The next day, Fu Jinghai walked out of the training cage, rubbed his bruised shoulders and arms, said goodbye to several new friends such as Papa, Dunlop, and Willard, and returned to his rest cabin.

The old acquaintance Gurt is considered to be a confidant of Flajos, and he is usually very busy with affairs, and he has to patrol the deck, so he has no time to soak in the training cage with Fu Jinghai all day.

Today, Fu Jinghai made an appointment with three newly-known extreme fighters to practice in the training cage.

Punch it up.

Space Marines are soldiers, not combat athletes, in addition to the shooting training of various firearms, they are accustomed to using various weapons for combat training, and there is not much training of bare hands, let alone the practice of ground techniques and subduing techniques.

So the scene of several muscular men over two meters fighting together doesn't look as philosophical ♂ as the WWE wrestling scene.

Wearing thick power armor naturally can't use ground skills, and the subduing skills designed for human joint structures have no effect on aliens of different shapes.

So when Fu Jinghai was knocked out of his weapon and subdued Willana with an armbar, both Papa and Dunlop, who were training to fight outside the cage, were shocked to drop their jaws.

I've never seen a move like this.

Papa pestered Fu Jinghai to learn this trick at that time.

But Fu Jinghai told him that this was a trick that was basically useless in actual combat.

In any case, one-on-three, the taste of wheel warfare is not pleasant.

When Fu Jinghai lay on the bed, his whole body was sore.

Suddenly, a black communicator on the bedside table shook.

This is a simple reminder device designed by Fu Jinghai.

Fu Jinghai lazily reached out and took the communicator and put it to his ear:

"Crooked?" Fu Jinghai asked listlessly.

"Hmm...... Hey, yes, is it Aoyama? ”

On the other end of the communicator, a slightly hoarse and sexy magnetic voice sounded glutinously.

？？？ Fu Jinghai had a question mark in his head.

It suddenly becomes the deliberate bubble sound that does so in several meanings.

Fu Jinghai: "Chen Xue, what are you going to do?" ”

"Hee-hee!" Chen Xue's normal laughter came from the other side of the communicator, and then immediately switched to a soft and magnetic voice:

"Why, don't you like my voice~"

After speaking, he also gently "ha~" at the communicator.

Hiss...... This breath flow seemed to follow the electromagnetic waves into Fu Jinghai's ear canal, and the ear hairs around the ear holes stood up in an instant.

A hundred claws scratch the heart.

Fu Jinghai's calf muscles were tense, but he still said stiffly:

"If I need ASMR services, I'll order it, Miss Chen."

Chen Xue seemed to turn over, and there was a hint of laziness in her magnetic soft voice, and she asked:

"Hmm...... I'm just curious, are you Astartes really unresponsive as rumored to be? ”

Fu Jinghai: "What's your business?" ”

Damn, I was molested by this woman.

It's a pity that Fu Jinghai really can't learn that kind of contrived low bubble sound.

I really want to get back on the field!

The other side.

Seeing that Fu Jing didn't eat the salt, Chen Xue looked up at the timer on the bedside, turned over, and continued to say in that rustling bubbly voice:

"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you, it's late, so ...... Shall we rest? ”

"Good night!" Fu Jinghai said very simply.

"Hmm...... Good night. ”

……

"Attention all members, the subspace engine is about to start, countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven......"

An icy female voice rang out over the battleship radio.

It's coming.

Fu Jinghai sat in his personal rest cabin, holding his breath and concentrating, and followed the radio in his heart.

If Chen Xue's sister Chen Xinlu's message is correct, then now is the time for the space scrap ship to appear.

The bone-white power armor was already neatly dressed, and the power long knife, blaster gun, magazine, grenade, and helmet were placed next to the bed in turn.

The "three, two......" battleship broadcast continued to count down.

Fu Jinghai held his breath.

The tremor of the ship's hull reached the soles of Fu Jinghai's feet.

The battleship's engines have begun to run at full power, and the "space scrap ship" in the message will no longer appear, and the Sosalan will enter subspace.

Just when the countdown was about to end.

Suddenly.

"Nourish...... Mistake! Warning, the subspace coordinates are abnormal, and the gravitational field fluctuates violently! ”

The tremor of the ship's hull suddenly disappeared.

Fu Jinghai's eyes widened slightly.

It's still that cold female voice:

"The subspace jump has been canceled, all members of the team, please pay attention, all combatants are immediately on standby at all posts!"

It's finally here!

"Whew-"

Fu Jinghai slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air that had been holding in his chest.