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墨書 Inktalez
The Newborn Mecha Body had two tentacles on its shoulders, capable of attacking enemies at the command of the human brain. In its midsection, there were two sets of automatic reloading systems, and a launch button was installed in the wrist.
This new type of mecha integrated with the human body served to protect against the burning stings of Bionic Alien tentacles while also providing multi-faceted offensive capabilities against enemies.
Risking His Life No. 22 approached, pondering deeply about the potential drawbacks that might arise after merging with the newborn mecha.
"How could the Death Goddess possibly like you two..."
She heard this line.
Bang!
L never expected that this seemingly distracting remark would bring trouble upon himself. A fierce blow struck his left cheek, sending a fiery pain through him. He clenched his teeth and let out a silent snort before turning around to glare angrily, retaliating without a word.
The Death Goddess showed no fear or intention to dodge; she met his punch head-on. She even deliberately put extra force into her strikes, each punch colliding with a loud bang, causing both to step back a pace.
Risking His Life's eyes widened in shock.
L stared fiercely.
The playful banter between them turned tense, filled with an air of hostility, prompting Lao Mu and K to step back and observe.
Risking His Life and L stood off against each other, gathering their strength, ready to unleash it at any moment.
K glanced between the Death Goddess and L, gesturing anxiously with his mouth: "Fight already!"
"Maybe we shouldn't fight; we're all teammates. Let's talk it out," Lao Mu said timidly. Seeing that things were about to escalate made him uneasy. He feared that if their leader found out, they would all be in deep trouble.
"Ah!!!" L shouted as he charged towards Risking His Life, spurred on by K.
The Death Goddess nimbly dodged his punch. With her fingers together, she concentrated a surge of power in her right hand, causing a grass stick to spring out from her sleeve. Whoosh! The seemingly inconspicuous grass stick shot forward like a sharp arrow, aimed directly at L with tremendous force.
Unwilling to back down, L extended his finger under the astonished gaze of Lao Mu. With a swift motion, his delicate finger transformed into a sharp spike that not only severed the incoming grass stick but also continued to extend until it stopped just an inch away from Risking His Life's fragile cheek.
Hiss! Lao Mu gasped quietly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he stared in shock at the finger poised against the Death Goddess's face. He dared not make a sound, standing there dumbfounded.
K's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the Death Goddess. With his hands clasped behind his back and an air of arrogance, he circled around her, deep in thought. To him, Risking His Life seemed devoid of life itself, akin to admiring a sculpture. His cold, disdainful look somewhat irritated Risking His Life.
"What do you want?"
"I don't want anything; it depends on what L wants," K replied with a mischievous grin.
At that moment, L finally had time to touch his still-burning cheek. "That slap was hard enough; I've never been hit by a woman before."
"Hitting hurts, scolding is love; if you neither hit nor scold, you're just uncomfortable," K said teasingly. "If you've eaten my food, spit it out; if you've been hit, hit back."
L smiled wryly. "I'll grant you this favor; do whatever you want!" He quickly retracted his finger.
K thought: It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity. He stepped forward and leaned closer to the Death Goddess. Taking an exaggerated breath, he sighed, "Such a woman yet lacking Woman's Fragrance..."
'Smack!' Before he could finish his sentence, a crisp sound interrupted him and startled both Lao Mu and L, who were preparing to leave.
"Damn you, bitch! You like hitting people, huh?" K exclaimed as he rolled up his sleeves, looking ready to fight as he raised his fist towards Risking His Life.
Suddenly, a USA Training Instructor and another officer appeared. The former shouted angrily, "No zuo no die!"
After finishing his reprimand, he angrily gestured to Instructor A and muttered, "Do one hundred push-ups."
Instructor A's expression darkened. He clasped his hands behind his back and shot a sharp gaze at the four individuals standing before him, their heads bowed.
"Don't even think about eating today. Do one hundred push-ups."
"Oh my!!!" Lao Mu cried out, complaining, "This isn't my fault! Chief, don't do this... this is too much..." He grimaced, hesitating as he glanced at the equally punished Death Goddess. "Chief, Risking His Life is innocent. How about we three accept the punishment and you let her off?"
The Chief coldly fixed his gaze on Lao Mu.
Lao Mu shivered under that stare, too intimidated to continue speaking.
The Chief said coldly, "What qualifications do you have to negotiate? Start."
The scorching sun beat down on the four people being punished on the field. One hundred push-ups—this was brutal! Each of them silently groaned but dared not stop.
In the command center, beneath the window facing the training ground, USA General Smith and Instructor Li Mu watched intently as the four individuals performed push-ups under the blazing sun.
"Is it right? Is the punishment too harsh?"
"It shouldn't be; otherwise, how do we create super soldiers?"
"Four of them as the strike team—no problem?"
"OK, no problem."
"What are their names in Chinese?"
"Wen Kai, Li Hang, Lin Yu."
Instructor Smith nodded in satisfaction and said in broken Chinese, "Death Goddess is the team leader."
"OK."
After completing a hundred push-ups, they were too exhausted to move. They exchanged cold glances before heading back to their respective dormitories, collapsing onto their beds and not wanting to get up.
In the training base, there was a hidden area that few knew about. It was a small dark room that could be used for training purposes. Risking His Life did not lie down to rest like the others after the training session. Instead, she often sneaked into the dark room alone while others were resting, using her self-designed Bionic Alien Simulator to train her abilities.
The Bionic Alien Simulator was made with a sliding giant claw. When activated by an electronic button, the claw would rotate and attack her in the dark room. There were three giant claws in total, and after each training session, she would be covered in bruises but still had to grit her teeth and quietly return to her accommodation to rest.
Risking His Life enjoyed dreaming; she relished the feeling of being cherished by a man who seemed familiar yet left no impression on her memory.
This man felt very familiar; he must have been someone she once knew. She understood the unspoken rules of the military camp—when entering this place, their memories had all been erased.
Risking His Life relied heavily on this person from her dreams. The strange emotions that were indescribable in words left her feeling quite lost upon waking up.
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