"So, you just brought him back?"
After waking up, Aldeline and Cassin sat side by side in the corner of the Thunderhawk assault boat. Lying at their feet was our still sleeping protagonist. Calvin, whose hands and feet were shackled, obviously could not participate in the two of them. Chatting.
In an environment with twice the standard gravity of this agricultural world, he can still grow to a strong body of 1.9 meters. Visually, he weighs more than 100 kilograms, so Kasin spent a lot of effort to move him.
The Thunderhawk assault craft is not very noisy when not performing assault missions. There was no other sound in the quiet cabin except the steady hum of the engine. But contrary to this quiet environment, the communication between the two nun captains was very "heated".
There are times when the Sisters of Silence gossip, but sign language communication gives them some natural concealment. Do not believe? Right now:
"Otherwise? His spiritual power has clearly awakened. To leave it alone would be a blasphemy against our duties!"
"My sister Cassin, look at the ring on his finger. This is a noble. The Planetary Governor will await our explanation."
"So what? Sister Aldrin! We are the Emperor's Claws, we have no obligation to explain our actions to mortals!"
"However, the Emperor has been sleeping for a long time... Without his blessing, we cannot arrest a noble at will. Let alone bring unnecessary pressure to the lady."
"Sister Silence's behavior needs no explanation!"
"But you need it for the damaged armor on your body and the weapon without bullets in your hand."
"Gu~~"
Sister Cassin, who felt aggrieved, was speechless and had no choice but to turn her head away. Especially after your stomach makes untimely noises...
"Your hungry belly needs it too..."
Sister Aldeline, who was still a little weak in spirit, did not miss this opportunity and quietly applied the final blow.
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Jiang Wen had a long, long dream.
He dreamed that he graduated from college, joined the army, got a job, and got married.
Then during a military exercise, he was injured. Being disabled, he could no longer stay in the army he loved and had no choice but to change jobs. When he left, he and his group leader, who was also his old squad leader, sat in the dormitory, working on 2 pounds of old white, and cried to each other all night long...
The next day, the chief of staff who came from the military headquarters gave him another option: the army's logistics personnel at the plateau training ground.
Although he really didn't want to trouble his old leader, what could he do when he entered society with his useless leg?
The high pension means that he does not need to worry about his livelihood, but under the age of 30, he is a young and energetic young man. Should he retire early like this? What is the difference between this and letting him go to SI!
At the training ground, although there is no chance of returning to the first line. But at least, he can still see the place where he once sweated every day, the place where he worked hard to break through the limits countless times, and the unit where he once dreamed of the Trumpet Company Battalion!
In the dream, Jiang Wen accepted the job and worked there for 30 years. From youth to old age, from young ginger to old ginger, from monitor to senior monitor. New recruits who often go to the shooting range for rotation training all know that there is an old man at the shooting range who is always smiling and very friendly. Every night, the recruits who are on night duty for the first time look forward to Lao Jiang's chicken soup. It's so delicious...
But who knows, behind the scenes, how many pillow towels will the old ginger wet every night when he goes to sleep?
Fast forward 15 years, and Lao Jiang has long since retired. Old Jiang in the rest house is still smiling all the time. Among the stubborn veterans, he is the only one who is easy to talk to. But he knew in his heart that he had never changed.
At the age of 75, Lao Jiang was in poor health. When he was dying, his wife and children were waiting outside the window of the ICU. With both children and a daughter, he can be considered a complete life.
But he just refused to accept it! He wanted nothing in his life. He just wants a chance to protect his family and country!
Jiang Wen, whose breathing was getting harder and harder, knew that his time was running out.
The doctor asked his family members to come in and wait for his last words. He tried his best to squeeze out his last breath from his shriveled lungs:
"kill!!!"
No matter how long the journey is, it has an end. After a 40-minute flight, the nuns finally arrived at the starting point of their mission: the Mariachi, a black spacecraft docked in orbit and flying synchronously.
"kill!!!!"
"boom!"
The heavy Imperial military boots made a "friendly" contact with the young man's head. Jiang Wen, who had just woken up, fainted again... Apparently, the nun, who was in a bad mood due to her senior's admonishment, was a little too harsh on the source of the trouble.
But no matter which universe, women always have some small privileges in this regard. So the navy staff who came to help with the transportation tacitly chose to ignore this small episode. It's definitely not because of the 22.5mm caliber bolt gun or anything, absolutely! The glorious and heroic Imperial Navy is fearless even when facing the evil god! How could he succumb to this "little" threat of force? As for the Seiko power sword and the Calgar flamethrower, let alone it!
Therefore, it is necessary to emphasize again here: the heroic Imperial Navy will never bow to violence!
………………
The gate of the hangar slowly closed, and Cassin, who had just stepped off the Thunderhawk, saw the secretary who had been waiting by the side of the hangar: Natasha Goncharova, a newly-consecrated nun.
"My lady ordered me to tell you to go to her office on the first floor of the chapel behind the bridge, where she will wait for you," the clerk said.
"I obey the order. So, where is he?" After Kasin performed the Sky Eagle Salute, he kicked Jiang Wen at his feet.
"Send him to the cell first and wait for the hive to transmit his basic information. There will be further purity tests waiting for him. If there are no problems, the lady will decide his next step after the classification report comes out."
"Okay, let's go first"...
Jiang Wen, or Calvin. When he woke up, he regained consciousness not long after being kicked unconscious. The ability to resist blows brought by his strong body like a bear in this life and the tenacious will developed from years of high-intensity training in frontline troops in his previous life all make his quick awakening seem natural.
Calvin was observing his surroundings with squinted eyes. Pretending to be comatose to gain time to resume action, he was also waiting for the servitor to unlock his shackles.
The light and long breathing and gentle heartbeat made the servitors who transported him and the naval officers guarding him relax their vigilance. The subtle twitching of his limbs that were too light to be seen represented that he was trying to get familiar with the body that he took over 14 years late.
Maybe at the next moment, Calvin, who found an opportunity to make an outburst, would have the opportunity to grab a weapon. The weapon that looked like a pistol was hung on the waist of the naval officer who was one step away from Calvin.
Although that thing is two times larger than the pistol in the previous life and full of unfamiliar technology, Calvin, who is also several times stronger than the previous life, is confident enough to control it for combat. It really doesn't work, but considering its weight, it's pretty handy to use as a hammer, right? perhaps?
The naval officer who had been silent next to him, after watching the two nuns leave, took out a tobacco-like thing and lit it, then relaxed and leaned against the container behind him. After blowing out a smoke ring leisurely, he said to Calvin, who was still lying on the ground pretending to be dead:
"Okay young man, I learned how to pretend to be stunned when I first participated in naval physical training. If I were you, I would get up by myself and let go of the two servitors who are about to fall apart."
"Gan! I met a colleague!"
