone, I'm so depressed